Stupid Odin

Volstagg, one of the three warriors of Asgard, couldn't resist the urge to complain when he saw the terrifying mammoth in the distance, with its long, curved tusks, so huge that its back could reach the lowest clouds: "Heavens! It's huge!"

Wasn't it?

This mammoth giant seemed to have a shoulder height of over half a kilometer.

If it casually swung its head, its two scimitar-like tusks could easily poke the low-lying clouds five or six hundred meters above the ground.

The appearance of the last of the Ten Ferocious Beasts was both unexpected and, in a way, not so unexpected.

Tang Si really wanted to facepalm: Didn't the epic say it was a Behemoth? How did it become a mammoth?

Sure enough, the records of Norse mythology are very messy.

In addition to the Eddas in both poetic and prose form, there's also the Volsunga Saga, a prose epic that has been adapted to some extent, and even the heavily modified German opera, The Ring of the Nibelung. For example, in this opera, Fafnir's name hasn't changed, but his identity has been changed to a giant.

It's like a game of telephone; a sentence can become something completely different after being repeated by ten people.

And this mammoth giant has different descriptions in different versions, the most exaggerated of which says it 'devours a thousand lush mountains every day'.

In any case, someone needs to hold off this exaggerated beast that is clearly overflowing with chaotic energy.

Otherwise, with the mammoth's impact force, it could instantly crush the Aesir's forces.

Without Tang Si's instructions, Thor flew to Jormungandr's side: "Jormungandr! I'll reduce its impact, you take the opportunity to entangle it."

"Okay!" Jormungandr had no choice but to agree; the Aesir wouldn't let a powerhouse like him stay idle for too long.

They had no idea that at this moment, Tang Si was speechless to the extreme.

This absolute nemesis from the epic, a god and a serpent who went to the underworld together in the final battle, are actually fighting side by side in this life? Can you believe it?

Thor acted on his thoughts.

This mammoth's size was too exaggerated; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that a mountain was running and slamming over.

It only needed to take a step, and a twenty-meter-tall giant would be sent flying by the shockwave from its heavy footsteps.

Thor couldn't allow such a cheating existence to enter the battlefield and disrupt the Aesir's hard-won victory.

In a burst of lightning and thunder, Thor, that iron-headed fellow, swung Mjolnir like a comet falling rapidly to the ground, crashing down diagonally from high above.

It's no exaggeration to say that among the gods, only he, with his shocking physique, written as Aesir but actually a giant, would dare to do this.

If it were another god, it would probably be like an egg hitting a rock, and the yolk would be instantly smashed.

The god and the elephant collided violently in mid-air; at that moment, half the sky flickered with the light of lightning.

The instantly enlarged Mjolnir struck the mammoth's head, and the unimaginable impact spread across the mammoth's skull, with the shockwave alone making people feel like a large bomb had been dropped there.

"Roar!" The mammoth giant, in pain, rarely sat down on its butt, leaning backward.

Thor didn't fare well either; even if he grew into a thirty-meter-tall giant, his small body still wasn't enough in front of this enormous mammoth.

The outrageous recoil directly shook him, bouncing him several kilometers away.

Without wasting the opportunity created by Thor's desperate effort, Jormungandr wrapped around it.

After several order-based modifications, Jormungandr's size wasn't as exaggerated as before, but even if it shrank further, this terrifyingly long serpent was still the most terrifying predator in the world.

After it wrapped around the mammoth, this barbaric beast wasn't strangled to death; dragging the heavy Jormungandr, it began to run and crash wildly on the ground like a madman.

This barbaric elephant wasn't as delicate as the giant eagle, and Jormungandr couldn't directly kill it. The thick fleshy tumor on the mammoth's neck, caused by chaos, happened to greatly reduce the power of Jormungandr's venomous fangs.

The venom was indeed injected, but it seemed to take a long time to take effect. Helpless, Jormungandr had no choice but to cooperate with the mammoth's breathing rhythm, tightening again and again, trying to kill this arrogant thing with a two-pronged approach.

After Thor rushed back, his cooperation with Jormungandr didn't seem to be too good; several times, when Thor rushed up, he was either hit by the mammoth or scraped by Jormungandr's snake body, indirectly swatting the poor Thor away.

In any case, this exaggerated battle of behemoths caused a terrible earthquake in half of the northern plains of Midgard, shaking the giants who were slightly closer until they stumbled.

The range of their battle was also extremely large; even giants would suffer multiple fractures throughout their bodies if they were slightly grazed.

Some unlucky ghosts were stepped on by the mammoth and instantly went from three-dimensional to flat.

In this epic battle, Tang Si saw a large number of enemies die, and also many familiar faces stopped breathing forever.

Angrboða, Macksen, Pengti, Karlz... these Aesir gods or giants were obscure and unknown, but they were regulars at the Palace of Joy in the past thirty years.

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Even if Tang Si had been a god for a long time and his mentality had become indifferent, and knowing that most of them would die in Ragnarok, Tang Si wouldn't have made deep friendships with them.

But when these lively guys turned into corpses one by one, there was still no lack of emotion in his heart.

At this moment, on another small battlefield, Tyr, perhaps destined to be at odds with his right arm, after enduring a venomous spray from the poisonous dragon Nidhogg with his right arm, Tyr finally swung his sword and cut off the poisonous dragon's head.

Niflheim Sword's sword soul is in place!

At this point, the sword souls of the eight divine swords were complete.

Tang Si withdrew his gaze and looked towards Odin, who was still repeatedly defeated and launching attacks on him.

It wasn't that Odin didn't want to break the deadlock in a better way, but Odin, who was hated by the world's will after being corrupted by chaos, had lost too many attack methods.

Tang Si stroked the Gungnir, the Spear of Eternity, which was still a bit unwilling: "Is it a pity? Divine Spear! If your master was still on the side of order, you wouldn't have been so easily captured by me, right?"

The Divine Spear shook violently, seemingly in protest, and seemingly helplessly acknowledging Tang Si's statement.

Unlike the Nine Realms Swords, which are mainly made of metal, Gungnir's main body is a branch of the World Tree. Through Odin's constant nourishment with the blood of giants, this spear has long since given birth to intelligence like a human infant.

What a pity!

Tang Si calmly stared at Odin: "Odin, do you know that I originally didn't plan to gather the sword souls for the Nine Realms Swords. But I didn't expect that today, driven by fate, I would have the opportunity to complete this feat."

The Nine Realms Swords correspond to nine sword souls.

Now the eight divine swords have sword souls.

So, who is the sword soul of the last Asgard Sword?

It's so hard to guess...