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Chapter 198 - 102: Cut Through All the Iron and Fire in the World

Chapter 198: Chapter 102: Cut Through All the Iron and Fire in the World

"How about it!" A deeply humiliated Leotis charged straight toward Sigrdrifa and, standing in front of her, threatened her ominously,

"Do you choose to convert to God and bow to the noble bloodline?"

"Or die a filthy death on some unknown dock, like a lowly dog?"

Sigrdrifa’s head hung low as she looked at the ground.

"Leotis..." she said slowly, "thank you for teaching me to read."

Leotis was taken aback for a moment.

"But I cannot agree to your terms." Sigrdrifa suddenly lifted her head, her eyes like the cold edge of a storm, making Leotis feel, for a moment, as if his breath might stop.

"Because I am a descendant of the Vikings!" she bellowed with all her might. The guards behind her showed signs of panic, realizing the struggle in their grip was growing stronger, as if the arms they held did not belong to a girl,

But to a cornered, desperate beast.

Sigrdrifa’s eyes were wide open, with bloodshot veins nearly bursting from the surface, resembling the demons from Hell. Her vision was blurred, and in her daze, she saw each body on the ground transform into her mother lying in a pool of blood.

Her mother was dead, everyone was dead.

Only she stood alone, before the gates of Hell, with devils who wished her dead lurking ahead.

Old Wild’s words echoed in her ears once more, like the last whisper of the dead:

"...in a desperate situation, with Hell in front, and slavery in the rear..."

"If you risk your life to take that step forward..."

The whispering voice suddenly turned into a threatening roar:

"You will die!"

"I am not afraid to die!" she screamed as if her heart was tearing apart.

She did not know at whom she was shouting, feeling only an overwhelming rage filling her chest, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, ready to destroy the entire world:

"A true Viking will never kneel to nobles or emperors! Nor will she place her hopes in God or any deity!"

"She will only seize the right to survive in this world from the cruel Iron and Fire!!!"

A tremendous force exploded from the muscles of her arms as she fiercely overturned the two guards holding her down and pulled out the dagger her mother had left her from behind her boots.

The remaining guard hastily grabbed her long hair, only to find his grip gone—Sigrdrifa had already swung the dagger, severing her own waterfall of beautiful pale golden hair she had maintained for over a decade, cutting it completely along the scalp.

She reversed the dagger and plunged it into the guard’s throat, burying it along with the handle in his flesh, and quickly drew the longsword from his waist, turning and slashing with all her might. The blade shone like a full moon, cleaving the approaching guards apart.

"Guards!" Leotis, trembling with fear, staggered back, turned, and shouted, "Guards!"

Before his words fell silent, the longsword thrown by Sigrdrifa spun through the air and pierced his chest.

The surrounding guards pressed forward like a pack of wolves, but Sigrdrifa, unarmed, fearlessly faced them, her clear, transparent eyes seemingly burning with white flames.

She quickly closed in on one of the guards—their longsword slashed into her shoulder blade. In the excruciating pain, she leaned forward and viciously bit through his throat.

With her face splattered with fresh, hot blood, she snatched the battle axe from his waist and, with a backhand swing, struck the guard behind her.

The guard raised his shield to block. The first blow of the battle axe forced him to take a half-step back; the second, made him unable to withstand the force, forcing him down on one knee; the third, shattered the shield into splinters.

Sigrdrifa grabbed the front of his cloth armor with her left hand, flinging him away with force, and with her right hand, the battle axe came crashing down, bisecting the guard at the waist.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

She roared like a maddened wild beast, charging into the guards and wildly hacking away, blood and limbs flying.

Yet more longswords, axes, and shields piled on her. After violently slaying more than a dozen guards, she was also covered in blood from head to toe, her body teetering, yet her slaughter grew even swifter, her expression even more ferocious.

So much so that every time she swung her battle axe, the surrounding guards desperately retreated, no one willing to die alongside a madwoman resolved to meet her end—especially since blood always runs dry.

This couldn’t go on.

Blood trickling down her forehead blurred her vision, and she saw through the layers of Guards, looking out across the sea beyond the dock.

She had to... fight her way out!

She stumbled over something at her feet, her gaze dropping down to see Old Wild’s corpse, his chest pierced by a longsword.

His right hand lay open weakly beside him, with a Battle Axe he had snatched from a Guard lying next to him, emitting a faint, bizarre bluish glow.

"Grasp it," a voice arose in her heart, and in her daze, she seemed to see a figure.

A man with a bald head and muscular structure, with bright red war paint on his face—he looked like he could be Spartan, Sirius, or Thracian, but Sigrdrifa couldn’t see clearly and couldn’t distinguish.

"Grasp it," the man’s husky voice intoned, "and then, cleave through all the Iron and Fire of this world..."

Sigrdrifa crouched down and took the Battle Axe in her hand, the cold power flowing into her palm.

Then she swung the axe with all her might.

The Axe drew a vast semicircle, and wherever it passed, the bodies of any Guards were instantly covered in Frost, their steps faltering, struggling to move.

She fiercely fought her way forward, then rushed straight onto the dock and leaped with all her strength.

She fell into the icy waters, her vision darkening gradually as everything around her seemed to quickly ascend.

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Sigrdrifa opened her eyes.

She saw herself standing at the top of an abandoned tower with the North Wind Axe she had pulled from the wall, now shining with a cold blue Radiance.

The wind and snow swirling around her converged into a Tornado, whirling along the blade of the axe in her hands, then gradually shrinking and calming until disappearing.

She remembered everything, her true past.

The death of her mother, the death of the entire village, the death of Old Wild, the death of the pirates.

After she slew Leotis, she desperately fought her way out and jumped into the sea, falling into unconsciousness, only to wake up on a shore miles away.

In the years that followed, she had traveled to the East Solomon Empire, to earn wealth and hone her own strength.

But one day, she would return to her homeland of old and find the true mastermind behind the massacre of her village.

To complete her Revenge.

Carrying the North Wind Axe, Sigrdrifa walked down from the tower in a trance, only to see the bodies of Snow Monsters piled high outside, with Nora urgently administering healing to everyone.

More Snow Monsters were fleeing in panic, sensing the rising temperatures and needing to find a cool cave to hibernate for the summer, or they would die.

The girls of The Azure Longsword turned to see Sigrdrifa return unharmed, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Their curious eyes also fell upon her North Wind Axe.

"New weapon, want to try it out?" Aske said with a smile.

Sigrdrifa quietly looked at him and, after a moment, revealed a hearty smile,

"Sure," she answered with a laugh.

Positioning in an impressive throwing stance, Sigrdrifa gave a low shout and tossed the North Wind Axe in her hand.

The Battle Axe, propelled by momentum, embedded itself in the wall, instantly covered in a layer of Frost. A shadowy figure flew backward from the Axe, falling into Sigrdrifa’s hand, and immediately materializing into the solid form of the North Wind Axe.

And the Axe in the wall vanished in the blink of an eye.

The girls clapped enthusiastically as if watching a wonderful magic show.

"You haven’t reached Level 5 yet, so this Axe can only exert the power of Frost I to Frost II," Aske said approvingly. "As your Level increases, the power of the North Wind Axe will also enhance."

"At the Law tier, it will be able to freeze a wide range of enemies with a swing. And if one day, you ascend to the Demigod Domain, it could even freeze everything, including time."

"There will be such a day," Sigrdrifa inhaled deeply and said earnestly.

"I promise."