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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0298_part_03
Chapter 690
chapter 0298 part 3
Rip!
Just as the two were at a loss, a huge axe surrounded by lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder, chopped down towards them!
Thor, who needed larger and wider sizes for his armor, came from another Universe. Stormbreaker in his hand drew in immense thunder, striking directly at Gabriel's face.
Gabriel hastily raised the Horn of the Apocalypse in his hand. Before he could blow it, Stormbreaker chopped down on this Divine Artifact of Heaven with an axe.
Crack!
This Horn of the Apocalypse, made of unknown material, immediately cracked like Heaven's Gate. The lightning carried by Stormbreaker instantly caused Gabriel's entire body to convulse. Uriel, seeing the situation was bad, strummed the harp in his hand, and countless cross-shaped light swords shot towards Thor,
This temporarily forced Thor back.
Uriel looked at the disheveled Gabriel. The Star Harp in his hand swayed, as if the Stars were shaking. Uriel's Star Harp naturally didn't have the ability to shake the Stars, but judging from the strange phenomenon of this Divine Artifact, it was clearly a Divine Artifact no less than the Horn of the Apocalypse.
Countless holy light feathers gathered into a long river of holy light, pressing towards Thor. Thor wielded endless Thunder Power with Stormbreaker in his hand. As the axe swung, the thunder turned into a sea of thunder, and he fought with Uriel.
At this time, Gabriel, who had recovered from Thor's sneak attack, stroked his Horn of the Apocalypse with heartache and anger, and blew this legendary horn that brings about the apocalypse.
"Woo woo—"
The Horn of the Apocalypse had just sounded twice when, beside Gabriel, several Knight phantoms were slowly solidifying from ethereal forms.
White Horseman Pestilence, Red Horseman War, Black Horseman Famine, Gray Horseman Death. Under the Horn of the Apocalypse, the legendary Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, these four killing machines, were about to descend.
Gabriel's wrist, holding the Horn of the Apocalypse, suddenly felt an intense pain. The pain was so severe that she even let go of the Horn of the Apocalypse, allowing it to fall into the Space below.
A black snake, not much thicker than a strand of hair, succeeded with one strike, immediately cast an invisibility spell, and silently approached Uriel, who was playing the zither and fighting with Thor.
Paradise Mountain, its entire body pure white and lustrous like jade, faintly shimmering with metallic radiance, was solemn, grand, sacred, and dignified.
The base of this mountain was tens of thousands of miles in area, and its power was immense. The twisted The Void Space where Tang Song, Ancient One, and Odin were located was the dimensional space that Paradise Mountain itself possessed.
Tang Song, who had transformed into a Four-winged Angel, hovered hundreds of miles high above Paradise Mountain, observing this colossal entity.
Below Tang Song's feet was an area of white Temples. Many halls extended from the foot of the mountain all the way up to here.
If one looked to the left and right sides, such solemn and dignified halls extended continuously in both directions, stretching an unknown distance. Near these halls, which were thousands of meters in area and a hundred meters high, countless Angels were densely packed.
Large numbers of cities, entirely white and about a mile in area, were suspended in the white clouds.
These cities were similar in shape to the Sky Castle, but they were entirely white and forged from a strange material that was somewhere between metal and crystal.
Large groups of Two-winged Angels and Four-winged Angels were densely gathered in these cities, squatting motionless in a strange posture, wrapping their bodies with their wings like birds.
Above several small cities in the distance, more than ten Angels quietly hovered there, carrying five pairs of wings on their backs.
"Compared to Heaven's strength, Asgard is a bit petty!" Tang Song shook his head and landed on the Ground.
Near Paradise Mountain, except for the Archangels with the highest status, no one else could fly. An extremely powerful anti-flight formation was set up here, and everyone could only walk up and down.
Ancient One glanced at Tang Song: "The Aesir's power is not inferior to Heaven's. It's just that Odin is better at hiding his strength. Odin's true power is Valhalla, and the warriors inside are no less powerful than the Angels on Paradise Mountain!"
"Cough cough!" Odin coughed upon hearing this and quietly gave Ancient One a look, clearly wanting her to say less.
Valhalla? Tang Song's gaze flickered. Given his relationship with Hela, he couldn't favor one side over the other in terms of inheritance. Divine power comes first. If Odin really gave all his inheritance to his son, that wouldn't do. He had an obligation to help Hela reclaim her share.
While calculating the matter of contending for the inheritance, Tang Song was hesitating whether to immediately kneel down and call out "Father-in-law".
Suddenly, a pure white and magnificent holy light rippled open in the Void Space. In that bright holy light, an Elder, around a hundred miles high, stood tall.
He wore a triple crown on his head, a solemn and dignified robe, a sash shimmering with golden light draped around his neck, holding a golden orb in his left hand,
with several small Angels faintly circling on it, and a transparent crystal scepter around one hundred eighty miles high in his right hand. The cane head of the scepter was a small Angel, emitting dazzling golden light that was impossible to look at directly.
This giant white-robed Elder had a kind smile on his face.
"Master Ancient One, God King Odin, and this Powerful One, welcome to Paradise Mountain!"
Before his voice fell, streaks of silver light also rose.
Angels with six pairs of huge silver wings growing from their backs stood in the silver light, surrounding Tang Song, Ancient One, and Odin.
Rip!
Just as the two were at a loss, a huge axe surrounded by lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder, chopped down towards them!
Thor, who needed larger and wider sizes for his armor, came from another Universe. Stormbreaker in his hand drew in immense thunder, striking directly at Gabriel's face.
Gabriel hastily raised the Horn of the Apocalypse in his hand. Before he could blow it, Stormbreaker chopped down on this Divine Artifact of Heaven with an axe.
Crack!
This Horn of the Apocalypse, made of unknown material, immediately cracked like Heaven's Gate. The lightning carried by Stormbreaker instantly caused Gabriel's entire body to convulse. Uriel, seeing the situation was bad, strummed the harp in his hand, and countless cross-shaped light swords shot towards Thor,
This temporarily forced Thor back.
Uriel looked at the disheveled Gabriel. The Star Harp in his hand swayed, as if the Stars were shaking. Uriel's Star Harp naturally didn't have the ability to shake the Stars, but judging from the strange phenomenon of this Divine Artifact, it was clearly a Divine Artifact no less than the Horn of the Apocalypse.
Countless holy light feathers gathered into a long river of holy light, pressing towards Thor. Thor wielded endless Thunder Power with Stormbreaker in his hand. As the axe swung, the thunder turned into a sea of thunder, and he fought with Uriel.
At this time, Gabriel, who had recovered from Thor's sneak attack, stroked his Horn of the Apocalypse with heartache and anger, and blew this legendary horn that brings about the apocalypse.
"Woo woo—"
The Horn of the Apocalypse had just sounded twice when, beside Gabriel, several Knight phantoms were slowly solidifying from ethereal forms.
White Horseman Pestilence, Red Horseman War, Black Horseman Famine, Gray Horseman Death. Under the Horn of the Apocalypse, the legendary Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, these four killing machines, were about to descend.
Gabriel's wrist, holding the Horn of the Apocalypse, suddenly felt an intense pain. The pain was so severe that she even let go of the Horn of the Apocalypse, allowing it to fall into the Space below.
A black snake, not much thicker than a strand of hair, succeeded with one strike, immediately cast an invisibility spell, and silently approached Uriel, who was playing the zither and fighting with Thor.
Paradise Mountain, its entire body pure white and lustrous like jade, faintly shimmering with metallic radiance, was solemn, grand, sacred, and dignified.
The base of this mountain was tens of thousands of miles in area, and its power was immense. The twisted The Void Space where Tang Song, Ancient One, and Odin were located was the dimensional space that Paradise Mountain itself possessed.
Tang Song, who had transformed into a Four-winged Angel, hovered hundreds of miles high above Paradise Mountain, observing this colossal entity.
Below Tang Song's feet was an area of white Temples. Many halls extended from the foot of the mountain all the way up to here.
If one looked to the left and right sides, such solemn and dignified halls extended continuously in both directions, stretching an unknown distance. Near these halls, which were thousands of meters in area and a hundred meters high, countless Angels were densely packed.
Large numbers of cities, entirely white and about a mile in area, were suspended in the white clouds.
These cities were similar in shape to the Sky Castle, but they were entirely white and forged from a strange material that was somewhere between metal and crystal.
Large groups of Two-winged Angels and Four-winged Angels were densely gathered in these cities, squatting motionless in a strange posture, wrapping their bodies with their wings like birds.
Above several small cities in the distance, more than ten Angels quietly hovered there, carrying five pairs of wings on their backs.
"Compared to Heaven's strength, Asgard is a bit petty!" Tang Song shook his head and landed on the Ground.
Near Paradise Mountain, except for the Archangels with the highest status, no one else could fly. An extremely powerful anti-flight formation was set up here, and everyone could only walk up and down.
Ancient One glanced at Tang Song: "The Aesir's power is not inferior to Heaven's. It's just that Odin is better at hiding his strength. Odin's true power is Valhalla, and the warriors inside are no less powerful than the Angels on Paradise Mountain!"
"Cough cough!" Odin coughed upon hearing this and quietly gave Ancient One a look, clearly wanting her to say less.
Valhalla? Tang Song's gaze flickered. Given his relationship with Hela, he couldn't favor one side over the other in terms of inheritance. Divine power comes first. If Odin really gave all his inheritance to his son, that wouldn't do. He had an obligation to help Hela reclaim her share.
While calculating the matter of contending for the inheritance, Tang Song was hesitating whether to immediately kneel down and call out "Father-in-law".
Suddenly, a pure white and magnificent holy light rippled open in the Void Space. In that bright holy light, an Elder, around a hundred miles high, stood tall.
He wore a triple crown on his head, a solemn and dignified robe, a sash shimmering with golden light draped around his neck, holding a golden orb in his left hand,
with several small Angels faintly circling on it, and a transparent crystal scepter around one hundred eighty miles high in his right hand. The cane head of the scepter was a small Angel, emitting dazzling golden light that was impossible to look at directly.
This giant white-robed Elder had a kind smile on his face.
"Master Ancient One, God King Odin, and this Powerful One, welcome to Paradise Mountain!"
Before his voice fell, streaks of silver light also rose.
Angels with six pairs of huge silver wings growing from their backs stood in the silver light, surrounding Tang Song, Ancient One, and Odin.
