Chapter 805: Chapter 15 I Love Watching Women Fight the Most Chapter 805: Chapter 15 I Love Watching Women Fight the Most Midgard World, the Iron Forest.

This is the boundary between the Human World and the Giant Realm, where colossal trees sprouted from the eyebrows of the Ancestor Giant Ymir take root in the vast snowfield, cold and erect, their whole bodies jet-black, resembling a forest made of iron-cast Long Spears.

Creak~ Creak~~
Years of accumulated snow made a muffled sound as towering figures taller than the treetops weaved through the Iron Forest.

Most of them had either icy blue or brown skin and wore simple pelts around their waists; they wielded tree trunks, ice staves, and stone clubs as primitive weapons and, with heavy footsteps, pushed towards the ice wall built around the Iron Forest.

Frost Giants and Mountain Giants! So many!

Atop the ice wall, hundreds of Viking warriors and Temple Priests appointed to guard this post barely poked their heads out, peering through the crenellations to see the monsters from legend crossing the Iron Forest, approaching their defenses, all of them tense as if facing a great enemy, anxiously setting up their Spear and Shield, chanting Divine Texts.

As the creations of the gods, they had practically grown up listening to the Immortal Palace version of the Creator God’s myths.

Legend had it that even the progenitor Buri and Divine King Bao’er had fallen at the hands of the Giants, countless Lives cruelly killed, consumed as sustenance to satiate their hunger. Once these monsters breached the defenses, the fate of those villages and humans in the Midgard World beyond could be easily imagined.

Realizing the mission that weighed on their shoulders, the warriors and priests suppressed their instinctive fear, gathering their courage to hurl their Spears and shoot Cursed Bullets at the approaching Giants.

However, these feeble attacks barely caused the Giants to pause in their stride, let alone effectively penetrate the stony keratin and frosty chill of their hide.

Watching the futile resistance of the tiny creatures on the ice wall, the mountainous Giants roared with laughter.

This “human” race, recently created by Odin in the Midgard World, not only had limited numbers but also significantly weaker physiques compared to the Asa gods. Even the mightier Giants saw them as nothing more than ants on the ground, easily crushed with a lazy flick of their finger.

Therefore, the “humans” weren’t qualified to be their opponents, nor were they worth the Giants assembling an army of one hundred thousand to take seriously.

And as long as they breached this ice wall, which was as good as nought, reaching the Midgard World to make use of the Rainbow Bridge, they could launch an assault on the Immortal Palace of Asgard.

The Asa Divine Race that rode atop their heads, the Giants, were the real targets of this campaign.

Of course, sampling a little appetizer to whet their appetite before the main course wasn’t bad either.

Just as the Giants gloated and swung their giant trees, stone axes, and ice spears towards the front, eager to witness the delightful scene of flesh bursting apart, a dazzling rainbow light descended from the sky. In an instant, the powerful presence turned the Giants nearing the ice wall into a pile of severed limbs and remains.

The light faded, and a fully armed, beautiful Goddess appeared in the Mortal World. She knelt on one knee in the scorched pit covered with dense runes, holding her Sword and Shield, with a pair of white swan wings gently outstretched behind her, like an alpine flower blooming upon the snowy plain, sacred and untouchable.

“Here they come, reinforcements from the Immortal Palace!”

The relieved Viking warriors and Temple Priests who survived on the wall leaned out, gazing at the Goddess who appeared at this crisis, their shouts of joy thunderous, morale greatly boosted.

In contrast, the Giants, who suffered not a few losses, were enraged:
“Kill that woman!”

Watching the Giants gritting their teeth as they surged across the snow and corpses towards her, and with the Rainbow Bridge still not stable, Freya’s mouth twitched involuntarily.

She played dirty, yet she was the first to be thrown into the fray, a scapegoat!

Above the clouds, Luo En ignored Freya’s resentful gaze and waved his hand with a smile.

Although the woman had some quick wits, knew to cling to his coattails, and sneaked into the troop headed for Midgard to avoid Odin’s wrath,
As a war captive, she should honestly play the role of Paru without trying to shirk the work.

After all, he wouldn’t risk offending Odin to save Freya out of some saintly whim, but to make full use of a pawn.

As a Valkyrie of the Warner Clan and a recently indoctrinated target, it would be too wasteful to send her to be a sacrificial offering so soon.

Instead, throwing her into the fray in Midgard to slay Giants, indirectly contributing to the grand cause of the Asa Divine Race, was far more valuable.

And at a crucial moment, he could use her Warner bloodline to plant a thorn between the Giant Clan and the Warner Divine Race, preparing to sow discord between the two for the Future.

By then, suspicion would become a matter of fact, with Freya despised by both the Giant Clan and Warner Divine Race, leaving her no choice but to follow him, her “master,” to the bitter end.

At this moment, the Valkyrie, also realizing this, parried the falling colossal weapons while she strained to explain in a raspy voice:
“The one who made the killing blow is still in the sky; it has nothing to do with me…”

However, the Giants were notoriously hot-tempered and brainless; they wouldn’t hear the explanation of a Deity.

On the contrary, driven by fury and bloodlust, they wielded their giant trees, stone axes, and ice spears, furiously smashing at the enemy that emerged in the battlefield:
“Take her down!”

Seeing that negotiation was fruitless as more and more Giants gathered and the Rainbow Bridge above only enveloped the ice wall, showing no sign of sending additional forces, Freya knew she was being forced by some bastard to take a stand, so she steeled her heart and, resigned, drew her sword.