Chapter 191

| 3rd POV |

Odin looks at the people in front of him, a deep frown etched on his face. As much as he doesn't want to believe them, his eyes tell him they are telling the truth.

There's a reason why he is called Odin the Wise—his right eye can see the truth, a sight that only a handful of beings possess. With it, he can discern even if a god is lying to him. Even Loki struggles to deceive him.

And yet, these people are telling the truth.

And that bothers him—a lot.

"A Titan leading other Titans to attack another pantheon… What has the world come to?"

"Don't forget," Susanoo adds with a grin, "they'll have gods and other races on their side as well."

Odin rolls his eyes at the Shinto god's amusement.

"Oh, how could I possibly forget?"

He speaks with heavy sarcasm.

"Titans, rogue gods, and who knows what else are attacking us. How delightful."

"What? You're the God of War, Odin! This is your time to shine!"

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Odin says, stretching his shoulders. "I am eager for battle. Every part of my being craves war. However, if what you're saying is true, this isn't just any war—this is Ragnarok."

He exhales, his voice growing heavy.

"I am not afraid of death. But if other pantheons get involved, my concern isn't just for myself—it's for my legacy. If we fall here, the Norse Pantheon may be wiped from existence. Forgotten."

Odin can accept his own end. But his people—his pantheon—must survive. He knows some Asgardians will endure Ragnarok, and he wants them to carry on his legacy.

But with so many other factions involved, this version of Ragnarok could be far worse than the prophecy foretold.

Susanoo nods. "I understand your concern, which is why we will lend you a hand. We'll make sure your pantheon survives this war."

Odin studies him for a moment, then nods.

"What can you tell me about this enemy force? I assume Loki is among them. I haven't seen him since he escaped from his prison."

Amaterasu steps forward.

"They call themselves Khaos Brigade. Are you familiar with them?"

"I've heard whispers," Odin replies. "From Azazel, leader of the Crow Brigade."

"Then you must know their leader."

"Ophis," Odin mutters. "The Infinite Dragon. What is that old dragon up to?"

"At the moment?" Amaterasu sighs. "She's taken the form of a young girl and is gathering an army to fight Great Red."

Odin's brows furrow. "What kind of army are we talking about?"

"A large one," Susanoo says. "We know for certain that the Old Satan Faction is working with them. Leading them is Rizevim Livan Lucifer—the son of the original Lucifer."

Odin scoffs.

"Ah, that one. A broken man who only seeks chaos. I wouldn't want him anywhere near Yggdrasil."

Memories of Rizevim's past actions flash through Odin's mind.

The mad devil had once freed Fenrir and watched with glee as the Wolf of the End ravaged Asgard. That single event severely damaged relations between Asgard and the Devils.

In hindsight, Odin realizes that was Rizevim's plan all along—to drive a wedge between their races.

If not for the relentless efforts of Serafall and Sirzechs, the two factions would already be at war.

"And they are bringing Pandora's Box to Yggdrasil."

"They intend to open Pandora's Box and corrupt Yggdrasil," Odin mutters, shaking his head. "Even Surtr wouldn't dare do something that reckless. That giant lump of fire and stone wants to destroy Asgard, yes, but he would never risk destroying the Nine Realms themselves."

Yggdrasil is the foundation of the Nine Realms—ancient pocket dimensions that house the entire Norse Pantheon.

If Yggdrasil is corrupted, the consequences will be catastrophic.

The first and immediate effect would be the birth of countless monsters.

There's a reason why Yggdrasil is called the Tree of Life—it nourishes all life in the Nine Realms. If that life-giving force becomes tainted, it will spawn creatures beyond imagination.

Millions of monsters would appear on the first day alone, and their numbers would only grow exponentially. Some would even rival Ultimate-Class beings—or worse, Low-Divine entities.

Odin turns his gaze toward Zeus and Hades.

"You two should know best which Titans will be coming."

Hades nods. "We know that all prisoners in Tartarus will be freed. That means at least two hundred Cyclopes and the Queen of the Scythian Dracaena."

Odin scowls.

"Then we must assume the entire Scythian Dracaena clan will rally to her side."

"Most likely, yes," Hades confirms.

Odin exhales in frustration. The Scythian Dracaena aren't the strongest race, but they are infuriating to fight.

They specialize in spear combat and long-range weaponry—but that isn't the problem.

The problem is their poison.

Their weapons are coated in a toxin that isn't fatal, but it is excruciatingly painful. Even lower-ranking gods have been known to pass out from agony after a single hit.

"Damn it," Odin mutters.

"And that's not all," Hades continues. "Kronos has taken control of two hundred packs of Hellhounds from my realm."

Odin grimaces. "Wonderful. An army of Cyclopes, an army of snake warriors, and now an army of underworld beasts."

"We also know several rogue gods have joined Kronos—Nemesis, Eris, Moros, and Apate are the Gods we know will side with Kronos because they do not answer my brother's ultimatum.."

"Anything else?"

Hades nods. "We can confirm that Oceanus and Hyperion are on his side as well."

Odin's frown deepens.

"I thought you had crippled them during the last war?"

"We hurt them badly, however," Zeus interjects. "We didn't kill them. They managed to escape."

"Of course they did," Odin mutters. "Fine. Who's fighting on our side?"

Tsukuyomi steps forward.

"The Shinto Pantheon will join this war. The three of us will lead the charge, followed by the other gods. The Youkai will also join us, along with several human factions that specialize in search and rescue. There are also factions that specialize in healing."

"Other than the healing faction, are they of any use? In the fight, I mean." Odin asks.

Tsukuyomi smirks. "You might be surprised. Yasaka and her warriors are formidable, and there are a few human groups capable of fighting gods on equal footing."

Odin raises an eyebrow. "Oh? I'll want to hear about that later. But for now—what about you, Skelly? Sparky?"

Zeus grunts in annoyance.

"Don't call me that, you one-eyed freak. All twelve Olympians will fight. The Titans are our problem, and we will deal with them."

"This wouldn't be happening if you had killed them properly, Zeus."

"Don't tell me how to rule my pantheon, Odin," Zeus growls. "I don't tell you to kill your son Loki, so don't tell me what to do with my parents."

Odin raises his hands in mock surrender.

"Fair enough. That should be enough for now. We can talk more when the force gathers together. For now, we need to prepare the battlefield."

He taps his disguised spear against the ground. A rainbow portal swirls to life beside him.

"Come. I'll take you to Yggdrasil."