Chapter 847

【 REVEALING HER IDENTITY, HELA’S ASCENSION 】

At that moment, a golden triumphal gate suddenly appeared, and majestic, boundless divine power slowly spread throughout the surroundings.

Upon seeing the spatial gate, the Goddess of Misfortune, Tika, and the Reaper, Prios, both brightened with joy.

By now, there was no one in the entire universe who did not know what the Gate of Reversal represented, as its owner, the Goddess of Life, Evé, had made it famous by employing this artifact in numerous wars and using it to hunt down countless Abyssal Myths.

With an ally arriving, the followers and heroic spirit army on the side of the Goddess of Death were greatly invigorated, while on the other side, the expression of the Lord of Darkness and Shadows, Hodur, became increasingly grim.

Seeing that the spatial artifact was still not fully connected, Hodur let out a cold snort.

Divine power surged from his body like a tidal wave, its overwhelming darkness blotting out the sky and casting the surrounding battlefield into shadow. The terrifying force rapidly gathered and condensed, before eventually transforming into a gigantic black hand that slammed toward the still-stabilizing Gate, in an attempt to sever its connection.

However, just as that terrifying force was about to strike the Spatial Gate, several Divine Envoys of Hela let out furious roars and leaped into the air without the slightest hesitation. Knowing full well that they could not withstand the overwhelming divine power head-on, they nevertheless threw themselves in front of the Gate of Reversal, using their own bodies to protect the precious passage and ensure that their Goddess’s ally could descend safely.

“Madmen!”

Hodur cursed, his expression twisting with anger and disbelief.

But soon, his expression changed completely.

Taking advantage of the brief interval created by Hela’s Divine Envoys sacrificing themselves to protect the Gate of Reversal, the spatial connection had already stabilized and opened completely.

Brilliant holy light suddenly blossomed within the gate, illuminating the surrounding darkness. At the same time, ethereal hymns slowly resounded across the battlefield, their distant and solemn melodies carrying an indescribable sense of majesty.

At this moment, every existence present could clearly sense a majestic and powerful aura slowly descending through the gate.

The pressure was not particularly violent, yet it carried an innate sense of authority that made even the Mythical Beings instinctively tense.

Then, as the dazzling radiance gradually faded, a familiar figure finally emerged from within the golden gate.

Evé had arrived on the battlefield of the Divine Kingdoms.

Her silver hair fluttered gently amid the lingering divine light, while her calm and majestic gaze swept across the battlefield below. Beside her stood the Demon Wolf Fenrir, baring his sharp fangs as ghostly blue flames burned fiercely across his massive body.

Upon seeing Evé’s figure, Hodur’s expression almost twisted beyond recognition. The calmness he had maintained until now vanished, replaced by a mixture of shock, disbelief, and barely restrained fury.

He practically gritted his teeth as he stared at the familiar figure before him.

“Goddess of Life… No, World Tree, Yggdrasill!”

Hearing the words of the Lord of Darkness and Shadows, the Mythical Beings present were all stunned.

—The World Tree?!

The name alone carried immense weight. Even after a thousand years, it remained an existence that no Mythical Being could treat lightly.

They could not help but look toward Evé, hoping to find some indication that Hodur had been mistaken. However, all they saw was a calm, noble and composed expression on her face, which overlapped with a certain figure preserved within their memories.

For a moment, the entire battlefield seemed to fall completely silent.

Even the chaotic sounds of battle appeared distant, as countless gazes converged upon Evé.

Yet Evé, who had suddenly become the focus of everyone’s attention, remained completely composed. There was neither an attempt to conceal her identity nor any intention of explaining herself.

Instead, thick, ancient-looking roots emerged from the Gate of Reversal alongside her appearance, continuously spreading behind her, while branches and vines rapidly grew outward.

The roots then pierced through the surrounding space, while the branches and vines intertwined with one another, their tremendous vitality causing the surrounding nature divine power to surge.

They continued to extend and intertwine until they finally transformed into a gigantic green barrier, in which completely enveloped and protect the Mountain of Death deep within the Netherworld.

Evé could clearly sense Hela’s presence within it.

The Goddess of Death was still immersed in her deep slumber, but her ascension had already reached its most critical moment. At this point, even the slightest disturbance could potentially affect the overall process.

That was precisely why Evé had personally descended.

Seeing those unmistakable roots and branches, the expressions of the Mythical Beings in the vicinity changed completely.

If there had still been even a trace of doubt or uncertainty before, then there was no longer any need to prove the Goddess of Life’s true identity.

The World Tree!

She really was the World Tree!

Such magnificent ancient roots, such boundless nature divine power, such vigorous vitality of life!

Only the World Tree could possess them!

It turns out, the Goddess of Life, Evé, was none other than the All-Divine Mother who had fallen a thousand years ago, the World Tree, Yggdrasill!

At this moment, with the exception of the Lord of Darkness and Shadows, every existence who recognized Evé’s identity, including the God of Eternal Sleep and the Lady of Silence, cast reverent gazes toward her.

The Master of the Silver Era, the rebuilder of civilization, the enemy of Evil Gods and corruption, the Divine Mother and mentor of the gods of faith…

These were all titles that had once resounded throughout the World of Seigués, each one representing an extraordinary achievement.

Even after falling for a thousand years, the World Tree’s reputation remained illustrious!

Bathed in gazes filled with surprise, reverence, fear, complexity, and wariness, Evé’s silver hair fluttered in the wind as divine power surged around her.

Her gaze swept across the devastated battlefield before finally settling upon the grim-faced Hodur.

For a god whose temperament had always been stoic to reveal such an expression was already enough to show the shock and loss of composure in his heart.

At this moment, Evé smiled.

“So Hodur, we meet again.”

Hodur’s expression became even darker.

Meeting Evé’s somewhat teasing gaze, his eyes flickered for a moment. Yet instead of responding with anger, he suddenly smiled, his expression becoming strangely composed.

“Evé, no, Your Excellency Yggdrasill, this is a confrontation between the True Gods of the Netherworld. As a True God of the Prime Material World, aren’t you interfering a little too much?”

“I don’t know what conditions Hela promised you, but I can swear before the Pantheon that if I become the Master of the Netherworld, not only will I fulfill every oath Hela made with you, but I shall also hand over all the regions of faith and believers in the World of Seigués to the Church of Life… Not only the Church of Darkness, but the Church of Death as well!”

“Heh, you should attach great importance to your control over the World of Seigués by now, shouldn’t you? The Church of Darkness is the largest church in the underground region. With the territory of the Church of Darkness, together with Hela’s current domain of faith, you would essentially control the entire underground!”

“Furthermore, I am even willing to sign a Divine Oath with you. Thus, in any future conflict between you and your enemies, I will stand firmly behind you!”

“What do you say? Are you willing to make this deal with me?”

After speaking, the Lord of Darkness and Shadows, Hodur, looked sincerely toward Evé.

“Your Majesty Evé!”

The Goddess of Misfortune, Tika, and the Reaper, Prios, both changed expressions and anxiously looked toward Evé.

However, Evé merely chuckled.

She looked toward Hodur, her smile gradually fading as her gaze became cold and indifferent.

“Ah, that reminds me. I still haven’t thanked you for colluding with Leviathan and inadvertently giving me the opportunity to advance after his scheme…”

There was a faint hint of amusement in Evé’s voice, but the coldness in her eyes was unmistakable.

Upon hearing this, Hodur’s expression changed slightly.

For a brief moment, his eyes flickered with a mixture of surprise and unease. Clearly, he had not expected Evé to bring up the matter at this moment, much less use it as a reason to reject his offer.

Evé sneered and continued:

“Hodur, you colluded with a Demon Lord and incited war. You have already crossed the bottom line of the True Gods!”

Her voice was calm, but every word carried an unmistakable sense of authority.

“Besides, Her Majesty Hela’s ascension is already unstoppable. So even if you seized control of the Netherworld while she was slumbering, it would only be a final struggle before your death.”

Evé paused for a moment, her gaze becoming even colder.

“Hence, you have no other choice—Surrender. Hand over your Divine Authority and Divinities. Perhaps there will still be a path to survival for you afterward…”

The expression of the Lord of Darkness and Shadows froze completely. In the next moment, his expression became ferocious. He roared almost hysterically:

“No! I am the rightful heir to the Netherworld! I am the true God of Death! Don’t even think about it! None of you will take the authority of the Netherworld from me!”

As he spoke, divine power surged violently from his body, causing the entire surroundings to tremble. The ground shook beneath the overwhelming pressure, while across the battlefield, all the shadow armies and undead legions erupted with ghostly radiance, their auras instantly surging!

At this moment, Hodur fully unleashed the darkness divine power he had accumulated over an unknown number of years, choosing to stake everything on a desperate final gamble!

The terrifying undead legion regained its strength and charged toward the Mountain, forming a stark contrast with the heavily depleted army of the Goddess of Death on the other side.

With Hela still asleep, the army loyal to her had already suffered a tremendous decline in strength after control of the Netherworld was seized. The fact that they had managed to hold out until now was already a miracle.

However, Evé merely chuckled and casually waved her hand.

In the next moment, golden ripples appeared behind her one after another. They spread outward like waves across the void, rapidly covering the entire Divine Kingdom of Death. Looking around, there were tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands…

Then, accompanied by excited battle cries and strange shouts, one fully armed elf after another emerged from the golden ripples, their bodies bathing in brilliant holy light.

They were the Elven Chosen Ones.

More precisely, they were the players who had accepted Evé’s quests and been uniformly granted her divine favor!

Their morale was soaring, and their expressions were ferocious. In that moment, each of them pretty much resembled demons descending upon the world, or calamities sent to destroy it. The instant they appeared on the battlefield, they quickly surged toward the undead army like an unstoppable flood.

The sudden appearance of such a massive force left even the heroic spirit warriors of Death staring in sheer disbelief. Just moments ago, they had been struggling desperately against an overwhelming enemy, yet reinforcements had now descended in numbers that far exceeded their expectations.

A fierce battle erupted instantly.

Hodur’s previously imposing undead legion was immediately stopped in its tracks. The surging tide of players crashed into their ranks, disrupting their formation and forcing them into a chaotic struggle.

Realizing what’s happening, the expression of the Lord of Darkness and Shadows became even uglier.

His cold gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield, taking in the countless players who had suddenly appeared, before returning to Evé once more.

Then, with a furious roar, his divine power erupted completely. The overwhelming darkness condensed around his body, transforming him into a gigantic black figure that radiated terrifying divine might.

Without any further hesitation, he charged toward Evé!

The battle between True Gods had begun.

The Domain of Darkness and Shadows unfolded, its boundless darkness colliding violently with Evé’s Domain of Life and Nature. Two completely different divine powers clashed in the void, causing the surrounding space to distort and tremble.

The figures of the two True Gods disappeared amid the radiance as they clashed. Their forms became indistinct, with only dazzling flashes of light and terrifying waves of energy continuously emerging from the battlefield, filling everyone who witnessed them with fear and awe.

Hodur was at the peak of Intermediate Divine Power, while Evé’s True God incarnation possessed strength approaching that of a Higher Divine Power.

One side had the power of the Netherworld supporting it, while the other wielded several powerful Divine Artifacts.

For a time, the two Mythical Beings fought to a standstill, neither gaining an obvious advantage.

On the other side, with the addition of the Demon Wolf Fenrir, the Goddess of Misfortune, Tika, and the Reaper, Prios, also became entangled in battle with the God of Eternal Sleep, Xius, and the Lady of Silence, Ina.

Eventually, the battle within the Divine Kingdoms reached its peak!

Sensing Evé’s formidable power, Hodur no longer held anything back. He roared and decisively began burning through his divine power, causing his already terrifying aura to surge even further.

Evé, however, remained calm.

This was Hodur’s home ground. She could clearly sense that the power of the Withering Heart was being suppressed.

However, Evé did not need to defeat him and she only needed to stall him until Hela completed her ascension.

As long as Hela successfully broke through, the balance of the entire Netherworld would be completely overturned.

The Mythical Beings fought to the death, while the opposing undead armies clashed in a chaotic battle. Divine power and undead forces collided across the battlefield, with neither side willing to retreat.

No one knew how much time had passed when, suddenly, a faint tremor came from deep within the Mountain.

It seemed like a heartbeat.

Every Mythical Being currently engaged in battle suddenly paused.

Soon, another heartbeat resounded…

“Thump…”

This time, even the players and undead fighting on the battlefield heard it as they all instinctively stopped moving, their attention drawn toward the depths of the Netherworld.

“Thump…”

The heartbeat continued to resound, strong and powerful. Gradually, it formed a certain rhythm, each beat growing clearer and more profound.

And with every beat, the entire Netherworld trembled…

Realizing something, Hodur’s expression changed.

“Not good!”

Then, a deep radiance suddenly shot into the sky from the depths of the Netherworld!

Ethereal and solemn hymns slowly drifted through the air as a grand and majestic aura gradually rose. The pressure continued to spread, causing even the surrounding divine power to tremble.

Under Hodur’s suddenly constricted pupils, the entire Netherworld abruptly erupted with dark silver divine light.

A subtle yet boundless energy fluctuation slowly spread outward with the Netherworld at its center. It swept through the entire realm like an invisible tide, crossing countless regions and even reaching remote places far beyond the battlefield.

At this moment, every Mythical Being in the Seigués Universe sensed the change within the Netherworld as one Mythical Being after another turned their gazes toward the direction of the Netherworld. Their eyes were filled with confusion, surprise, wariness, and curiosity…

Almost instantly, the profound darkness divine power enveloping the outside of the Netherworld seemed to be suppressed by an even more powerful force and slowly receded.

At the same time, the deep and magnificent aura erupted completely from within it.

The entire Netherworld shook violently as an overwhelming pressure that seemed to shake the soul swept out from the depths of the realm, quickly spreading throughout the entire Netherworld.

Sensing that tremor originating from the depths of their souls, all the undead instinctively fell to their knees and bowed toward a certain direction deep within the Netherworld, as if welcoming their Sovereign…

In an instant, even the undead who had been loyal to Hodur completely switched sides.

The change happened so naturally that even the undead legion itself could not react in time. The undead who had once regarded Hodur as their master now turned toward the depths of the Netherworld, their eyes filled with instinctive reverence.

Murmured prayers began to echo throughout the Netherworld. The voices gathered, becoming increasingly numerous and increasingly resounding:

“Welcome… the True Heir of Death, Master of the Netherworld…!”

The heartbeat gradually faded, and the vast divine might swept across the realm.

At this moment, every existence within the Netherworld sensed a powerful and familiar divine consciousness sweep across their bodies.

Amid the ethereal Hymns of the Dead, radiance gathered. A beautiful figure dressed in black robes and holding a scythe slowly descended from the deep light, her long hair fluttering behind her.

It was none other than the Goddess of Death, Hela!

Divine power surged around her body. Three silver markings had appeared on each side of her face, the symbol of the Supreme Master of the Netherworld.

Her aura was vastly different from before. It was no longer merely the majesty of a powerful True God, but the overwhelming authority of an existence who had become one with the entire Netherworld.

After her descent, not only the undead, but nearly every creature in the Netherworld prostrated themselves upon the ground.

At the same time, the God of Eternal Sleep, the Lady of Silence, and the Lord of Darkness and Shadows, Hodur himself, felt an overwhelming force pressing down upon them. Faced with such potent majestic aura, they could not help but feel an instinctive urge to bow in worship…

It was the natural submission and reverence of the True Gods of the Netherworld toward the Supreme Master of the Netherworld.

Feeling this terrifying power, Hodur’s expression changed almost instantly and the confidence and fury he had displayed moments ago vanished completely…

He knew that the moment Hela successfully completed her ascension, his control over the Netherworld had already been lost.

So without hesitation, he suppressed the fear in his heart.

Under Evé’s astonished gaze, he abandoned his battle with her and instead turned around, transforming into a streak of light as he fled beyond the Netherworld…

However, he did not escape very far.

At last, the Goddess of Death, Hela, finally opened her eyes.

Her deep crimson pupils seemed to contain a vast sea of stars as her cold and majestic gaze fell upon the Lord of Darkness and Shadows, Hodur.

She gently opened her mouth, and an ethereal yet solemn voice slowly rang out, like the judgment of the apocalypse:

“I, in my capacity as the True Master of the Netherworld, hereby pronounce judgment upon the traitor, the Lord of Darkness and Shadows, Hodur… Death!”

As she spoke, she gently raised the long Death Scythe in her hand and lightly swept it through the air…

A subtle energy fluctuation spread outward from the scythe, resembling a shallow crescent moon as it shot toward the fleeing Hodur.

Hodur’s expression changed drastically.

He attempted to accelerate his escape, desperately pouring divine power into his body. However, the seemingly ordinary fluctuation had already arrived before him.

Then, it gently swept across his body…

“—No!”

Hodur let out a desperate roar.

The next moment, his body trembled slightly. The terror in his pupils slowly faded, and his body suddenly collapsed.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor was there any dramatic scenes.

Instead, everyone in the vicinity, including all the Mythical Beings outside who had been monitoring the divine war in the Netherworld, swiftly fell into silence as the Lord of Darkness and Shadows, whose strength had reached the peak of Intermediate Divine Power, had simply fallen and disintegrated just like that…

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