Stupid Odin

Tangs had already tested Niorðr's strength.

Regarding this Vanir god-king who could go toe-to-toe with Odin in the epic "Edda," Tangs estimated that he could be killed, but it depended on the location.

If the battlefield was in Niorðr's lair, Vanaheim, a direct confrontation would mean the end of that world, and would also cause several other worlds to fall into a state of elemental depletion. For Tangs, the King of the Nine Realms, this would be an absolute loss.

In Asgard, Niorðr was actually greatly weakened. Of course, he could infinitely draw upon the power of the ocean from Vanaheim, but the so-called infinity had a flow rate limit. Could the flow of a small stream compare to that of a great river?

When he was in his lair, the speed at which he mobilized the power of the ocean was like a great river. But in Asgard, it was only a small stream.

Tangs didn't go all out from the start because he was worried that if he made a mistake, he would also suffer some degree of injury.

If a person fights a dog and gets bitten, would they really bite back?

Why didn't Tangs exert his full strength earlier?

Wasn't it all for the sake of a "flawless victory"?

Now, Niorðr had been drained of his divine power by three consecutive waves of attacks. It was precisely at this critical moment when his old strength was exhausted and new strength hadn't been generated yet, that he was gasping for breath. His movements had noticeably slowed down for a moment.

Tangs, who already had the upper hand in strength, seized the opportunity and, from a commanding position, slammed the Sword of Alfheim down fiercely.

With this strike, Tangs went all out.

At the instant the sword was unleashed, the entire floating continent of Alfheim, not far from Asgard, dimmed in light.

A golden beam, far thicker and larger than the previous strike, extended from the blade of the Sword of Light in mid-air, instantly shattering Niorðr's shield, piercing into his chest, completely penetrating it, and pinning his body firmly to the ground like a golden thread.

This scene terrified the Vanir gods.

Their invincible Niorðr had actually been killed once just like that.

"Ah?!"

Niorðr never imagined that the power of the same Sword of Light could differ by a factor of two!

Being caught off guard and losing a life caused his expression to change drastically.

In the next second, his figure twisted and deformed, unable to maintain its human form.

Tangs wasn't surprised at all that Niorðr suddenly transformed into a giant sea dragon hundreds of meters long. He controlled the Sword of Light, sweeping it horizontally to completely finish off this thing.

When Tangs casually discarded the corpse of this thing, Niorðr's main body unexpectedly emerged from a pool of water a hundred meters away.

Don't think that this was the end.

In fact, most of the damage in battles isn't inflicted during the clashes, but during the pursuit after one side collapses.

Tangs, not giving the defeated god any quarter, threw the Sword of Muspelheim next!

Seizing the crucial moment when Niorðr didn't have time to raise his shield, the Sword of Fire crossed space and easily pierced into Niorðr's abdomen. The pitiful Vanir god-king immediately let out a miserable wail.

Flames rose from various parts of his body. The raging fire element burned his internal organs and muscles, but was contained by the layer of strange water-based protective layer on the surface of his skin, making Niorðr look like a giant hot air balloon.

Two seconds later, he still collapsed.

It should be said that Niorðr was indeed a god-king who could fight Odin to a standstill in the early stages of the epic "Edda."

Even after suffering such serious injuries, he didn't immediately surrender his second life. Instead, he launched a fierce counterattack. He turned his hand and slapped out, and another monstrous wave swept towards Tangs.

Tangs smiled slightly. The Sword of Mist, Niflheim, easily flicked, and the distorted ice mist generated a strange force, diverting the wave.

Only then did Niorðr reluctantly surrender his second life.

This time, the corpse left behind was a giant white crab over a hundred meters wide.

It wasn't over yet. When Niorðr's main body appeared for the third time, the clouds in the sky suddenly moved violently. Countless metal particles converged in one direction, transforming into a giant iron sword thirty meters long in a very short time. This time, what fell on Niorðr's head was none other than the Sword of Svartalfheim, like a ten-thousand-ton hammer.

Unlike the other divine swords, this sword representing the dwarf kingdom was a typical heavy sword without a sharp edge.

Overwhelming power was its only characteristic!

In normal times, it wouldn't be effective at all against Niorðr, who had many tricks up his sleeve. The Vanir god-king had too many ways to avoid this kind of pure physical damage.

At this moment, it happened to be the critical juncture when Niorðr's old strength was exhausted and new strength hadn't been generated.

The ocean power he replenished was simply not enough to resist such a heavy sword.

"Ah!"

A very clean cut in two.

From Niorðr's bald head to his crotch, he was completely split in half from top to bottom.

Pain!

It was too painful!

For his third life, Niorðr's substitute was a giant deep-sea monster that looked very much like a big-headed anglerfish.

The third demise of their own god-king completely shattered the fighting spirit of the remaining Vanir gods on the field. They all sought to disengage from the battle.

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This time, Niorðr had learned his lesson. What appeared were over a hundred water element clones, each looking like him and possessing his unique divine power aura.

It could be said that this ocean god-king had evenly distributed this life into over a hundred clones.

Without saying any harsh words, Niorðr only dared to throw out a large pile of water balls in all directions, with the aim of disrupting the Asgardian gods and giving his subordinates a chance to escape.

He didn't even dare to look at Tangs again. He smashed a few more monstrous waves to block Tangs, and then led his subordinates to jump off the edge of the Asgardian continent one after another.

He knew: if he didn't leave now, he might never leave.

Tangs scattered a shower of light, leaving behind only a pile of severed octopus tentacles.

"Heh heh! Come as you please, leave as you please? What do you take Asgard for?" Tangs' obviously peaceful smile became an unadulterated grimace in the eyes of the others.

His body rose into the air, and the aftershocks of divine power leaking out were like a roc spreading its wings, leaving a gorgeous golden trail in the sky. At the same time, with a whistle, the Valkyries who had been waiting nearby whipped their horses, and the pure white pegasus immediately took off into the air, keeping up with their master.

And Odin's long-awaited 'Gungnir' spear phantom also appeared in the sky.

The time to strike a drowning dog had arrived!

Odin's detachment immediately rushed towards the Rainbow Bridge.

Not every Vanir god could fly, and most of the god servants couldn't fly. They needed to evacuate from the Rainbow Bridge.

In order to protect their retreat, several Vanir gods chose to hold their ground.

Unfortunately, how could these few guys be a match for Odin?

A 'Gungnir' flew out, and space seemed to be pieced together in错层. After the light flashed, several huge divine bodies crashed to the ground.

Unfortunately, this didn't mean that Odin had easily killed them.