The movents of the five Cursed Warriors froze simultaneously, and a brand-new golden fla instantly swept over their entire bodies.
This fla was unlike any before; it carried both the purifying power of the Sun fire, the destructive power of the Eternal Fla, and the majesty of Odin's power.
The Cursed Warriors tried to resist, but they discovered that their scaled armor was like paper in the flas, lt instantly, their bodies engulfed by the fire, emitting shrill screams.
The golden fla spread across their bodies like flowing water.
Wherever it passed, armor turned into specks of light, flesh Vaporize into steam, and dark energy was purified into pure light.
The five massive bodies completely disappeared within five seconds, leaving not even a trace of ash, as if they had never existed.
The corridor returned to silence.
Only Mavuika stood there, her body radiating a soft and holy light.
Subsequently, she transford into a stream of light, breaking through the do of the Golden Palace and ascending into the sky of Asgard.
Outside the Golden Palace, the battle was locked in a brutal stalemate.
Odin and Malekith were dueling a thousand ters in the air; every collision between the Eternal Spear and the Aether Particle triggered spatial tremors.
The scarlet energy in Malekith's hands shifted like a living thing, sotis into countless spikes, sotis into a black hole that devoured everything, and sotis into a toxic mist that corroded all things.
Although Odin was strong, in the face of the Reality Stone's clearance to modify reality, he found it difficult to gain a decisive advantage for the mont.
On the ground battlefield, the Asgardian warriors had already gone berserk.
The battle formation ford by the Valkyrie Legion was torn apart and reorganized ti and again by the suicide charges of the Dark Elves, and the soldiers of the Death Guard were also fighting desperately.
Heimdall stood guard at the hub of the Bifrost Bridge, his eyes reflecting the tragic state of the entire battlefield.
The great sword in his hand was nearly blunted, and hundreds of Dark Elf corpses were piled at his feet, but the defensive line on the periphery of the hub he was guarding was already crumbling.
Brynhildr led the Valkyrie in a charge with a sword in one hand, her golden armor stained dark red with blood.
Volstagg, Hogun, and other warriors of the Heavenly Palace were separated and surrounded, fighting bitterly back-to-back.
Even more terrifyingly, the Dark Elves' fleet began indiscriminate bombing of the civilian areas.
The Protection Array collapsed one after another under continuous bombardnt, and flas and ruins devoured innocent lives.
The breath of despair began to spread.
Then, the light ca.
It did not co from the warships in the sky, nor from Odin's thunder, but from every single person.
It started with the wounded soldiers.
Those Asgardian warriors lying on the ground, waiting for death to descend, suddenly felt a warmth in their chests.
Looking down, a small, golden-red fla ignited from their wounds.
It was not Burning pain, but warmth.
Where the fla flowed, wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, broken bones reconnected, and lost blood regenerated within their bodies.
Then it was those still fighting.
Exhaustion receded like the tide, consud divine power was replenished, and the weapons in their hands seed to be endowed with extra power; every slash was more powerful and precise.
A Valkyrie, whose chest was pierced by a Dark Elf spear, fell amidst the sorrowful cries of her companions, her pupils began to Swirl.
But three seconds later, the golden-red fla on her chest surged violently, the piercing wound disappeared, and her heart began to beat again.
She opened her eyes, dazed for a mont, then grabbed the sword at her side, stood up again, and killed toward the dumbfounded enemy.
A Death Guard soldier, torn in half by a Cursed Warrior, had his broken body reorganized, stitched, and restored within the golden-red flas.
He shook his newly born head, picked up his battle axe, let out a war cry, and threw himself back into the battle.
Miracles happened in every corner of the battlefield.
It was not an isolated case, but universal.
All Asgardians, whether warriors or civilians, whether injured or dying, had that warm golden-red fla ignite on their bodies.
The fla did not burn people or objects; instead, it enhanced their strength.
People looked up.
They saw the light source.
The sky of Asgard, that sky obscured by the Dark Elves' fleet and as dim as night, was now illuminated by a newborn "Sun."
Mavuika hovered directly above the Golden Palace, her body Burning with light that was pure to the extre; the light was not blinding but dazzling, spilling onto the earth as if it were a physical substance.
Her long hair floated upward like flas, and her white-gold robe was holy and dazzling in the light.
Using Hela's Death Divine Power as a trigger, the Reverie Rule within Mavuika completely awakened.
She wrapped every person in Asgard with the laws of the Resurrection Poem, through the new power fused from the Eternal Fla and herself.
On this land, during this ti defined by her, every soul fighting for Asgard would be protected by the Resurrection Poem.
It was not true immortality; the Resurrection Poem could not yet transcend the ultimate law of death. Rather, before the war ended, and before Mavuika's power was exhausted, every fallen warrior would be reborn in the flas, carrying their complete mories, complete life, and complete strength, to throw themselves back into the battle.
Mavuika opened her eyes, her golden pupils like two Suns, and her voice spread to every corner of Asgard through the light.
"In the na of Marvika, the Sun Goddess —"
"The Resurrection Poem shall protect all lives fighting for Asgard, until the war ends!"
All of Asgard erupted into a thunderous roar; it was the reignition of hope, the eruption of faith, a raging fire that could not be extinguished by any darkness.
"For Asgard!"
"For the sun goddess!"
The warriors surged toward the enemy like a tide.
This ti, they no longer feared death, nor did they cherish their lives, because death was only a brief rest, and because the goddess was with them.
A warrior was pierced by three spears and fell, but three seconds later, he stood up in the flas and counter-killed the enemy.
A Valkyrie squad was wiped out by a Cursed Warrior, but ten seconds later, flas ignited simultaneously, everyone was reborn, and they ford a battle formation to surround and kill that Cursed Warrior.
The Dark Elves' offensive was forcefully contained.
They could not understand everything happening before their eyes.
The enemies could not be killed, their morale could not be broken; instead, they fought more bravely as they fought, and even the civilians who should have had no combat power turned into lunatics who did not fear death.
Fear sprouted in the hearts of the Dark Elves for the first ti.
Malekith also saw the drastic change below during his duel with Odin; his scarlet eyes stared fixedly at Mavuika in the sky, and for the first ti, shock and anger appeared in his expression.
The battle, at this mont, was completely reversed.
The scales began to tilt, toward Asgard, toward that newborn Sun, toward an unstoppable bright future.
And all of this started with that woman hovering in the sky, who had ignited the undying fire for the entire kingdom.
Marvica Odinson, the sun goddess, at this mont, truly beca the guardian deity of Asgard.
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