Chapter Eighty-Two: The End

Above the clouds, immortal monsters were locked in mortal combat.

The wind howled and the dense clouds churned, revolving endlessly around the two figures at the center. The eight-legged steed that had continually interfered with the battle had long since been obliterated by a well-timed punch from Liu Tian, yet Odin’s speed did not falter in the slightest.

On the contrary, after Sleipnir's death, Odin seemed unshackled, his power surging even higher, his physical prowess ascending to a new level, his techniques growing even more refined. If not for Liu Tian’s relentless breakthroughs in battle—once again returning to the realm where electricity surged at half a million volts—he might not have been able to maintain the upper hand.

“Despic…” Odin seized an opening, forcing Liu Tian back with a full-force blow. He seemed about to utter some insult, but as he felt his once-magnificent golden armor now utterly shattered, he paused and changed his words. “An ordinary human who can come this far—I must offer you praise.”

In this battle, I’ve killed him at least three times, Odin thought, yet every time he survives, growing ever stronger. What kind of damned Super Saiyan is this?

Liu Tian, too, ceased his attacks. He weighed whether to unveil his trump card and blast this undying monster to dust, but he also wanted to hear what the creature had to say.

Though he still couldn’t truly fly, by continuously treading on the air, he could now remain suspended midair; low-altitude combat was no longer a challenge for him.

By now, Liu Tian had regained his composure. Though he still wanted to annihilate the mongrel who had disrupted his plans, he knew—after seeing Odin regenerate even after half his body was blown away—that his current self, in a normal state, was not enough to finish the job.

This was not his original world. Though he could not use his old powers, his formidable spirit allowed him to sense the presence of something strange within all things here—a force that sustained Odin’s immortality.

Every time Odin was injured, that mysterious power would surge into his body. For now, Liu Tian’s means could not sever this arcane bond, and even at his maximum output, he could not instantly vaporize Odin.

“Kneel before me. I grant you eternal life. A god never lies to mortals.”

Odin’s tone was calm. Even with his armor shattered, his confidence did not waver. After confirming in battle that this monstrously strong Liu Tian possessed no dragon blood and could not use the Words of Power, Odin’s confidence only grew.

“Are you an idiot?” Liu Tian glanced sidelong at Odin, who was still posturing. Realizing there was no further point in dragging this out, he considered using Odin as a catalyst to restore his cultivation. Deep within his soul, something cold and merciless—a pure essence—began to flow forth, suppressing all else.

“You want me to submit?” Liu Tian said. “That’s simple enough. If you want Liu Tian to be your dog, there’s only one way—order him to be your dog. Grab his unwilling head and force him down.”

“If he refuses? Then beat him. Beat him until he yields, and then command him to be your dog. Whether he wants to or not, use absolute strength to command him. If you do that, I could even be your dog.”

“Well then, there’s no room for negotiation.” Odin was unsurprised. The ancient, solemn Words of Power echoed through the void. “Let me teach you, base mortal, the marvel of bloodlines, the might of the Words, the dominion of elemental arts—powers to which mortal blood can never aspire.”

The world began spinning madly. Boundless wind elements gathered, clouds converged and compressed before Odin, coalescing into a massive shield. Countless winged creatures, half-human, half-dragon, soared up from the earth, layer upon layer.

Clearly, Odin was preparing some tremendous feat.

What would Liu Tian do? What should he do?

Should he unleash his full power in hopes of interrupting Odin before he could act? Or should he retreat like a beaten dog?

The answer: none of that was necessary!

Liu Tian slowly relaxed his grip over his own body. A cold, merciless will—supreme, transcending all things—poured forth from the depths of his mind.

No need to control, no need to command, no need to direct.

Naturally, under the influence of that will, his body began to change—growing taller, hair turning gradually white, his features shifting from rugged to a godlike beauty, muscles smoothing from powerful to lithe and slender.

The marks of the soaring bird and jagged blade on his forehead faded away, replaced by a colossal, black sun tattoo that appeared simultaneously on his chest and back.

White light filled his ink-black eyes, then slowly receded, leaving behind a pair of cold, serpentine vertical pupils in place of the former ovals.

A dim white radiance shone from his body, illuminating the pitch-black night—mysterious, solemn, and utterly merciless, filled only with an absolute will.

The will that declared: “Heaven above, earth below; I alone am supreme.”

“Odin still has his Einherjar?” The serpent, bearing Liu Tian’s implanted memories, slowly awakened in this unfamiliar world.

No words were needed, no speech required. Since this unknown enemy stood before him, he would annihilate him—after all, dust is dust, whether one speck or two, the naked eye cannot distinguish between them.

Countless afterimages appeared. The serpent slowly raised his hands, crossing them before his chest. Under the dominion of electricity and magnetism, countless particles collided, and a blinding white light of annihilation erupted wildly.

“Let all—return to nothingness!”

All of this took less than a second. The torrent of light exploded in every direction, leaving no blind spots.

The dense horde of deathless servants was utterly vaporized the instant they touched it. The wind elemental shield, meticulously conjured, lasted less than a tenth of a second against the onslaught. Beneath the shield, Odin—still chanting his Words and preparing some great feat—could only make a single motion before he too, along with his followers, was utterly erased.

Even after obliterating his enemies, the annihilating light continued to ravage unchecked. The dense clouds were destroyed; every building more than ten meters above ground vanished into nothingness.

For the first time, the eternally dark Nibelungen was illuminated—a sun descended upon the world, cold and merciless, a blazing star capable of destroying all things.

“Those superior to me—”

The line was not finished. Heavy chains of restraint once more wrapped tightly. Still holding absolute control, Liu Tian, with a mere thought, suppressed this partitioned persona deep within his mind, and his body returned to normal.

Idiot. To use so much time preparing a grand attack in the midst of an unfavorable duel, without first probing the enemy’s depths.

Gazing at the iron mask and the meteoric long spear that had survived even the annihilating white light, Liu Tian, not wasting any source energy to restore his depleted body, commented inwardly on Odin’s folly as he reached for the spoils.

But the moment his fingers touched the spear, a familiar warmth surged into him—yet before he could savor it, the spear, as if sentient, jerked violently. Caught off guard, Liu Tian was forced to release it. The spear’s butt smashed into his body, swatting him away like a ping-pong ball.

He had no time to react. The domain of the Nibelungen, under the true master’s will, solidified and was then severed.

This was a feat only Odin—who had never slept and had spent countless millennia constructing this exclusive Nibelungen—could perform.

As he was expelled from the Nibelungen, Liu Tian stared fixedly at the figure emerging from the void, etching every detail into his memory.

I’ll remember you, damn it—just you wait!