Chapter 213 Return

Wooden blocks formed around Ragnar's arms, as Thor's hammer met his face. Then a spear made of light pierced his torso. With no regards for their attacks, Ragnar turned his neck hundred-eighty degrees to stare at Vàli. His bleak black eyes, swirling with a deep hatred that disturbed the celestial of light.

Vàli jumped back and created an ax of light. His observed Ragnar's every action with precaution, feeling a sense of dread from his hateful stare.

Ragnar destroyed the wooden blocks holding him in place and spun around with his sword. He managed to scratch Thor, who failed to evade the attack fully.

With his restrains gone Ragnar once more committed to hurt Vàli. His sword quickly found its way to Vàli's face, but was stopped by Thor's hammer, just as Ragnar was about to cut him again. The two's collision allowed Vàli to retreat and start supporting from the back, just like Sif.

"Don't get in my way!" Ragnar said, still angered by the mere presence of a successor of light.

Thor spared him no thought and continued launching attacks at Ragnar. Their attack collided one after another, as they fought for supremacy. Each exchange was followed by the two supporters. They sent their own little attacks, trying to slow down Ragnar, so that Thor would have the upper hand next attack.

Minutes turned to hours and hours to days, until finally Ragnar had calmed down and realized what he was doing. He wasn't to fight and kill them yet, it wasn't his job.

But now he was stuck fighting several individuals hellbent on killing him. So with no choice he kept fighting, hoping that someone would come to help him sooner or later. But after fighting for a full month he realized that might not be the case, so instead he decided to call for the help.

The second he asked for someone to help him, Ratri showed up, her lips curling into a smile seeing Ragnar struggle. "Is the almighty Ragnar struggling with three celestials?" she asked jokingly, trying to nudge at Ragnar's pride.

In response Ragnar scuffed and said, "Just help me get these things of me!"

Ratri laughed even more and grabbed Ragnar by his hair. The moment of impact made both of them turn into complete darkness, that was replaced by the light of Vàli's attack. "Damnit!" he exclaimed loudly in rage, as they lost Ragnar, the man they wanted to kill.

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"You killed Heimdall." Ratri said, as they were floating towards camp. Around them celestials and titans parted, not wanting to disturb them.

"Yeah, the save point is already up, they can now die, that simple. But we still need to wait a year, so that we can be sure it works! Heimdall's death was a risk I was willing to take in the midst of the moment!" Ragnar said as they walked together. He had long since been searching for a plan to strike back at the All Knowing and this was it.

"In other words, don't murder any more of them for the moment?" Ratri asked, as they took a turn to the left, entering a large building filled with noise.

"Yes, no killing unless necessary." Ragnar confirmed, as they walked up the stairs made out of shining wood. Around them soldiers fought and laughed. This was a resting place and a meeting room.

"Welcome, welcome!" a sly voice said, as Ragnar and Ratri entered. He had black hair and a full on black cloak over him. He had a red, old style shirt and brown pants. His eyes were green, hinting at certain cunningness.

"Loki, it's been a while!" Ragnar answered, as he made his way to a chair extended for him. As he sat down, Ratri took seat next to him and zoned out, not caring for the conversation to be had.

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"I heard you killed Heindall." Loki said, after a lengthy conversation on what had happened so far. The question got everyone's interest, even Surtr, who had shrunken in size to fit inside the meeting room.

"I have indeed dealt a final blow to Heimdall, even if it pains me to say so." Ragnar admitted and rested upon the back of his chair.

"This is great news, that means Loki can help us kill others and doesn't have to solely focus on Heimdall!" Surtr exclaimed happily, smacking his magma-like fist on the table several times, making it crack.

Ragnar sighed and turned back time on the table, restoring it to its former form, then continued the conversation.

"The Æsir are regrouping as we speak, preparing for an all out assault on Svartalfheim to reclaim their dwarves. We can not allow that, which means were calling back our forces. We've infiltrated enough for now, let's focus on what's important for now!" Ragnar said, telling them his plans.

"That sounds good, although I can't say I'm happy about giving up on our progress. We're about to completely break through the walls of Midgard and conquer their realm, bringing all the mortals under us!" a small snake said, that had curled itself around the table, resting on the diamond-like floor, glistering on its scales.

"Don't threat, we can retake what we lose later, for now keeping what little we have is most important Jörmungandr." Ragnar ensured, as he changed position, facing forward with his hands connected.

"What do you all say, is this our plan for the future?" he asked, wanting their approval.

"Sure thing!" Surtr confirmed in the giants stead. Confirming that the plan was to be seen through.

"Good, then let us announce the new strategy to our soldiers!" Ragnar proclaimed and left the room, leaving everyone to their own thing.

He entered his realm and meditated, calming his nerves. He's still to emotional from time to time, and some times even emotionless. It's a very annoying combo, especially when one tries to think and act straight.

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All over the realms the forces of the rebels and Ragthor retreated, slowly leaving the advancement they've made behind. Behind them Norse mythology pursued, attacking all the stranglers and killing them. No all out engagement occurred though, as Norse mythology didn't get the chance to strike.

"This is crazy, why are we retreating?" one of the celestial in Ragthor complained, as he made his way back.

"Yes, it makes no sense to retreat right now. We have momentum and it won't slow down, we're already winning!"another said.

"Shut up, don't forget that we learned everything we know from the trials he created. Listen, if we're retreating, he wants our forces more gathered, perhaps this has something to do with the lack of activity from Norse Mythology!" their friend said, shutting them up. Unlike them, it always held firm faith in the actions of the supreme leader.

They felt one of their kind die, again, as they straggled behind. At some point they also got left behind and started fighting the enemy. Of course they kept running, while sending counter attacks their way, hoping to get away alive and group up again.

From the beginning they had been at the frontline and seen many of their friends die. They had held firm and conquered wall after wall, fortress after fortress, then they were told to abandon it. Sure, it felt like a personal blow, but in the end, they cared not for that. But they had one tiny problem. They had to travel all the way back to the backline, while getting almost no support, as of yet.

"Why is it always us, can't we catch a break?" one of them complain, while blocking several barrages from behind. With them, millions of allied titans and celestials fired their attacks at the enemy.

Many fell along the way, but eventually they made it to another wall they had conquered. The line up was simple, the wall would hold the enemy for half an hour, then they would also start retreating and repeat.

"Just a bit more till we make it to the spheres!" a celestial exclaimed, happy to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Many shared his thoughts, but no one voiced them out loud. They had no time for relief, it wasn't their job to be happy.

"Get ready, set, go!" one of the guards at the wall yelled, as projectiles fell upon he enemy and omni trillions of ships came forth from each sector. They shot down the enemy and landed at the edge, letting people board them and later get transported over the walls.

Thousands of attacks hit each ship every millisecond, as they quickly worked on getting up. These weren't titan ships, instead made by thousands of peak technology celestials and titans. This way they could sustain way more damage from the enemy before they fell.

Thanks to the enemy rushing without bringing any kind of heavy artillery they easily escaped their grasps and the runners could finally breath out.

The enemy army clashed with the wall, but failed to break it, as it was almost indestructible. Only sixth dimensional beings could take out the walls easily, the others will have to spend years to break it. But with their numbers it would take thirty-one minutes. The perfect amount of time, giving the retreating fifth dimensional beings time to run.

For thirty minutes they held out fighting against an endless tide of angry nords, who wanted nothing but to rip their heads of and feed them to the pigs.

"Bastards" "How dare you kill Heimdall" they screamed. They left no room to rest, each that died was consumed and casted aside, some even used as material to damage the wall further.

Finally, their time came. Without wasting a second they ran, not looking back. Using their capabilities to their max, they flew, swam or walked, some even morphing to the other side.

Then, the wall fell, and like a swarm of flies, Norse Mythology's forces arrived. Just like the enemy they traveled at amazing speed, catching up to the enemies. Sadly not all of them were fast and those rushing ahead faced a whole army alone, quickly becoming puddles of organs left behind.

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Days passed, until they finally reached the last wall, unlike all before, this wall was already being destroyed by Ragthor, so that Norse Mythology won't have anywhere to hide in a confrontation.

Each ally passed and ran to the last backline, while Ragthor was preparing a great attack at the enemy to slow them down, while retreating slowly, until they reach the final wall. This wall has been personally prepared by Hephaestus and Loki, both amazing at their craft. It would hold infinitely against fifth dimensional and no sixth dimensional would be allowed to approach and break the wall, they had the number advantages after all.

Eventually things went according to plan and they retreated to the last wall. Well calling it a wall would be wrong. It was a death machine. Almost an infinite amount of round worlds, way larger than omni omni quadrillions of universes. They orbited around one another, as reality warped around them, creating realms that harbored destruction in its purest form. There was no way past the wall without permission and there was no way to damage it without dying.

Simply put it, best defense is offense, and this was that at the extreme levels. The first enemy to face the wall was obliterated right before everyone's comprehension. Then many followed, until they finally realized their efforts were useless.

Instead they started launching attacks at the wall, but they were reflected back to them, blowing them to pieces. None survived attacking the wall, for one simple reason. The attack would be amplified to the point of certain kill. One of the walls many enchantments.

(An: sorry for no chapter last week, thing are still hectic, but soon summer vacation will arrive and things will be good again. Have a great end of the week, or beginning of the new week, author out :) )