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Chapter 513: The End of the Myth of the God of Light

[Palace Eleudnir], the residence of the mistress of the underworld of Helheim, is so magnificent and huge that it all comes from the devout belief of the dead in their gods.

The great goddess of death gave them peace in hell and promised them a future like paradise. The dead did not know what the goddess they believed in looked like because they had not seen her for a long time.

It's not that I don't want to see her, but once I get involved, it will inevitably cause trouble for the goddess.

When a happy laughter came from the palace of Eleudnir, the dead could not help but push open the door. They heard the goddess' voice again and felt happy from it.

They saw the mistress of the underworld of Helm, who was undoubtedly a beautiful and noble goddess. She had a body as tall as a giant, thin but not dry, and although her face was cold and beautiful, there was fatigue between her brows.

The goddess' skin always reminds people of the bright moon, but the mistress's skin is full of fine wrinkles.

Her beauty does not lie in her appearance or strength, but in the countless years of her unremitting efforts to fulfill her duties as a god. No matter what form she exists in, she is always a beautiful mistress in the eyes of the dead.

“I’m losing weight too fast, but I don’t have time to lose weight properly.” Hela moved her fingers. After many years of transformation, she no longer cared about her appearance. As long as she could achieve her goal, it was enough.

Now that the hunger in her body had been completely transferred, the long-lost, normal hunger made her feel refreshed.

Hela leaned forward and tentatively touched the ground with her toes. The coldness from her toes made her feel a little dazed. She repeatedly exerted force until she was sure it was not an illusion before she actually took a step forward.

She jumped forward two steps happily as if she had become younger, and could not help but spin on the spot, like a dancer showing off herself on a huge stage.

This is the dance of the real goddess of death.

"Whoo~"

Hela sighed tiredly. These few steps were the most intense exercise she had ever done in countless years.

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Waves of applause poured down from overhead. The entire [Palace Eludnir] seemed like a magnificent stage, and countless audiences gave thunderous applause to the performers in the center.

Hela lowered her head sharply, her face flushed in the shadows. She was indeed performing a solo dance in public, with all the dead people who had accumulated since the birth of Helm's underworld until now as spectators.

"It's really surprising that the power of the goddess of death has been restored." Balder spoke without understanding the atmosphere and looked at Hela leisurely.

"But so what? Even if your strength is a hundred times stronger, you can't hurt me after I'm resurrected."

"Bader, everything in this world has its cause and effect. This saying is demonstrated to the fullest extent in you."

At first Balder did not understand Hela's ridicule, but as the seemingly endless gates of the dead were opened, someone finally appeared who made his expression change.

There were dwarves, incredible numbers of them.

He didn't remember the names of these dwarves, because they were just insignificant little creatures. But he remembered them very clearly, and he had to recite their names when he threw Gungnir.

Those were the dwarves who were assassinated by Gungnir who appeared out of nowhere and died miserably in the underworld of Helm. "So, so what, what can these dwarves bring to you?"

Balder's voice trembled a little, and he stepped back subconsciously, but the chain suddenly stretched and made him fall to the ground. Blaze was stepping on the iron chain that pierced his ankle and looked at him coldly.

“Without fire and without flesh, are the dwarves nothing to be feared?” Hela raised her hands and clapped them, and the dead dwarves threw out countless glittering golden objects from their respective rooms.

Those little stars looked tiny and beautiful in the sky, but they were chilling when they fell. They were sharp blades made of gold, with barbs spreading all over the blades like some kind of parasitic plant.

"Golden, mistletoe?!"

Hela stretched out her right hand, pressed two fingers on her eyes, and then pointed at Balder. During this process, two gold coins appeared in Hela's eye sockets.

"You've caused so many people to fall into Helm's Underworld that the gold coins have piled up like a mountain."

"The dwarves gathered the rays of the dead sun (you) that never sets, melted all the gold, and scooped out these blades in their hands from the golden river."

“Everything that started with you, and everything that ended up happening to you without missing a single one.” Hela walked slowly towards Balder, casually pulled out a golden blade, and appeared behind Balder like a ghost in a few flashes.

"Damn sun, it's time for you to go down the mountain."

Hela grabbed Balder's hair and slowly dragged him out of [Palace Eleudnir].

"Ah, ahhhh!" Balder lost the ability to speak and kept screaming and struggling. None of what he wanted to see happened.

"Badur, from today on, you will be resurrected once a day and then die once. I will make your resurrection very slowly and your death very slowly. Only in this way can you become a loyal and responsible sun and give different brightness to Helm at different times of the day."

“Don’t worry, when I get tired of you, I won’t torture you like this.” When Hela walked away from the palace, the smile she gave her when she looked back made Balder’s eyes widen and his breathing stopped for a moment.

"It will probably take ten thousand years."

Legend has it that after the God of Light fell into the underworld of Helheim, he suffered inhuman torture from the goddess of death every day.

It is also said that the world mourned the death of the God of Light, so they sent a messenger to plead with the Goddess of Death to let the God of Light go. The Goddess of Death threatened that if all the living things in the world shed tears for the God of Light, she would resurrect the God of Light.

But this legend has come to an abrupt end long ago. Both the messenger and all the living beings who shed tears for the light were burned to ashes in a fire.

No one remembers the God of Light, and no one will shed even a tear for the God of Light.

The dead sun that had been scorching Helheim's underworld set silently and disappeared at the bank of the Dagiol River. That would be the place where the sun of Helheim's underworld would rise and set in the future.

Although it doesn't rise in the east and set in the west like a normal sun, it's better than nothing.

A long-lost cool breeze came over, although this was just a return to the dead silence of the past without the sun, but perhaps because of the heat of the dead sun in the past few days, this dead silence was called the night of the underworld of Helheim.

(End of this chapter)