Mob MC 323.2

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Chapter 323.2. Grandpa's Power!

[Furthermore, if he uses Gjallarhorn, there may be more casualties.]

[Hmm... you're right.]

Indeed, Grandpa Odin's words were accurate. I needed to ensure that Yamiya and the others didn't get hurt. It couldn't be helped; they had to give up their anger at the cruelty of the evil organization.

"Poyorin, the rest is up to you! I'll assist Shisho."

I had cast my support magic, so it should be good to go. Heimdall directed his gaze at me, but he should keep defeating enemies at his own pace.

For some reason, Heimdall also moved next to Mii-chan. It seemed he intended to join the battle at this point.

In the sky, Grandpa Odin and Duke Kanna faced each other. Grandpa Odin moved his chin, and his single eye gleamed with a cold light.

"Now, Duke Kanna, you mentioned that the end has already been decided, didn't you? Indeed, the end was decided the moment we arrived."

"Is that so? Indeed, Frost Warriors may only serve as a delay tactic, but that's enough! I will defeat you!"

"I see. That's not a problem. Then come at me."

Grandpa Odin tapped his shoulder lightly with Gungnir, and the air around him changed. The atmosphere grew heavy, and his presence alone was suffocating.

"It's been a while since I used my spear. Come at me."

With a swift movement, Grandpa Odin held his spear, announcing.

"Interesting. Let me see what your power is all about!"

Duke Kanna also readied his sword and grinned fearlessly. The floating magic swords around him began to expand in response to his movements.

[Mighty Up]

Mii-chan cast her support magic, causing Grandpa Odin's body to emit a faint light.

"Now, let me see your true nature."

"Give it a try, old man."

Strangely, the atmosphere suddenly shifted to a calm one, and Duke Kannamu readied his sword, kicking the air.

The spot he stepped on turned into a wall of wind, leaving an explosive sound.

"Haah!"

[Whirlwind Blade]

The fastest sword known as the Whirlwind Blade approached Grandpa Odin. Its movements were so fast that they were nearly impossible to follow.

However, Grandpa Odin anticipated the sweeping strike from the right and smoothly rotated his spear, effortlessly deflecting the sword with the hilt.

"Still going!"

[Whirlwind Dance]

Even when deflected, Duke Kanna, without any disturbance, continued the rapid succession of strikes with the Whirlwind Blade from various angles to create openings. It was like a storm of continuous strikes.

Grandpa Odin, slightly lowering his hips, rotated his spear.

[Aiming]

He spins Gungnir around himself, creating sparks as it deflected Duke Kanna's attacks effortlessly.

"Too slow."

Then, as if threading through the storm, Odin thrust his spear into Duke Kanna's shoulder.

"Guhh."

Duke Kanna groaned, falling to the ground and creating a crater as his body crashed into it. With a deep thud and a cloud of dust, Odin landed on the ground as well.

"Blocking the Whirlwind Blade... it seems magic is not your only trick, old man."

Duke Kanna quickly got up, his shoulder guard slightly askew. But his wound appeared to be shallow.

"I must say, your tone intrigues me."

Smiling curiously, Odin looked at Duke Kannamu, and the smile disappeared from the latter's face.

"...What do you mean by that?"

"Well, there's no need to worry. It's probably just my imagination."

"I see. In that case, let's continue the battle!"

With his sword at the ready, Duke Kanna emitted an even stronger golden aura.

"Magic swords!"

[Knight's Dance]

Auras emanated from the floating magic swords in the air, transforming into knights. With a metallic clank, the knights held their swords and charged in unison.

"You seem to have a lot of toys."

Each was a top-notch knight, their bodies formed from mana, so they attacked without fear.

But Odin, without any haste, lightly gripped Gungnir and let the magic power flow.

[Spiral Blinking Spear]

Odin's body trembled slightly. The space around him distorted ever so slightly, and the magic swords of the approaching knights made tiny, clinking sounds.

And just before they could attack Odin, the knights' movements came to an abrupt stop.

"Huh? What's going on? Knights, attack!"

Frowning, Duke Kanna gave the command, but the knights remained motionless.

"They've broken."

"What?!"

In a calm tone, Odin said, and the knights' bodies swayed slightly.

"It seems you gathered magic swords from somewhere, but... it was futile."

Cracks appeared in all the magic swords, and as the knights fell, they shattered into tiny fragments. Sparkling fragments of magic swords danced in the air, and Odin pointed his spear at Duke Kanna.

"T-Those magic swords... Impossible!"

"It's strange that they're breaking, huh??. After all, they were magic swords you received from Helheim, weren't they?"

With Odin's words, Duke Kanna took a slight step back, apparently feeling that Odin had struck a nerve.

"I told you, didn't I? I'll show you the power of a Spear User."

The war god with overwhelming power sneered.