“Celt…” On the Rainbow Bridge, a tall man waved at Celt and said with a teasing expression, “You’re the commander of the Valkyrie Corps, yet now you’re doing reception work?” “Bullshit…” Celt laughed and cursed.
“Isn’t it all because of the Four-Realm Alliance?
Prince Wells personally issued a transfer order, summoning the high-ranking officials of Nidavellir and Jotunheim to Asgard to discuss the next stage of the war…” “So Asgard has become lively these past few days.
To prevent outsiders from sneaking in, Prince Wells assigned me to handle Asgard’s defensive duties…” As Vanaheim, Helheim, Svartalfheim, and Muspelheim declared war on Asgard at the same time, the situation in the Nine Realms once again became tense.
Because of this, Odin issued an order summoning the high-ranking commanders scattered outside to Asgard to discuss the next battle commands.
It was precisely because of this order that the originally quiet and peaceful Asgard instantly became lively.
“Hehehe…” The tall man did not say much either.
He walked to Celt’s side, lowered his voice, and said, “Brother, you are one of Prince Wells’s people.
Give me some inside information.
How exactly do His Majesty and Prince Wells plan to fight?
I’m familiar with Vanaheim.
Can you put in a good word for me and let me fight the Vanir?” During these thirty thousand years of war, Asgard had conquered a total of two realms: Nidavellir and Jotunheim.
During this period of war, a large number of high-ranking talents had also emerged.
In order to prevent rebellions from breaking out in the realms, Leon had personally assigned them to various corners of Nidavellir and Jotunheim.
It was precisely because of the existence of these high-ranking generals that Nidavellir and Jotunheim had remained so peaceful over the years.
However, these people were by no means good men.
When they learned that a new round of war was about to begin, each of them rubbed their fists and palms together, all wanting to win more glory for themselves and the families behind them.
“Brother…” Celt said irritably, “You really think too highly of me.
Right now, the palace is in complete chaos.
His Majesty Odin also seems not to have expected that this war against Vanaheim would provoke a counterattack from the other realms.
I heard His Majesty has not eaten for several days…” “Then…” The tall man hesitated and said, “What does Prince Wells think?” Although Leon did not hold any actual official position in Asgard, in private, the high-ranking generals affectionately called him Asgard’s “second-in-command.” The wars against Nidavellir and Jotunheim had been planned by his own hands.
Celt looked left and right.
Seeing that no one was nearby, he slowly said, “As for the Four-Realm Alliance, Prince Wells seems to have expected it long ago.
I heard… this may be the final large-scale battle.
As long as we can win, Asgard will be able to unify the Nine Realms…” The man said excitedly, “Really?” “Really…” Celt nodded.
“That is what His Highness said.
You should be the last group.
Come on, I’ll take you to the palace.
It must already be packed with people there…” … “Your Highness, the generals from every realm have basically arrived.
His Majesty Odin asks you to come over…” Inside Leon’s bedchamber, a shout suddenly came from outside the door.
Leon did not hesitate.
He sat up directly, then walked toward the council hall.
Ever since Leon returned from the Earth Realm, he had been planning a new round of war.
The reason he chose Vanaheim was because the Vanir had already been crippled by Asgard before, and Gullveig had also been beaten into fear by the two brothers.
Destroying it would practically require no effort at all.
However, the other realms were destined not to allow Asgard to grow even stronger.
Alfheim of the Elves was Asgard’s ally.
The Earth Realm was poor and weak, and no race wanted to manage that place.
Now, Asgard already possessed three realms.
If Odin took Vanaheim as well, then Odin would possess half of the Nine Realms’ territory.
Therefore, for the powerful figures of Helheim, Svartalfheim, and Muspelheim, Vanaheim was of utmost importance.
They might not like the arrogant and overbearing nature of the Vanir, but they would absolutely not tolerate Asgard annexing it.
“Your Highness…” Seeing Leon walk in, the many high-ranking generals of Asgard all bowed in greeting.
Leon acknowledged them one by one.
“Generals, you have had a difficult journey.
I originally wanted to let you rest first, but the Four-Realm Alliance has already formed, and the situation is dangerous.
Therefore, I canceled your rest.
I hope all of you generals can bear with it.” Those who could participate in this meeting were all high-ranking generals of Asgard.
In Nidavellir and Alfheim, each of them controlled tens of thousands of lives.
If not for this war, even Odin would not have summoned them back.
“Prince Wells, you are joking…” “Your Highness, you are embarrassing us by saying that!” Hearing Leon’s words, the many generals laughed one after another.
At that moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.
“His Majesty Odin and Princess Hela have arrived!” The many generals turned their heads and saw that Odin and Hela had already walked in.
The generals quickly saluted.
“Your Majesty, Your Highness…” Odin nodded calmly.
“Mm…” Then Odin and Hela came before Leon.
After Odin took his seat, Hela and Leon sat on either side of him.
Hela’s face was expressionless.
However, the instant she sat down, she took out a hammer from who knew where and casually waved it at Leon as if nothing had happened.
The Thunder Hammer… is Hela’s weapon now?
Seeing this scene, Leon’s pupils shrank.
Hela was no longer the mischievous child from back then.
In Asgard, she was Odin’s eldest daughter and held the status of first heir.
Outside Asgard, Hela had personally killed the ruler of Helheim and bore the title of Goddess of Death.
Over the years, Hela’s prestige had grown day by day.
What exactly did Odin intend by passing his weapon to her?
“Generals…” Odin’s voice was magnetic and filled with authority.
He directly interrupted Leon’s thoughts.
“The four realms have already formed an alliance against Asgard.
Does anyone have a good strategy to break the enemy?” “Fight.
If we do not fight, they will think we are afraid!” “These so-called experts saw that they were no match for Asgard, so they think they can defeat us just by joining forces.
Ridiculous!” “The sky has cleared, the rain has stopped, and they think they can stand tall again…” The generals below were all filled with righteous anger, wishing they could immediately join the battle and kill those enemies themselves.
“Ahem…” Leon lowered his head and coughed lightly.
In an instant, the chaotic voices disappeared.
The many generals looked toward Leon with anticipation on their faces.
“His Majesty and I have already formulated a plan…” Leon stood up, then said loudly, “The Four-Realm Alliance is led by Muspelheim.
Although they are powerful, their internal relationships are extremely loose.
Therefore, I believe they are not something to fear!” These words were not merely Leon stabilizing the army’s morale.
Back when Asgard subdued Nidavellir, the ambitious figures of the other realms had also been greatly inspired.
They had attacked other realms, including the current members of the Four-Realm Alliance.
Back then, Gullveig, the leader of the Vanir, had attacked Helheim before.
However, he had ended in failure.
Tens of thousands of years of historical hatred, combined with the hidden schemes of each race’s leader, meant that if not for Asgard’s mad external expansion, these allies would have found it very difficult to unite at all.
“So His Highness already had a countermeasure!” Hearing Leon’s words, the many Asgardian generals also let out a breath of relief.
The Four-Realm Alliance.
This was the largest army in the history of the Nine Realms.
Even battle-hardened Asgardian generals could not help feeling nervous.
At this moment, Prince Wells’s words were like a calming needle injected into their hearts.
Leon opened his mouth, and a trace of coldness rose at the corner of his lips.
“Therefore, I have decided to split off one army to directly attack Muspelheim and hold down Muspelheim’s main force.
The rest of you must end the battle quickly and directly sweep away the armies of Vanaheim, Helheim, and Svartalfheim!” Muspelheim: a kingdom of flames.
Although its interior was extremely barren, the king of Muspelheim, Surtur, was an extremely powerful person.
Tens of thousands of years ago, he was once hailed as the “Number One Warrior of the Nine Realms.” “This…” Some generals hesitated before saying, “Your Highness, since we are splitting our forces in two… Muspelheim is a very powerful realm.
If we bring too few troops, we may not be able to chew through this hard bone.
Perhaps… we might even be bitten back by Muspelheim!” Many of the generals in the council hall had gone through countless battles and possessed extremely rich combat experience.
Therefore, some of them immediately saw the flaw in Leon’s plan.
Leon stared firmly at the person who had spoken.
“That is why, to guard against any accident, I will personally take part in the battle against Muspelheim this time!” Hearing Leon’s words, the generals in the council hall sucked in a breath of cold air.
“Your Highness, that is far too dangerous…” “Silence!” Leon interrupted the many generals.
“There is no need to say more.
His Majesty and I have already discussed this matter!” … Boom!
Inside Helheim, a massive bone dragon surged out from the endless Dead Sea.
Its body was tens of thousands of meters long.
Sensing that tyrannical pressure, countless skeletons in the Dead Sea trembled and hid at the bottom of the endless waters.
The dragon raised its head and let out a long roar.
“Avenge the Lord of Death!
Turn Asgard into an endless Dead Sea!” … Inside Vanaheim, Gullveig looked at the portraits of his ancestors with reverence.
He murmured, “Asgard has gone too far.
Please, heroic spirits, protect our divine race!” After he spoke, a powerful force surged into Gullveig’s body.
Gullveig let out a roar.
“Ah!” At that moment, all of Vanaheim heard that roar.
… In the thirtieth millennium of Odin’s calendar, Asgard fought a war in Nidavellir against the allied forces of Vanaheim and Helheim, a war that would decide the fate of the Nine Realms.