[AERORING Side Story: Twilight of Otlind] Author: Stephen Vans

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Aeroring Side Story: Twilight of Otrind
Author: Stephen Vans
Word Count: 7294
Based on legends discovered by bards and temple scholars in ancient ruins across various regions, this world
experienced an extremely prosperous era in the distant past.
At that time, the world was inhabited by gods, scattered across every corner of the planet. They could use their divine power to build towering
towers that reached the clouds, or enter the belly of iron birds to fly across continents in a single day, and dive to the deepest seas.
Some gods, upon death, could place their bodies and souls together in slender towers and fly to distant stars.
The gods had no need to labor in the fields; all the fine wines and riches of the world were readily available. An ordinary
divine city was hundreds of times larger than the largest city on the continent today.
But a great cataclysm destroyed everything. When Ragnarok, the calamity known as the Twilight of the Gods, arrived,
fire and sulfur rained down from the sky. Magnificent palaces crumbled, the World Tree withered in the flames, and
evil gods, unintentionally summoned from another world, granted the gods power, but also drove them to madness and infighting, ultimately leading to
the destruction of everything.
Surviving from the ashes of the World Tree were the gods' creations: humanity, along with the evil gods' servants and magical
power. Humanity struggled to survive in the post-cataclysmic world, leaving the land of death and the eternal darkness
of the north, finding warm and fertile lands to the south, where they have thrived to this day.
Legend has it that in some corners of the world, surviving deities also remain, secretly aiding humanity while
fighting against the evil gods' agents. However, these deities only appear before chosen ones and perform miracles. And this
person will become the supreme leader of the theocracy. —From Chapter 3 　　, Section 6 　　of *
Ancient Mythology* 　　(published by the National Papal Library, 　　limited 　　to internal use within the Seminary) 　　********** 　　... 　　The current supreme military commander of the kingdom, the Valkyrie Otrind, drew her sword and 　　shouted to the last 350 elite knights before her, "Royal Guard Knights, those who wish to fight alongside me, draw your swords 　　and step forward!" 　　All the knights drew their swords in unison and stepped forward in unison: "We must defend the castle!" 　　"We swear to follow the Goddess to the death! To defend the Duchy!" 　　On the continent, the frigid far north is a land of death shrouded in perpetual darkness, uninhabitable by humans; the scorching 　　southernmost point is a still sea impassable by ships and a storm wall known as the Aeroring. 　　Humans inhabit only narrow, warm areas. After long periods of war and unification, two large nations emerged 　　: a monotheistic religious state in the north and a federal kingdom in the south, along with 　　smaller duchies and territories scattered around them. The theocracy in the north, due to years of poor harvests in its northern borders, actively expanded southward, 　　waging war for many years under the pretext of punishing heretics. 　　The Duchy of Nishi was a small duchy with only one territory, nestled in a mountain range between the Utan Theocracy to the north and the Federal Kingdom to the south 　　. Within its territory lay the largest known ancient ruins on the continent, 　　rumored to be the dwelling place of surviving gods, but the treacherous terrain prevented anyone from reaching it. Six months prior, the Theocracy launched 　　its fifth major offensive against the Southern Federal Kingdom, claiming the Federal Kingdom was behind the assassination of its Cardinal Archbishop during a baptismal mass by heretics 　　. The Theocracy's military general staff 　　planned to divide its forces and quickly conquer the duchy, then advance through the narrow mountain pass into the Federal Kingdom, 　　striking at its weakest point. They were willing to risk the stigma of trespassing on sacred sites. The 　　duchy, only learning of the imminent arrival of 300,000 troops at the last minute, hastily organized a defense, but the disparity in strength meant the fall of its capital 　　was only a matter of time. 　　A week and a half ago, an angelic Valkyrie named Otrind suddenly descended upon the capital city. 　　Before the king and his retainers, she conveyed to the aging king the determination of the chief god Odin to send her to the mortal realm to protect the ruins, and 　　demonstrated Odin's miracles. The convinced old king immediately agreed to let the Valkyrie lead the duchy's defense forces against the theocracy 　　's attack. After nearly a week of arduous fighting by the militia, the 300,000-strong theocracy army responsible for attacking the duchy 　　had greatly slowed its advance. The troops were exhausted, but their strength remained. Therefore, under their commander's leadership, they advanced slowly but persistently 　　, finally reaching the walls of the capital city. Today was the first all-out attack on the city; if the city fell, the 　　vengeful theocracy army might burn everything to the ground. 　　At this moment, Valkyrie Otrind was gathering knights willing to participate in the counterattack. Judging from her appearance, she was a 　　beautiful woman of about 24 years old. She wore a goddess's helmet adorned with two wings of snow-white feathers, and 　　a goddess's armor decorated with ornate gold patterns, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin on her chest and slender waist. A magnificent sword 　　and a metal belt cinched her waist. Her lower body wore a high-slit blue straight skirt trimmed with intricate gold edges that extended to her knees, the 　　hem of which was adorned with a gold pendant. Her legs were encased in silver armor with gold trim, revealing glimpses of her fair thighs through the skirt's slits. 　　She rode a pure white steed. Her soldiers knew that when needed, she could 　　unfurl white wings of light from her back and take to the air. However, now her snow-white back was covered by long, pale purple hair 　　. 　　Her beautiful face and bright, piercing eyes swept across each knight's face. 　　"Very well, I accept your offer. Now, cadet knights, leave the ranks! The rest of you, follow me in the attack." 　　"Mount up!" the young captain of the Royal Guard commanded. 　　Otrind pulled on the reins, turned her horse around, and took the lead. More than three hundred Royal Guard knights followed closely in two columns 　　. 　　******************** 　　On the northern front, in coordination with the feint of the defending forces, Otrind personally led her cavalry in a counter-attack.

Linde successfully exploited the gap in the enemy's uncoordinated left and right flanks, launching a deep attack on their frontline command post and
killing the deputy commander in command. Without leadership, the enemy vanguard, facing fierce defense from the duchy's garrison,
abandoned their attack on the castle. However, the counter-attacking enemy vanguard and main force
completely encircled the cavalry. Less than three hundred knights were surrounded by two hundred thousand troops and were doomed. The battlefield
was littered with corpses and cries of agony.
"Don't give up!" Otrind led her knights, trying to find a breakthrough. Although her glowing armor
and sword allowed her to break into the enemy ranks unscathed, sending dozens flying with each swing, no matter
how much they killed the enemy, the overwhelmingly numerically superior enemy relentlessly sucked
the blood and life from the cavalry with their spears. Gradually, most of the knights and their horses fell, until only the last twenty
guards remained, protecting Otrind in the center. Except for the exhausted Otrind, everyone was covered in
wounds. If this continued, they would inevitably fall into enemy hands.
"Surrender! Hand over your evil god, and my magnanimous god will forgive you to die with your bodies intact."
From within the enemy ranks, which were temporarily siegeling but not attacking, someone could be heard shouting. It seemed that this siege had been
anticipated, but even knowing this, the attack to relieve the city would probably still take place.
"Goddess, we were prepared to die before we charged. Please retreat, and beg you to
pass on our battle to future generations." The surviving guard knights raised their swords to chest level, their expressions resolute.
"We hope that after death we will be fortunate enough to be chosen by you to continue serving under your command in Valhalla."
Looking at these young and determined faces, Otrinde couldn't help but
feel sorrow for having forced them into this perilous situation. But now, all she could do was give their deaths meaning.
"Thank you for your fighting. Your bravery qualifies you to be warriors of the gods." Otrinde raised her
sword and bowed to the knights. "See you in Valhalla." Then she unfurled her wings of light, preparing to fly into the air
and escape the battle. The enemy's ordinary arrows were almost ineffective against her; once she broke through the encirclement, she could return to
the castle.
Seeing the Valkyrie unfurl her wings of light, the enemy soldiers, wielding spears, charged forward.
"Fight for the Goddess!" "Long live the Duchy!" The surviving knights fearlessly discarded their broken spears,
raised their swords to meet the attack. In the instant their swords clashed, most of the knights on the outer perimeter were riddled with spears and killed on the battlefield , along with their horses
.
"Danger! Goddess! Ah..." In the twilight light, a guard knight noticed
a red-robed high priest mixed in with the enemy ranks, emitting the unique glow of chanting magic
towards Ottlinde. He risked turning around to warn Ottlinde, only to be pierced through the chest by several enemy spears.
"Lif!?" Ottlinde heard her subordinate 　　's scream 　　, then felt a heat in her back, and lost
consciousness.
**********
... She tried to move her right hand, 　　only to find that both her wrists were bound by brown leather straps and suspended from the center of the ceiling by pulleys; her 　　armor was somewhat disheveled, but still intact. However, her right knee was bent, her right calf and thigh bound together 　　, the rope around her right ankle tied to the knot on her wrist, only the toe of her left boot touching the floor, 　　sharing her weight with her suspended hands and right foot. When she looked down at the ground, she was 　　horrified. Her left toe was standing in the center of a small summoning magic circle emitting a faint pink glow 　　. 　　Coming from the Land of Gods, she naturally recognized that summoning magic circle; it was used to open a portal to another dimension. And the pink 　　glow meant that the boundary it connected to was… Thinking of this, a blush crept onto her pretty face. 　　But the situation here was strange? Looking around, there was no one there, and nowhere to spy on her 　　. She was alone in the sealed cell. In the quiet night, she could faintly hear 　　the footsteps of sentries moving on the ground overhead. 　　Otrind's thoughts raced: the enemy's purpose? Those red-robed clergy? Why 　　was no one here to interrogate or monitor her? She must have been paralyzed by some kind of magic. It seemed the armor 　　wasn't as effective against the magic defenses developed by humans on the ground as expected. But first… she 　　instinctively tried to break free, but was surprised to find that all her strength was being absorbed by the summoning circle on the ground 　　. She couldn't break free from even ordinary hemp rope, let alone the strong leather ropes. 　　"This is bad…" Otrind's expression became less composed. She began trying to 　　establish a neural connection with the light aircraft armor disguised as armor, but the equipment didn't respond at all— 　　perhaps a side effect of the paralysis magic. 　　As if sensing the awakening of the sacrifice, the pink light of the magic circle on the ground intensified, and several 　　tiny tentacles emerged from it. Sniffing around, they touched her jade-like feet and quickly slid along 　　the curve of her calves, climbing her thighs, then binding her entire body to restrict her struggles. The cold, sticky sensation 　　sent a shiver down the spine of the proud Valkyrie. "No… this monster… merciful father 　　Odin, please protect your daughter, ah… merciful father, ah… it's so hot, this friction… 　　such obscene things…" Otrind writhed, praying helplessly. 　　This was a technique developed decades ago in the secret cardinal agency of the Theocracy, by a near-mad inquisitor from ancient 　　summoning magic, specifically for torturing heretical apostles. If used directly on ordinary human heretics 　　, it would only result in a brain-damaged cripple. Therefore 　　, this was the first time it had been used for torture of anyone other than ordinary humans. According to ancient secret arts, one can obtain a slave who is completely obedient to the caster 　　, including all the information in their mind. However, the drawback is that when the summoning circle is in operation, a 　　barrier will form within a certain range, and any human who remains within the barrier will be affected in the same way. This is why...

The reason Trind couldn't see anyone was, of course, that the judge who developed the technology
was secretly killed by his terrified colleagues after experimenting with mind-reading on them, indirectly ensuring that the secret of mind-reading remained unknown to this day.
Meanwhile, the high priest of the Theocracy's vanguard, who had set up the summoning array, was patiently awaiting
the results of the experiment in his command tent, while simultaneously fantasizing about the honors he would gain upon returning home and how to eliminate his rivals
to secure his continued candidacy for the next high cardinal.
Inside the dungeon, a thick, red tentacle, as large as a grown male dog, rose from the center of the magic circle, reaching
under her skirt and touching her luxurious silk panties. Then, patiently and persistently,
it rubbed between her cherry lips through the silk, until it felt warm nectar seeping from her flower path, mingling with the unidentified translucent
secretions on the tentacle, soaking the exquisite silk panties until they were transparent. Only then did it part the thin barrier and invade
the Valkyrie's honeyed orifice.
"Eek...!" Otrind reflexively bit a lock of long hair near her lip, enduring the electric-
like pleasure emanating from below. For the past three months, while on a solo mission in the mortal realm,
she had to maintain the noble and dignified appearance of a goddess, spending countless sleepless nights alone. Her honest body, beyond her conscious control,
clung tightly to the intruding object as if afraid it would escape, while her two nipples stood erect,
rubbing against her cold armor through the thin fabric.
"Ah...ah...so hot, ah..."
The phallus-like tentacle's movements were initially gentle, as if sensing her moistening and contracting vagina,
gradually increasing in intensity and depth with Otrind's panting. Each thrust penetrated her soft depths, causing her to
moan incessantly. The feeling of fullness rose from her lower abdomen along her spine, spreading throughout her entire body. After only a few hundred thrusts
, the Valkyrie's alluring body was on the verge of succumbing.
"Ah...it's coming, it's coming, it's coming! Waaaaaah!" Otrind writhed wildly,
striving for that ultimate climax. The next instant...the tentacle began its final, convulsive thrust.
"Ahhhhhh...ah..." Otrind's vision went blank, then her consciousness
was swallowed by the orgasm. Her outstretched left toes were tense, and her snow-white thighs twitched slightly.
After bringing her to orgasm, the tentacle withdrew from her honeyed orifice, spraying hot, thick semen all over her lower abdomen and chest.
Then, as if satisfied, she slumped back into the magic circle. A few minutes later, a new tentacle rose,
ascending along her left foot to between her legs, beginning a new round of thrusting.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh, ah!"
With each thrust of the tentacles, drops of love juice dripped down her drooping left foot onto the ground. The light of the magic circle intensified
, and more thick tentacles rose from it, each with a uniquely shaped tip.
The tentacle that had been thrusting into her vagina had now moved to ravage her tight anus, while a tentacle as thick as a stallion, its surface
covered with countless vibrating fleshy bumps, took over the empty space in front of her vagina.
After hundreds of thrusts, nine shallow and one deep, it ejaculated thick semen at her cervix amidst Otlind's cries. Her
lower abdomen, filled with semen, swelled slightly. Each powerful thrust of the tentacle squeezed the accumulated semen from her vaginal opening,
flowing down her snow-white thighs and the armor on her feet to the ground, where it pooled in the small pool of semen in the center of the magic circle.
The lewd carnal scene continued in the dark underground cell, where there was no concept of day or night.
Three days, five days? Perhaps longer? The oil lamps on the walls had long been extinguished, but the cell was
illuminated by the light emitted from a magic circle. No one came in. No one brought water or food; perhaps they knew it was unnecessary
. Otrind fed solely on the semen from the tentacles that were inserted into her mouth, and this secretion seemed to contain
components of unknown purpose. Her body seemed to no longer belong to her; only waves of pleasure surged through her
consciousness. Her body, enhanced by magic and permeated by the tentacle's slime, had become extremely sensitive; even the slightest touch
to her inner thighs would trigger a shiver. Right now, a thin tentacle with spiraled surfaces was rotating in her anus
, while two medium-thick tentacles were alternately moving in and out of her vagina, splashing drops of love fluid and
semen onto the ground, where they were absorbed by the magic circle. Further ahead was a slender,
green tentacle, smooth as a soft vine, inserted into her urethra like a straw, slowly thrusting in and out while greedily sucking
the Valkyrie's golden fluid. Her upper armor was removed, and her proud breasts were
covered by a large, hollow tentacle with three fleshy lips at the tip. Countless small tendrils caressed the flesh inside, while two rough suckers inside
sucked at the buds at varying speeds. Lost in lust, Otrind could only groan and writhe with desire
, being sent to orgasm after orgasm. An ordinary human woman, at this point,
would be on the verge of collapse, both physically and mentally.
But Otrind, whose physique was completely different from that of ordinary human women, not only did not collapse, but
the wounds on her body from the previous battle healed at an astonishing speed. The mana surging from the summoning circle seeped into her body,
and her strength returned to her limbs. Her skin and face seemed to have become whiter and more radiant from the nourishment of semen. In fact,
she could now tear these tentacles apart and break free with her own strength, but her body, craving desire, seemed
unwilling to leave the magic circle, and her consciousness could only be broken into intermittent thoughts between orgasms.
"No, if this continues, am I going to spend my life as a plaything of tentacles... Ahhh
... It's coming again... No... It's so hot." Otrind's expression had become dazed, and the tips of her pale purple hair
brushed against the tentacles with the swaying of her body, which became excited once again due to this new stimulation.
At that moment, the door to the underground cell was slammed open with a tremendous force. Several fallen guards
lay sprawled at one end of the tunnel. Then, a Valkyrie with long green hair, clad in magnificent armor that emitted a dazzling white light,
flew in. Her armor was somewhat similar in appearance to that of Otrind, but its design was twice as
ornate and complex. Four layers of armor tightly covered her entire body, and her back wasn't a projected illusory
wing, but rather a truly elegant and aerodynamically variable wing. Behind her followed a figure whose gender was unknown.
"No, guards wearing sealed helmets and standard aircraft mechanized infantry gear.
The newcomer is none other than the thirteenth Valkyrie, Ailvit ("All-Knowing"), sent by Odin to reinforce us." As
soon as she entered the cell, she spoke in an ancient language incomprehensible to earthlings but understood among Valkyries:
"Ottlinde... ah."
Ailvit was startled by the sight before her. "How dare they...!" With
a mere flick of her right hand, she shattered all the tentacles, splitting the magic circle on the ground in two along with the earth itself. Disheveled and
covered in semen, Ottlinde was finally freed from the tentacles' restraints. Still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, she
collapsed in the pool of semen on the ground, panting listlessly.
"Hans, we retreat." Ailvit scooped up her limp sister,
gave the order to the guards encased in aircraft armor, and then flew out of the tunnel with Ottlinde in her arms. The guard known as Hans glanced around
the cell and then flew out.
It was late at night, and most of the enemy forces on the ground were still fast asleep, unaware that their fates
had already been sealed. In this dark
age, when gunpowder had just been used by remote barbarian tribes in military invention, the sky still did not belong to the humans on the ground. Elvitt, carrying Otrind, flew into the clouds, continuing until
the clouds obscured their figures, making them invisible to those on the ground. Waiting for them above the clouds was a
permanent aerial cloud ship, nearly 1 kilometer long, with six elegant wings. This was a centuries-old
, super-powerful aircraft carrier built before the Great Cataclysm by the Kingdom of God using lost ancient advanced technology.
Since its construction in the aerial shipyard, it had never touched the ground, flying freely in layers of clouds, much like a Valkyrie's mount.
When they were directly connected via neural links, the massive cloud ship was like a suit of armor for them to wear
with ease. The ship waiting overhead was Elvit's flagship, Ailvit (of the same name).
The sleeping Otrind had been placed in the ship's medical bay. Elvit and the
guard who had removed his helmet stood on the bridge before the Water Mirror Pool. From 40,000 feet in the air, the surveillance eye piercing through the clouds had
a clear view of the Theocracy's main camp on the ground.
"It seems we need to request permission from my Lord Odin to perform a larger-scale miracle," Elvit
concluded after analyzing the situation on the ground. Hans understood her meaning. In order to achieve the strategic goal of guarding the sacred site, and
because this unsuccessful intervention had gone too far, the intervention plan on the ground needed to be corrected and decisively modified
. "The Theocracy on the ground possesses magical power beyond our estimation. Otrind
was captured this time because she only used light equipment. And the ships of the other sisters will not arrive for hundreds of hours." Elvit
fell into deep thought. This revised operation plan might involve an unprecedented concentration of six Valkyries. A force of this
scale could destroy a nation, but their mission was to influence the course of the war, aligning it with Valhalla
's grand plan, and they had to act strictly according to the divine decree.
"Well then, let us first pay our respects to the soldiers destined to die. After that… the night is still
long." Hans, shorter than Elvitt, with a somewhat youthful appearance but a
mature gaze and tone, spoke insincerely, his hand already resting on Elvitt's slender waist.
The relationship between this seemingly sibling-like couple seemed to have undergone a profound transformation during their past few weeks of shared voyage.
"Mmm…" Hans kissed Elvitt's neck while contemplating the situation of both armies. But
one thing was certain:
tomorrow, when the enraged Otlind awoke, the battle on the ground would be completely different…
[End of Side Story]

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