Chapter 1027 31. Knocking Down the Dust (Part 2) --- Adding More Updates for the Presumptuous Brothers in Midsummer【16/22】
Chapter 1027 31. Beating the Dust (Part 2) --- Adding more for the presumptuous brothers in Midsummer [1622]
The final battle between Odin and Hela started at the highest point of the Valagar Fortress, in Odin's temple, tens of thousands of years ago, where Odin personally destroyed Hela's body and soul, where all grievances and grievances started , this grievance that has lasted long enough will also come to an end.
All this is like a fateful reincarnation, full of the thickness of traditional fate and a trace of romance belonging to the avenger and the hated.
On the only way to the sacred hall, on the edge of the rainbow bridge shining with golden and red light, Tyrion, wearing a black swordsman robe, stood there. path of.
He knew what the silver spirit wanted to do, and he didn't want Heimdall to destroy Hela's feast of revenge.
That's what he should do as a leader.
And Heimdall, the strongest heroic spirit of Valarjar Fortress, also knows very well that if he wants to help his lord, he must overcome the obstacles in front of him, the death lord Tyrion Dawnblade, Azeroth The most powerful man in Sri Lanka, a demon king who cannot be defeated by him.
Heimdall had seen Hela before the battle started, and the power of death wrapped around the Queen of Hell who had been transformed into the Pale Valkyrie was so thick that it was terrifying, but compared with Tyrion, Hela's breath of death was simply Not worth mentioning, the slender man in front of him has an undead aura that is three times stronger than Hela... at least three times!
Just standing in front of Tyrion against the chill of death is already an extremely difficult thing.
"Are you sure, you want to draw your sword against me?"
The great lord asked in a low voice:
"Are you sure you have a chance of winning?"
"Keng"
A blue lightning storm jumped on the giant thunder sword in Heimdall's hand. He held the sword in both hands and aimed the sharp blade at the great lord in front of him. His steel body was 7 meters high, while the great lord was only 2 meters high. It looks like a giant is about to bully a dwarf.
"I have no idea."
The silver heroic spirit said in a deep voice:
"But I must go! No matter who stands in my way!"
"Oh, voluntarism?"
Tyrion pouted, and clasped the hilt of Ashbringer's sword tightly with his black-gloved fingers. With a soft sound, the heavy sharp blade was pulled out from the strangely shaped scabbard, a gloomy stream of light Jumping on the blade, along with the movement of the great lord's wrist, black sword shadows appeared in the air that Ashbringer passed by, and finally returned to the flat sharp blade.
"You heroic spirits, these titan creations, all have an untimely pride, as if your steel body is born nobler than flesh and blood, as if everything you do is righteous, that kind of unreasonable arrogance makes you People hate it, Odin does, and so do his warriors..."
During the flow of the great lord's power, several death runes on the blade of the Ashbringer were lit up one by one, making this black sharp blade linger with a faint blue shimmer, which looked very beautiful, as if it was made of crystal. Like a heavy sword blade, a trace of circulating cold air also drifted on the blade, and soon turned into substantial cold, passing through the dead hall like the wind, giving the hall full of bones another blessing. Eerie frost.
"Don't make yourself look like a weak person who suffers from great hatred, and don't put the aura of a big villain on my head!"
The great lord looked at Heimdall in front of him, and he said to the silver heroic spirit:
"Before the war, I gave you a warning, I gave you my goodwill, but you yourself refused, the reason why this war happened was not because I was brutal, but because you were on the wrong road War is the way I preach, I believe, it can effectively correct your thinking."
"You see, my planning for the world has already begun! I have lit up my own logo! Right in the sky of the scorching sun, and my lights...show the whole world the future I am looking forward to...those hidden Rats in the shadows, I drown them all with death! All rats..."
"you!"
Tyrion pursed his lips and said with disdain:
"It will be the last one!"
This weird explanation did not calm Heimdall's inner anger, but made the silver heroic spirit even more angry. As a natural Titan creation, Heimdall lacks a mode of perceptual thinking. Like other Titan creations, he always Choose the most rational thinking, and in his opinion, everything Odin does is to protect the world, they are just.
But Tyrion saw their sacrifice for the world as a rat struggling in the dark, which enraged Heimdall thoroughly.
"Irreverent!"
The silver heroic spirit is like the most skilled warrior. In a roar full of anger, he swung his giant sword and launched a swift charge towards the great lord surrounded by darkness. Substantial red anger wrapped around the heroic spirit's body In the flash of thunder, Heimdall looked like a real god.
In vrykul legend, he is also a member of the gods.
"Feel the power of creation!"
"crash"
The thunder epee entwined by the storm and lightning slashed towards the high lord like lightning. The heavy sword wind brought by the power of Heimdall's heroic spirit blew the long hair of the high lord. Tyrion faced the falling sword Guang took a step forward, and amidst the power of death, the body of the great lord collided quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he became a giant as tall as Heimdall.
The heavy Ashbringer in his hand drew a black trajectory, from bottom to top, accurately blocked the giant sword cut by the silver heroic spirit, and in a toothache collision, the terrifying shock force passed through the thunder sword It was transmitted to the heroic spirit's hands, tearing his steel fingers apart. The great lord's blow was merciless. During the flip of his wrist, the dazzling thunder sword in Heimdall's hand came out. , pierced the outside of the battlefield of the two giants.
After a successful blow, the great lord's free right hand stretched forward, and in a moment's notice, it hit Heimdall's neck. The rune light shining outside the heroic warrior's body and the thick energy shield were like thin It was torn apart like paper, the gleaming darkness on the finger of the great lord, and the violent impact of the thunder, between the scorching energy sparks splashing, this powerful silver heroic spirit was easily lifted into the air.
Tyrion looked at Heimdall struggling in his hand, his five fingers tightened bit by bit, the cold power penetrated into the heroic spirit's steel body, restraining his constant attempt to erupt, making him weak , let him be like a lamb to the slaughter.
"boom"
The heavy golden helmet on Heimdall's head was thrown onto the frozen ground. The High Lord dragged him by the neck without saying a word, as if pulling a corpse, pulling Heimdall, who was struggling and getting weaker, Dragging to the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, outside the bridge that is completely composed of golden and red light, among the cold clouds and mist that surged under the night, the entire Stormfjord that was awakened by this war can still be vaguely seen.
On the dark land, there are dots of fire shining, those are the mortals who are watching this Ragnarok, those Vrykul, those Vrykul who believe in Odin as a god, maybe they are praying, maybe In fear, maybe trying to use mortal thinking to understand the terrible scene in front of him.
And they will soon see, in myths and legends, the scene of the Hall of Valor belonging to the gods falling from the sky.
Yes, not too far away.
"Odin chooses valiant souls from among mortals to fill his legions."
The great lord looked at the dark world below. That was where he came from. He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be talking to the increasingly weak Heimdall:
"He doesn't trust flesh-and-blood mortals, he just regards them as lambs, and wraps his cold will with fantastic and epic stories. He doesn't care about the life and death of these mortals at all. He only wants the soul of a heroic warrior. That's the only thing he needs. What mortals sacrifice... but that is the soul!"
"That is the most magnificent miracle that a world can conceive..."
"The few vrykul aren't enough for him anymore, are they?"
Tyrion turned his head to look at Heimdall who was imprisoned by death in his hands. He looked at the silver heroic spirit and said softly:
"He is planning to promote his Heroic Spirit ritual to the whole world! He has been preparing to do so for a long time... This is also the biggest difference between him and other guardians, I know it all!"
"If Hela hadn't accidentally imprisoned him, I'm afraid every civilization in Azeroth would be like the Vrykul, still stuck in the most primitive and barbaric clan era. Odin needs these mortals to remain barbaric. He needs They have suffered, he needs them to grow into the soul he desires, and then die in a meaningless battle to become his heroic spirit."
"You do want to protect this world, Heimdall, but the way you save it is to return this world to ignorance and barbarism! Let the flames of war burn in this world so that you can get more souls, more heroic spirits..."
"You ask me why?"
"Just leave me here, in your holy and filthy temple, and let me tell you why!"
"click"
The steel of Heimdall's neck was torn apart by the clasped fingers of the great lord. The silver hero let out a painful roar, just like a suppressed beast, his silver eyes fixed on Tyrion, And the great lord looked at him with indifferent eyes:
"I won't allow it!"
"I don't allow wars in this world to breed, and I don't allow this world to return to ignorance! We have never been the same from the beginning!"
"And you! Look at you, Heimdall, you were born as a "god", and nothing in your rational and cold life was achieved by your own efforts, understand? In my eyes, you and Your Odin is just a prodigal son who doesn’t understand the difficulties of the world... You don’t care how difficult it is to reproduce flesh and blood, you don’t understand how precious a soul is, and you don’t understand the weight of civilization at all!”
"So, now I want to take away everything you were born with, but this is not for simple plundering, maybe this will make you grow better."
In the indifferent voice of the great lord, a crystal bottle filled with weird purple light swayed at his fingertips. The bottle contained a power completely different from death, full of corruption and corruption. He put the bottle in the sea. Mdar's eyes flickered, and he said in the ear of the silver hero like a best friend:
"You are a warrior, so I will not kill you, and I will not take your soul. This thing, this is a small gift from one of my less worrying subordinates." ", it is the original sample of the curse of flesh and blood that spread across the world. Its dose is small, but it is enough to corrode a high-level titan creation like you..."
The voice of the great lord seemed to predict a terrible future, causing the silver spirit to struggle frantically, but was easily suppressed by the great lord on the ground beside the Rainbow Bridge with one hand.
"boom"
The purple crystal bottle was shattered, and the purple streamer rushed into Heimdall's broken body. The next moment, the high lord let go of the hand that suppressed him, but Heimdall couldn't get up to fight back. The curse of flesh and blood is quickly eating away at his powerful steel body and his strength. He put his hands in front of his eyes in horror, but saw that the originally cold and solid steel body was rapidly transforming under the infection of the void. For weak flesh and blood.
"No!!!"
Heimdall held his head and screamed in pain, but the next moment, the high lord kicked the heroic spirit who was transforming into flesh and blood off the Rainbow Bridge. He watched as he fell to the ground in the night wind. The Odin warrior, his icy voice, echoed in the ear of Heimdall who was falling fast:
"I'm doing this for your... titan-forged."
"From now on, you will become a flesh and blood body that you despise, and you will live again as a mortal. No matter what you want...you have to learn to fight for yourself. This will be a difficult process, but it is also very difficult. It’s a process of growth.”
"Perhaps, you will also know the true weight of a life, a soul... and at that time, you will know that you are wrong, and you will know that everything you and your Odin have done is How...cruel! How...crazy!"
The great lord stood on the edge of the Rainbow Bridge. He leaned on a black epee in both hands, and looked at the sky in the dark night with a silent gaze. Because of the high-speed friction with the air, a tear was formed when he fell. The dazzling silver heroic spirit in the dark night is like watching a fiery red meteor fall into the earth.
He turned around, held his sword, and stepped onto the rainbow bridge shining with golden-red light. At the moment when it turned into a stream of light and disappeared, the great lord also gave himself to that respectable but somewhat foolish and loyal warrior. Last blessing.
"As a mortal, live well, Heimdall..."
"As a member of this world, you will be fortunate to see the day when this suffering world is completely saved..."
"It won't be too far!"