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Chapter 1086: The Thirteenth Vault Of Heaven [Part 2]

Everyone who had a system had access to the Divine Treasure Vault.

As long as they had millions of system points, buying even Legendary and Divine Weapons was not impossible.

Naturally, Thriteen’s previous hosts were no exception.

Unfortunately, they were mere Cannon Fodders, so most of them never earned enough system points to buy such items. It could’ve been possible with more time, but their lives were cut short as they met their fated Bad End.

One of Thirteen’s Hosts was an Einherjar who fought in the battle of Ragnarok.

He was one of the last Einherjars to die, all thanks to the grace of the Valkyries, Choosers of the Slain, who saved him from time to time.

Every proud warrior in Midgard who had died a glorious death in battle would be brought to Valhalla to become an Einherjar.

They were warriors meant to stand against the forces threatening the Nine Realms, and every one of them fought with unwavering valor.

One of Thirteen’s previous hosts, Cain, had been chosen by the youngest of the thirteen legendary Valkyries, Mist.

During the battle of Ragnarok, Mist fought alongside her chosen ones and died protecting them against the giants of Jotun.

That time, as Cain’s tears streamed down like rain, he looked across the battlefield.

Countless Giants, Monsters, Asgardians, Einherjars, and Valkyries lay dead or dying.

Even the mightiest of the Norse Gods had fallen one by one.

Then, a faint orb of light rose up from Mist’s body.

It wasn’t her soul, but her essence.

The part of her that wished to continue fighting for what she believed in, refusing to yield even in death.

Cain took it, and Thirteen stored it inside his Soul Core.

Perhaps knowing that this was his last mission, Cain decided to look for the essence of the brave warriors who still wished to fight.

It was then that he saw the essences floating above the bodies of the twelve other Valkyries who had fought bravely until their last breath.

Cain took them all, and after seeing that none was left behind, he gave Thirteen his last order.

“Make sure that they would once again fight a good fight,” Cain ordered. “Thirteen, it has been an honor fighting alongside you.”

And with that, Cain roared his battlecry as he ran past a comrade fighting with everything he had, just like him.

That person’s name was William.

William Pendragon.

He was one of Cain’s friends who had fought on many battlefields with him.

Fighting alongside William was the Valkyrie, Wendy, and a Giantess who goes by the name Chiffon.

The two glanced at each other, knowing full well that this war could no longer be won.

But so what?

They were the Einherjars.

The last line of defense of Asgard.

As long as they were standing, Asgard would remain.

When they fall, Asgard would be no more.

Cain fought until he could no longer fight.

He lay on the ground, unable to move, for he had already sustained injuries that rendered him unable to fight anymore.

Thirteen watched as his brave host was stepped on by a Jotun, crushing his body under its feet.

The System of Cannon Fodders rose up to hold Cain’s soul and personally sent it to the cycle of reincarnation.

This was the last of his duty, just as what he had done for his other hosts.

After that great battle, Thirteen didn’t look for another host right away.

No.

He returned to the world of the Systems, Scadrez, and locked himself up in his own workshop.

Using the essences of the Valkyries, he created his own thirteen valkyries.

They were the legacy of brave warriors of Asgard, and the last wish of his host was to let them fight once more.

Years passed as he worked non-stop in order to fulfill Cain’s last order.

Two decades later, he was finally done.

The brave Valkyries might have taken different forms, but their will to fight lived on.

He then stored them in the Thirteenth Vault of Heaven, which belonged solely to him.

And now, he was calling for them to fight once more to show the Gods that even cannon fodders have things they held sacred!

The Vault of Heaven opened wide, and from within its darkness, thirteen pairs of eyes locked onto the young lady’s enemies.

Lucan, Azoh’Karn, and the Azothralls felt incredible pressure from those gazes, forcing them to back away in haste.

From within the Vault of Heaven, a Celestial Lion leapt out. Its golden mane was ablaze, and its roar echoed like a thunderclap. She was the legacy of Brynhildr, one of the strongest of them all.

Soon after her came a second figure—a towering Blade Serpent, its body gleaming with countless razor-sharp edges. She was Hildr, the Dancer of Blades, and among the bravest of them all.

Suddenly, a wolf howl reverberated in the surroundings. A blood-red wolf appeared, its eyes glowing golden. The Crimson Rider, Skogul, who was often referred to as the Predator of the Battlefield, bared its fangs at the Artemians, who were bullying their friend and Master.

Another creature stepped out of the Vault of Heaven, its pincers and stingers ready to strike. The Silent Spear, Goll, who specialized in death without a sound.

A flap of wings was heard, and an Elemental Moth the size of an adult man circled around Zia, as if very happy to see her. She was born out of the essence of Mist, the Valkyrie who brought Cain to Asgard and made him an Einherjar. One of Thirteen’s favorites, who favored him just as much.

The ground shook, and a Crystal Rhinoceros soon emerged out of the vault of heaven. The Crystal Hide Behemoth, Randgridr, whose unstoppable charge and nearly impenetrable defense could break any kind of enemy formation, paving the path to victory.

A hooting sound reached everyone’s ears as the Oracle Owl of the Deep Skies flew out of the vault. Radgridr, the Wise and Wrathful, who mustn’t be confused with her sister Randgridr, flapped its majestic wings and sent a gust of wind against the Artemians as a greeting.

While their names may sound similar, their temperaments were polar opposites of each other.

A noble image, a graceful jump, and antlers that burned like fire. The Firebound Elk, Reginleif, had joined the battle. Her flames symbolized the bittersweet life of sacrifice and rebirth.

There was a saying that the brighter the light, the darker the shadow.

A dark shadow moved out from the vault and merged with Zia’s shadow. A moment later, a four-meter-tall spider appeared, Zia lying on her back.

Her body glowed with countless runes, protecting the beautiful young lady who was fighting to remain conscious. She was none other than Herfjotur, the Webborn Judge.

Once again, another creature emerged from the vault. A creature that no one expected to appear. It was a giant shark that swam through the air, the Storm Shark, Sangridr, who summoned powerful tempests with her untamed fury.

A piercing screech of defiance resonated across the sky, as a Giant Rock covered the light of the sun, sending dark shadows upon the world.

The Giant War Eagle, Geirskogul, who could summon a thunderstorm, had joined the battle.

Second to the last to appear was the Thunder Mammoth, Thrudr, who trumpeted her arrival, creating loud booming sounds. Her legacy of strength remained unchanged, even though the battle of Ragnarok had long ended.

And finally, the Dragon of Ice, Kara, sent a chill at those who gazed upon her majestic figure.

Thirteen’s Valkyries, who were thirteen in number, faced off against their Master’s enemies.

“I leave everything in your hands,” Zia said before finally closing her eyes. She wanted to see if all of her Valkyries were able to cross over after he summoned them.

And now that they were here, Zia knew that she would be safe, at least until the summoning ended.

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