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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0290_part_02
Chapter 668
chapter 0290 part 2
And from Jotunheim, Laufey sent tens of thousands of Frost Giants.
They also fought very intensely with the Angelic Legion. The Fire Demons flapping their flame wings and the Angels themselves inherently disliked each other, fighting without mercy. However, the number of Angels was simply too large. On the battlefield, it was often dozens of Angels surrounding one Fire Demon fighting and slashing.
Dozens of white lights surrounded a red light, chasing and slashing. White light swords were like rain. The number of Fire Demons on the battlefield was decreasing at a visible speed.
If it weren't for the magic firearms and artillery reinforcements from the Dwarves behind them, they would have been routed long ago.
"Lord! The number of these white birdmen is simply too large! We have already suffered a loss of hundreds of our clansmen!"
On the right wing of Asgard, tens of thousands of Frost Giants were waving weapons intercepting the Angels in front of them, as if blocking little chickens.
The Frost Giants of Jotunheim are a branch of the giant race. But their strength is not as great as the ancient giants; at most, they are only slightly stronger than the Aesir. But their fertility is as difficult as their kin.
For Muspelheim, hundreds of thousands of Fire Demons, even if all of them were buried here, it wouldn't matter, because Muspelheim is the starting place of blazing flames.
These Fire Demons are like Hell, naturally conceived, like weeds in the Ground, one crop after another.
As for the Frost Giant race of Jotunheim, losing even one clansman is enough to make them feel the pinch.
"Tell our clansmen, if you cannot resist, appropriately reveal a gap for them! Don't fight to the death! Only when Asgard and these Angels are both severely injured, can we "persuade" Odin to return the Casket of Ancient Winters!"
A giant with a height of four meters, with ice-blue skin, seemed to be stepping on a ring of ice under his foot. Any Angels that approached within a hundred meters of him were all frozen into a pile of ice sculptures by him.
Under the intentional 'going easy' of the Frost Giants, many Angels rushed straight towards the Light Elves in the rear. "Buzz!"
"Swish!"
After another round of volley fire, facing the angel army that had rushed close, the first row of Light Elves all put their longbows behind their backs. Drawing from the scabbards at their waist, they drew out sharp elven blades and slashed towards the Angels in front of them.
The other elves quickly retreated, providing point-fire reinforcements with their longbows. With the Elven race's exquisite archery skill, even if these Angels were mixed in combat with their own clansmen, their arrows could often hit their target with a single strike.
The intense battlefield. At first, the Nine Realms had the upper hand, but as time passed, more and more Angels joined the battlefield, and the casualties on the Nine Realms side also increased.
The scales of victory began to tip towards the Heaven Dimension side.
Among the Nine Realms' three defense lines, the first to be unable to resist was the Light Elves side. As the Frost Giants intentionally preserved their strength, the number of Angels breaking into the tender leaves of Yggdrasil increased. Even to the point that in the end, hundreds of miles of tender leaf space were almost entirely occupied by Angels.
As the distance closed, these Light Elves from Alfheim had to abandon the bows and arrows they were skilled at, and instead all switched to using elven blades and elven swords to engage in close combat with these Angels.
Just like the situation faced by the Fire Demons, the number of these Angels was simply too large. Even if the Light Elves' skill was agile and their treasured swords were sharp, they couldn't withstand these tens of times more enemies.
These Light Elves had to form a circular formation, barely resisting the attack of these Angels.
"Lord Gabriel! Our people have already opened a gap! Should we send another Military to directly penetrate into the heartland of the Nine Realms!"
A six-winged angel keenly noticed the gap revealed by the enemies on the battlefield. He quickly flew to Gabriel and reported.
"No! Wait a little longer!" Gabriel held the Horn of the Apocalypse in his hand. "Now is not the time!"
The six-winged angel was a bit surprised, but as a Subordinate, he understood that he did not have the power to question the Archangel. He respectfully retreated behind Gabriel.
Gabriel looked at the phantom of Odin in the distance. Silver light flashed in his gaze. "Odin, how much longer can you last?!"
Launching this war to conquer the Nine Realms, Gabriel's purpose was to get revenge for Michael. He needed to give the Lord an explanation.
Otherwise, facing the Lord's questioning, how could he explain?
Similarly, he was not in a hurry to attack the Nine Realms. The two great Guardians of the Nine Realms, Odin and Ancient One, are people the Lord fear.
However, in the Lord's prophecy, both of them will face demise. He just needs to wait. As for this war, there are plenty of battle Angels on Paradise Mountain. He can afford this war of attrition. It just depends on how long the Nine Realms side can hold on! As long as Odin enters Ragnarök, he will lead the Angelic Legion to rush into the Nine Realms and occupy this fertile Land of Faith.
On Yggdrasil, the Light Elves who originally occupied a patch of tender leaves had to continue retreating along a thin branch of Yggdrasil, forming formations. The dense Angels were like a large swarm of fluttering moths emitting white light, pursuing relentlessly.
"Roar!"
Just then, a tiger roar suddenly sounded beside the retreating elf military. Many elves subconsciously turned their heads to look. Beside them, a striped fierce tiger with a body length of seven to eight meters and a shoulder height of three to four meters was slowly taking light steps, walking towards the group of Angels in front.
"Roar!"
Hundreds of four-winged Angels flew the fastest, flapping their wings, and quickly rushed forward.
In the center of the elf military's circular formation, a group of elf archers subconsciously drew their bows and arrows. Before the golden light arrow rain in their hands could be shot out.
That fierce tiger let out another tiger roar. A black wind sprayed from his mouth, instantly sweeping towards the Angels in front of him. As this malevolent wind blew past, those hundreds of Angels instantly vanished without a trace.
The striped fierce tiger glanced sideways at the group of elves beside him with his tiger eyes. Then accelerated his pace, trotting and pouncing towards the oncoming angel army.
Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger. As the speed of the striped fierce tiger became faster and faster, his entire body was wrapped in a layer of black wind.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The huge black wind howled. In the end, even the figure of the striped fierce tiger could no longer be seen, only a black gale that made people unable to open their eyes, sweeping towards the tens of thousands of Angels. If Kane and the others were here, they would definitely find that the gale summoned by the Big Cat was very similar to the Five Yin Black Fiend within the Five Yin Pouch.
The Angels blown by this black wind instantly had their flesh and blood vanish, turning into the black wind. In the black wind where one couldn't see their own hand, faintly came the sound of a fierce beast greedily swallowing and chewing.
"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"
On the battlefield, the Angelic Legion that had annihilated the air power of the Nine Realms side was occupying advantageous terrain, continuously unleashing Holy Light strikes on the battlefield below.
A three-headed dragon with a body length of several hundred meters appeared from somewhere, flapping its wings raising gusts of gale, blowing the Angels on all sides like leaves in the wind, swaying uncontrollably with the wind.
King Ghidorah's three heads sprayed scorching white high-temperature electric current in three Directions, turning large swathes of Angels into charred remains, directly clearing the Sky for dozens of miles.
The Nine Realms Soldiers below instantly had their pressure greatly reduced!
(End of chapter)
And from Jotunheim, Laufey sent tens of thousands of Frost Giants.
They also fought very intensely with the Angelic Legion. The Fire Demons flapping their flame wings and the Angels themselves inherently disliked each other, fighting without mercy. However, the number of Angels was simply too large. On the battlefield, it was often dozens of Angels surrounding one Fire Demon fighting and slashing.
Dozens of white lights surrounded a red light, chasing and slashing. White light swords were like rain. The number of Fire Demons on the battlefield was decreasing at a visible speed.
If it weren't for the magic firearms and artillery reinforcements from the Dwarves behind them, they would have been routed long ago.
"Lord! The number of these white birdmen is simply too large! We have already suffered a loss of hundreds of our clansmen!"
On the right wing of Asgard, tens of thousands of Frost Giants were waving weapons intercepting the Angels in front of them, as if blocking little chickens.
The Frost Giants of Jotunheim are a branch of the giant race. But their strength is not as great as the ancient giants; at most, they are only slightly stronger than the Aesir. But their fertility is as difficult as their kin.
For Muspelheim, hundreds of thousands of Fire Demons, even if all of them were buried here, it wouldn't matter, because Muspelheim is the starting place of blazing flames.
These Fire Demons are like Hell, naturally conceived, like weeds in the Ground, one crop after another.
As for the Frost Giant race of Jotunheim, losing even one clansman is enough to make them feel the pinch.
"Tell our clansmen, if you cannot resist, appropriately reveal a gap for them! Don't fight to the death! Only when Asgard and these Angels are both severely injured, can we "persuade" Odin to return the Casket of Ancient Winters!"
A giant with a height of four meters, with ice-blue skin, seemed to be stepping on a ring of ice under his foot. Any Angels that approached within a hundred meters of him were all frozen into a pile of ice sculptures by him.
Under the intentional 'going easy' of the Frost Giants, many Angels rushed straight towards the Light Elves in the rear. "Buzz!"
"Swish!"
After another round of volley fire, facing the angel army that had rushed close, the first row of Light Elves all put their longbows behind their backs. Drawing from the scabbards at their waist, they drew out sharp elven blades and slashed towards the Angels in front of them.
The other elves quickly retreated, providing point-fire reinforcements with their longbows. With the Elven race's exquisite archery skill, even if these Angels were mixed in combat with their own clansmen, their arrows could often hit their target with a single strike.
The intense battlefield. At first, the Nine Realms had the upper hand, but as time passed, more and more Angels joined the battlefield, and the casualties on the Nine Realms side also increased.
The scales of victory began to tip towards the Heaven Dimension side.
Among the Nine Realms' three defense lines, the first to be unable to resist was the Light Elves side. As the Frost Giants intentionally preserved their strength, the number of Angels breaking into the tender leaves of Yggdrasil increased. Even to the point that in the end, hundreds of miles of tender leaf space were almost entirely occupied by Angels.
As the distance closed, these Light Elves from Alfheim had to abandon the bows and arrows they were skilled at, and instead all switched to using elven blades and elven swords to engage in close combat with these Angels.
Just like the situation faced by the Fire Demons, the number of these Angels was simply too large. Even if the Light Elves' skill was agile and their treasured swords were sharp, they couldn't withstand these tens of times more enemies.
These Light Elves had to form a circular formation, barely resisting the attack of these Angels.
"Lord Gabriel! Our people have already opened a gap! Should we send another Military to directly penetrate into the heartland of the Nine Realms!"
A six-winged angel keenly noticed the gap revealed by the enemies on the battlefield. He quickly flew to Gabriel and reported.
"No! Wait a little longer!" Gabriel held the Horn of the Apocalypse in his hand. "Now is not the time!"
The six-winged angel was a bit surprised, but as a Subordinate, he understood that he did not have the power to question the Archangel. He respectfully retreated behind Gabriel.
Gabriel looked at the phantom of Odin in the distance. Silver light flashed in his gaze. "Odin, how much longer can you last?!"
Launching this war to conquer the Nine Realms, Gabriel's purpose was to get revenge for Michael. He needed to give the Lord an explanation.
Otherwise, facing the Lord's questioning, how could he explain?
Similarly, he was not in a hurry to attack the Nine Realms. The two great Guardians of the Nine Realms, Odin and Ancient One, are people the Lord fear.
However, in the Lord's prophecy, both of them will face demise. He just needs to wait. As for this war, there are plenty of battle Angels on Paradise Mountain. He can afford this war of attrition. It just depends on how long the Nine Realms side can hold on! As long as Odin enters Ragnarök, he will lead the Angelic Legion to rush into the Nine Realms and occupy this fertile Land of Faith.
On Yggdrasil, the Light Elves who originally occupied a patch of tender leaves had to continue retreating along a thin branch of Yggdrasil, forming formations. The dense Angels were like a large swarm of fluttering moths emitting white light, pursuing relentlessly.
"Roar!"
Just then, a tiger roar suddenly sounded beside the retreating elf military. Many elves subconsciously turned their heads to look. Beside them, a striped fierce tiger with a body length of seven to eight meters and a shoulder height of three to four meters was slowly taking light steps, walking towards the group of Angels in front.
"Roar!"
Hundreds of four-winged Angels flew the fastest, flapping their wings, and quickly rushed forward.
In the center of the elf military's circular formation, a group of elf archers subconsciously drew their bows and arrows. Before the golden light arrow rain in their hands could be shot out.
That fierce tiger let out another tiger roar. A black wind sprayed from his mouth, instantly sweeping towards the Angels in front of him. As this malevolent wind blew past, those hundreds of Angels instantly vanished without a trace.
The striped fierce tiger glanced sideways at the group of elves beside him with his tiger eyes. Then accelerated his pace, trotting and pouncing towards the oncoming angel army.
Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger. As the speed of the striped fierce tiger became faster and faster, his entire body was wrapped in a layer of black wind.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The huge black wind howled. In the end, even the figure of the striped fierce tiger could no longer be seen, only a black gale that made people unable to open their eyes, sweeping towards the tens of thousands of Angels. If Kane and the others were here, they would definitely find that the gale summoned by the Big Cat was very similar to the Five Yin Black Fiend within the Five Yin Pouch.
The Angels blown by this black wind instantly had their flesh and blood vanish, turning into the black wind. In the black wind where one couldn't see their own hand, faintly came the sound of a fierce beast greedily swallowing and chewing.
"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"
On the battlefield, the Angelic Legion that had annihilated the air power of the Nine Realms side was occupying advantageous terrain, continuously unleashing Holy Light strikes on the battlefield below.
A three-headed dragon with a body length of several hundred meters appeared from somewhere, flapping its wings raising gusts of gale, blowing the Angels on all sides like leaves in the wind, swaying uncontrollably with the wind.
King Ghidorah's three heads sprayed scorching white high-temperature electric current in three Directions, turning large swathes of Angels into charred remains, directly clearing the Sky for dozens of miles.
The Nine Realms Soldiers below instantly had their pressure greatly reduced!
(End of chapter)
