“Odin——!!”
The man did not hesitate for a moment, slashing through the air with his blade aimed straight at Odin, who wielded gungnir, as well as the warhorse beneath him!
Boom——!
The moment the blade and spear clashed, sparks flew, a thunderous roar reverberated like an explosive clap of thunder, and a storm-like shockwave swept in all directions.
Ishtar’s breath hitched, and she struggled to stand steady.
The impact, mixed with massive divine aura and blade radiance, surged forward, instantly making the earth tremble.
Those shadowy figures of heroic spirits roared as they were blown away, the dark sky changed color because of it, and the rumbling thunder shook the heavens!
She retreated amidst the storm, but due to the severe loss of her divine power, she inevitably tumbled away, her body crashing into a muddy puddle, looking extremely disheveled.
…
The blade fell, colliding fiercely with Odin’s spear.
Although the offensive looked fierce, Odin actually defended against it with great ease.
Grimm’s golden pupils burned fiercely, reflecting this scene in his eyes.
At this moment, he felt the extreme pleasure brought by Blood Rage maximizing his power, accompanied by a pain and burning sensation rooted deep within his bloodline, coursing through all his limbs and bones.
Powerful strength often comes with risks.
But all the effort was worth it!
Grimm looked at Odin, who was already enveloped by his domain; every move of his opponent was rendered in sharp detail, capable of being captured by his own senses.
“Word Spirit · Commandments”, serial number 106, had the effect of suppressing enemies within a wide-range domain, capable of effectively weakening them even when facing enemies with higher bloodlines.
Children, this is the harshest father of all mechanics monsters!
He remembered that the Word Spirit periodic table of Cassell College recorded that this Word Spirit consumed a massive amount of energy, and the vast majority of holders were not good at maintaining the domain for a long time during combat, but Grimm undoubtedly succeeded in doing so after awakening his Word Spirit.
‘Unlike decades ago, this time, Odin, you can no longer instantly kill me with Time Zero!’
‘And I shall become the legendary assassin who swings the butcher’s knife at the gods!’
Because Grimm still clearly remembered that he, having been extremely unlucky, crossed over into Odin’s Niflheim right at the start.
Thus, on the very first day of his time-travel, he was stabbed in the heart by the mastermind boss of this dragon world while time was stopped!
Fortunately, he was physically strong and robust, possessed a strong desire to survive, and had good recovery abilities.
It felt a bit like a plus version of Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze.
Anyway, he managed to survive by sheer luck, and it took a whole day to finally recover to his original state.
But Grimm’s nerves remained tense throughout, finding it hard to rest easy, feeling immense pressure and having no peace day or night——
He figured that since this bastard Odin wanted to kill him on the first day, it meant he must have been placed on the must-kill list.
Since there was the first failed assassination, would Odin just give up so easily?
Wouldn’t there be a second and third time?
Moreover, this was Odin’s own Niflheim.
What if He launched a surprise attack with a large group of people while he was sleeping, hacking him into pieces and scattering his ashes?
Then what good would even the best recovery ability be?
Over the decades, Grimm, who prided himself on having a cautious mindset and seeking stability in everything, felt that whenever he thought about letting such a suspended bastard wander outside and threaten him at any time, he couldn’t sleep soundly.
The depression was indescribable, and his whole body felt uncomfortable, as if the tip of a blade was pressed tightly against his heart.
But without a partner, and without a one-hundred-percent safe spawn point, after much deliberation, there was only one solution: fight back!
Out of caution, Grimm had no choice but to strike first and adopt a conservative strategy of guerrilla assassination——
Anyway, Odin was the one who made the first move.
Fine then, He assassinates, and I assassinate too!
Therefore, every day, he patrolled at high intensity across various parts of Niflheim, launching attacks whenever he met Odin’s lackeys on the road, destroying the enemy’s active forces as much as possible!
And even if he bumped into Odin himself, Grimm would find ways to trigger Blood Rage and go up for an assassination wave, stabbing him as many times as possible—capturing the bandit meant capturing the leader first!
As long as the bastard Odin was around, there would be an endless stream of Odin’s lackeys, and he could never kill them all.
And what if he successfully assassinated Odin?
Wouldn’t that solve it once and for all?
Thus, driven by a sense of crisis, amidst cautious and conservative guerrilla assassinations, and through decades of such day-in, day-out warfare, Grimm gradually mastered fighting skills and battlefield martial arts, awakened a Word Spirit, and self-studied “Blood Rage”…
Clang——!
Grimm’s Zhanmasdao and the tip of the spear clashed with a crisp sound, once again stirring up a violent storm.
At this moment, the dark golden armor on Odin was dim, and the profound Rune characters carved upon it were also in an extinguished state.
But His defense remained airtight, His divine demeanor did not diminish in the slightest, and with power that was clearly even higher, He somehow did not launch a clear counteroffensive stance.
Grimm had noticed those runes long ago.
Having read “Dragon Raja”, he knew that the Dragon King Odin was the top Alchemist second only to the Black King.
Norse mythology says Odin hung upside down on the World Tree for nine days and nine nights to acquire the wisdom of Runes.
As long as the runes were carved on wood, stone, metal, or any material, infinite power could be obtained.
This essentially meant that Odin was adept at making Alchemical weapons, and He excelled at carving dragon scripts on Alchemical materials to stimulate the Alchemical domain of props, enabling them to exert powerful forces similar to Word Spirit.
Therefore, Grimm had always paid attention to collecting the weapons and equipment of those “heroic spirits” under Odin’s command, observing the traces of dragon scripts while pondering and researching on his own, which actually yielded certain results.
The Zhanmasdao in his hand was one of them; the Alchemical domain effect it could stimulate was very crude, which was simply adding strength.
The combination of Word Spirit domain + Blood Rage + Alchemical weapons very intuitively reduced the numerical gap between him and Odin.
But it only reduced it, let alone standing shoulder to shoulder with Him.
Hiss——
Grimm suddenly turned his head sideways, dodging a stray arrow hidden in the wind.
At the same time, this action also made him notice that more shadows had gathered around Odin, and Grimm clearly felt the strain of maintaining the “domain”.
‘The objects captured by the domain have increased, and the consumption of the Word Spirit has correspondingly increased as well?…
Not good!’
…
Ishtar climbed up from the muddy puddle, trying to regain her composure, her thoughts inevitably chaotic:
Who on earth was that person just now?
He didn’t look like a deity, but rather a human hero with extraordinary power?
Yet how could he not be bound by Odin’s rules?
More crucially…
“What on earth is this place?”
Why would Odin go so far as to set up such restrictive rules for this world?
Ishtar was full of doubts.
“This is Niflheim. The land of the dead in Norse mythology.”
A familiar male voice came from behind, along with the low roar of a Maybach engine.
Niflheim was the medieval German name for “Niflheim”, which was also the “Land of Mist”.
According to the “Prose Edda”, Odin threw the goddess of death Hela into Niflheim to manage the dead, and since then the underworld Helheim came to be.
Therefore, Niflheim was often considered to be the location of the land of the dead.
Ishtar looked back in a daze, only for the other party to reach out, dragging her over with brute force, causing her whole body to fall into the back seat of the vehicle.
“Don’t just stand there stupidly, the assassination failed, Nigerundayo.”
Realizing that he was about to be surrounded and wiped out, Grimm decisively blew dust and scurried away, driving the Maybach to run for it.
Odin evidently intended to stall and let the battle fall into a stalemate, so he simply refused to go along with the enemy’s intentions.
The so-called “strike not hitting means fleeing a thousand miles”, he must never be led into a trap by the enemy.
Having practiced for decades, Grimm was well-versed in the ways of assassination and counter-assassination.
‘Assassination?’
Ishtar listened carefully in the back seat.
Her expression was somewhat doubting life.
She saw clearly at the time that this man charged head-on the entire way, looking arrogant enough to take Odin’s head directly, yet he still called that an assassination?
Was this person’s mental state still normal?
Grimm cursed while slamming on the accelerator, “That bastard Odin is too insidious and despicable; clearly possessing strength superior to mine, yet he insists on playing dirty!”
Reduced to a mortal, Ishtar immediately felt a bellyful of anger upon hearing this.
As one of the “victims” as well, her tone was full of displeasure: “That’s right! I didn’t expect the dignified Odin to be so cunning…”
Grimm slammed his hands in secret hatred and said, “Fortunately, I am naturally cautious and conservative, and saw through His hidden malicious intentions, otherwise my secret of needing to rest in place for three minutes to recover would be exposed!”
A full three minutes to recover the consumption brought by the Word Spirit domain.
To be conservative, add three minutes to recover from the Blood Rage sequelae, another three minutes to recover his own physical strength, and finally counting the cooldown time of the weapon’s Alchemical domain, it was even more than three minutes.
Added together, it was practically close to a quarter of an hour!
But on the battlefield, let alone a minute, even a single second was enough to decide life and death.
Odin had failed to kill him previously and must be testing his recovery limit; he must never fall for it!
“Wait, three minutes?”
Ishtar suddenly felt somewhere something was wrong again.
Hearing this, Grimm turned his head back from the driver’s seat and scratched the back of his head, “Eh, who are you again?”
Ishtar: “…”
No, if you don’t recognize me, why did you pull me into the car so quickly just now?
…
Time rewinds back to the present.
“Let me go!” Ishtar said angrily.
She lay across Grimm’s shoulders, punching and kicking, but her strength was soft and feeble.
This man was truly barbaric and rude; when getting out of the car just now, he actually made such a move against a mere goddess!
“You said yourself that your whole body was weak and you couldn’t walk, I’m just taking good care of you out of kindness. I also saved you earlier, you need to learn to be grateful, you know.”
Grimm, carrying Ishtar on his shoulder, argued with full confidence, completely unconcerned about her venting, “Relax, based on my years of anti-tracking experience, we have temporarily shaken off those guys for now. My companion is waiting up ahead.”
“A rude scoundrel like you still has a companion—”
Ishtar struggled to raise her head, only to see a tall, blonde, pretty figure.
“Gloomy girl!?”
Her sister goddess, her archenemy, Ereshkigal!