Chapter 75: The Shadow Behind Doruba
Feng Zhe’s sudden shout made Loki the target of everyone’s wrath.
“Prepare to die, Loki!”
Lightspeed Fist!
Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Zhe unleashed the Lightspeed Fist, striking Loki in an instant. Countless blows rained down upon Loki’s body, crackling like beans frying in a pan, the sound echoing through the room. By the time the others regained their senses, Loki had been beaten beyond recognition, lying dead on the floor.
He was killed so easily that even Hiluda could hardly believe her eyes. The way she looked at Feng Zhe changed, but in the face of the greater situation, such feelings seemed trivial. Only Feng Zhe silently thought to himself, “As expected, this isn’t the real Loki.”
The corpse on the ground was not Loki—not even a shadow of him.
He turned his gaze to Chief Doruba, whose ambition still burned fiercely in his eyes.
Doruba slowly stood, his towering presence casting a shadow that enveloped Hiluda entirely.
“Loki was right about one thing: if I am to realize my ambition, I must capture all of you in one stroke.”
The space and time around them seemed to twist; a gigantic purple shadow shrouded the entire room.
The priests, well-versed in the ways of the world, cried out in panic, “Stop him, quickly!”
But their warning came too late—Doruba’s attack had already begun.
Odin Barrier!
Twisted space, unknown power, the ability to seal souls—this ultimate move brought forth a powerful suction that instantly swept all the priests into its grasp.
Only Feng Zhe managed to leap up, grabbing Hiluda and bringing both of them safely back to the palace.
Looking around Hiluda, they saw only the corpses of priests—their souls sealed away in an unknown realm.
Lightspeed Fist!
“Hah!”
Feng Zhe’s Lightspeed Fist collided with Doruba’s own, the two evenly matched, their strength nearly equal.
“This Doruba possesses the strength of gold!”
Among all the palace’s God Warriors, not one possessed golden power—only Doruba, whose strength was formidable, and who wielded the ability to seal souls. No wonder his ambition was so great.
Hiluda knelt silently in prayer, her gentle cosmos spreading outward.
“What is this…”
Doruba observed Hiluda’s cosmos—it held power rivaling his own. Combined with the might of Freyr, the situation became even trickier.
“If that’s how it is, then don’t blame me.”
Doruba tore his ceremonial robe apart, revealing a suit of purple armor—armor not worn by God Warriors, but a divine relic passed down among the gods of Asgard.
Feng Zhe glanced at it and instantly understood that this purple armor possessed powers comparable to golden sacred armor.
Repent!
Odin Barrier!
The purple shadow descended once more, and this time Feng Zhe felt the immense pull—a force not born of mortal cosmos, but from the gods themselves!
Just as Feng Zhe was about to draw his divine flame, Hiluda’s cosmos fully shielded them from the evil force.
“Odin, though we cannot resist fate, evil shall be vanquished, and goodness will always be praised!”
As Hiluda chanted, her cosmos grew ever stronger, forming a radiant circle—then a second, a third...
With each sweep of the light, the purple shadow faded, and the twisted space seemed to settle.
“She possesses a cosmos beyond gold!”
Feng Zhe had seen gods before; Hiluda had not ascended to divinity, yet her chant and unique state bestowed upon her power that surpassed gold.
“What is happening?”
Feng Zhe had never encountered such a situation, and Chief Doruba was equally astonished.
“This... No!”
The rings of light multiplied, gradually suppressing the purple shadow. Like sunlight dispelling gloom, Doruba’s cosmos was utterly dispersed, leaving him kneeling on the ground, sweat pouring from his brow as if his cosmos had been stripped away.
At the moment of Doruba’s defeat, a sudden wind interrupted Hiluda’s chant, and a powerful, sinister cosmos appeared in the palace.
Feng Zhe stood protectively before Hiluda, his expression grave as he confronted the newly arrived evil cosmos.
“Who are you—?”
Hiluda watched warily, while Doruba looked upon the newcomer as if seeing his savior, his face full of hope.
When the figure emerged from the shadow, Hiluda cried out in shock, “Loki!”
“Miss Hiluda, why should mere mortals bask in the sunlight, enjoying every delicacy, while we, the Nordic people, must suffer in this harsh cold? Many do not even receive a single grain of food…”
Loki’s words were incendiary, his icy demeanor concealing a grief and rage that seemed to swell within him.
Scenes flooded Hiluda’s mind—people freezing to death in the snow, starving, the sorrow brought by war, and all the world’s injustices.
Not only Hiluda, but Feng Zhe too found his mind filled with these visions, the overwhelming sorrow infecting him deeply.
A long silence.
“We grew up amidst the cold, which granted us boundless passion. Beneath every icy exterior, we harbor a burning heart…”
“No matter when or where, this calm and fiery heart must never be consumed by ambition. We protect this land—even with its many injustices, I love it deeply…”
“Loki, even if you are a god, you should not forget that there are people who love this land dearly, people who cherish peace and are willing to defend it…”
Hiluda finished, her gaze fixed on Loki, her unwavering eyes causing Loki’s face to twist.
“Well said!”
The palace doors opened, and Miss Saori and the Five Saints entered once more.
“Chief…”
The giant warrior Runge, battered and bloodied, used his last breath to reach Doruba, offering a faint smile before collapsing, dead.
Runge’s death brought a note of sorrow to Doruba’s heart.
“Haha…”
Loki burst into wild laughter, as if mocking the most absurd thing in the world.
With his laughter, the palace seemed to come alive—the ground grew soft, the entire structure turned purple and began to melt, piece by piece…
Even the doors sealed shut.
“To capture you all at once—how amusing it is.”
Loki’s laughter, combined with the bizarre happenings, left Saori utterly at a loss.
Doruba suddenly cried out, as if realizing something, “This is—”
“The stomach of the Northern Sea Kraken!”
The legendary Northern Sea Kraken, which could swallow dragons whole—its stomach, refined by Loki, had become akin to a divine artifact.
Suddenly, thick tentacles surged from every corner of the palace, each like the limb of a colossal squid.