Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

The 700 Realms had many Gods and Goddesses, but only one Almighty God of all other  Gods and Goddesses. All the Gods had been killed and resurrected as Undead by the Nekolich long before the Committer of 700 Deadly Sins devoured the 700 Living Realms. They are no longer the Gods they were during the 700 Realm’s Golden Age. They are New Valhallian Gods one and all. They have decided to host a tournament in honor of the one who was taken by the Committer of 700 Deadly Sins. This tournament is meant to test the worthiness of the defenders of the Wyyvernwriters Multiverse, the Wyyvern Knights.

The stands went ballistic as the audience cheered “Deus! Thunder! Deus! Thunder! Deus! Thunder!” over and over again in a chant as Edward and Zesrial walked down a dark and empty hallway leading out into the loudly echoing and well-illuminated stands. A thunderous clap repeated in random succession like a powerful drum beat beneath the audiences chant.

“Deus? Thunder?” Edward wondered. “God? Thunder?”

“God of Thunder,” Zesrial’s eyes widened as she remembered this God. “Come on! Edward! The two of you are going to get along great, I just know it.” Zesrial rushed out, dragging Edward by the hand behind her, and only stopped when she ran into the gate meant to keep viewers from falling down to the next level of seating.

The chanting only got louder and faster as the bald, red-bearded, middle-aged looking man kicked, punched, and headbutted Nekolich after Nekolich as they bared down upon him from all directions. His hammer, a literal Mountain on a stick, swung around him as he manipulated its momentum built circle of destruction with ease.  Every Nekolich he killed resurrected with a new one alongside him, but the more that came at Thor the better he seemed to fight. With one swift motion and a mighty heave, the God stopped the spin of his massive weapon and brought it up and over himself. The impact obliterated every Nekolich on the field, but then twice as many rose and charged at him spiraling in from every angle. Lightning as blue as the deepest oceans struck Nekoliches, of its own free will, strategically. Only aiming for imminent threats to its God. The God closed his eyes as this all went on and stroked his legendary ginger beard as he let out a deep sigh. When he opened his eyes again he took a low stance, reared back his hammer,  and with an epic war cry swung it with all his might.

“FOR THE RIGHT TO BE A KNIGHT, THIS IS NEW VALHALLA!!!” Woodsmann Hungasfu, a New Valhallian announcer, shouted excitedly into his microphone.

“You just love saying that,” commented Mercedes Brenard, “don’t you?”

“I love my job!” replied Woodsmann. “The air is literally electric here in New Valhalla. Have you ever seen such a shocking display of brutality, Brenard?”

“Only once,” Mercedes replied with his classy tone of voice. “When this great Realm of ours was built and a tournament was held to elect her King.”

“And this is the guy who won that tournament,” Woods stated.

“Indeed he is, Woods,” Mercedes replied. “Our New Valhallian King…”

“Thor!!!” Zesrial screamed with such excitement as to cause a storm of her lightning to appear over Thor that attempted to strike him. A clap sounded so thunderously that the crowd went silent for a moment. They cheered again ecstatically as the lightning that follows Thor’s Thunder drove the bolt of Heaven’s lightning back to the skies and Heaven’s storm fought with the God of Thunder’s as she cheered him on.

“It looks like Heaven has arrived and she has distracted Thor’s lightning,” said Woods as he put Zesrial on the jumbotrons scattered across the stadium bleachers, “Can she do that?”

“I am sure Thor will be just fine,” Mercedes replied. “Now that our last two Wyyvern Knights have arrived, as soon as this, the final preliminary round for the Gods is completed we can finally begin the preliminary rounds for our Wyyvern Knights.

“I wonder if she remembers the legend of his hammer?” asked Woods.

“I should hope so,” Mercedes replied. “After all she was there.”

“Thor’s hammer’s name is Bokstaveligfjelletpåenpinne” Zesrial interrupted having grabbed a microphone after appearing in the announcer’s box unexpectedly. She pronounced the name perfectly. “It means literal mountain on a stick, and that is exactly what it is.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, Zesrial the Goddess Heaven and of all Gods Righteous is on the mic right now,” announced Woods.

“What an honor,” Mercedes commented. “Truly we should all be humbled.”

“Thank you, the honor is all mine,” Zesrial replied politely before excitedly continuing, “Of his father, Odin’s, spear stabbed through the peak of a mountain of unmineable ore and then finally forged together as one by the lightning that follows his Thunder and pulled from the Earth he once protected. Stu, the Nekolich, would come to call it the BFM, but that is another story,” the crowd had gone silent even ignoring the God of Thunder’s preliminary fight still in progress. Zesrial stared into Thor’s eyes as he fought and Thor stared into Zesrial’s eyes as she spoke. Edward took notice, jealously clenching the railing that he leaned on as he subtly growled at Thor from under his breath. “At Thirty-thousand feet by thirty-thousand feet in dimensions, the mountain is far too heavy for him to wield while flying. So it does hinder him a bit,” Zesrial added.

Thor spun Bokstaveligfjelletpåenpinne around himself and, with all his might, used its momentum to lift himself into the air. On a bolt from the lightning that follows his Thunder, Thor brought his hammer down.

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You’ve met some of the Wyyvern Knights from the Wyyvernwriter’s Multiverse

Now meet the rest of them

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They shall all fight the Gods!

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“This Tournament is mandatory, every Wyyvern Knight must participate.”

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“You can not do this! They love each other.”

“They have lost! The tournament’s rules are very clear at this point. He will retire and she will be reassigned to a new wielder.”

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“You are weak and undeserving of your own power. I shall relieve you of it.”

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“They are Gods!”

“You are Their God! Both of you are! Now go and show them who it is who sits upon the Throne.”

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“I will not lose her!”

“Edward No!”

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“I don’t believe it! Every God and Hell is simply immovable!”

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For the right to be a Wyyvern Knight

This is New Valhalla!

Tournament of the Ancient Gods

Coming soon…