Chapter 260: A Summon Beyond Time and Space, The Arrival Is—!!!
Why was Quirinus suddenly suctioned to the ground?
A few gods discerned the truth: it was caused by Gungnir.
Wasn't that obvious?
Anyone could see Gungnir was responsible—they just didn't understand the exact mechanism.
The truth was, Gungnir's strike into the ground wasn't merely piercing the earth—it pierced through the void.
That thrust penetrated the world and pierced into the emptiness beyond.
And such an outcome would cause the world to resemble a deflating balloon.
Thus, when Quirinus fell, he happened to press against this penetrating hole, resulting in him being sucked onto it.
Unable to free himself immediately, he was naturally submerged by the tidal wave of undead corpses.
Under such circumstances, an ordinary chief deity might truly have been killed.
Crushed by the sheer mass of corpses attempting to tear into him, while the terrifying suction from the hole behind tried to drag him into the void on the other side—his body would be torn apart, twisted, and stretched like rubber into the hole, vanishing into nothingness upon contact with the void.
Of course, such a hole would eventually heal due to the world's self-repairing power.
And such holes should heal quickly, but due to Gungnir's intense penetrative nature, the recovery was not so swift.
If one did not struggle free immediately in such a situation, even if the body wasn't torn apart, it was possible that as the world healed, part of the body might fuse with it.
My spear pierces all things!
As if these words erupted from the base of the mountain of corpses!
In an instant, the terrifying pile of corpses swelled violently, and an enormous tree grew at an astonishing speed, bursting through the mountain of corpses.
Countless undead corpses were swept away by the surging branches that erupted like raging waves, or were impaled and hung upon them.
In the blink of an eye, an abnormal tree, one that could be mistaken for Yggdrasil, stood tall upon this land of the dead.
Its lush branches were adorned with countless undead corpses, while the tree's roots dug deeper and farther into the earth, crushing innumerable corpses in the process.
This scene gave the impression that the countless corpses served as nourishment for this great tree.
But it didn't end there!
The tree swayed gently, releasing something into the air.
The other undead not yet affected by the tree suddenly underwent an abnormality.
Their bodies were pierced by branches, as if a tree were growing inside them.
No, it wasn't as if—it was the truth.
One by one, they were torn apart by trees sprouting from within, ultimately merging with the tree.
The land of Hell, originally devoid of plants, was now covered by this eerie forest.
From above, it appeared a vibrant green, as if breathing life into this dead world. But to step inside the forest was to witness another scene entirely—one that was utterly chilling.
Thus, many gods and mortals who witnessed this scene broke out in cold sweat.
Some nervously checked themselves, ensuring they were unharmed and wouldn't turn into tree-like beings.
After all, the pollen-like seeds emitted by that abnormal giant tree seemed to have reached even the spectators.
Fortunately, it appeared they were safe. They were not synchronized in time with the combatants; a temporal barrier separated them, so they should be unaffected.
"Boom—!"
What happened?
Distracted by their own concerns, they had momentarily lost focus on the battlefield. When they refocused, they saw Odin being sent flying by a blow.
Those gods who had a clear view indeed witnessed Quirinus, concealed by the assault of vine-like giant branches, delivering a punch that sent Odin flying.
At the same moment, his golden armor released dozens of light spears simultaneously. Before they could strike Odin, they converged into a massive light spear, then descended like a bolt of divine punishment.
"BOOM——!"
Before the colossal light explosion could dissipate, another enormous light spear came crashing down.
"BOOM——!"
"BOOM——!"
The supreme god of Rome gave Odin no chance to move, relentlessly unleashing light cannon attacks that shook the Underworld.
Such assaults caused the ground around Odin to continuously sink, as if it were about to be pierced through to the very depths of the Underworld.
While defending against Quirinus's attacks, Odin was also constructing enigmatic magical formations around himself.
"These formations... the runic symbols seem to involve time? Space?"
As a figure from Norse mythology, Brunhilde discerned something.
It appeared Odin was preparing to unleash some ultimate technique.
And Brunhilde had noticed this formation from the very beginning.
Since the start of the battle, two glowing spheres had been circling around Odin, their purpose unclear until now.
Now operating at full capacity, the formation resembled a summoning ritual?
One that involved time manipulation?
"This is——!"
Brunhilde's pupils contracted sharply, for the ever-shifting formation bore a striking resemblance to the magical arrays Akasha used to summon figures from history.
Could it be that Odin intended to summon beings from the past to join the battle?
Wasn't that against the rules?
If he were using the Akashic System for summoning, that would be cheating.
But this was Odin himself, using his own power to transcend time and space for the summoning—this should be considered part of his inherent abilities.
If he truly intended to summon someone from the past, which god would he call upon?
The next instant—
CRACK!
Odin's defensive barrier shattered. Simultaneously, the two operating formations instantly vanished, seemingly disrupted by Quirinus's attack.
Under such circumstances, Quirinus naturally should have pressed his advantage.
However, the situation changed abruptly. Quirinus suddenly ceased his light spear assaults and instead thrust out both hands, each grasping a sudden flash of cold light that had appeared on either side—Gungnir!
Had Odin also deployed those disposable versions to attack him?
No, that couldn't be—Odin had been desperately holding his ground just moments ago. When would he have had time to project Gungnir?
Moreover, these copies of Gungnir didn't appear to be disposable. Could disposable versions of Gungnir pierce through reality itself?
As the spear tips extended spatial fractures, Quirinus realized space itself was about to be torn apart. The golden wings on his back erupted with light, allowing him to break free before the void could claim him.
What exactly was happening?
Suddenly, two additional figures appeared within her field of vision, leaving Brunhilde stunned.