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The gods had really fallen from their place. To use the elves in such a horrendous way. Heimdall wouldn't have been surprised if the elves would have come in the jurisdiction of the Olympus. But the elves belonged to Asgard and for them to behave this way could mean only one thing... Odin too was seeing Arnold as a threat.
Either it was that or the fact that he could have been overthrown from the throne by someone else. However, this wasn't possible because Heimdall would know about it if something like that would have happened.
Either way, it wasn't good news for Arnold. Asgard would have never supported Olympus in any way, shape or form. It was possible that Loki and Zeus twisted the narrative in their favour and made the others do as they asked.
"May the All-father give you peace and a seat in Valhalla..." Heimdall uttered those words whenever an Elven soul was taken away by his sword.
Hercules, on the other hand, had grown awfully silent ever since he realised what had been done to the elves. He was wordlessly slaying them one after another, however, the more elves they killed, the stronger the rest of them became.
Why? Because the elves were devouring their fallen comrades to gain more strength. As if that wasn't enough, Arnold's summons had even more surprises waiting for them...
"Argh!" Suddenly Hercules let out a painful scream, one that shrouded every other noise around him.
Heimdall immediately turned his attention towards the Olympian champion, only to see that he had been stabbed by a weapon... but not just any weapon, it was a god slaying weapon. But what surprised him, even more, was the person holding onto the sword...
How could he not recognise them? He had fought countless times beside them. Let it be the battle with the frost giants or the battle against Mimir. Still, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the warrior three standing in front of him amongst the elves.
They weren't alone either. With them was their leader, Lady Sif. She was the one who stabbed her sword into the flesh of the Olympian.
Standing at 6'5" tall, Lady Sif had a resilient feel about her, much like her love interest Thor. However, that wasn't the only thing she shared with Thor, her knee-length golden hair was exactly like his too.
Her body was completely covered in body armour but even that couldn't stop her brown radiant skin from glowing like a star and in her hands was the sword Odin especially had, had forged for her.
As for the warrior three, all of them were just as strong as Heimdall remembered. Their appearance on the battlefield also proved many points that Heimdall was previously wondering about. Lady Sif and the warriors came under the direct command and authority of the All-father himself.
After seeing them there, he had no doubts that Asgard had made Arnold his enemy and if Asgard had turned against Arnold then it was safe to assume other Pantheons had turned against him either.
Heimdall rushed over to Hercules and slammed his shoulders against Sif, pushing her back. At the same time, Alice used her magic to heal whatever damage she could while Ogur was keeping them busy.
Hercules and Heimdall, both might have become somewhat like the undead, but they still retained most of their properties as a god. That was why Sif's attack hurt Hercules more than it should have hurt an undead. But thanks to Alice, Hercules was able to get back on his feet faster than Heimdall had assumed.
Just by sparing them a look, Heimdall realised that the elves weren't the only ones consuming themselves. The Asgardians had been doing the same as well. Their red eyes served as the proof of their blasphemy.
"Who would have thought I would see the great Heimdall fall from grace so much," Sif spat out in disgust, "You were a god, one of the strongest ones to have ever graced the universe with his presence and now look at you. You're nothing more than a henchman for a brat who couldn't even obey the rules of the tournament-"
"It would be better if someone like you doesn't lecture someone else about pride and honour when you had sold all those things to stop the so-called 'brat'." Heimdall barked right back at her, "If Asgard has fallen so low that they had to use the unspeakable horrors of Mimir, then I am glad that I no longer belong with the cowards who can't even protect the one species they swore to protect."
"Haha, this is a war Heimdall. There are no laws and rules. It is only about the survival of the fittest and nothing more." Volstarg, the fattest and the most arrogant one amongst the warrior three mocked Heimdall.
Weirdly enough, previously Volstarg was the one who respected Heimdall the most, but it looked like as soon as Heimdall renounced his Asgardian lineage, the fatso thought it was no longer necessary to respect his elder. Well, if he thought so, then Heimdal had no problems doing the same.
"It's amusing seeing you talk about survival of the fittest despite having an abdomen the entire universe could fit into. I suggest you stop eating pigs, or soon enough you'll have to be crowned as their king." Heimdall said with a smirk on his face and readied his sword and turned towards Alice, "Young lady, you might want to step back a bit right about now."
Volstarg had always been conscious about his weight but never really did anything about it. That was the reason, Heimdall decided to throw a low blow at the walking road roller. Sure enough, just like he had predicted, Volstarg was consumed with rage and charged towards Heimdall like a mad titan.
However, before he could even lay a finger on Heimdall, his face was met with Hercules' fist and he was thrown right back towards the warriors.
"I always thought of Asgardians as proud warriors." Hercules scoffed, "But it looks like the gods really have fallen so low they see no problem in stabbing someone from behind. I shouldn't say this, but I'm am glad I died before turning into some morons like you."
He then turned towards Ogur who was busy fighting off the other two-thirds of the warrior three, "You, leave them for us. Focus on taking care of the elves and protecting the pretty lady.. We'll handle the four bastards."
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The gods had really fallen from their place. To use the elves in such a horrendous way. Heimdall wouldn't have been surprised if the elves would have come in the jurisdiction of the Olympus. But the elves belonged to Asgard and for them to behave this way could mean only one thing... Odin too was seeing Arnold as a threat.
Either it was that or the fact that he could have been overthrown from the throne by someone else. However, this wasn't possible because Heimdall would know about it if something like that would have happened.
Either way, it wasn't good news for Arnold. Asgard would have never supported Olympus in any way, shape or form. It was possible that Loki and Zeus twisted the narrative in their favour and made the others do as they asked.
"May the All-father give you peace and a seat in Valhalla..." Heimdall uttered those words whenever an Elven soul was taken away by his sword.
Hercules, on the other hand, had grown awfully silent ever since he realised what had been done to the elves. He was wordlessly slaying them one after another, however, the more elves they killed, the stronger the rest of them became.
Why? Because the elves were devouring their fallen comrades to gain more strength. As if that wasn't enough, Arnold's summons had even more surprises waiting for them...
"Argh!" Suddenly Hercules let out a painful scream, one that shrouded every other noise around him.
Heimdall immediately turned his attention towards the Olympian champion, only to see that he had been stabbed by a weapon... but not just any weapon, it was a god slaying weapon. But what surprised him, even more, was the person holding onto the sword...
How could he not recognise them? He had fought countless times beside them. Let it be the battle with the frost giants or the battle against Mimir. Still, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the warrior three standing in front of him amongst the elves.
They weren't alone either. With them was their leader, Lady Sif. She was the one who stabbed her sword into the flesh of the Olympian.
Standing at 6'5" tall, Lady Sif had a resilient feel about her, much like her love interest Thor. However, that wasn't the only thing she shared with Thor, her knee-length golden hair was exactly like his too.
Her body was completely covered in body armour but even that couldn't stop her brown radiant skin from glowing like a star and in her hands was the sword Odin especially had, had forged for her.
As for the warrior three, all of them were just as strong as Heimdall remembered. Their appearance on the battlefield also proved many points that Heimdall was previously wondering about. Lady Sif and the warriors came under the direct command and authority of the All-father himself.
After seeing them there, he had no doubts that Asgard had made Arnold his enemy and if Asgard had turned against Arnold then it was safe to assume other Pantheons had turned against him either.
Heimdall rushed over to Hercules and slammed his shoulders against Sif, pushing her back. At the same time, Alice used her magic to heal whatever damage she could while Ogur was keeping them busy.
Hercules and Heimdall, both might have become somewhat like the undead, but they still retained most of their properties as a god. That was why Sif's attack hurt Hercules more than it should have hurt an undead. But thanks to Alice, Hercules was able to get back on his feet faster than Heimdall had assumed.
Just by sparing them a look, Heimdall realised that the elves weren't the only ones consuming themselves. The Asgardians had been doing the same as well. Their red eyes served as the proof of their blasphemy.
"Who would have thought I would see the great Heimdall fall from grace so much," Sif spat out in disgust, "You were a god, one of the strongest ones to have ever graced the universe with his presence and now look at you. You're nothing more than a henchman for a brat who couldn't even obey the rules of the tournament-"
"It would be better if someone like you doesn't lecture someone else about pride and honour when you had sold all those things to stop the so-called 'brat'." Heimdall barked right back at her, "If Asgard has fallen so low that they had to use the unspeakable horrors of Mimir, then I am glad that I no longer belong with the cowards who can't even protect the one species they swore to protect."
"Haha, this is a war Heimdall. There are no laws and rules. It is only about the survival of the fittest and nothing more." Volstarg, the fattest and the most arrogant one amongst the warrior three mocked Heimdall.
Weirdly enough, previously Volstarg was the one who respected Heimdall the most, but it looked like as soon as Heimdall renounced his Asgardian lineage, the fatso thought it was no longer necessary to respect his elder. Well, if he thought so, then Heimdal had no problems doing the same.
"It's amusing seeing you talk about survival of the fittest despite having an abdomen the entire universe could fit into. I suggest you stop eating pigs, or soon enough you'll have to be crowned as their king." Heimdall said with a smirk on his face and readied his sword and turned towards Alice, "Young lady, you might want to step back a bit right about now."
Volstarg had always been conscious about his weight but never really did anything about it. That was the reason, Heimdall decided to throw a low blow at the walking road roller. Sure enough, just like he had predicted, Volstarg was consumed with rage and charged towards Heimdall like a mad titan.
However, before he could even lay a finger on Heimdall, his face was met with Hercules' fist and he was thrown right back towards the warriors.
"I always thought of Asgardians as proud warriors." Hercules scoffed, "But it looks like the gods really have fallen so low they see no problem in stabbing someone from behind. I shouldn't say this, but I'm am glad I died before turning into some morons like you."
He then turned towards Ogur who was busy fighting off the other two-thirds of the warrior three, "You, leave them for us. Focus on taking care of the elves and protecting the pretty lady.. We'll handle the four bastards."
The gods had really fallen from their place. To use the elves in such a horrendous way. Heimdall wouldn't have been surprised if the elves would have come in the jurisdiction of the Olympus. But the elves belonged to Asgard and for them to behave this way could mean only one thing... Odin too was seeing Arnold as a threat.Either it was that or the fact that he could have been overthrown from the throne by someone else. However, this wasn't possible because Heimdall would know about it if something like that would have happened. Either way, it wasn't good news for Arnold. Asgard would have never supported Olympus in any way, shape or form. It was possible that Loki and Zeus twisted the narrative in their favour and made the others do as they asked. "May the All-father give you peace and a seat in Valhalla..." Heimdall uttered those words whenever an Elven soul was taken away by his sword. Hercules, on the other hand, had grown awfully silent ever since he realised what had been done to the elves. He was wordlessly slaying them one after another, however, the more elves they killed, the stronger the rest of them became. Why? Because the elves were devouring their fallen comrades to gain more strength. As if that wasn't enough, Arnold's summons had even more surprises waiting for them... "Argh!" Suddenly Hercules let out a painful scream, one that shrouded every other noise around him.Heimdall immediately turned his attention towards the Olympian champion, only to see that he had been stabbed by a weapon... but not just any weapon, it was a god slaying weapon. But what surprised him, even more, was the person holding onto the sword...How could he not recognise them? He had fought countless times beside them. Let it be the battle with the frost giants or the battle against Mimir. Still, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the warrior three standing in front of him amongst the elves. They weren't alone either. With them was their leader, Lady Sif. She was the one who stabbed her sword into the flesh of the Olympian. Standing at 6'5" tall, Lady Sif had a resilient feel about her, much like her love interest Thor. However, that wasn't the only thing she shared with Thor, her knee-length golden hair was exactly like his too.Her body was completely covered in body armour but even that couldn't stop her brown radiant skin from glowing like a star and in her hands was the sword Odin especially had, had forged for her. As for the warrior three, all of them were just as strong as Heimdall remembered. Their appearance on the battlefield also proved many points that Heimdall was previously wondering about. Lady Sif and the warriors came under the direct command and authority of the All-father himself.After seeing them there, he had no doubts that Asgard had made Arnold his enemy and if Asgard had turned against Arnold then it was safe to assume other Pantheons had turned against him either. Heimdall rushed over to Hercules and slammed his shoulders against Sif, pushing her back. At the same time, Alice used her magic to heal whatever damage she could while Ogur was keeping them busy. Hercules and Heimdall, both might have become somewhat like the undead, but they still retained most of their properties as a god. That was why Sif's attack hurt Hercules more than it should have hurt an undead. But thanks to Alice, Hercules was able to get back on his feet faster than Heimdall had assumed.Just by sparing them a look, Heimdall realised that the elves weren't the only ones consuming themselves. The Asgardians had been doing the same as well. Their red eyes served as the proof of their blasphemy. "Who would have thought I would see the great Heimdall fall from grace so much," Sif spat out in disgust, "You were a god, one of the strongest ones to have ever graced the universe with his presence and now look at you. You're nothing more than a henchman for a brat who couldn't even obey the rules of the tournament-""It would be better if someone like you doesn't lecture someone else about pride and honour when you had sold all those things to stop the so-called 'brat'." Heimdall barked right back at her, "If Asgard has fallen so low that they had to use the unspeakable horrors of Mimir, then I am glad that I no longer belong with the cowards who can't even protect the one species they swore to protect.""Haha, this is a war Heimdall. There are no laws and rules. It is only about the survival of the fittest and nothing more." Volstarg, the fattest and the most arrogant one amongst the warrior three mocked Heimdall.Weirdly enough, previously Volstarg was the one who respected Heimdall the most, but it looked like as soon as Heimdall renounced his Asgardian lineage, the fatso thought it was no longer necessary to respect his elder. Well, if he thought so, then Heimdal had no problems doing the same."It's amusing seeing you talk about survival of the fittest despite having an abdomen the entire universe could fit into. I suggest you stop eating pigs, or soon enough you'll have to be crowned as their king." Heimdall said with a smirk on his face and readied his sword and turned towards Alice, "Young lady, you might want to step back a bit right about now."Volstarg had always been conscious about his weight but never really did anything about it. That was the reason, Heimdall decided to throw a low blow at the walking road roller. Sure enough, just like he had predicted, Volstarg was consumed with rage and charged towards Heimdall like a mad titan.However, before he could even lay a finger on Heimdall, his face was met with Hercules' fist and he was thrown right back towards the warriors. "I always thought of Asgardians as proud warriors." Hercules scoffed, "But it looks like the gods really have fallen so low they see no problem in stabbing someone from behind. I shouldn't say this, but I'm am glad I died before turning into some morons like you."He then turned towards Ogur who was busy fighting off the other two-thirds of the warrior three, "You, leave them for us. Focus on taking care of the elves and protecting the pretty lady.. We'll handle the four bastards."
