307: Chapter 307 Final Interpretation Rights

Baldur's pupils dilated.

He stared blankly at the dagger in his chest.

The divine power within his body drained away frantically, like a bursting dam.

Until his death.

He could not understand.

A mere human.

How dare she claim to be invincible?

"Thump."

Baldur's head hung down powerlessly.

The God of Light, fallen!

Watching the god before her completely lose all signs of life.

Xia Li let out a long breath.

She lowered her head and looked at the transparent panel at the edge of her vision.

A blood-red countdown was ticking.

[Undying War God!]

[Trait: When receiving a fatal attack, you will be forced into the [Undying War God] state!]

[Immune to death and gain absolute invincibility!]

[Remaining time: 3 seconds.]

[2 seconds.]

[1 second.]

"Hum—"

The countdown reached zero.

The blessing of absolute invincibility vanished instantly!

Xia Li felt all the strength in her body drained away in an instant.

The internal injuries inflicted by Baldur, accompanied by the weakness from massive blood loss, overwhelmed her like a tsunami.

Her legs went weak.

Xia Li fell straight backward.

She crashed heavily onto the floor and passed out.

In mid-air.

The commentator Freya was dumbfounded.

"This..."

She held the microphone, staring blankly down at the human and the god, both collapsed on the ground.

How should this be judged?

She subconsciously turned her head and looked at the highest point of the spectator stand.

God of War Tyr stared fixedly at the Duel Arena, his eyes cold to the extreme.

He gave an imperceptible nod to Freya.

A divine consciousness instantly transmitted into Freya's mind.

Freya understood.

She took a deep breath and raised the microphone, pretending to be calm.

"Ahem!"

"The current situation is a bit special!"

"In this battle, both contestants have collapsed and cannot continue fighting!"

"I announce!"

"This duel—is a draw!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The human camp's preparation area instantly erupted!

"Bullshit!"

"A draw? Screw your draw!"

Zhao Meng jumped directly onto a chair, pointed at the sky, and cursed: "Rigged! It's definitely rigged!"

"Are you blind?"

"It was clearly that damn God of Light who stopped breathing first!"

Lin Zihao also had red eyes and roared angrily:

"Baldur's divinity was even shattered! He's dead through and through!"

"Our Sister Li just fainted!"

"Why does it count as a draw?!"

Not just them.

The three hundred thousand Red Wolf Army were filled with righteous indignation.

"Rigged!"

"Rigged!!!"

The cursing was earth-shaking.

However.

Facing the fury of three hundred thousand people.

Freya in mid-air sneered and, with extreme shamelessness, said: "Silence!"

"This is the Gods Arena!"

"The final interpretation rights for all rules belong to the organizer!"

"If I say it's a draw, it's a draw!"

She paused, a flash of cruel pleasure in her eyes.

"Since the first three matches did not determine a winner."

"Then next!"

"We will enter the most cruel—overtime match!"

Meanwhile.

At the very top of the sky screen, on the pure gold throne.

"Rumble—!"

God King trembled as he gripped gungnir, his single eye filled with terrifying killing intent, lightning raging violently around him.

Beside him, the Queen of Gods Frigg was already crying uncontrollably.

"Baldur... my little Baldur..."

Frigg screamed shrilly, looking like she had gone mad.

She gripped the railing tightly, her fingernails breaking and bleeding.

"Kill them!"

"I want everyone in the Red Wolf Guild to be buried with my son!!!"

"I want them all to die!!!"

At the edge of the spectator stand.

God of War Tyr slowly stood up.

He raised his hand and wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes due to grief and indignation.

Afterward.

Tyr turned around and knelt on one knee before God King and Frigg.

His voice was hoarse, but it carried a killing intent that could freeze ten thousand miles:

"Father, Mother."

"Leave it to me."

Tyr slowly rose, his gaze crossing the void.

He locked firmly onto the crimson heavy tank in the Red Wolf preparation area, which lay dormant like a beast.

"In the overtime match, the other side will definitely send out their strongest combatant."

"Red Wolf!"

Tyr suddenly drew the Sword of the God of War from his waist.

The sword blade pointed directly at Lu Yuan!

"In the second match, they used a scapegoat and didn't dare to fight me."

"And in this fourth overtime match, they won't be able to hide!"

"I will personally cut off the head of their guild leader!"

"To avenge Baldur!!!"

Above the sky screen.

God King slowly stood up.

He held gungnir high in his hand.

"Tyr!!!"

"In the name of the King of Gods, I bestow upon you supreme divine power!!!"

"Boom!"

Violent divine power poured out, flooding into Tyr's body without reservation.

Tyr's momentum climbed steadily!

God King flicked his wrist.

"Hum—!"

The void trembled violently.

He fiercely threw gungnir from his hand!

"Rumble!"

The long spear fell like a meteorite, embedding heavily into the pure gold floor in front of Tyr.

A dense web of lightning exploded crazily along the spear shaft, tearing the surrounding space.

A suffocating, terrifying divine might swept across the entire Gods Arena.

The low-level gods and apostles in the spectator stands couldn't even help but feel their knees go weak under this pressure!

God King looked down from above, his single eye staring at the human camp below as if looking at dead people.

"Tyr!"

"Take it!"

"This is the strongest killing weapon I have bestowed upon you!"

"Use this spear that never misses!"

"Pierce that human's heart for me!"

"Crush his body, inch by inch!"

"Make him perish, body and soul!!!"

Beside him.

Frigg was filled with resentment, her eyes overflowing with endless hatred.

She suddenly pulled out the short dagger at her waist.

Without the slightest hesitation.

She aimed at her own left chest and stabbed it fiercely!

"Squish!"

Golden blood splattered.

Frigg's face turned pale, her body swayed violently, but she gritted her teeth tightly and let out a shrill roar.

"Ugh..."

Her hand holding the dagger twisted violently.

From the deepest part of her heart.

She gouged out a drop of heart blood that shimmered with seven-colored divine radiance!

As soon as this drop of blood appeared, Frigg's aura instantly withered to the extreme, as if she had aged thousands of years.

"Tyr..."

Frigg raised her hand tremblingly and slammed this drop of brilliant heart blood onto the center of Tyr's brow.

"Hum!"

Seven-colored divine light erupted suddenly, merging into Tyr's limbs and bones.

"Take it!"

"This is your mother's heart blood!"

"Humans are despicable and shameless, and they love using those dirty, underhanded tricks!"

"This drop of blood can heal all your injuries when you are on the verge of death!"

"Allowing you to be reborn from the ashes!"

Frigg gripped Tyr's shoulder tightly, her sharp fingernails almost sinking into his flesh.

"Do not hold back!"

"Do not underestimate the enemy!"

"Go!"

"Tear them all to pieces!!!"

At this moment.

In the most remote corner of the spectator stand.

In the shadows.

Loki crossed his arms, the corners of his mouth curling into an extremely sinister sneer.

He watched the Duel Arena coldly.

His eyes flashing with mockery and triumph.

Go!

Go and die!

Whether it is you.

Or that human.

Fight to your heart's content!

Whichever one of you dies.

This god...

Will be the final winner!