Theodoreâs body stiffened as he saw the sky. The presence of the terrifying creature, NĂdhöggur, surrounded Theodore on all sides. He was able to protect his body, but the rest of the mortals fell to the ground without daring to look up at the sky.
NĂdhöggur was a being they couldnât even face! No, it was good that it was this way. Theodore took short breaths.
ââŠWe would be dead without Mitra.â
This wasnât a joke. As he stared at Mitra, he could see that the power stretching out from her was offsetting the power pressing down from that black sky. It was like a fly falling after being hit by a sudden clap. Just like how people didnât hesitate to trample on ants, NĂdhöggur had no need to think about slaughtering mortals.
The malevolence of the âSneering Butcherâ, NĂdhöggur, was worse than they had imagined.
-Kuhuhu, you say that you are going to deal with this body? NĂdhöggur silenced Elvenheim from the distant sky.
Compared to the dragon that blocked the sun with one command and ripped the sky apart, the girl with the wheat-colored hair looked so small. For a moment, Dmitra, the ancient elemental who had become the incarnation of the world tree, looked like a victim before the evil dragon, rather than a goddess.
However, she was far more prominent than anyone else in this room.
[Yes, you stupid person!] Mitra puffed up her chest and placed her hands on her waist. She countered the evil dragon without taking a step back. [The sky is dark because of you! Too disruptive! Canât you read the mood? You, no friends!]
-What nonsense are you saying?
[If you have one, call them. A person who canât read the atmosphere wonât have any friends!]
-This girl! NĂdhöggurâs raised his voice at the slander. -For a great demon king, other existences are either slaves or enemies to be killed. Therefore, I have no need for friends!
[Yes, yes. I heard your excuse. My score is 0 points!]
-W-What is wrong with you?
While the transcendents who had challenged the realm of the gods were in the double digits, how many of them had dared to mock NĂdhöggur from the Age of Mythology? Countering wisdom with humor, he couldnât argue with a childish girl like her.
However, Dmitra didnât stop after raising NĂdhöggurâs blood pressure.
[People who donât have friends talk like this. You tell me that you donât need friends. Then why did you come to another personâs house and cause a disturbance? In fact, you were lonely because you have no friends to play with!]
[Donât you think you are lonely? Do you want to be Mitraâs friend? How about it?]
Finally, NĂdhöggur had no more patience.
-This damn world, I will blow it away with my breath. I will make sure it doesnât come back again!
Subsequently, NĂdhöggur opened his mouth, and poison emerged from it. He aimed the poison at Mitra. It was a level of poison where even a god wouldnât be safe. Dmitra bit her lips and gathered her strength to prepare for the incoming wave.
âItâs coming.â Theodore, who had been paralyzed by NĂdhöggur, sensed something.
This poison was just a prelude to the breath. The real attack would come pouring out next. The breath filled up with Nastrondâs death energy. It was a rotten breath that didnât distinguish between the body or the soul.
From the heavily ripped crack in the sky, NĂdhöggurâs breath blew forth like a fog over the ground. It didnât seem to have much destructive power, and its speed wasnât fast. However, the air became heavier as the energy slowly descended to the ground.
The masters who recognized it were fearful and took action first. The moment the fog covered the forest, everything in Elvenheim would die.
Flames once again emerged from the transformed Veronicaâs mouth, and the guardians unleashed all their strength at once. The storm arrows, thunderstorms, and other chain attacks launched at the fog of death. Did it workâŠ? No, the destructive power of the fog was too high.
ââŠDammit, it didnât work at all!â Veronica paled unconsciously.
Her breath that was comparable to a pureblood red dragon only destroyed a little bit of the poison, while the attacks of the guardians only made it a few meters into the fog. NĂdhöggurâs breath was still descending to the surface of the earth without a bit of hesitation.
[Donât be afraid!] Mitra extended her palms without any fear. [I will stop that stupid dragonâs bad breath!]
The present Dmitra wasnât like the old Mother Earth. The faith of Elvenheim was lacking to regain her mighty divinity, so Theodore used the second best thingâthe world tree, Yggdrasil. The sacred tree found in the myths was a symbol of the origin of life and wasnât lacking divinity at all.
âIn addition to that, I cooperated with NohengrinâŠ!â
As such, it was possible to control this Great Forest.
While Theodore was thinking this, Dmitra finally moved. She was now the incarnation of the world tree and a goddess of this forest. As Dmitra moved her hands, the earth shook, and something rose from the ground.
Tree roots, rocks, and dirt⊠The deeply buried roots of the world tree had the length and thickness of large walls, and they rose up like a krakenâs legs. In response to Dmitraâs call, the tree roots and dirt tangled together to make a pair of huge hands. The old saying about how the sky couldnât be covered with two palms seemed to be a lie.
[Eeit!]Â Dmitra moved the hands and joined them together as if to seal the hole in the sky.
The story about the giant (Atlas) who held up the sky in the past came to mind. The fog of death was pushed back into the crack by the pressure, and NĂdhöggurâs presence was blocked, temporarily returning the freedom of the Elvenheim residents. They looked up at the sky supported by two palms. Some sighed with relief while others cheered.
âOhhâŠ! The evil dragonâs appearance is gone!â
âM-My body can move! Iâm alive!â
âHooray, Dmitra! Goddess of the forest!â
âThe world tree is looking after us!â
However, it was still too early to cheer. Theodore, Veronica, and the high elves were watching the sky, and their faces werenât bright. The cheering eventually stopped. If the evil dragon had really disappeared, the sky wouldnât still be black. He might be hidden by the hands, but it was proof that he was still present beyond the sky.
âMitra, are you okay?â Theodore was behind her and could discover it immediately.
Mitraâs neck was soaked with sweat despite having become a god. To think that A spiritual body that didnât have any physiological functions was sweatingâŠ? There could only be one reason for it.
[T-TheoâŠ] Dmitraâs face was pale. [Ohh, he is getting angry. It is hard.]
âThen why did you make fun of him? How is the situation?â
[I can still hold on. But the condition of the tree is getting worseâŠ]
âTree? Ah.â Theodore realized who she was referring to and looked at the palms holding up the sky. The origin of these palms was the roots of Yggdrasil. It was impossible for the tree to not be affected after directly blocking NĂdhöggurâs breath.
âThisâŠâ Theodore found some signs and sighed. It was because the edges of the palms had become black and rotten.
However, it wasnât just that. It was slow, but both palms were gradually becoming black. Mitraâs power was still holding it up. However, if this continued, both palms would collapse, and the breath would fall down again. Theodore prepared his heart and pulled out the dragon heart. âMitra, draw on my strength.â
âIf you are suppressed, then I will die anyway. Didnât you say it is hard?â
âHaha, maybe.â Theodore smiled bitterly as he faced the tears in Dmitraâs eyes. He wasnât in a position to complain. Theodore Miller would sacrifice his life if they could overcome this crisis. Mitra had been with him for several years and knew it well. She didnât try to say anything to convince him.
[I will win.] She faced NĂdhöggur with a more serious expression. [If I win, Theo will be okay!]
Then the magic power in Theodoreâs body started to be sucked out. To be precise, the magic power of the dragon heart flowed into Theodoreâs body and then into Dmitra. Thanks to that, his actual magic power consumption wasnât large. The problem was that Theodore felt burdened from the process of passing an absurd amount of magic power through his body. He was in pain, feeling like a few of his blood vessels were bursting.
âI canât stop. I will die if I am weak!â
Fortunately, the effect was immediately apparent. The blackened palms regained their color, and flowers and grass grew from the roots, purifying the poison. This was a phenomenon that was impossible without the power of a true divinity. If this was the case, then NĂdhöggur had no way of returning to this world.
Theodore was briefly relieved thinking about the optimistic future when a voice rang out.
-You. You will never live.
Theodore froze at NĂdhöggurâs words.
The spread out breath became more concentrated, gathering at one point in order to kill Theodore. Theodore hadnât expected such an attack. NĂdhöggur wanted to kill Theodore and return, rather than destroy the forest or the world tree? In retrospect, that wasnât weird since all the obstructions had started from Theodore.
Beyond the sky and the limits of the palm, a purple light fell toward Theodore. He knew the result of the death glare. His body would be shattered by the light, and it would dig all the way into the mantle. This flash of light was ultimate magic that couldnât be defeated. NĂdhöggur launched an all-out attack, regardless of the damage to himself. No matter what, the young Theodore Miller couldnât escape the fate of death.
âThis is a handshake. Dumb little lizard.â Theodore laughed.
Simultaneously, a golden light enveloped Theodoreâs body. It was divine power! The power of a mighty god from the Age of Mythology devoured the ray trying to kill Theodore. It was a force comparable to that of NĂdhöggurâs breath. This was a godâs immortality that couldnât be penetrated.
âThank you, Baldur! Iâll keep my promise with you!â
The eternal protection that symbolized the sun god, Baldur. It was the best defense from the Age of Mythology that invalidated every attack except those from mistletoe! Theodore didnât pay any attention to the scattering of NĂdhöggurâs breath as he flew off the ground.
In the crack that started to disappear, he could see NĂdhöggurâs confused face!
âGet lost from this world!â Theodore became temporarily invincible and held the dragon heart in his hand, undaunted by NĂdhöggurâs murky poison. Theodore drew out mana at such a rapid rate that it felt like he was going to explode. Like setting fire to oil, he used the strongest magic he had available.
Great magic Abraxas (ÎÎÎĄÎÎÎÎŁ).
Four beads combined to create a sphere containing tremendous power. If the explosive power of the dragon heart was added to it, then he would have the strength to smash the nose of that arrogant lizard! NĂdhöggurâs face stiffened just before Theodore dealt the stunning blow.
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The light from Abraxas appeared as the dragon heart cracked.
ââââââââââââââââ!
There was a big explosion that shook the boundaries of this dimension.