Chapter 180 - Kingdom of Winter 5 (1/2)
“In truth, I went to Dreadlore first. But I didn’t see you within the enemy troops, so I became suspicious. I realized that you were scheming something.”
A flock of crows gathered and fused to form a woman.
Angrboda revealed her true form, and Brynhild hurriedly flew toward her and shouted.
”Be careful! That witch has regained considerable power.”
“Ho ho ho ho! I have to thank Aleister for that. I can’t tell you what he did to me though.”
Apparently, they had prepared a place similar to the Memory Garden in the Dane Kingdom.
Woohyuk unfolded his abyssal wings on his back and lifted Verserios.
“Is Aleister currently in the Norton Kingdom?”
“Who knows? Maybe, maybe not. Whatever the answer is, it’ll be disadvantageous to you.”
“How hilarious. Do you think you people can stop me?”
Woohyuk had a rough understanding of their intentions.
They were going to secure the Edda Chronicles and the Homunculus located in the Valkyrie's Ruins.
Afterwards, he would gain an upper hand over Eteria Rodinus and would expand his influence around the world.
Both groups were trying to fulfill their desired future by using the power of the Demon God.
But Woohyuk had no intention of dancing along in their tunes.
'I’ll act according to my own beliefs.'
He would accept convincing arguments and opinions, but he would not be dragged around.
The burden he was bearing was just far too heavy for him to act recklessly.
He couldn’t let others make the important decisions, since powerful enemies continued to pop up ever since his regression.
Woohyuk flew toward Angrboda with a determined expression, but Nigel blocked his path.
“Don't ignore me. I’m your opponent.”
“Get lost. You’re just a mutt following the orders of someone else.”
“I was quite surprised earlier. Our power-gap was a lot bigger than I thought.”
Nigel gently admitted his inferiority to Woohyuk.
Woohyuk was just insanely strong.
However, while it was impossible for Nigel to beat him on his own, there was a chance if he fought alongside Angrboda.
'As I thought, things never go according to plan.'
Woohyuk’s original plan was to defeat each of them one after another.
But in truth, this situation wasn’t so bad.
The worst case scenario would be Aleister Crowley intervening during the battle, though.
In order not to give him an opportunity to join the enemies, Woohyuk summoned the six Demon Kings sealed within Lemegeton.
“Do not hold back. They are now your enemies.”
Even if Woohyuk were defeated and lost Lemegeton, the sealed Demon Kings would not regain their freedom.
Lemegeton's restraints would persist for another 500 years at the very least.
“Hey, Angrboda! Nice job abandoning us and escaping to the Norton Kingdom on your own back then!”
“I will never let a bitch like you obtain the Edda Chronicles!”
“If my unchangeable destiny is to serve someone, I choose Lord Asura! Unlike you people, he has the qualities to challenge the Demon God position!”
The three Demon Kings of Ars Notoria were particularly enthusiastic.
Even though they had provided her a sanctuary in their territory, Angrboda didn’t cooperate with them.
As the powers of the Demon Kings raged like a storm, Nigel glanced at Angrboda.
She understood his intentions through the glint in his eyes.
They would activate ‘it’ as planned.
Angrboda nodded and took out a board with a red button from her chest.
She then pressed the button, and...
Zaaaap!
A huge hemispherical barrier with a radius of about 500m unfolded with black electric sparks on its surface.
The soldiers who were fighting a fierce battle stared in surprise at the sight.
The barrier had covered the entire battlefield.
Nigel had only gathered elites in his army as well, so the overall number of fighters on this battlefield was small.
“What are you trying to do?”
“Ho ho ho ho! Aleister gave me a fun little invention. He calls it ‘Black Demolition’.”
A magically engineered item that converted the mana inside it into black particles and sucked in all the demonic energy within its range.
Against it, even powerful Demon Kings would be helpless for a short while.
“Ugh...!”
As his instincts alerted him, Woohyuk stopped his attacks.
A feeling of helplessness surged in him along with extreme pain.
The black current in the barrier had penetrated his body and was sucking up his energy.
It was the same case for Sieg and the other Demon Kings, so they could only stand in place.
With her plan being successful, Angrboda smiled cheerfully and looked down at Woohyuk.
He was considerably sluggish due to the influence of Black Demolition.
His other vassals were shocked and couldn’t react quickly.
Suddenly, Brynhild lifted her spear high and cast a divine spell: Judgement Flames.
Rumble!
As golden flames swirled around her spear blade, Angrboda glared at the Valkyrie.
“Those flames remind me of bad memories. During the War of Gods and Demons, a Valkyrie burned my heart with those Judgement Flames.”
“And it seems like you will face the same fate again.”
Valkyrie Brynhild was not affected by Black Demolition at all.
The same went for Helena and the other regular clan members.
There was no disadvantage for them since they didn’t have demonic energy, other than the fact that they were trapped in the barrier.
Meanwhile, Nigel's undead forces were on the verge of collapsing.
They didn't have protective shields against the erosion of Black Demolition like Nigel and Angrboda.
In other words, this strategy was a great gamble.
If Nigel and Angrboda couldn't win the battle during the duration of Black Demolition, they would most likely end up in a corner once the effects subsided.
A certain saintess spoke to the battle-ready Valkyrie.
“Leave Nigel to me. It must be difficult for you to deal with both of them.”
It hadn’t been long since Brynhild was revived, so she lacked a lot of divine power.
Helena lifted her staff and a white magic circle spread across the snow-covered land, creating a huge pillar of light.
Lightning Strike.
It was a divine spell that could exert high power in this situation, since everyone was weakened by the black barrier.
“Urgh...!”
The vigilant Nigel hurriedly teleported himself to avoid the attack.
Even if it was merely intermediate-level divine magic, the caster was a saintess.