high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 440 The Battle of Omniscience and Almighty ([-])

Nibelungen, Great Hell, Helm, or Heleru...

This pale land with only ice-cold and dead silence is the destination of all dead souls. It is the bottom layer of the world tree and the strongest layer of cornerstone supporting the life cycle of the nine kingdoms.

It was born with the emptiness, and came into existence when the Almighty Orlaug planted the world tree. For a long time, countless dead souls have slept. In this way, it is not only a sweet tomb for all living people, even gods, after death. It will also sink here, and the soul will completely fall into the kingdom of Heim, and become a member of the dead.

On the permafrost, dead people's nails and hair form dry rivers, trees and mountains. There are spirits everywhere, and the withered sky is full of cries and ravings all year round... The dead are born and die here again and again, Day after day of pain and suffering, because they are the permanent inhabitants of the Great Hell, this endless cycle has continued for hundreds of millions of years, until the final end of all things, the great promise of Orlaug himself When destruction comes, their souls may be completely liberated.

Geol River, Iron Tree Forest, Hevagmere Spring, Slide River...

The sound of the queen of the underworld driving the carriage alarmed countless souls of the dead on the pale earth. The undead saluted the black shadow in the sky one after another.

These ancient gods either died in battles with giants, or died in adventures, or wars between other gods... But in any case, their souls have been exiled to this cold kingdom of death, and the power of the gods makes them They still maintain their nobility in the great hell, but it is difficult to return to the bright world where the living live.

For the master of this great hell, even if it is only a nominal controller, these arrogant ancient gods have to bow their heads and show kindness to him.

The black carriage quickly disappeared into the distant mountains, and the undead and ancient gods dispersed one after another, and continued to fall into a deep sleep without any sound.

Dead silence, cold...

This is the eternal theme of the Great Hell or the Kingdom of Helm, and it will continue like this forever, until the fateful Ragnarok comes and destroys everything.

At that time.

Even Helm's Underworld, which means death itself, is not immune, and will fall into a deeper death...

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"First, human beings are faced with three winters of Fenbul, the winter of wind, the winter of sword, and the winter of wolf will become the harbingers of Ragnarok. Sin spread like a plague. All enchanted chains and cursed bonds vanished."

In the black carriage, a deep and sonorous voice narrated the ultimate fate of the Nordic world:

"The monsters of the sea and the caves are freed from their shackles, and even the giants join the battle...

"Frey faced Surtur with antlers, Tyr and Garm died together, Thor and Odin died one by one, I was beheaded by Heimdall, and the corpses of gods and giant monsters filled the Nine Kingdoms ... the Doom has come, and even time has ceased to exist, for this is the fate of the Almighty Orlaug himself, and not one god or giant will be spared."

"The world is sinking in the sea, and all you can see is the huge waves, and there is only a dead silence and withered darkness in the universe."

"Everything born from the water will disappear in the water."

"It's a sleep and a trance sweeter than death, and nothing wakes up, as if they never woke up..."

In perhaps the not so distant future.

The world supported by branches and springs will eventually disappear. It was born from the hands of the Creator, and at the same time as it was born, the fate of final destruction was predicted by the almighty Creator himself.

Fate ends in emptiness—

For the gods of the Nordic world, they are familiar with their own destiny, but sadly powerless.

Everything that was born in the water will disappear in the water... This is the original blessing of the Almighty Creator for the new world, but it is also the fate of the new world's ultimate destruction.

"Jermengard and Fenrir were banished to other universes of the gods long ago. The skull of the black dragon Nidhogg is still hanging at the gate of Asa Garden. The Rainbow Bridge almost destroyed half of the frost giants. Seloteg Thrudgelmir was killed by Thor with a magic hammer, father, I don't understand..."

In the black carriage, Hela frowned:

"Hodr and Surtur were forced to make an oath to the world. In order to stay away from death, Baldr even became the Lord's lord. Half of the destroyers of the world order and the enemies of the gods were killed. Half choose to surrender.

"That god king is trying his best to win you over, so that your seat is only under his seat, and I have also obtained the complete Heim Ming Kingdom."

"Even so, are you restless, afraid of the coming of the twilight hour?"

Jormungandr and Fenrir were successively defeated by the gods and exiled to the Greek world; Hodur and Surtur were forced to make an oath; Odin shot himself and killed it with the spear of eternity. Its skull is still hanging in front of the gate of Asa Circle, symbolizing the power of the gods.

Odin thoroughly cleaned the nine kingdoms with iron and blood, and all the prophesied threats were either killed or exiled.

When the gods of the heyday unite, no matter the creation of the earth, the sky or the sea, will tremble and surrender at their feet, afraid to speak out!

"Fate is not a bird in a cage. It cannot be tamed or raised."

In response to the doubt, there was only a low and calm mocking voice, which was completely cold and self-deprecating, and seemed to be mixed with a few traces of inexplicable despair:

"Don't be naive, if it's really useful, what are Braki and Thor doing now? What does almighty divinity mean to them? What a joke!"

From birth to death, everything is clearly engraved on the end of time.

The bugs are afraid of their future, and use colors and tentacles to camouflage their strength, but in front of higher-level predators, this may be a small pastime before eating.

For the Almighty Creator, even the gods who claim to do whatever they want.

Between the bugs...

What's the difference?

"Come forward..."

The sneer in Hela's mind suddenly fell silent, and after a while, the icy voice sounded again: "Now, I want to see you!"

The carriage flew down from the end of the pale land, and in front of the palace named [Eleudenir], which was made of gold and bronze in half, Hela was rarely silent, and the ferocious half of his face was full of indifference. .

"Everything born from the water will disappear in the water..."

She muttered to herself, then walked through the tall statue she stood in front of [Eludenir], and walked into it with a sigh.

The veil is the scorched hair of the dead, and the undead served in the palace are like lead clouds floating on the river, as dense as bees... Hela walked into the depths of the palace in silence, half-kneeling in front of a huge throne Saluted, bent down.

"Long time no see." She said to the handsome and evil god in fiery red robes leaning on the hill-like throne, "My father."

Shapeshifters, magicians, treacherous gods, tricksters, skywalkers, travelers, wits and tricks, or... nihilistic gods of wisdom!

On the throne, the notorious evil god tapped the armrest lightly, and didn't care. He just stared into the distance intently, and then the corners of his lips curled up a little bit.

In that distant view, the four swords were shot down one by one, and the big blue hands and the thunder and lightning entangled and impacted each other, but they held the figure in the white light together.

That's the end.

The dust also settled.

"Hella, let me borrow something from you."

Without looking at the scene of dying struggle, the evil god on the throne suddenly turned around with a sneer, and lightly opened his arms to the astonished goddess:

"The soul of Jiol River, please give me half of it."

"soul?"

Loki gently spread his hand, and a small white ball of light flew out of his palm and landed slowly

It seems to be a miniature small universe, but at the same time it is infinitely inconceivable, as if it can completely accommodate the nine major kingdoms, rough but sophisticated, bizarre and inconceivable.

"……This is?"

"Aren't you curious? How can a mortal complete the path to ascend to the gods, and how can he be bestowed by Almighty God?"

Before it was too late to be amazed by the things in the light sphere, a wanton low laughter sounded behind him, Loki twisted his arms, exuding an inexplicable sense of strangeness, which made people shudder:

"Maybe, I'm going to find the answer..."

(End of this chapter)