The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 974 - 79: Your Infamy is Known to All

Mist Country, the Southernmost Icefield.

The howling cold wind roars like wild beasts, creating huge waves of snow. Time seems to freeze, everything is covered by layers of thick snow, and the extremely harsh environment makes this pale and silent world seem like a cold icy hell that devours life, forbidding any outsiders from entering.

However, dozens of Frost Giants with ice-blue skin and red eyes, withstand the intense cold and freezing snow, carrying on through the occasional Aether Storms, advancing towards the end of the icefield.

After an unknown period of trekking, towering steep ice mountains stand across the barren icefield.

The surface of the ice mountains is covered with neatly arranged ice edges and peaks, each with a distinct shape; some like sharp blades pointing at the sky, others like rounded pillars supporting the entire ice body. These ice ridges and peaks, carved over the years, have formed unique textures and shapes.

Like, ancient and desolate tombstones.

Passing through this group of ice mountains, the Frost Giant Priest leading the way stops excitedly, turns back and says:

"Your Majesty, we have arrived!"

Frost Giant King Lafei lifts his head, following the direction pointed by the elderly Frost Giant Priest.

From miles away, the deep blue icefield is replaced by a world ablaze with scarlet. Patches of volcanoes erupt continuously, with high-temperature lava flowing wantonly on the ground.

That is the dwelling place of the Fire Giants, the legendary Fire Country—Muspelheim.

However, even as the Frost Giants continue to approach this fiery world, they do not feel the slightest heat or high temperature.

Because, a silver-gray misty chasm separates the realms of ice and fire.

It is neither light nor darkness but a void that transcends time and space. Like an invisible boundary river, it stretches between the cold Niflheim and the scorching Muspelheim, isolating these two extremes of cold and heat.

From a distance, the cold mist rises slowly from Niflheim, entwining with the hot flames bursting from Muspelheim producing a picture that is both magnificent and eerie.

Finally, they arrive at the Golden Chasm!

Lafei breathes a sigh of relief, his heart finally settling in his stomach after the anxious journey.

Following the [Divine Revelation] obtained from fate and prophecy, he led his confidants from Etheregar City, and they have now reached this primordial place where the world originated.

The harsh environment and long journey are secondary; more importantly, to reach the Golden Chasm, they had to cross through the center of the Mist Country.

Where the Black Dragon King Nidhogg and a large number of Death Black Snakes reside near the Hvagmir Spring.

These fiercely territorial creatures, once sensing the scent of outsiders, often launch insane hunts on them.

Before setting out, Lafei even prepared to sacrifice his entire team of confidants to ensure safe passage to the Golden Chasm.

Unexpectedly, the journey turned out to be surprisingly smooth.

They not only avoided encountering the legendary Black Dragon King Nidhogg and those terrifying black snake tides, even the characteristic extreme cold and Aether Storms of the Mist Country were somewhat lessened.

Capturing a few departed souls wandering near the Hvagmir Spring, after repeated interrogation, they learned:

Recently, a powerful mysterious group has been committing crimes across the Mist Country, not only plundering much of the Hvagmir Spring water but also beating the Black Dragon King Nidhogg and his subordinate Black Snake Army half to death.

—Indeed, twice.

Unable to withstand the assault, the Black Dragon King Nidhogg then led his Black Snake Army to relocate.

It’s said they fled to the Nastrolund region of the Netherworld, planning to lay low there for some time.

Thanks to Nidhogg and the Black Snake Army’s escape, Lafei’s team passed safely through the Hvagmir Spring region, reaching the Golden Chasm without a single casualty.

This is simply a miracle!

Lafei shakes his head, then with a gleam in his eyes and his blood surging with excitement, he thinks:

No, it must be fate’s favor.

—Heaven’s destiny is with me!

Heaven has destined me to revive the Frost Giant Clan and reclaim control over the Nine Realms from the Asa Divine Race!

Lafei clenches his fists excitedly, leading his confidant Frost Giants towards the Great Chasm ahead

In the chasm, everything seems so illusory and unreal. There is no sky, no earth, only endless chaos swirling around. Occasionally, a stream of cold air meets a wave of heat, sparking wonderful fireworks, as if revealing the secrets of the world’s birth.

And today, Lafei has brought his confidants from afar for this very secret.

"It’s about time, let’s begin!"

At Lafei’s command, more than a dozen Frost Giant Wizards immediately strike their staffs, opening the Magic Circle Diagram, and retrieve hundreds of blood-drenched beating hearts.

These include hearts of Magic Beasts, Giants, Dwarfs, and Deities...

All are high-quality prey captured recently by the Frost Giant Clan, each possessing considerable strength and robust vitality.

And these hearts, are their most essential parts.

The Frost Giant Wizards hold up the blood-drenched hearts, placing them onto the newly constructed makeshift altar, and chanting in unison:

"In the beginning, the everlasting fate nurtured the Giant, Ymir.