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Chapter 505 Two Days of Confrontation
Blaze glanced at a seat on the side of the center of the palace. It was so luxurious that he felt his brain and butt were not worthy of sitting on it.

But whether it is the gem-encrusted lion, the wolf handle, or the silver material, they all hint at who this position belongs to. The most direct hint is Gunrat's slow invitation gesture.

But Blazer would not sit on it, because that size was prepared for him as a silver werewolf. If he sat on it in human form, his feet would probably not be able to touch the ground.

It's not impossible to transform into a silver werewolf, but he must always remind himself that he is equipped with Amaterasu. God knows if Amaterasu will appear in the underworld of Helm, so he has to be careful.

"I remember a group of heroic warriors came here, didn't they?"

"They went to round up the eight-legged horse, which was planning to take Balder away."

"Sure enough."

The eight-legged horse is loyal to Balder, and keeps running in the Ouroboros' body in order to leave Helheim and go to Balder. Now that Balder has become the dead sun of Helheim, the eight-legged horse will naturally turn around.

"You should have sent someone to inform me."

“There’s no reason for me to trouble you to do more. You have completed the task of killing Balder very well. What happened now was my own misjudgment.” Hela poured a plate of annoyance into her mouth with difficulty.

Blazer closed his eyes, and in the darkness, he saw Hela's bloated and overwhelmed body. It was the power of God and the concept of the world of death that kept Hela from dying, but Hela's appearance became even more hideous and terrifying as she continued to eat.

Hela's face had become deformed, except for her eyes, which still had a beautiful look. Unfortunately, these eyes had also become dim in the crowd of fat.

"Perhaps this is my retribution, because I hid my selfishness under the noble purpose."

The mistress of Helheim is just a nice name. In fact, Hela is just a prisoner in the huge prison of Helheim.

And eating the hunger and other negative emotions of other dead people is her labor.

"...If you give me a portion of Helm's Underworld land to develop and give me many privileges, I will help."

Blaze knew that Hela would not ask for help on her own initiative. After all, Hela only proposed the deal last time after she knew that he wanted to know how to resurrect Herbie.

"……make a deal."

"Deal." Blaze glanced at the gleaming chair and sighed helplessly.

Even if he didn't want to sit on this chair, he had to pay something for it. And it was he who sent Balder down, which made the situation in Helm and Hela worse. He couldn't just laugh it off and pretend it didn't happen.

After Blaze left the palace, he took the map that Gunrat had taken ten minutes to retrieve and headed to the area where the Einherjar were besieging the eight-legged horses.

The biggest problem that Helheim is facing right now is not that the eight-legged horse wants to take Balder away, but that Balder's entry into Helheim did not bring vitality to the entire world.

If you think about it carefully, you will know why. Balder, the dead sun, never sets and always scorches the earth. The sun that brings life has naturally turned into a terrible disaster. Therefore, Hela's table has more death dishes such as drought, heat, and burns.

"This is troublesome."

Blaze carefully reviewed his strengths, and now his best skill is undoubtedly [mouth cannon]. He used this skill to defeat the sun-transformed Yamata no Orochi, and he can also defeat Balder.

But violence is not the solution to the problem.

"Do you think there is any way we can use our personal charm to make Balder go to bed early and get up early?" "Give up. You killed him and kicked him to this place. He must hate you." The chicken looked towards the gray sun in the distance. He could feel the hatred and anger directly from the light of the dead sun with his eyes.

"And if this guy knew that you cared about Helheim, he would be even more excited to take revenge on you by torturing Helheim."

Blaze recalled Balder's situation. First of all, this guy was an incredible pervert. He was happy when he killed people, happy when he tortured people, and happy when he was beaten. He was simply invincible.

The most important thing is that he is not afraid of death. Death in the world of death means nothing but ashes. After the death, the only unlucky one is Heim.

If Balder had a smarter mind, he might have threatened with his own life.

"Why does it feel like I've invited an ancestor back to the underworld of Helm!"

Now Blaze also wants to join the ranks of those cursing fate. The fate of death cannot be escaped, but the fate of good days to come depends on hard work! ?

"Don't panic." Chicken felt Blaze clench his fists and heard Blaze's desperate shouting. She calmly comforted Blaze, "Think about how you dealt with this kind of helpless situation in the past."

"call--"

Blaze took a deep breath and calmed down. At this time, all he could do was think about what he could do and then take one step at a time.

"No matter how to make Balder a good sun, we must not let Balder escape from Helm's underworld."

"We have to deal with the eight-legged warhorse first."

After deciding on the immediate target, Blaze and Chicken rushed straight towards the direction where the Einherjar were encircling the eight-legged warhorse.

As soon as I approached, I heard the sound of fighting filled with the smell of gunpowder. That was the unique roar of the heroic warriors, and what even the warriors' roars could not suppress was the thunderous sound of horse hooves.

The huge eight-legged warhorse was surrounded by dozens of people, roaring angrily and kicking its hooves. It wanted to leave, but one of the Heroic Warriors threw a spear with a chain, piercing the thigh of the eight-legged warhorse. The barb on the spear made the spear stop steadily in the body of the eight-legged warhorse.

The Einherjars grabbed the chains and tried to grab the eight-legged horses. But it was a one-sided struggle, and the eight-legged horses flew into the air, their strong muscles bursting with steam, carrying the Einherjars into the sky.

This moment announced that the eight-legged warhorse had gained its freedom, and it would be able to reach the dead sun in the next moment.

"You didn't wait until I got here to make the mistake!"

A huge werewolf hand grabbed Fei Teng's chain, then swung it downward with force. The eight-legged warhorse that soared into the air was smashed into the ground with a roar, raising a mushroom-like cloud of dust.

The heroic warriors who fell to the ground in a mess raised their heads and saw a silver wolf with a sun ring behind it.

"Oh no, I've been seen."

Blaze looked at the Dead Sun, which had lost its voice and became extremely quiet. He didn't think that Balder was afraid and quieted down after seeing him.

The prisoner has been screaming and roaring as if to vent his anger because he knows he can't escape, and the moment he falls silent means that the prisoner is planning to escape.

(End of this chapter)