Chapter 090: The Valkyrie's Divine Weapon Forging Ability is Linked to a Certain Individual
The atmosphere in the Akashic Records suddenly grew tense.
Göll, noticing the flicker of melancholy in her sister's eyes, parted her lips but ultimately couldn't bring herself to say anything.
After finalizing the third representative for humanity's battle, her sister continued browsing through historical figures when she suddenly fell silent upon seeing one particular individual.
Göll was quite familiar with that person—someone deeply connected to her sister.
That person was indeed qualified to be one of the thirteen representatives for humanity, but... his circumstances were complicated.
Even Sister Brunhilde wasn't sure whether to summon him.
Rumor had it that the Valkyries' ability to forge divine weapons was also tied to him.
"Hrist."
"Here, Sister."
A voice responded to Brunhilde's call, and a figure appeared in Göll's sight.
It was a striking woman dressed somewhat like a knight—the second eldest of the thirteen Valkyrie sisters, Sister Hrist.
"Hrist, you and Göll will go to this era and witness this person."
Brunhilde pointed at an enlarged profile of the individual.
"Understood."
"Eh? Sister Brunhilde, I have to go too?"
Having already experienced the likes of the King of Heroes and King Solomon, Göll was thoroughly intimidated.
This time, they were heading to a certain era in a certain country—a time said to be overrun by malevolent spirits.
Come to think of it, the fighter Sister had chosen for the third round was also from this era.
So, was she supposed to witness that person?
No—it was another, even more famous figure from the same time.
Hrist spoke to her in an exceedingly gentle voice.
"But—"
"I'll protect you properly, got it?"
Hrist's tone suddenly shifted, turning fierce as she roughly pinched Göll's cheeks, startling her into silence.
It wasn't that Hrist's earlier gentleness had been an act.
Rather, this sister was a bit... special, possessing a dual personality.
One gentle, the other violent.
"That's more like it. Listen to our eldest sister, and I'll protect you too—won't let you wet yourself."
"I-I won't wet myself!"
Honestly, just how childish did they think she was? She wasn't the type to lose control like that!
"Then off you go."
"Understood, Sister."
"Eh?"
Before Göll could react, Brunhilde had already sent her away.
"Uh, Sister, what's this about?"
Hrist was baffled—why was she still in Akasha, while Göll had vanished?
"Göll alone is enough this time. That girl's too timid—she needs to broaden her horizons."
Brunhilde smirked wickedly.
She had also set restrictions on Göll's return permissions, ensuring she couldn't come back until she had observed enough.
As for whether anything unexpected might happen... if it did, that was simply Göll's fate as a Valkyrie.
She couldn't be sheltered forever—especially not now.
"Hrist, you stay here and keep watch."
With that, Brunhilde dismissed the numerous profiles before her, leaving only the one she had just confirmed for summoning.
The question was—could this person, like the previous two, defeat a god without a Valkyrie's aid, relying solely on their own power?
Of course, she had already chosen a sister with good adaptability.
After contacting her, the result was—
"Understood. I'll have her go directly to meet you there."
Instead of coming over, this sister said she would wait for her in the passage leading from the human side of the arena to the fighting platform.
For some reason, something felt off—her tone in the reply was slightly different.
It wasn't that the voice was wrong, but her usual speaking pace and intonation had shifted slightly.
Could it be that she was dissatisfied with the chosen human?
But even if she was dissatisfied, she wouldn't outright refuse. After all, this sister still prioritized the bigger picture.
In that case, she would head to the arena as well.
At the arena.
The gods' spectators, who had been particularly arrogant in the first two matches, now seemed demoralized. After all, the gods had lost two matches in a row.
This was nothing short of humiliation.
Moreover, the major crisis that erupted in the second match had been resolved by the human side.
Otherwise, it would have caused upheaval in the heavens, with countless gods perishing in the chaos.
In other words, the gods had been saved by humans—a blow that struck deep into their pride.
"Lord Zeus, is this the right choice for the third match?"
Hermes wasn't confident about the god representing the divine side in the third round.
"I think it's perfect."
"But we've already lost twice. If we lose the third match—"
It would be utterly disgraceful. The third match should feature a heavyweight champion stepping forward.
"If we lose, we lose. There are still ten matches left—we just need to win seven to turn things around."
In truth, Zeus also desperately wanted to reclaim victory in the third match.
But now was not the time to act on emotions.
The humans in the first two matches had displayed abilities far beyond the gods' expectations. He needed to take them seriously, not look down on them from a high perch.
If that was the case, shouldn't they send a heavyweight champion to show greater respect for their opponents?
On the contrary, precisely because they were taking the humans seriously, they wouldn't deploy their top-tier champion—lest they fall into a trap.
Besides, the god representing them this time wasn't necessarily weak. Even the chief god of that pantheon had shown an intriguing expression.
"I understand."
Hermes sighed in response.
Of course, he understood the significance of this match.
In truth, Lord Zeus also wanted to turn things around in this match and send a heavyweight champion.
But Odin had rationally analyzed the situation.
They needed to treat Brunhilde's chosen thirteen humans as equals on the same stage. That way, this battle wouldn't be purely about brute strength.
"After losing two matches in a row, the gods seek redemption in the third! The divine representative is—"
It began.
Heimdall began introducing the gods' representative. With a dramatic gesture, the figure emerging from the opposite entrance was—
"Divine punishment, divine punishment, divine punishment, divine punishment..."
Before the figure even appeared, this chant echoed through the air.
The voice came from the sky, not from the gods' gate.
A ship broke through the clouds and descended, from which seven figures emerged—including the god representing the divine side.
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