Hello again and welcome back to another round of LoCG! Last chap was a bit experimental, the idea of Snowqueen Muireann came from a RolePlay I was doing with a fellow fanfic writer. And I wanted to try it out, then again a lot of this story is fairly experimental. I hope you all enjoyed the little snow-queen selkie as much as Dragonrails and the aforementioned Roleplayer did. And if you have any gripes or things you felt I could have executed better. Don't feel shy to express them, but please remember to try and explain why, can't fix issue I don't know the issue with.

Anyways, reviews!

Whwsms:{Yeah, an entity of pure sickness and disease tends to do that to the unprotected. I'm glad that LoCG fits the bill with what people have wanted.

Yes, you've mentioned this, however like I said, this is the mythological black Annis. And in this case something much muuuch more, just taken down from her throne.}

5had0wHand:{Careful, your jokes are getting a little close to the truth.

Kek, well in honesty Elsa is as mentioned a sorta bastardization of the snow-queen.

I wanted to highlight how I felt this would effect those entities. I mean It certainly would sound like hell to go through. So having Black Annis be a off-shoot created by the christians 'corrections' was something I felt worked.

I mean, something tells me the girls would take that as a sign of him wanting to be in a romantic relationship with them}

Guest:{Those damn god eating worms do tend to ruin good family reunions don't they?}

Back to three reviews this time I see, well anyways, lets see how far we can take these experimental story elements. Remember, Constructive Criticism is both Encouraged and desired.

And with that out of the way, let this tale of an infinity commence once more.

Chapter 56

Rulers of the conquest

White jaws snapped in empty air, ethereal arrows missed their mark, and a gilded hunting spear clanged against the sargasso's surface. Agnese Sanctis flipped through the air avoiding her opponents' attacks.

Landing on her feet she swung her lotus staff upward smacking a white wolf back. Rotating on her heel she pulled the staff in front of her, blocking the dagger of a shadowy humanoid riding a large night-black goat. Thus redirecting the attack back onto the attacker. Howls of pain came from the ghostly figure as Agnese leapt back. Barely avoiding a short sword strike from a large Scandinavian man in elaborate hunting gear. No breath came from his lungs as he turned with a savage grin towards Agnese

It had happened without warning, one moment Agnese's team and Elizard were working on the spiritual Items. Then the next moment they were caught in a violent storm and besieged on all sides by these hunters.

Reports occurred around the same time around the sargasso.

The Night-demon parade at the dig site engaging the Amakusas.

A onslaught of malevolent Fey on the shore facing the ocean

Lovecraftian abominations engaging most of the espers on the perimeter.

And here?

"The wild hunt really had begun!" Agnese grimaced ducking away from another attack by the gilded hunter.

She rolled away as she glanced around the battlefield. Swinging her staff she smacked the breathless hunter on the chin. This only seemed to cause him to grin wider as if he was enjoying the thrill of the hunt.

He probably was, and that disturbed Agnese.

Nine of the white hounds could be seen scattered around the battlefield. Attacking various members of Agnese's team. However there were countless of the hunters, both the clearly undead norsemen and the ethereal ghosts riding shadow horses or goats. Sometimes flanked by black hunting dogs with large glowing eyes.

Agnese spun on her staff kicking the white hound into the 'ghost rider' so to speak. 'Hounds of Anwynn, and the harlequin troop are of British origin.' Biting her lip as she thought, this really wasn't good. She then deflected an attack from the undead norsemen. 'But… Enhinjar would be part of Odin's hunt, which means' Her eyes glanced to the distance as she smacked the now named Enhinjar back. 'Bingo'

A little ways outside of the main battle standing to the sides of a portion of the sargasso which stuck out like a spike. Were two wolves with a pair of ravens circling above them. They passively watched as if waiting for something worth their time to hunt.

Agnese slammed he staff downward, sending an attack into the head of the hound of Anwynn. 'Geri, Freki, Huggin, and Munnin' she felt her chest squeeze a little.

There were just two things missing from this hunt.

A tall fey man riding a white horse.

And a Large one eyed man on an eight legged horse.

Or as Agnese now knew.

A young One eyed girl riding that same horse.

The Head huntsmen, Anwynn and Odin herself were missing.

Without their leader, the wild hunt had no one to reign them in, and thus.

The Wild hunt, truly became.

Wild

A roar came from the Enhinjar who shouted something in old norse. He suddenly launched forward, growling his sword swinging upwards towards Agnese.

Agnese braced for impact but four streaks of light smacked into the man sending him back. "Sister Agnese!" Angelene shouted in concern as she wielded her Coin bags of St Matthew, to push the onslaught back.

"I am alright Angelene, thanks for the assist" Agnese sighed in relief as she reacted to one of the Harlequin troops's hounds. Smacking it to the side with her staff, she was pushed back a little and gritted her teeth.

A group of the huntsmen rounded behind Agnese and Angelene before an explosion of splinters caused them to be disoriented. "FILTHY PAGAN GHOSTS!" Lucia shouted in evangelical fury. She had a crazed look in her eyes as her St. Catherin's Wheel returned to her hand.

Angelene stumbled as a set of ghostly arrows nearly hit her. "T-theres too many of them Sister Agnese what are we going to do!?" She shouted nervously as a spear from an Enhinjar barely nicked her.

Agnese ran in and smacked the Enhinjar away glaring. "I… I don't know, we weren't prepared for this!" She blocked a strike from a hound of Anwynn.

Lucia landed next to the two, the three now back to back to back. "These filthy beasts cut me!" she snarled in disgust.

Agnese grimaced "Lucia calm down, they were people too, and besides… its clear Index is using them." She deflected a set of ethereal arrows with her staff and a shriek was heard from the one who fired them.

Lucia leapt over Agnese, and kicked her wheel into the hunters slowly trying to gather themselves. The explosion cause the non-incorporeal hunters to be knocked back.

Angelene threw a handful of salt onto her coin bags and sent them into the ghostly riders. The streaks of light knocked the hunters down onto their hounds and the shouts and shrieks echoed across the battlefield.

"Agata and the others are beginning to push back their forces!" Lucia noted as the wheel returned to her.

Angelene's face brightened up "You're saying we're winning?" her bags returned floating around her.

"I wouldn't be too sure" Agnese said skeptically as her eyes landed on one of the hunters.

They were a Enhinjar riding a horse, passively watching the battle much like Geri and Freki were. A grin rose to their face and they lifted a horn to their lips before blowing it.

The deep sound resounded across the battlefield and the hunters all disengaged. Backing away slowly to the hunter who blew the horn, while keeping an eye on the Agnese forces.

"Their Retreating!"Angelene jumped excitedly.

Before a loud clanging sound caused their hearts to jump.

"Angelene!" Lucia hissed in annoyance.

Agnese narrowed her eyes, as sweat formed on her brow. They weren't retreating, the grins and sneers made that obvious.

Another clang, and a growl

A barking grunt and then multiple feet marching forward.

Multiple clangs at once and growls with them.

A step forward, repeat, a pattern emerged and Agnese felt her eyes beginning to widen at the noise.

It was the sound of shields being smacked, a form of Intimidation used by a number of groups. But given the context, those groups had been severely narrowed down.

And it was definitely working, Agnese felt her heart beat quicker as she hoped it wasn't what she thought.

The hunters parted, allowing the ones making the noise to come through.

Agnese paled and a drop of sweat rolled down her brow as she saw them. Slamming their shields as they breathed in a rhythmic manner. All while making barking grunts and growls, there were at least 15 of them. Men, women, all different ages and appearances.

But one thing they all shared in common, was that each wore the pelt of a dangerous animal. Wolves, bears, tigers, and more, a name rose to Agnese's mind as she felt her heart cease up a moment.

But a woman wearing a wolf pelt wielding an axe and shield was already in front of them. She had moved faster than the eye could see, and swung her axe at Agnese.

The nun had only managed to get her guard up as she had identified their opponent. The Axe screamed through the air, white-hot before impact. Axe met staff and Agnese was launched back as a massive wound was carved into the woman's shoulder.

She roared in pain as steam rose from her cauterized shoulder. But kept focused, swinging her shield at Angelene and Lucia. The two were launched back as the woman slammed her foot onto the ground.

Pulling a starfish off the sargasso she tore a bit of it off with her Squeezed the seawater out of it drinking it as if it was blood. Throwing the dead creature to the side, her shoulder rapidly healed as she slammed her axe against her shield.

Another of these warriors wearing a bear's skin like a shirt tore a chunk of the sargasso out with his hands. His feet slammed into the ground and caused splinters to fly as he launched the chunk of shipwrecks like a shot-putt. It flew so quickly Angelene and Lucia only barely reacted. Using their respective spiritual Items to slow down the chunk of sargasso just enough to dodge.

Splinters, fiberglass and metal flew as the two stumbled to their feet gasping for breath. But the bearshirted man was already in front of them, his fist screamed through the air and slammed the ground between them. Steam rose as he swung back around with an axe, its tip glowed white hot from air friction. And the two nuns only just barely missed being decapitated.

Others engaged other members of the Agnese forces, each almost casually tearing through them.

Speed and strength only surpassed by a saint, one person armies that tore through the battlefield in a furious rampage. Theses were the warriors Muireann merely tried to mimic. They needed no runes to enhance their power, as humanity and the phases had already done that for them.

The true meaning of their title was lost to common knowledge. Covered by the anglo-saxons' fear of animalistic rampaging brutes.

They were said to have the blood of Odin in their veins.

They were said to keep battling even long after they should have died.

They were the origin behind the word meaning for one to go in a blind angry rampage.

But they were so much more than mindless brutes.

They were champions

They were the spearhead of battle

In the past kings of nations would hire them as bodyguards.

They were the most feared of norse warriors, who were said to be able to possess animals. And use their power by drinking their blood.

Bear shirt, or bear of shirt.

Berserkers, the norse warrior one man armies who tore through a battlefield with supernatural efficiency. Years of fear and stories embellished and exaggerated had empowered them.

Agnese's heart beat rapidly as she pulled her staff up in time to block another two strikes by the female wolf berserker. Causing two more gashes to appear on her back, grasping a handful of salt in her right. Agnese took the opening to thrust her palm into the woman's chest.

She was still an Enhinjar like the others, so "Evil Spirit! Leave this woman!" Agnese shouted. Light poured from her right hand and the woman shrieked in pain as she stumbled back. A smoking handprint on her chest, but it slowly healed.

Agnese swore, their catholic magic could only help them so much against the very pagan warriors who had carved through many a monastery.

A grin came across the woman's face, it was an excited one. The thrill of battle had gotten her dead heart pumping and she desired more. She was already in front of Agnese who had pulled her staff forward. But she bypassed the staff and rammed Agnese with her shoulder, launching the nun back.

But not before she managed to get a hit in with her staff. Causing the woman to fly to the side after she smacked Agnese.

Agnese slammed into the sargasso floor sending shrapnel everywhere. Halting next to one of the tables where they held completed spiritual Items. The berserker woman slammed into part of the sargasso to the side as Agnese stumbled to get up.

Blood dripped from her wounds as some of her flesh dangled from her body. She was not okay, she coughed and blood came out. Rapidly swaying Agnese barely managed to catch herself against the makeshift table. Her back had splinter and metal sticking out of her flesh, the habit was torn up and her chest was heavily bruised.

She couldn't fight these guys, she felt a tear fall from her eye as the female Berserker pulled herself out of the wreckage. She barely even seemed scratched, that ridiculous endurance was only enhanced by the fact she had drank from the starfish. Though they did not have blood, or a brain, the symbology and effect was the same.

Agnese sighed seeing them approached, before noticing them pause. An eyebrow raised on the berserker woman as Agnese heard scraping near her ear. Eyes were drawn to an elderly hand lifting a hilt with a design of two chimera's on it.

"E...lizard?" Agnese wheezed out "What are you..."

"Child, please, did you really expect me to bring this old thing? And then, not use it when the opportunity presents itself?" The queen cut her off "Besides, It looks like we need it, go get some medical attention young lady" She smiled softly at her before turning to the berserker woman.

One foot stepped in front of the other as Elizard strode towards her opponent.

"I'll handle this"

Elizard strode forward to confront the berserker smile had left her face and she was not happy. Fists clenched, she glared forward at her opponent.

She strapped the scabbard to her side as she gazed at the wolf berserker in the eyes. The woman said something in old norse with a savage grin. Brandishing her axe and shield, Elizard's hand went to the handle of the chimera hilted sword.

"Oh I'm afraid this won't be much of a fight" She declared with a cold tone as she drew the glittering blade of none other than Excalibur. Her muscles tensed as she crouched lower, eyes trained on her target the whole time.

The woman looked perplexed for a moment before her eyes widened in shock. Shrapnel flew and a shockwave burst out as Elizard was in front of the woman. Eyes staring with a cold fury as she glared down. Blade drawn, the light glittering off of it like a rainbow.

Swinging Excalibur, the berserker only barely got the shield up in time. Splinters flew and the berserker was launched away. An arc of rainbow light trailed after the blade Elizard held as she glared at the other berserkers.

"I... am not pleased," she began, her hand clenched around the blade. All of the berserkers stopped, and turned to her.

"You've harmed my citizens, you attacked children with not but a thought. And show no remorse so long as you have a good fight! Where's your honor?!" she shook in anger and cracking was heard beneath her feet. "If you want a fight, then I'm all game for you. Leave these children alone and face me!" she then sneered, "If... you can keep up that is."

The berserkers looked at each other, the wolf pelted woman lifting herself out of the wreckage she was thrown into. Raising their axes into the air their shouted grins on their faces.

As they charged, Elizard closed her eyes, teeth grit. Her footing shifted slightly, raising Excalibur in her hands. "Draw the sword from the anvil, and label me the rightful ruler of England." Light poured from the blade "I am queen Regnant Elizard, and I will not stand by as my people suffer!" her cry became a roar as she pulled the blade back. Her face pulled into a snarl as she brought her foot forward.

A bear shirted berserker threw a chunk of the sargasso at Elizard. Reacting faster than humanly possible, Elizard carved the wreckage out of the sky. Instantly turning her blade and deflecting the axe of the berserker, who had thrown the wreckage as a distraction.

Eyes narrowed, she rotated and spun the blade around. Deflecting the sword of male wolf-pelted berserker. She bent back as a boar hooded berserker thrust a spear at her. Kicking them, Elizard launched them into the bear-shirted berserker. Excalibur came down and rotated round. An arc of rainbow light burst out and knocked the berserker warriors back.

"Your lust for battle has blinded you" she growled out. "The mere fact you do not question the fact Odin and Annwyn are not here proves it." She bent her head sideways, a strained expression on her face. "To attack those who are not even warriors. Just because they can put up a good fight!?" bending down, she elbowed another berserker. "It disgusts me," Elizard's face scrunched up. Like she wanted to shout, scream and roar in anger at them. But she continued to keep her tone reasonable as she spoke to them.

A elk hide wearing berserker attempted to attack Elizard from behind. But she tilted the blade and the light reflected into their eyes blinding them. She rotated around them and swung Excalibur down. The berserker barely dodged as shrapnel flew from the crater that was made.

Breath shaky from the stress, Elizard's eyes scanned the area. The Berserkers were getting up once more as the rest of the hunt watched in eager excitement. Distortion in the air and detonations occurred in the distance as the storm overhead had reached a peak.

Elizard's eyes were drawn to Geri, Freki, Huggin, and Muninn who had begun circling the battlefield. "It is speculated that the connection between Odin and his animals was symbolic of a symbiotic relationship." She began leaping as a bear-shirted berserker tried to shield-bash her.

Glaring at the berserker, Elizard brought Excalibur down again. Causing a shockwave of rainbow light to burst forth. The Berserker was launched into some of their fellow warriors. Cheers and excited shouts were heard from the huntsman. They were enjoying the fight, they were enjoying the battle.

And that merely made Elizard's hands twitch in irritation.

"Huggin, and Munnin represented Odin's mind. Geri and freki Odin's body, while Odin themself was the soul or spirit." She swung Excalibur upwards, carving a section of the ground away before launching it into the berserkers with a kick. Elizard took a breath as she grapled another and slammed them into the ground.

She grimaced, she couldn't imagine what it was like to live as a sentient body without the soul. But it wouldn't change the fact they were the leaders of this hunt.

The berserkers tore through the chunk of Sargasso in an almost dance-like trance. Chanting out a poem in old norse as they charged at Elizard. The veins in her hands had become visible from how hard she was squeezing the handle of Excalibur.

Deflecting a few more attacks and slicing a berserker's arm off. Elizard continued with a scowl "But as I now know the true Identity of Odin, I now can say this. You are her familiars, you only obey Odin." Excalibur darted left and right, slicing and carving with controlled savagery.

The Berserkers, despite their injuries, would laugh and continue the assault.

It was disturbing, Elizard felt her heart rate reaching unhealthy levels. Her blood pressure was exceedingly high. Had it not been for her wielding Excalibur, she was sure her old body would have a heart attack.

"But Odin is dead, meaning you lost the humanity of her" Elizard declared with a growl.

She had heard of the fate of the one eyed god, and it terrified her. Index had consumed the girl who had inspired those myths. And become a nigh unstoppable monster because of it.

"And these are not your hunting grounds, this is the land of the rising sun! Although my people are here, this is not England or Norway!" She shouted, kicked a berserker, before punching another.

It was truly a sight to behold, wielding Excalibur, Elizard could match, and maybe surpass most saints. The berserker warriors were nothing to her, but there was more to it than that.

The Queen's fury was in itself a form of magic. Every strike she made was designed to cause pain. Every thrust to tear through flesh, every slash to rend muscle. Her breathing while controlled was heavy. Her eyes stern and glaring as her feet caused dents in every step.

The crown represented order and justice, and many myths had a hero become royalty. And she was not just any queen, but a queen of England, Elizard. A derivative of Elizabeth, while she was not Victoria and could not use the stories related to the guillotine. She was nonetheless, a symbol of the crown's achievements.

"The reason for this is simple, the blood of the norsemen has no place in Japan's founding!" She sneered "So, what reason are you here? I assume you came because the hunt was called, but who called the hunt?" she snarled out.

Geri, and Freki tilted their heads as Huggin and Munnin landed.

"I'll tell you half wits who called the hunt!" Elizard shouted "the one who devoured Odin before Ragnarok." She rolled backwards and thrusted Excalibur forward, rainbow light burst out and blasted the berserkers back. "Familiars of Odin, call off this hunt, it is unhonorable and an affront to Odin herself." She threw a berserker to the wolves feet, her face was twitching as her hand continued to clench. "Cause she would be absolutely disappointed in you all."

The four familiars looked at each other, barks, growls and caws occurred. Before snarls came from the wolves showing clear displeasure.

Turning their heads skyward the wolves howled to the sky. The fighting from the berserkers instantly stopped. Disappointment on their faces but they backed off.

Or so it seemed Elizard raised an eyebrow as the wolves rotated around her sniffing.

Huggin cawed and Munnin flapped its wings.

Elizard could not understand them but she knew something was going on. Her hand shifted as she felt her anger reaching a breaking point. If they weren't going to back down, she'd let all of her rage out on them.

A deep heavily accented voice then spoke. "Gnythja mundu grísir, ef galtar hag vissi" and the queen's eyes widened. As a figure emerged from the crowd, the Berserkers all knelt as they approached. All her anger and rage vanished as shock replaced it instead.

"The piggies would grunt if they knew how the old boar died?" Elizard said in recognition. A shudder went through her body as she gazed at the newcomer

Red hair, and dark eyes, wielding an axe in one hand and a shield in the other. A man wearing the hide of a mythical creature stood there, with a sneer at the queen.

"Já, skati ór England (yes Ruler of England)" the man said as he slowly drew his ax along his shield.

"Ragnar Lothbrok, you understand english now?" the Queen asked. Uncertainty began to fill her as she realized who she was facing.

He was more myth than man

He was one of the famous norse rulers.

He was a true berserker of the Vikings

He was said to have been executed in a pit of snakes by king Ælla of Northumbria, a precursor to England.

If there was anyone who could defeat the Queen of England wielding Excalibur. It would be this man It would be Ragnar Lothbrock

"Valhöll eiga einn gildr margmenni bók (Valhalla possesses a great many books)" the now named Ragnar Lothbrok said. He then grinned "Iak bjóðja þinn, skati Elizard (I challenge you, ruler Elizard)"

Elizard's raised and eyebrow "And why is that?" she asked, shifting her footing slightly. She had heard the stories of this man, so she knew full well he would be much stronger than all of the other Berserkers put together. No, this man would rival her daughter with Curtana.

Ragnar lifted his axe and pointed it at her. "Ef, ér sigra gegn mér slíkt en-wīgh (If you win against me in single combat)" He grinned at Elizard savagely. "Vér munu fararleyfi sá-si stathr (we will leave this place)"

Elizard took a shaky breath looking Ragnar in the eyes. "Iak játa yvarr bjóðja, (I agree to your challenge)," she declared, resolving herself.

The two slowly rotated around each other, sweat ran down Elizard's brow. Ragnar continued to grin as he slammed his axe against his shield.

Stopping a few meters apart the two readied their weapons. Feet forward legs crouched, breathing steady.

With that, the queen of England,

And the King of the northmen

Clashed