Chapter 30 Ragnar Vs Bjorn

The morning sun burned dimly behind a veil of gray clouds, casting a cold light over the battlefield. Ragnar Bloodshade stood at the head of his barbarian horde, his massive frame radiating power as the black energy around him pulsed and crackled. His crimson eyes scanned the Viking lines with contempt. This time, he would not leave the fight to his underlings. This time, he would personally crush the Vikings.

The air was thick with tension as both sides prepared for the next clash. Bjorn stood at the center of his warriors, his massive axe resting against his shoulder. His green eyes burned with determination as he watched Ragnar step forward.

Ragnar raised his Warhammer high, the runes carved into it glowing a deep crimson. His voice boomed across the battlefield, guttural and commanding, as he began a dark chant. The barbarian warriors around him straightened, their eyes glowing faintly as the energy from Ragnar's chant spread through their ranks.

"By the blood we've spilled, by the lives we've taken, I call upon the strength of our sins! Let them fuel us! Let them make us gods!"

The barbarian horde roared in response, their bodies trembling as the energy surged through them. Those who had committed the greatest atrocities felt their strength magnify tenfold. Their muscles swelled, their eyes gleamed with bloodlust, and their weapons seemed to hum with malevolent power.

From his vantage point above, Gabriel frowned, his pale eyes narrowing. "He's feeding them with their sins," he murmured. His voice carried to the Vikings below. "Be warned—Ragnar's chant draws strength from their darkness. The more vile their deeds, the stronger they become."

Bjorn gripped his axe tightly. "Let them come," he growled. "Their sins won't protect them."

With Ragnar's chant complete, the barbarian horde surged forward, their war cries blending into a deafening roar. They moved with renewed ferocity, their strikes heavier, their speed unmatched by what the Vikings had faced before.

"Hold the line!" Bjorn's voice boomed, his presence steadying his warriors. The Vikings formed their shield wall, bracing against the oncoming tide.

The initial clash was thunderous. Barbarian blades slammed against Viking shields, the force of the impact reverberating through the lines. The Vikings held firm, their discipline and coordination proving their greatest advantage.

For a moment, the battle seemed evenly matched. The barbarian's newfound strength pressed hard against the Vikings, their sheer ferocity threatening to break the line. But the Viking warriors did not falter.

As the battle raged, Gabriel's blessing began to manifest in full force. The courage and willpower of Bjorn's warriors shone brightly, their strikes growing faster and more precise. The blessed weapons cleaved through barbarian armor as if it were paper, their enchanted edges glowing faintly with divine energy.

Astrid fought alongside her father, her spear a blur as she struck down enemy after enemy. "They're stronger than before," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos.

"But we're stronger still," Bjorn replied, his axe carving a path through the horde. "Their strength is borrowed. Ours is earned."

Liv perched on a nearby rock, her bow singing as she loosed arrow after arrow. Each shot found its mark, taking down barbarian leaders and disrupting their coordination. "Aim for the ones glowing brightest," she called to the other archers. "They're the most dangerous."

Eira, as fierce as ever, carved through the enemy ranks with her twin axes. "Keep coming!" she shouted, her voice filled with exhilaration. "We'll cut you all down!"

Above the battlefield, Gabriel hovered silently, his wings spread wide as he watched the battle unfold. His gaze lingered on Astrid, Liv, and Eira, each of them shining brightly in his perception. The strength of their will and their determination to protect their people made them unstoppable.

He extended his protective aura subtly, ensuring that no strike would catch the sisters unaware. Though he had declared he would not interfere directly, he could not help but safeguard the ones who had captured his admiration—and perhaps something more.

As the barbarian horde began to falter, Gabriel's pale eyes shifted to Ragnar. The black energy surrounding the barbarian leader pulsed violently, a dark storm brewing within him. Gabriel knew the true battle was fast approaching.

Bjorn raised his axe high, his voice cutting through the clamor of battle. "Now! Push forward!"

The Vikings roared in response, their line surging forward with renewed vigor. Their blessed weapons tore through the barbarian ranks, cutting down even the strongest warriors with ease. The once-intimidating horde began to crumble under the relentless assault.

Ragnar's loyalists, who had fought with such ferocity moments before, now found themselves overwhelmed. The strength granted by their sins was no match for the unity and willpower of the Vikings. One by one, the barbarian warriors fell, their lines breaking as panic spread through their ranks.

Astrid led a flanking maneuver, her spear striking with deadly precision. Liv's arrows rained down from above, each one finding its mark. Eira, a whirlwind of axes, carved a path through the chaos, her laughter ringing out as the enemy scattered before her.

Gabriel watched with a faint smile. "Their will is unbreakable," he murmured. "That is their true strength."

As the barbarian forces retreated toward their siege engines, Ragnar stepped forward, his crimson eyes blazing with fury. His Warhammer crackled with black energy, the ground beneath him splintering with each step. Despite the defeat of his forces, Ragnar's presence alone was enough to send chills through the Vikings.

Bjorn stepped out from the line, his massive frame radiating confidence. He rested his axe on his shoulder, his green eyes meeting Ragnar's fiery gaze.

"So, you've finally decided to fight," Bjorn said, his voice steady. "Let's see if you're as strong as you pretend to be."

Ragnar's lips curled into a snarl. "You're a fool, Bjorn. Your strength is nothing compared to mine."

The two leaders faced each other, the battlefield falling silent as both sides watched in anticipation. The air grew heavy with tension, the weight of the impending clash palpable.

Bjorn gripped his axe tightly, his eyes never leaving Ragnar. "Let's finish this."