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The age after Ragnarök is an age without kings.
Skadi was practically forced into the role of a god-king, not a ruler who could command the respect of the giants from the bottom of their hearts.
All the giant kings are dead.
The only remaining Surtr was sealed away again.
Therefore, the giants succumbed to this desolate reality and fell into a state of utter confusion.
There is no glory in this world.
There was also no place for them to fight.
However, in this despairing and even suffocating world, they caught a sense of profound familiarity.
This is the lingering echo of Yao as he devoured the fire of Surt.
The sleeping giants were awakened.
As if they had regained their former glory, even the masks could not restrain their desires.
Roar—a constant roar.
It was as passionate as a cry for the destruction of the world.
They offered praise in languages incomprehensible to humans, attempting to find a king who could bring them glory.
Pleading for the king's reign.
Praying that glory will return to the earth.
Please grant that the war be continued.
Please let the strife continue.
Simply killing the ancient gods is far from enough; we must burn everything to ashes like a raging fire.
Grant the gods Ragnarok to continue the work.
A time of joy, a time of end.
"My king, if you were on this land, we would follow you to the very end of destruction!"
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Needless to say, Yao heard these roars.
Even if you can't understand the giants' language.
However, he could also hear the emotions contained within, emotions that were as fiery and passionate as flames.
The people yearn for a king who can lead them.
"He's really restless..."
Yao's lips curled up slightly into a smile.
This is undoubtedly an unexpected surprise.
Unexpectedly, after absorbing Surtur's flames, the giants actually recognized the aura he released.
She even instinctively searched for him.
These giants are a figment of imagination left over from Ragnarok, and warriors capable of fighting the gods.
If we could bring them to Dead Apostles.
What a devastating blow that would be!
Even heroic spirits would be in for a headache if they had to face giants who survived Ragnarok.
The one who roared at Yao was just a giant from a mountain range.
The giants of the Norse Lostbelt are found all over the world, even in fiery lands where humans cannot survive. It's no exaggeration to call this a world of giants.
These giants thirsted for the flames of war.
Unlike the optimistic and wise dinosaurs of the South American Lostbelt, who never even considered creating the concept of weapons.
The giants longed for a world filled with iron, wind, thunder, and fire.
Hope is ignited by the flames of war, and bathed in glory.
A race so eager for war is perfectly suited to wage war against other worlds.
"However, there's no rush now..."
Yao shook his head, not intending to respond.
He ignored the giant's roars echoing through the mountains and forests, and walked down the mountainside as if he hadn't heard them.
The current ruler of the Norse Lostbelt is the goddess Skadi.
She is a loving mother goddess who longs for peace.
Although the giants crave war, this contradicts Skadi's desire for world stability.
Before resolving the deadlock in the Nordic Lostbelt.
She could not possibly embrace the flames of war.
At this stage, Yao still needs to clear the flames on the ground and continuously accumulate power in the process.
Moreover, the giants are unruly.
To lead a race of giants across the entire world, one must possess sufficient strength.
Therefore, accumulating strength is even more important.
Therefore, now is not the time to respond to the giants; wait until he has completely analyzed Surtur's power.
That's the best time.
This process is destined to take a considerable amount of time.
Fortunately, the current timeline of the Norse Lostbelt is in the 9th century BC, so 2,900 years is more than enough.
On the other side, the ice and snow castle.
Skadi keeps abreast of the world's developments.
All the breathing, chirping, flapping of wings, the whistling wind, the rustling of leaves, the voices of humans—all were heard and seen.
Therefore, the image of Yao devouring the fire of Surt appears.
Of course, Skadi saw it too.
"Phew... It really is... He didn't lie to me... He really did it... The future of this world isn't hopeless..."
Skadi sobbed with joy and tears.
Her delicate body trembled incessantly.
So fragile that it seems like it would break at the slightest touch, so endearing that you want to hold it in your hands.
This is a side of her that she dares not let others see.
It creates a false cycle of reincarnation.
False gods, false messengers.
She was a goddess who often smiled like springtime, and a goddess who treated people with kindness and gentleness.
Because of the need to enforce such harsh and ironclad rules, Skadi has cried countless times in private over this matter.
Helplessness, resentment, guilt, loneliness.
Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, she burst into tears when she was all alone, unsure of what to do.
Ultimately, she could only choose the best approach that could sustain both of them.
That pain was more intense than that of the Valkyries.
No matter how many tears she shed, no miracle occurred to her.
Even if she is confused, she can only carry on with her burdens. If she doesn't do this, everyone will face a disastrous end.
Now, Valkyrie has welcomed Brunhilde.
She, on the other hand, experienced a miracle of pure fantasy.
"Phew... I have to move forward..."
Skadi's uncertainty had dissipated.
His expression once again revealed his determination.
She said that if this light of miracle is real, she would do everything in her power to seize the opportunity.
Now is clearly the moment.
While making up her mind, Skadi also felt a sense of anticipation stirring in a corner of her heart.
Perhaps, Yao is her hope.
I don't need to carry this burden alone anymore; I can try to express more of my thoughts.
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However, just as Skadi had this idea...
Her face flushed red with shame.
He then suppressed his thoughts like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, muttering to himself amidst his anxious and complicated emotions.
Like a young girl in the throes of first love, you can see them everywhere.
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After more than a decade in the Nordic Lostbelt, Yao returned to the Dead Apostle Lostbelt as if returning home.
In the Nordic Lostbelt, since the tasks are already set, there's not much to worry about.
Yao goes out hunting and consumes flames every day.
Brunhilde guards the village.
Her favorite thing every day is to wait for Yao to come home after a busy day and to soothe his fatigue with the gentle touch of a wife.
The two lived an extremely regular and fulfilling life.
. ..... ...
One of the few things that could be called an accident was...
The Valkyries who frequently visited Village Twenty-Three.
Ever since their battle with Yao and Brunhilde, they had become curious about what the two had said.
To try to understand what the human mind is.
First, they tried to observe Yao and Brunhilde.
The Valkyries also had their own ulterior motives.
Rather than being alone, they would rather enjoy the wonderful time spent with their older sister.
They said it was for human observation.
Yao and Brunhilde couldn't hide their thoughts from each other, and neither of them exposed the Valkyries' ideas.
She simply welcomed Valkyrie's visit with a gentle smile.
They were treated like adorable little sisters who hadn't grown up, and were treated with great care and gentleness.
In the end, they were all just poor children caught in the ravages of Ragnarok.
Yao and Brunhilde are doing their best.
Some time ago, Yao felt a surge of spiritual exhaustion.
Knowing that the Lostbelt stealth is about to end.
He wanted to take one last look at his wives during his final stealth time, and also continue to lay the groundwork for the Dead Apostle Lostbelt.
The Dead Apostles are the first stop on the plan.