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For the first time, Bergmire felt that he was going to die of exhaustion.

As he passed the two broken barrels, he also passed through the thick smoke that was burning on the deck of Najirfa.

The thick smoke became Begelmir's protective umbrella and trap. He created an illusion and leaned down to hide behind the charred corpse of a giant. Sweat dripped on the blood and the densely packed dead nails that made up the deck.

The blood on the scimitar blade also nourished countless dead souls trapped in the nails of the dead. They were sucked dry in an instant, but those miserable souls were still unsatisfied.

A bearded man wearing silver armor and a horned helmet rushed out of the flames and smoke. The vision of this demigod under Ares, the god of war, doomed his end the moment he lost Begelmir.

Sure enough, that guy caught up with the illusion created by Begelmir. Bergmire waited with a smirk on his face as the idiot struck the ax in his hand at the illusion. He finally jumped up and reached the guy's back in just two steps under the cover of the noisy sound of gunfire.

Even after killing hundreds of enemies, the sharp scimitar still pierced the bearded man's neck silently, and what followed was a brutal disembowelment.

The demigod's blood and entrails cascaded onto the deck, and Bergmir's extreme power even severed the demigod's spine.

Flesh and blood will continue to nourish Najirfa's terrifying ship of dead men's nails. And as long as this battle continues and as long as one person is alive, Najirfa will not sink or collapse. Because it was a warship built to bring Ragnarok, it itself was destruction, but now it was fighting for a glimmer of hope for that creation.

Bergmere gasped and stood up. He raised his head and watched depressedly as the two broken ghost ships burned and fell like huge comets. They are not Najirfa. Even if they come from the netherworld of Helheim, even if they are also made of the bones and souls of the dead, Hela is not Hermthos, not the former leader of the frost giants. Her hatred His thoughts and ideals are far less profound than those of Bergmere's uncle.

Only Najirfa is the same as the fate of the gods, and the power it contains even temporarily transcends death.

But there is no need to care about the army of the living dead under Hela. They have received gifts from Hela. They have all been lost in the nine Styx rivers in Helheim, and they have almost disappeared into nothingness. It was Hela who saved them and gave these lonely ghosts the positions they deserved, and they also swore that they would fight for Hela in the future.

Bergmir watched as the sunk ghost ships crashed into the enemy's warships and crowds regardless. They exploded among the gods, destroying the enemy with the energy bursting out from all their souls.

On the dark ship like a huge coffin that Hela was riding on stood a metal door embraced by a skinned bright red giant. The door was covered with heavy chains.

Two giant hell dogs that also lost their fur and part of their flesh were pulling the battleship in front. The terrifying skeleton warrior riding an armored warhorse covered with pitch black metal spikes in mid-air is the berserker Modgud who once guarded the Crystal Bridge on the Dagiore River.

Behind Modgud, the blood-stained hellhound Garm guarding the Gate of Hel outside the Palace of Hela was also crouching in the squirming shadow, with its fangs protruding from its rotten lips. Outside, two cold eyes were staring at the battlefield below.

Garm existed to destroy the war god Tyr, but now it desires to crush the bones of Ares.

However, Garm is so heartfelt that he will guard his Queen Hela until Hela gives the order to kill before rushing into battle.

Bergmir doesn't like Hela as his niece very much. Although she is not like Loki's other two children Fenrir and Jormungandr, she is not a wolf or a snake. She has a human form, but half of her body is dying. under the decay.

As a result, Hela was depressed all day long in the Kingdom of Fog in Helheim. She cried like a child who would never grow up, and she was always dependent on her servants.

Hela's power was given by her brothers, the wolf Fenrir and the snake Jörmungandr, and she will follow them, even if she is extremely timid.

At least the army of the dead is a good fighting force, and Bergmir can also free up his hands to deal with the elites of the Olympus gods.

They are better fuel and ammunition, so their deaths on Najirfa are not wasted.

"We're almost winning, Captain!" A frost giant ran over wearing scales stained red by blood. His horned helmet was somewhat dented, his shield and knife were badly damaged, and there were still a few sticks stuck in his thick arms. Arrows, but he didn't care, he was still extremely excited, bloodthirsty killing made him extremely fanatical.

At this time, Bergmir was also overlooking Najirfa's ship, where Fenrir and Ares were still fighting fiercely at the top of the fortress in the Realm of Miracles.

Fenrir was not at a disadvantage. This violent giant wolf could actually block Ares, the god of war in his prime.

One relies on the power of war, while the other enjoys the destructive power of war and death.

"Load the ammunition! Aim all the cannonballs at that bastard Ares!" Bergmir shook off the blood on his scimitar. When he gave the order loudly, he quickly walked towards the rudder. Along the way, The giants began to clean up the battlefield, taking away the weapons of the dead and decapitating the gods, leaving the remaining corpses for Najirfa to feast on.

Although the battle suffered some losses, it was still won, but Loki didn't show up. Where did that guy go?

Bergmire became a little irritable again, because he should be the one avoiding everything! He should be the one who anoints the soles of his feet away from all disputes!

But Loki slipped away first.

In short, we must stabilize the situation now, and then help the creatures of the gods in the Miracle Realm find a way to counterattack the multiverse...

Najirfa suddenly shook.

Bergmire was stunned. He began to feel bad, and his instinct kept telling him to stay away from this dangerous place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Some giants also felt the abnormal vibrations of Najirfa.

Bergmire raised his head and saw a large black shadow suddenly appear.

"Damn..." Bergmir accelerated and ran. He pushed away the giants blocking the way, nimbly passed over each corpse, and then shouted, "Get ready to fight! Load the ammunition! Listen to my orders! Aim! Heaven!”

The battle-hardened giants were busy again, and Bergmir jumped to the rudder in a few steps. He held the rudder and turned it hard.

Najirfa began to turn.

The ghost ships of Hela above also noticed something strange.

I should just drop everything and run away!

But Bergmire didn't do this. It was too late. He knew he had no way to escape.

And now, the multiverse is beginning to tremble.

Because Odin has arrived, and with him all the armies of the old gods.