“WOLF AHOY!” Shouted Breadtalk.

“Yea man look at him.. How big is he if we can see him from even this distance?” Beathoven commented

“Wolf."

“Holy shit what in the world can hold him down in that place for so long?” I asked

“Wolf."

“I'm coming for you master!” Soup said.

“Wolf.”

“Okay Breadtalk we get it he's a wolf just what is your problem?” asked Horse.

“Wolf. Hahaha nah I'm just trying to pretend to be a dog. It's quite fun!” Breadtalk said.

Soup jumped on Breadtalk followed by me then Beathoven and Longbean. Horse was busy slapping Breadtalk while he was being pinned down by 4 guys.

“No laughing remember!” said Horse with what I swear was one of the most sinister smiles I've ever seen across a pretty girl's face. With each slap she gave Breadtalk gave progressively louder woofs. Finally he woofed so loud his voice cracked in the middle and went off pitch and I swear since I couldn't see anything much it was just like a dog just orgasmed. All of us laughed which meant even more slapping.

Our nut flew towards Fenrir at top speed and we landed on the icy plains near him. I looked back to check if all the nuts were following us and sure enough 999 nuts took our bearings and were manouvering their way here.

We rushed out of the nut in order to rescue Fenrir but the moment we stepped out of the nut, reality hit us in that moment. Everyone was taken aback. Fenrir was about the size of... Well let's see. If you were a normal human being, just put 100 skyscrapers together horizontally one on top of the other. That was the size of Fenrir.

“OMG MASTER YOU GREW BIGGER!” Soup exclaimed as he shifted into lycan form and ran towards his master.

“You fucking retard I was always this big. Well unless you count my babyhood. Just hurry up and get me out of this. It's something magical and cannot be broken by brute force no matter how many times I've tried.

It was the legendary Gleipnir. The only fetter in existence which could hold back a wolf the size of a mountain. Upon closer inspection, I realised that Gleipnir was crafted out of extremely sturdy material as well as enchanted by mana so pure I could only ravel at the craftsmanship. They didn't cut any ends making this fetter to hold down the wolf god.

Soon, many of the Carnivalists touched down in their nuts and disembarked from their penises to enjoy the glorious and breathtaking scene. One of the biggest names known to players all around the world. The wolf god himself, Fenrir, being held down by Gleipnir on his hind right foot. It was a sight to behold. It was like watching Mariah Carey sing or watching Messi or Ronaldo play soccer or Roger Federer playing tennis live in front of you. You can do nothing but try to take everything in and appreciate this very moment. Unless of course you were Breadtalk.

He was busy flying towards Fenrir's head using his weapon from Loki's armoury. He landed on the top of Fenrir's head and begun to do what he does best. Experiment the weirdest things possible that came to his mind. He went to kick Fenrir in the eye which caused Fenrir to howl so loudly that everyone almost closed their ears with both hands and almost went death.

He then proceeded to bounce around Fenrir's snout and flutter his wings directly in front of Fenrir's nose. Fenrir let out a sneeze so large that Breadtalk flew about 100m in the direction of the sneeze and the snot covered his wings so he just flew like a ball and crash landed into a glacier.

“So... I guess vital spots still work on the gods. We can still poke em in the eye and make them sneeze we have a chance guys!” Breadtalk yelled from the hole in the glacier I presume he was now nestled in, unable to recover from the typhoon he was just a part of.

The rest of us then decided to do our job. Gleipnir was made out of 6 materials, each enchanted highly by a certain branch of magic. Soup was a master blacksmith so he could identify the components of Gleipnir. He identified 6 different solids. Orihalcon, Adamantium, Diamond, Steel, Mithril and Carbon. I on the other hand could identify what went into the production of this fetter. Around the exterior was highly dense, immensely pure earth mana. It was made rock solid, rock hard and rock heavy. The chains were enchanted with ice mana, the make sure the metal stays cool, hard and contracted. There was also electrical mana within the earth mana to give Fenrir shocks whenever he moved to prevent him from moving too much. Gravity mana was dense within the extreme interior of the bound encasing Fenrir's hind right foot. It was supposed to weigh his foot down to prevent him from being able to exert strength. Light and darkness mana was stored within the whole invention in order to balance and counteract any opposing force from the outside should there be any interference. It was well made.

Soup took out his greatsword and used power strike. He tried it on what looked to be the brittlest part of the invention already. The chains. After his sword landed on the chain, the light and darkness mana counteracted with the force and blew Soup backwards. I think the more force you put in, the further you fly. Thus, Soup landed somewhere considerably close to Breadtalk whom I think was just taking a nap now.

“Should I summon Surtr?” Beathoven turned and asked me.

“No. You can only summon him once a day you shouldn't use him here lest there is an emergency later. Is there any way we can break this? Physically this chain is so freaking solid already the only thing we can resort to is high quality spells.” I said to him.

Then we realised and all of us looked to the same person.

“Yes?” Macaroni replied to our stares.

Moments later, Macaroni was casting only her most powerful spells onto the chains of Gleipnir. With mana intuition, I could tell that the mana within those chains were more than strong enough to withhold the attack, even though the fire spells Macaroni was using was already the best against the ice natured chains.

“Fuck this is like fighting our first boss fight all over again. It's impossible! How can we do this?” Beathoven sulked.

My thoughts went back towards the first boss fight. It was against none other than fuzzywuzzy who looked the most hurt now because his master was chained up directly in front of him and he couldn't do anything to help. During that time we only barely won because we managed to dispel his regeneration. This chain didn't use anything like regeneration though. It was just a huge density of mana packed into the chains which prevented outside interference.

We need a huge amount of purely condensed mana to even try to have a shot of breaking one of the links of the chain. Where the hell can we get someone to.. WAIT OF COURSE. HOLY FUCK I'M SMART!

“Beathoven! We can do this! All we have to do is-”

A rumbling sound broke my exclamation mid-sentence. The heavens literally split. There was a crack in the sky. All of a sudden, pegasus with chariots rained down from the sky, heading towards our fortress of nuts in the plains. I could tell from mana intuition all of them were strong. All of them were of light based mana. All of them were soldiers of about level 300. All of them, were Aesir. 10,000 chariots illuminating the sky instead of penises. It was a good change of pace.

This was the moment. Ragnarok has officially started.

“EVERYONE! TO YOUR BATTLE POSITIONS!” I hollered.

Everyone had been assigned groups and positions over the last 3 months before the fight in our intensive training sessions. Each group was built to be independent such that they could function in any situation given the volatile situation of Ragnarok where more than one fight could break out at different parts of the world. The training paid off as within 10 seconds, everyone already found and gathered with their group members and took their fighting positions. Soup and Breadtalk also rushed back to our side but Soup still looked slightly stunned whereas Breadtalk was busy trying to wear his pants. I had no idea why he took out his pants but still. He did it.

I pulled Beathoven near me and told him the plan.

Suddenly, every single Carnivalist in the quest received a notification.

You've been invited to join Jinx's party. Do you agree?

Yes | No

All of them joined the party and I immediately whispered to them.

“Guys this is it. I need all of you to transfer half your mana to me. I need to use it to free Fenrir from Gleipnir. I don't know if it will be enough but by my estimate, that's our best bet. Too little and the chain won't break. Too much and we will be left defenseless against the Aesir. Beathoven has a spell that can transfer party member's mana to me. Please do it now.”

Beathoven started playing Reunion and the buff took it's place. I felt a whole sea of mana come towards me. Half of 6000 player's mana. If each one gave me an average of 2000 mana, I would already have 12 million mana at my disposal. I never felt such power before. I was tempted to use it to conjour an ice field so huge and concentrated it would freeze every Aesir coming out from the crack in the sky but I knew better.

“Divine Judgement!” I screamed, condensing my mana as much as I could, concentrating the 12 million mana of mine to make a fire sword, around 10 times the size of the usual divine judgement but with about 10000 times the mana. I made it fire mana of course to counteract the ice mana flowing within the chains of Gleipnir. As the flaming sword was brought down on one of the links of Gleipnir, I could sense with mana intuition the huge amount of mana that existed withing Gleipnir coming together to repel the incoming attack.

I swore the flaming sword actually lifted off Gleipnir because of the surge of repelling mana but it went down again, concentrated on breaking the link to free the wolf which would turn this spark of Ragnarok into a fully raging inferno. The sword was in contact with the chains for a whole 10 seconds before an outcome was decided. Macaroni helped during this 10 seconds by channeling her own sacred fire from Surtr into the sword.

By then, many of the Aesir and their chariots have touched down onto the plains and fights were breaking out everywhere. Several of our nuts were destroyed by the Aesir on their way down. Their chariots crashed into the giant penis and it looked like the Aesir weren't expecting the careful and intricate architecture of Hermes. The buildings were so sturdy they took out a few of the Aesir when they crashed into the buildings.

At long last, I saw with my eyes the colour of teal mana disappearing. The ice has been purged. The balance of mana was gone. The chain broke with an immistakable “Chink!” sound. At long last, what the gods feared the most has happened right in front of the army they sent to engage us. The wolf of Ragnarok was now free.

Fenrir let loose a huge howl which clearly frightened all of the Aesir. He ran towards the crack in the sky, (yes he actually ran on air because he's a god that way) and devoured any Aesir that came close to him. I was busy thinning out the troops on the plains along with the BOTs while that was happening.

The Aesir were about level 300 which meant that Soup was an absolute beast. He excelled at fighting against weaker level mobs in great quantities so it was as if this part of Ragnarok was meant for him. He took out 2-3 Aesir's with each swing of the greatsword and he moved so fast and strongly within the army that even if he as much as bumped into a chariot or a pegasus, it would be sent flying 20 meters into the air. All I had to do was make Soup even faster with my lightning mana. Strength was not even needed anymore as he was one shotting every single enemy that came within his reach.

Beathoven used metamorphosis which turned him into a demon we saw before during the fight against the BALLs. He had mastered the skill since then so now he really looked like a badass demon. He had horns (which sadly he could not blow to make music while fighting), he had a full wingspan of about 3 meters and stood at about 2 and a half meters tall. He could just fling masses of concentrated dark energy like energy bolts or just straight up fly towards enemies to engage them in a melee with his insane amount of strength and dexterity.

Breadtalk took to the skies in his flying armour and wind sword. Baldy the eagle gave him a special ability. The sword could conjour tornadoes which proved vital in air combat. He managed to single handedly draw in a huge amount of chariots within the tornadoes and made it an easy cluster and target for Macaroni. Macaroni just had to cast an inferno at the tornado and the two would merge, making it a flaming vortex of destruction, destroying the Aesir inside.

I was busy supporting Soup as well as all the Carnivalists on the ground. It seemed like everything was going well. I casted an ice field which recognised only enemies to slow them down. I also casted microscopy on as many Aesir as I could to reduce them to half their size which actually required quite little mana. Beathoven also changed to chaotic melody before metamorphosising so I had quite a bit of mana regen to work with.

Our side did not take much losses because Xantos, as a greater light Roc now was a huge healing machine. She could cast High heal as well as holy field to greatly increase a target's HP or increase allies HP regeneration in a huge area. The elites were also rampaging throughout the battlefield with us. FuzzyWuzzy was extremely energetic since he just saw his master getting freed from the shackles which binded him for the last Loki knows how many hundred years.

Everything was going especially well but I knew better than that. This was just a preliminary action sent out by the gods. The real battle would only start when they personally come to the battlefield along with the BALLS.

Fenrir managed to reach the crack in the sky and with his front paws, he wrenched the crack wide open. I saw what was at the other end. It was clear as day. Asgard. The realm of the gods. The only way the Aesir could've joined us from their realm was if they formed a bridge from Asgard over to our realm. That was when I subconsciously knew. The crack in the sky was the bridge or as Norse mythology would call it, Bifrost.

“Guys. We need to fight on the Bifrost! Hel will meet us there.” Fenrir roared to us.

“Bifrost? Is the bridge made of ice? And is it a boy or a girl or as the name suggests, both?” Breadtalk asked while flying towards the top.

Fenrir aimed a spitball at Breadtalk and I swear if we played a game of who could spit on someone from the third floor to the first floor no one would be able to win against him. Out of the messy thousands of Aesir and chariots in the sky, he managed to land a spit the size of a tree trunk on Breadtalk.

All of us retreated into the remaining nuts and took off into the sky yet again, heading for the Bifrost. We managed to intercept Breadtalk using the head (Roof) of our penis (Nut) and we throttled on full speed ahead towards the Bifrost. All of a sudden, on our left, one part of the sea became strangely disturbed. And then a head the size of Fenrir appeared out of the ocean and I had no idea how long the body would be if the head was that huge.

“Master...” I managed to utter while Jörmungandr was rising out of the ocean, joining us in a straightforward dash towards the Bifrost. He looked so menacing that some Aesir fainted from the sight of it like a woman seeing a fifteen inch penis for the first time.

I just realised the gods had a very distinct aura to them due to my mana intuition. Just like death, they all had a scent of their own. Fenrir had an aura so ferocious you could feel him from a 1000km radius because of his urge to fight and devour anything it his path. For Jörmungandr, he had a scent extremely similar to death's. A cold, hard aura which was insanely pure in darkness and water affinities. I was proud to be a direct disciple of such a formidable being.

Alas, we were reaching the huge crack Fenrir had ripped wide open and when we made it, along with a good 900 Nuts still left intact from the fight earlier, it was another breathtaking scene the moment we pushed through the crack. Asgard was a beautiful city, made of primarily gold, silver and black colours. Everything about it shouted class and royalty. And of course what made it the best was that of course the gods were expecting us. We reached a bridge which spanned about 50km long and at the other end of it, was immistakably our opponents to the death. I could sense no fewer than 5 gods waiting on the other side of the Bifrost and the BALLs could also be sensed. All the gods were also the huge size which rivalled Fenrir's but none as big as Jörmungandr.

“Guys. Our enemies have been expecting us.” I told the rest of the BOTs.

“Of course they have. Fenrir just ripped open their bridge like how Beathoven would rip open a bar of Cadbury chocolate.” Soup said.

“Or how Soup would have let it ripped from his ass.” Breadtalk contributed.

“Hey farting a lot is healthy okay.”

“Yea sure.”

Soup walked in front of Breadtalk and rammed his butt into his face.

*Pooooooooot*

“AHH FUCK THAT'S ONE THING I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO DO.” Breadtalk screamed as he summoned a tornado to clear the fetid cloud of gas from his nose.

“Jörmungandr. I've been waiting for you.” Hollered a voice from the other end as deep as thunder.

“Thor... Let's do this in the skies.” Jörmungandr said as he took off to the heavens, coiling himself many times in order to fit his gigantic body even if it was in the skies.

“Fenrir. Proceed no further you mutt.” Said another voice.

“Fuck off Odin. You're old and useless now. Geezer.” Fenrir snarled.

Even gods like to trash talk it seemed but if things stayed as they were, it would be insanely disadvantageous for us. They had the whole arsenal of gods awaiting our arrival but Hel and Loki were no where to be seen.

“Where are you looking Jinx?” said a voice from below us, seemingly reading my mind.

A ship clearly made out of skeletons was sailing up into the Bifrost, floating on air and on board were two more gods, immistakably Hel and Loki.

“Ahh my children. What a wonderful reunion. Finally we're free to roam the lands as we please. However, this reunion will be short lived because of the ingrates that made us seperated in the first place. Let's reunite again after disposing of the garbage.” Loki said nonchalantly.

“Loki... Go to hell.” Freyja said with furrowed brows.

“He's already there. With me.” Hel retorted.

“Let's not waste anymore time. The pleasantries have been exchanged. To the death!” Magni shouted.

Let the battle of Bifrost begin.

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