Ana, furious at Anat’s words, tried to slash the goddess’s neck with both her swords, but it was as if she had struck steel: both blades trembled when they hit the Phoenician goddess’s neck, even cracking slightly.

  “What is it, Morrigan? Is that all you have to offer?” Anat replied with a malevolent smile.

  “Rui, forgive me, but I’ll have to leave you here,” the Irish goddess said to herself as she closed her eyes and began to raise her power.

  Ana tried to summon her crows, but nothing happened. Even so, with both swords, she lunged at Anat in a thrust, shouting, “Beanna pollta (Crow's thrust)!”

  But Anat caught Ana’s swords with her bare hands.

  “Slow. Sluggish. Weak. Boring,” said the Phoenician goddess, and her eyes glowed red as she destroyed the Irish goddess’s swords and totema at the same time, while Ana fell to the ground bathed in blood.

  At that moment, Ana noticed that Anat wore at her waist the sheath of a Japanese sword, very similar to the one Susanoo used. But she could barely see anything now, because her vision was clouding over.

  Anat then walked over to Ana and pressed her heel onto her face.

  “Do you know why I ordered you killed together with my little sister, Morrigan?” Anat asked the Irish goddess, but Ana said nothing now, because she was almost unconscious.

  “Do you think it is because of your relationship with that dyke of Athena?” the goddess continued asking as she dug her heel into Ana’s cheek and it began to bleed.

  “No. It is because it is pathetic to see a woman who cannot overcome a trauma, and who neglects her duties because of it,” Anat went on.

  “My malakim said you were never in Ireland, even when it could have been invaded by those Asgardian barbarians. You spent all your time with my little sister, filling her head with idiotic ideas of weakness. You are the one to blame for all the filth my sister has in her head,” she said.

  “Please… someone help me,” Ana cried inwardly, hoping for a miracle to save her.

  “That is why you were truly my target to kill. I tried to kill my sister as well, but now I have reconsidered, and I understand that all she needs is proper reeducation, since her power is still considerable,” Anat kept explaining as she continued grinding Ana’s face beneath her heel.

  At that moment, Mjolnir flew toward the goddess, but the hammer struck what seemed to be an invisible wall and rebounded, returning to Thor’s hand. He was already wearing his totema. Behind him stood Freyr and Tyr, both also wearing theirs.

  “Let the girl go, bitch!” Thor shouted.

  Anat turned to look at Thor and smiled.

  “My true target has come right to me,” she said with a smile.

  Anat kicked Ana away, and the Irish goddess remained floating in the air because Loki had saved her. The dark god was already there beside Freyja, both of them also wearing their totemas.

  “Ana!” Loki shouted. “You need to open your pocket dimension and take out the mead!”

  But Ana did not respond anymore. She had lost consciousness from that last kick.

  “Damn it, well, don’t blame me later,” Loki shouted, and then removed his helmet and pressed his forehead against Ana’s.

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  “What in hell are meow doing to that girl?!” Freyja asked furiously.

  “I’m entering her mind so I can open her pocket dimensions,” Loki replied with a desperate expression.

  “I never thought meow’d actually care about saving anyone but meowself,” the beautiful Norse goddess said mockingly.

  “Instead of standing there judging, go over there and help your brother and the other two Asgardian idiots!” Loki shouted, and Freyja nodded.

  “Fuck! This is exactly what I feared meowst,” the Norse goddess thought as she leapt into the battle.

  Thor kept trying to strike Anat, but that invisible barrier blocked every attack, even the lightning bolts he hurled at her.

  “We need to get her out of this town!” Thor shouted. “We can’t go sacrificin’ the folks who fed us that mighty fine fish!”

  “You were the only one who ate,” Tyr answered sourly.

  At that moment, Loki managed to open Ana’s pocket dimension and make her cabin appear. Using telekinesis, he pulled out several containers of mead and then closed it again, storing the cabin away.

  “Idiot, drink this,” Loki said as he poured mead with ambrosia into the goddess’s mouth.

  Ana then opened her eyes and sat up again.

  “Loki, did you save me?” the goddess asked as her wounds healed.

  “You and the others need to flee, Ana. Anat only wants us,” Loki said nervously.

  “That’s impossible,” Ana said. “Apparently she has the whole city surrounded, and she plans to massacre all the inhabitants.”

  “I can get you out of here with my teleportation,” Loki said, still nervous, but Ana grimaced and shook her head.

  “If we do not all leave alive, then I am not leaving either,” Ana said firmly as she summoned her sword Gram and gripped it with both hands.

  Meanwhile, in the fighting, Thor had tried to get close enough to Anat to land a direct blow with Mjolnir, but as if he had collided with a field of blades, the barrier shredded him and hurled him away, leaving him crashing down in a sea of blood with his totema destroyed.

  “Getting close does not seem like a good idea, meow,” Freyja said nervously.

  “We must destroy that invisible barrier first,” Tyr said as well.

  “Will you continue fighting one by one, or will you finally attack me all at once?” Anat asked with a smile of satisfaction.

  “That would go against the warrior’s code,” Freyr said as he transformed into a magical elf by chanting, “Alfheim blessun (Alfheim Blessing).”

  Freyr then appeared in his elf form and made his golden bow appear beside him. The god fired several arrows at the goddess, but they merely bounced off her barrier.

  “If I fight her seriously, I’ll destroy the whole village, so I need y’all to evacuate everybody here,” Freyr continued.

  At that moment, the Haida goddess Dzelarhons appeared behind them, looking deeply alarmed.

  “What in the devils are you doing?” the goddess asked.

  “Dzelarhons, good, you’re here,” Tyr said without turning to look at her. “There’s an army of soldiers outside that’s going to destroy this village. You and yours go deal with them. And we need the city evacuated as fast as possible.”

  “Wait, what? What is all this?” the Haida goddess asked, still visibly worried.

  “Just do it! Be grateful we’ve decided to help you after how badly you treated us at first!” Tyr shouted angrily.

  Meanwhile, Freyr kept trying to destroy the Phoenician goddess’s barrier with his arrows, though Anat did not move a single inch, wearing that sly smile she always used.

  Dzelarhons ran off, and then the alarms began to sound throughout the city. Ana, now on her feet with her great sword Gram, was ready to fight again, but she was quickly stopped by Menrva and Epona, who had already arrived at the battlefield as well.

  “What in the hell do you think you’re going to do with that destroyed totema, Ana?” Menrva asked furiously as she grabbed the Irish goddess by the arm.

  “I’m not going to sit here doing nothing!” Ana shouted furiously as she struggled to wrench her arm free from Menrva’s grip.

  “Loki!” Menrva shouted while still holding Ana.

  “I want you to teleport every civilian in this city away, now!” the goddess ordered imperiously.

  “Are you crazy? There must be more than ten thousand people in this dump—” Loki protested.

  “Do it, damn it!” Menrva roared furiously, to the point that her face turned red and her eyes shone with tremendous rage.

  “You’ve got nowhere to go, do you? If you want to earn a place among us, then you need to do something for humanity, starting with this,” she threatened.

  Loki turned away in irritation and accepted. Then the god disappeared.

  “Even if they seem like barbarians, I can see that the Norse gods do not want to fight seriously either while civilians are still in this city,” Epona commented, her face completely white. It was obvious that the goddess was terrified.

  “Epona, do you still have the Hikaptha?” Menrva asked the equine goddess, and she pulled the sphere out from inside her dress. It was glowing intensely.

  “It seems that Thor and company’s fight in the coliseum charged it with energy again,” Epona said.

  “All right, give it to me. I’ll be the one to fight that Canaanite abomination,” Menrva replied, extending her open hand toward the Celtic goddess.

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