Capítulo 158: Chapter 158: Crucial detail reveal!
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Taking on his mantle as the King of Asgard and the guardian of the realms, Odin spoke with a calm resolve, "It is my solemn duty to do so, as the protector of Asgard and its dominions. Unless you dragons call off this amassed horde, we will be left with no choice but to engage in war."
Vali's expression turned grim, and she shook her head in resignation. "Very well, then. We shall take our leave."
Curiosity brimming within him, Tyr directed his question to Vali, "Why would a devil like yourself align with a group of dragons?"
Hermes playfully nudged Tyr with his elbow and interjected, "I believe I know who she is... Tsukuyomi informed us that Ophis had acquired the wielder of Albion. Judging from what I can sense, she possesses a half-human lineage that would indeed match the description. She must be the White Dragon Empress."
"The White Dragon Empress? So, she wields the Heavenly Dragon Albion?" Tyr exclaimed, his astonishment evident.
Vali nodded in confirmation. "Yes, that is correct."
Another god, towering in stature with topaz-colored hair and an impressive beard, stepped forward, adorned in runic armor with a winged helm upon his head. A mighty hammer lay beside him, unmistakably identifying him as the legendary Thor. He inquired, "Do you have any orders for us, Allfather?"
Odin's gaze now fixed upon Vali, he replied with measured words, "I offer you a single opportunity to stand down and surrender peacefully. If you decline, we will have no alternative but to face you in battle. It brings me no joy to declare war upon you, but I cannot turn a blind eye to the threat you pose. What say you, dragons?"
"We are no longer willing to play nice or bend to the whims of other races! If you believe we will surrender, you are sorely mistaken, delusional old man!" Tiamat growled, her words laced with defiance.
Odin sighed wearily, his decision made. He glanced at the other gods and nodded briefly.
"In the name of the ALLFATHER! For the Nine Realms! For Asgard!" Tyr commanded the Einherjar and Valkyries assembled in the grand hall, rallying them for battle against the dragons.
Unfazed by the impending conflict, Vali swiftly activated her sacred gear, while Tiamat assumed her formidable humanoid dragon form, her back sprouting magnificent blue wings. Her eyes narrowed into slits of piercing blue, and crystalline scales encased her limbs, accompanied by the emergence of horns, fangs, and talons. Tiamat effortlessly repelled a wave of warriors, exhaling a deadly arc of ice breath that froze many in their tracks.
Flapping her wings forcefully, Tiamat unleashed devastating gusts of wind, sending the Valkyries reeling backward, as she prepared for another breath attack. Chaotic blue dragonfire erupted from her maw, engulfing a significant portion of the hall.
The combined magical prowess of the Valkyries managed to counter the onslaught, diligently working to neutralize the unruly flames as the warriors retreated from the dragons' might.
Freyr, stepping forward with unwavering determination, commanded, "Stand back, Einherjar and Valkyries... These creatures surpass your capabilities. We shall vanquish them."
Joining forces, Tyr, Vidar, and Freyr advanced toward Tiamat. Despite his missing hand, Tyr brandished a magnificent runic longsword in his left hand, while his other arm, covered by a golden shield of light, displayed divine protection. As the Norse God of War, he assumed the lead in the imminent clash.
Positioned at Tyr's side, the Silent God Vidar materialized a spear in one hand and a sword in the other. In contrast to his golden-haired brother, Vidar's hair bore a lighter hue akin to their father Odin, and his neatly trimmed beard added to his composed demeanor, mirroring Tyr's seriousness.
Freyr, the golden-maned Vanir God and son of Njord, readied his sword while his other hand emanated a radiant glow, poised to offer support from a slightly more distant vantage point. His presence solidified the formidable trio of Aesir gods.
As the three gods advanced towards Tiamat, Vali wasted no time activating her sacred gear's scale mail, her gaze unwavering as she locked eyes with the approaching Norse deities. However, a flicker of concern fluttered within her when she recognized her opponents: Thor, Sif, and Freya.
Thor, the renowned and immensely powerful God of Thunder, stood at the forefront. His might surpassed even that of Odin himself. With unwavering fearlessness, he swiftly charged at Vali, shattering her scale mail with a single strike and propelling her forcefully through the grand hall's doors and into the vast expanse of the Asgardian skies. Thor, accompanied by Sif and Freya, followed in hot pursuit.
Meanwhile, Tiamat found herself faring less favorably than expected against her adversaries. The Norse gods exhibited exceptional cooperation, effectively countering her every attack. Tyr expertly absorbed the brunt of the assault with his magical shield, preventing Tiamat from unleashing powerful breath attacks. Vidar, on the other hand, dealt significant damage by strategically flanking the dragon and launching precise strikes with his spear and sword. In this formidable formation, Freyr assumed the support role, utilizing his mastery of white magic to aid his companions.
Though Tiamat fought with relentless ferocity against Vidar and Tyr, the combined might of the two gods nearly overwhelmed her in close-quarters combat. In a desperate attempt, she charged one of her talons with a cacophony of elemental energy, unleashing a chaotic surge of magic that forcefully blasted all three gods backward.
Crackling with a kaleidoscope of elements and adorned with additional scales, Tiamat underwent a complete transformation, assuming her true draconic form—a majestic western blue dragon covered in iridescent crystalline armor.
With a resounding roar and a powerful wingbeat, Tiamat shook the halls of Valhalla, sending numerous Einherjar hurtling from their feet. Vidar planted his spear firmly, bracing against the tremendous force of the impact. Tyr, meanwhile, slid back considerably but found support in Freyr's magic, as the Vanir God conjured a massive protective barrier to shield against Tiamat's ensuing breath attack.
Seizing the opportunity presented by their temporarily stabilized positions, Tiamat burst through the damaged ceiling, ascending into the open sky. Engaging her in mid-air would place the gods at a disadvantage, yet they were undeterred, relentlessly pursuing her until they reached the rooftop of Valhalla.
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