It was said that the divine kingdom in Sotofia was a city flowing with light. It rose from the ground under the great power of the God of Light and Fire. It was peaceful, comfortable, and beautiful. It was always filled with warm sunlight, helping people to stay away from diseases and curses. Everyone could have a farm full of cows and sheep, fruits and vegetables. Even if they did not have to work hard, there was an endless supply of good wine waiting to be enjoyed.
But it was also a place of dreams. Many people who came after hearing the news could not find the entrance to the city. Sotofia was only open to the believers of the God of Light and Fire. To find it, one had to be pious and even fanatical enough.
All this was not a problem for Odín. She was a real god and was very sensitive to the flow of divine power. The illusion left by Natorius could not affect her. Odín easily found the hiding place of the God of Light and Fire and stabbed the spear into the warm air.
The so-called divine kingdom on land was indeed in Sotofia, but it was not a real city, but a tree without roots. Natorius found a miniature half bitwall and connected its space-time node to a certain place in Sotofia. He used it as his own kingdom to absorb believers and faith.
The demiplane that was shrouded in darkness slowly revealed itself under the push of divine power. In just a few seconds, the protection of the miniature plane had already collapsed. The particles that made up the material flew everywhere with long, beautiful tails behind them. The brilliant light of elemental explosions and the disintegration of space could be seen everywhere.
Waves of imperceptible seismic waves spread outwards. This shaking was not even enough to shake the water in the cup, but it cycled back and forth. After more than a dozen continuous vibrations, the entire demiplane finally showed its full appearance, and the door opened.
Odín stepped into Natorius' divine kingdom.
She briefly explored for a while and found that this space was not as large and firm as Airadia. The rules of the plane were also very rough. Obviously, the God of Light and Fire did not really develop it. He only made some small modifications on the surface to make it look exquisite and beautiful.
Odín flew along the low hills. There were continuous flowerbeds and orchards on both sides. The terrain was getting lower and lower. Finally, she saw a sparkling lake. The reflection of the lake showed a brilliant golden color, like flowing gold.
On the shore of the lake was a settlement full of ancient style. The scale was between a town and a village. White stone pillars covered with vines were its border. In the center of the settlement stood a majestic palace. The layout was grand and elegant.
When she withdrew her gaze, the army of Zealots had already surrounded her. There were no living people in this place. The ordinary believers had either become Zealots who could continuously provide faith, or were turned into servants of Natorius who gave everything to him.
Odín swung the Spear of Eternity without mercy. The Spear of Eternity bloomed with blazing light and pierced toward the Zealots with invincible power. The army in front of Odín remained calm and did not retreat a single step. They used their fragile armor to take the full brunt of the attack. One-third of the Zealots fell, but only the dull sound of falling could be heard. There was no cry of pain.
Whether it was the Zealots or the servants of God, in a sense, they could no longer be regarded as intelligent life. Slaughtering them would not burden Odín mentally. She easily cleared these small obstacles and ascended to Natorius' palace.
The towering dome covered a huge area, and the inside of the majestic palace was unusually empty. There were no obstructing furnishings or servants, and only a throne stood quietly at the end of the palace. Odin dragged his spear forward, and his high-heeled silver boots made clacking sounds as he stepped on the marble floor.
Natorius sat on the golden throne and looked calmly at Odín approaching slowly. It was as if the person in front of him was not an intruder into his kingdom, but a friend who had come to visit.
When Odín was only thirty meters away from him, Natorius suddenly sighed. "When I heard that the son of the Black Dragon was also a god, I didn't want to believe it. I didn't expect it to be the case."
"Are these your last words?"
Natorius sighed. "I have shown my concession and pulled back from the whirlpool of war. When the gods murdered the Black Dragon, I did not do anything. Why are you still unwilling to forgive me and insist on provoking blood and fire?"
"My father fought the Demon Lord to the death in order to protect Eladia, but you ambushed him from behind."
Odín shook her head. "We will not forget this."
"At that time, I was still under Pyro's control and had to act according to the will of the Sun Sovereign," Natorius said coldly.
"You have a reason, but it doesn't mean you won't be punished."
Odín said, "You hurt my father, so I want to kill you."
"Ha."
The God of Light and Flame could no longer maintain his calmness and indifference. He could not help but laugh out loud. The echoes of his laughter collided under the dome. "Foolish and arrogant. You dare to challenge my throne with just a Primordial Divine Artifact of Eladia? It would be more appropriate if your father were here!"
"If my father came, you would tremble, right?" Odín said softly.
"Impudent!"
Natorius suddenly stood up, flames surging behind him. He stretched out his hand and the golden throne twisted in the flames, turned into liquid and poured into the hands of the God of Light and Fire. It condensed into a brilliant spear again.
He pointed forward. "Die, evil god!"
The transformation was forcibly broken, and Odin revealed his true form as a dragon. His slender body of twenty meters was a good target. Natorius held the divine spear in his hand, and the magnificent divine light filled the palace. He stabbed at the imprisoned Dragon Fairy. "With your weak divine power, you are not qualified to bare your fangs at me!"
What shocked Natorius was that the chains of order crisscrossed in the void and entangled the spear at an unimaginable speed. It was like a python entangling its prey until it was completely shattered.
"Don't you understand that the strength of divine power is not the standard to judge the Dragon God? Her Majesty Tiamat is only a mid-level divine power, and His Majesty Bahamut is only a low-level divine power."
Odín raised his head. His beautiful scales flashed with deep purple flowing light. He had entered his third form. "But if you dare to face their true bodies, you will only be annihilated into dust by the unstoppable dragon breath."
The purplish dragon lunged forward. Odin had already completely grasped the Eternal Spear. When he was in his dragon form, he had become one with it, allowing the indestructible and unstoppable characteristics of the Eternal Spear to spread to every corner of his body. Every movement of his was filled with unparalleled sharpness, easily piercing through the air and creating terrifying thunderous booms.
"A weak god is a weak god."
The God of Light and Fire said coldly and moved quickly. Odín's sharp claws could only catch his residual shadow. Natorius could draw power from his divine kingdom at will. Endless divine spells could be released with just a thought. After another teleportation, he found an opportunity. Odín's scales were not as hard and thick as the Black Emperor's. The places where the divine spear slashed were cut like paper, leaving a terrible wound.
The next moment, the dragon retaliated. His sharp claws covered Natorius without any gap and crushed his body. The God of Light and Fire had to distance himself and use his divine power to restore his body.
"Maybe I'm a weak god, but I heard that you, a mid-level god, were destroyed with just a glance. You only managed to survive under the protection of the Sun King." Odín showed her rare harshness. "Is it true?"
Natorius was furious. That scene was undoubtedly a disgrace to him. Odín's words had touched the dignity of a god. He drew power from his divine kingdom like a mountain. Violent waves of divine power washed over the entire palace. Dazzling light condensed in the hands of the God of Light and Fire, instantly piercing through the dragon's body.
This was exactly what Odín wanted. She did not feel much pressure here. Perhaps because of the deterrence of the Black Emperor, Natorius did not put much effort into building his divine kingdom. He only used it as a gimmick to attract believers and was ready to withdraw at any time. As the God of Light and Fire squandered in the battle, his unstable foundation was rapidly collapsing and disintegrating. The laws of his divine kingdom were also affected.
Although Odín was now at a disadvantage and had to constantly use divine power to restore her body, she had more than just divine power. As time passed, the situation would eventually be reversed.