Chapter 1 A Start

The location of Hao Ren’s group was a wide, straight corridor in a side hall of the Golden Palace. The corridor was open and unobstructed, with no place to hide or ambush in sight. Therefore, Hao Ren simply stood in the center of the corridor with his weapon, waiting without dodging. Although he didn't know who was coming, nor was he sure if the other party was hostile, he still felt no unease: he led the best fighters on Earth (except for the Nangong siblings), and was accompanied by two experienced veteran inspectors. With such a team configuration, he was not afraid of any creatures in Asgard.

Unless that eldest son suddenly awoke.

Beside Hao Ren, Anthony and Galazur also prepared themselves. The old mage summoned a dozen arcane orbs crackling with electricity, which revolved around him. The sparks between the orbs constantly intertwined to form various strange geometric figures. Galazur simply stood with her hands open, but her eyes were already golden-red, and a faint dragon aura permeated in all directions.

Behind Hao Ren, his teammates also entered their respective states, those who should attack did, and those who should cower did, cooperating without panic.

The movement coming from the depths of the corridor became clearer and clearer. The sound of metal armor plates rubbing against each other was mixed with more than one heavy footstep, sounding like a whole team of fully armed heavy-armored knights was approaching. Hao Ren tightened his grip on the Godslayer Sword—this was the first time he had held this thing in his hand as a weapon, and he wanted to test its power—while whispering, "Don't attack rashly later. If they're Vivian's acquaintances, we can communicate."

Vivian smiled wryly, "Being trapped in this place for two thousand years, I'm not sure if we can still communicate with them."

Just as Vivian finished speaking, a tall figure finally emerged from the shadows of the corridor, followed by a second, a third... more than a dozen soldiers in heavy armor appeared before them.

Hao Ren's first thought was: I didn't expect that Asgard not only had survivors, but we could meet so many at once!

Those who came out of the shadows should be the former guards of Yggdrasil. These guards, nearly two meters tall, wore fully enclosed brass-colored armor, and even their faces were completely covered by thick helmets, making them look like airtight moving tin cans. Without exception, these armors were scarred. The once-bright alloy armor was now full of ravines, the runes on the armor plates were dim, and the decorative patterns were also fragmented by hacking and slashing. Every trace was undoubtedly a mark left by the Twilight of the Gods.

These soldiers in ragged and old armor came out of the corridor in an orderly formation, as dutiful as if they were still patrolling in the glorious era of Yggdrasil. When they saw the uninvited guests, they were visibly stunned.

"Relax! We're not invaders!" Lily immediately raised her hand and greeted, "We're here to investigate!"

The heavy-armored guard standing at the front turned his head to Lily, and a strange metallic friction sound came from behind the thick mask. Then, he raised the alloy greatsword in his hand, and his whole body suddenly burst into dazzling electric light. He charged over like a cannonball!

The other dozen heavy-armored soldiers followed closely behind. In a series of metal friction and lightning explosions, all the guards suddenly launched an attack without a word!

The guards attacked without warning and without any intention of communication. They didn't even say a word, and after their leader launched the charge, they just attacked directly. Hao Ren was still planning how to introduce himself, but the next second, he saw a thunderous greatsword like a door panel smashing down on his head. He immediately got anxious: "What the heck! Why are you attacking before letting me finish speaking!"

However, the heavy-armored soldiers didn't respond at all. Instead, several soldiers were attracted by Hao Ren's shouting and launched a joint attack with their greatswords. The alloy greatswords in the hands of these Asgardian warriors were crackling with electricity. The blades, heated to a plasma state, drew distorted cuts in the air, whistling like a storm. These soldiers were obviously incredibly strong: such heavy weapons were as light as feathers in their hands, and they could swing them without the slightest delay!

Since the other party was already attacking, it was definitely not the time to continue reasoning. Hao Ren and his group could only meet the attack in a bewildered state. Immediately, the scene was filled with clanging sounds as weapons collided and magic exploded, echoing throughout the corridor. Lily had attracted the attention of the leader of the soldiers because she had spoken first, and she was now being chased and hacked by the other party wielding a greatsword. The dog was completely flustered: "Are you going to reason or not! Are you going to reason or not! I was just saying hello, woof!"

After being chased and hacked for a while, Lily finally managed to create a little safe distance. She jumped behind the guard and pounced on him like a vicious dog with her ice and fire claws: "Take my Friendship Facial Breaker!"

Lily was fighting fiercely, and the others were, of course, not to be outdone. In fact, apart from Nangong Wuyue, who was cowering in a ball and constantly spitting bubbles, and Nangong Sanba, who was only handsome when running for his life, almost everyone on the scene was more impressive than Lily's reckless swordplay (but the power of Lily's reckless swordplay was indeed quite good).

Hao Ren wielded the plasma spear, which turned into a silver-white storm. His combat skills, honed through years of practical training, practicing with Lily, Vivian, and Izhaks, were all brought into play at this moment. On the surface, it looked like he was fighting heartily, but he had to endure a constant, endless, noisy voice in his mental world. The voice came from the Godslayer Sword in his hand, that talking, silly thing!

"Actually, I don't like fighting. You see, destruction is much easier than creation. These warriors don't know how long it took to train them, at a great cost, with great effort, and then you stab them with me, and it's over, all gone..."

"It would be great if it could be resolved peacefully. Although these people are a bit wrong, you can just cut their knees, or use the hilt of the sword to knock them unconscious, and then maybe you can have a good talk..."

"Oh, I know it's difficult to hold back in this situation, but you can try it."

"Hey hey! Watch out behind you! There's a guy... oh, he was knocked down by that dog. That dog is really fierce, scratching and biting... oh yeah, it should be called Lily. Sorry, I'm not very familiar with your concept of 'names'. Isn't the purpose of a name just to identify the target? Look at me, you can call me Godslayer Sword, or you can call me Stabbing Hermit..."

"Hey, why aren't you talking? You're usually so talkative."

"You've been hacking for a long time, aren't you tired? Why don't you put me away first? I think I'm a little tired."

"How about I sing you a song? Patian taught me..."

"Are you hungry?"

Hao Ren finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Are you ever going to shut up, you bastard!"

"I don't have a bastard."

Hao Ren felt for the first time that it was impossible to communicate with this straight-talking sword, so he could only vent his anger on the enemies in front of him. He wielded his spear and sword, his attacks as swift as the wind, and finally forced an Asgardian warrior into a dead corner, then slashed down with his sword!

This was the first time he had used "slashing" as a way to attack since the battle began. He had previously stabbed transparent holes in more than one enemy with the plasma spear, but these strange warriors could always get up and continue fighting as if nothing had happened. The more Hao Ren fought, the more suspicious he became. He now had to cut off the head of an enemy to verify some of his guesses.

The Godslayer Sword had lost its special power to kill gods in this world, but its sharpness was still unmatched. The black blade passed through the neck of the Asgardian soldier as if it were nothing. In the Godslayer Sword's noisy voice, a helmet rolled to the ground.

The armor underneath was empty.