This is Loki's first war after his revival.

He is facing the entire army of the Chinese Celestial Court, while behind him are only three solitary figures, his offspring: Fenrir the Wolf, Jormungandr the World Serpent, and Hela the Goddess of Death.

Although Fenrir and Jormungandr are immensely large, they appear insignificant compared to the army of the Celestial Court.

Zhang Bainian looked at Loki and suddenly laughed.

"Loki, you boast about fighting to the death with the Chinese Pantheon, just relying on these three monsters?"

Loki gave an impeccable gentleman's bow and said, "Your Majesty the Jade Emperor, as for fighting to the death, if I die, it ends."

"Very well, such is the resolve of fighting to the death, truly brave," Zhang Bainian applauded repeatedly.

Loki smiled and said, "Thank you for your praise."

As soon as Loki finished speaking, Fenrir opened his massive mouth and lunged at the Skynet Battleship where Zhang Bainian stood.

Zhang Bainian remained unfazed, while the Giant Spirit God flew out from behind him, wielding a Swallowtail Battle Axe with the agility of a phoenix dancing through flowers.

The Swallowtail Battle Axe struck Fenrir's fangs, sparking a shower of fire, revealing that the fangs were harder than celestial crystal.

"General, let me assist you."

With a thunderous shout, Lei Zhenzi spread his Wind and Thunder Wings, flying above Fenrir's eyes. The golden rod in his hand swung out with the force to cleave mountains and seas, causing Fenrir to howl in pain and retreat.

Seeing this, Jormungandr swung his tail to intercept Lei Zhenzi, whose massive tail overshadowed the mountains. As the tail descended like an avalanche, Lei Zhenzi cursed under his breath, flapping his Wind and Thunder Wings to escape the tail's reach.

But unexpectedly, Jormungandr's tongue lashed out faster than lightning. Lei Zhenzi couldn't dodge in time and was pinned to the ground by the tongue like a spear, with bright red blood flowing from his Wind and Thunder Wings, turning crimson in moments.

Zhang Bainian shouted, a golden streak shot from his wrist; it was the Adamantine Bracelet bestowed by Laozi. The bracelet sped towards Jormungandr, striking its head and leaving a gaping hole from which blood gushed like a fountain.

"Jormungandr, retreat!" Loki called out.

In his hand was a shimmering item, the reconstructed Eternal Gun, originally destroyed but refashioned by the Dwarves at great expense.

The Eternal Gun flew towards Zhang Bainian, but the Adamantine Bracelet instinctively moved to intercept. The two divine weapons clashed repeatedly in the sky without any master to control them.

Taking this opportunity, Jormungandr began to retreat, but four figures leaped down from the Skynet Battleship and transformed into four divine dragons, pouncing on Jormungandr—the Four River Dragon Gods revealing their true forms.

The four dragons breathed fire and lightning, forcing Jormungandr, who could not retreat, to open his mouth wide and unleash a torrent of venom.

Hela advanced, her scythe radiating black energy, accompanied by the wails of wraiths.

With just one slash, the Huai River Dragon God, struck by the blade, convulsed and writhed in the air, but within moments he fell silent, his body rotting and oozing a foul stench as he plummeted to the ground.

The remaining three dragons, enraged by their brother's death, momentarily ignored the venom and were directly hit, their flesh instantly corroded, leaving only three skeletal remains.

Zhang Bainian clutched the Nine Dragon Sword, ready to strike, but an ominous force in the surrounding space held him back.

"Roar!"

A dragon's roar and a tiger's cry erupted.

The Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise transformed into their true forms and attacked Jormungandr.

Loki waved his hand, summoning a massive flame that shot into the sky, reducing the four divine beings to ashes before they could muster their power.

Zhang Bainian could no longer bear it; he slashed at Hela, who was wreaking havoc on the battlefield, with the Nine Dragon Sword, its golden light expanding into the shape of a dragon and swallowing Hela.

"Kill!" he shouted softly.

The gods, who had been waiting, summoned their magical treasures and joined the fray. The Skynet Battleship's countless runes activated, beginning to charge the golden light.

"Your Majesty the Jade Emperor, your patience is truly lacking!"

Lucifer's figure materialized from the void, and the gates of the Netherworld slowly opened behind him, the roars of agitated beasts echoing from within.

"Your endurance is indeed beyond mine," Zhang Bainian sneered.

Loki looked at Lucifer, stunned, and asked, "Lucifer, why are you here?"

Lucifer shrugged helplessly, "Just out for a spin, happened to run into this."

"You should leave! Lucifer, they are truly formidable."

"I know."

"Then why don't you leave?" Loki urged.

Lucifer twirled his sword and, full of battle spirit, said, "If you can die for Odin, can't I die for you?"

"Lucifer, you..."

Loki's words were cut off by Lucifer.

"Save your touching words. I'm a devil, if I cry on the battlefield, it would be really embarrassing. Focus on surviving first."

"Surviving is like climbing to the heavens."

The Nine Dragon Sword's golden light lit up the world, and Lucifer's Seven Deadly Sins Sword emitted a crimson aura as he clashed with Zhang Bainian.

The two collided like meteors, the surrounding space shattered by the battle's aftershocks, and no one else could join the massive battlefield.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse rode out of the Netherworld's gates, followed by fallen angels and hideous demons entering the fray.

The gods from both sides clashed like rivers, churning up blood and bodies.

In the year 3001 of the Divine Age, on the 2930th day of February, the Chinese Pantheon launched a campaign against the Norse gods, who were led by Loki and his offspring, the Three Siblings of Misfortune. Midway through the battle, Lucifer joined with his Netherworld army to support Loki.

The three-way conflict lasted for 33 days, ultimately leading to the annihilation of the Norse gods, with Lucifer fleeing in disgrace.