A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

This is not a humble push for victory. Sister Hilde is trampling the faces of the gods under her feet and ravaging them wantonly, a naked provocation! ! !

Gray was very worried that these gods would not be able to bear it for a while and go crazy in the venue and massacre the humans regardless of the so-called 'Twilight of the Gods'!

But her worries seemed to be unnecessary. The arrogant gods seemed to be unable to save their face to do such a thing.

"Let's put the outcome of this duel on hold until Lord Zeus wakes up before making a judgment." Hermes suggested lightly to Heimdall, who was in charge of the referee, with a gloomy face.

"That's...right, right! I also think it should be like this. After all, it's best to ask the person involved for the outcome, right?" Heimdall looked at Hermes's gloomy face and smiled awkwardly, so he had to announce this for the time being. He said, "Then... let's put the outcome of this game on hold for now, right?"

As he spoke, he looked towards the human side.

"..."

"snort."

No one answered his doubts, and humans were still praying for their departed ‘father’.

Brynhildr just snorted coldly.

Although she felt unhappy, she also knew that there was no point in continuing to argue.

But that's almost enough.

After all, no matter what the final result is, the party that loses face is the party of God.

Does Zeus have the face to accept his victory?

The answer is no. It doesn’t take much thinking.

Will you admit defeat again?

Can the God's side accept two consecutive disastrous defeats against humans?

The answer is of course impossible.

Therefore, no matter whether it is victory or defeat, the gods' side cannot accept it. The only result...maybe only a draw.

And even such a draw requires Zeus to pull off his old face and accept it shamelessly.

It really suits this smelly old man! Shameless old man.

Brünnhilde bit her finger and cursed secretly in her mind.

At this point, the second 'Twilight of the Gods' showdown between humans and gods has come to an end, with the winner yet to be determined.

Yes, undecided.

Humans versus gods, this competition that originally seemed to have no suspense in the eyes of the gods, has now turned into a situation where one loses and one loses, which makes the gods feel even more pressured.

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Hall of Valor.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely solemn at this moment.

The second duel ended in this way, which obviously made the Valkyries extremely angry.

Brynhildr was venting her emotions by overeating, Gray was crying, and the other Valkyries were also suppressing their emotions in silence.

Although they had already had the corresponding awareness, it was still difficult to accept the actual casualties among the sisters, and the most important thing was that the final ending was still "undetermined".

Although this battle brought shame to the gods, was this all they wanted?

of course not!

Now that they have broken up with those damn selfish and arrogant gods, what they want is naturally the real Ragnarok! !

"Damn, damn, damn..."

Brünnhilde devoured the food on the table crazily and kept muttering in her mouth. Her terrible resentment made the sisters behind her seem frightened.

Tick ​​tock tick tock——

Suddenly, a rapid ringing broke the tense atmosphere.

It was Brünnhilde's cell phone that rang.

She received a list of the gods' side from Heimdall for the next battle, and Heimdall was still asking who the human side was going to send in the next match.

She had to make a decision soon.

"Wow--"

Fiercely waving her arms and pushing all the tableware on the table to the ground, Brünnhilde frantically searched for a suitable human on the screen on the table.

"What's wrong?"

Gray stepped forward cautiously and asked.

Then, she saw the chat history on the screen of Brünnhilde's cell phone that was still on.

"This... this, this, this... this! After... after Lord Zeus, the next god to fight is Lord Poseidon!? Can these guys not afford to lose!?"

"Then you still need to ask? Faced with such a situation, it's lucky that they didn't jump over the wall." Brünnhilde replied with a sneer, "But now it becomes more troublesome... Facing this person, I really can't choose a suitable candidate for a while. Where is Master Xuanhao? Where did he go at this time? "

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"Ah Qiu~"

Xuanhao, who was still staying in the Valhalla Arena, collecting the souls of Adam and Valkyrie Reggie who had disappeared, sneezed inexplicably.

Brünnhilde really misunderstood him. He was kindly collecting the souls of their sisters. Although it was not possible yet, there might be a chance for these souls to be resurrected in the future.

"Okay, recycling completed."

Xuan Hao murmured to himself, "Let's go back and see what kind of person Brünnhilde has chosen to appear this time..."

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"What...what should we do? Sister Hilde?"

Gray was extremely nervous when she saw the list of appearances by the gods, "As for Lord Poseidon, he is the brother of the perverted God King Zeus! Isn't he super strong!? Even if he is not as good as Lord Zeus, he should be different. Not much, right? Can we still find a human like Adam to use against him!?"

"How to do how to do?"

"elder sister?"

"I said, sister..."

"Gray." Listening to Gray's endless questioning, Brünnhilde smiled and stretched out her finger to touch her mouth, "Can you temporarily zip up your mouth? Otherwise - I might let it go first. Your body and head are separated~"

As she spoke, she made a gesture on her neck with a kind smile.

"Yes, it is!!"

Faced with such a kind gesture from her sister, Gray immediately became silent and hugged the other sisters behind her, shivering.

"Damn it..."

After taking down Gray, Brünnhilde continued to frantically search for the information on humans recorded in the Hall of Valor.

Although Gray is indeed nagging and annoying, what he said is absolutely right. Poseidon, the sea god who is also one of the twelve main gods of Olympus, is probably no weaker than the perverted old man Zeus in terms of strength. .

Adam was already the human being she could find who was most likely to defeat such a god, because he himself was a copy of the god. But even so, in the battle with Zeus, he still only got an 'undecided' result. .

Among humans... can we really find someone who is almost the same as Adam and enough to defeat Poseidon?

Who should it be?

Who is it! ?

Who could it be! ?

Who can fight against Poseidon, who is called ‘Zeus of the Sea’? ?

"!?"

Just when Brünnhilde was troubled, a shadow suddenly enveloped her.

She turned around suddenly.

I found that at some point, an old man appeared beside me.

Not only her, but also the other Valkyries, perhaps because they were too nervous, failed to notice when the old man appeared.

"Let me fight."

The old man said calmly, while reaching out his hand to touch the screen in front of Brünnhilde, and pressed the file that represented himself.

"Huh?"

"ha?"

The Valkyries all looked at him in confusion.

They looked at the photos on the file and then at the old man in front of them.

One is a young swordsman who is an upright young man, and the other is an old man who is dying.

Although there is a big difference, it can still be seen that they are the same person.

"Are you... Mr. Sasaki Kojiro...?"

Brünnhilde compared the information on the screen and asked uncertainly.

Gray looked at the person in the photo and the real person in front of him with the same confusion: "It's completely different from the one in the 'record'... It feels older... No, it's better to be... an old man!" What's going on? The heroic spirits summoned for 'Twilight of the Gods' should not be affected by their age at the time of death, and should look like they were in their most powerful heyday..."

"No...that's right! But why are you like this?" Brünnhilde slapped the table in surprise and asked the old man in front of her.

Akira~

As if she was too excited, her movements shook the milk on the table and tipped it under the table.

"..."

The old man did not answer her question, but calmly stretched out the long knife in his hand, hooked the handle of the container with the scabbard, drew a perfect arc in mid-air, and collected all the milk that was about to be spilled back into the container. middle.

Everything happened so suddenly that the Valkyries seemed completely unable to react. It wasn't until the old man picked up the container and drank the milk in it that they realized what had just happened.

"GuluGulu——"

"Milk? So gods drink this kind of stuff? It tastes pretty good."

Sasaki Kojiro said teasingly.

Then, he noticed the food that was knocked over on the ground and said, "Oh, what a waste..."

As he spoke, he didn't care about the surprised looks of the Valkyries, and directly picked up the food from the ground and ate it in large chunks.

"Huh~ Thanks for the treat."

After eating and drinking, Sasaki Kojiro thanked the Valkyries as if nothing had happened, "By the way... what did you ask me just now?"

"..."

Brünnhilde and the others looked at the old man in front of them in silence.

The old man in front of him is indeed Sasaki Kojiro.

As for Gray's impolite question questioning the opponent's strength just now, it seems that there is no need to continue asking it now.

From the seemingly simple but smooth movement just now, they were able to determine that the old man in front of them was by no means as fragile as it seemed.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely powerful swordsman.

Yes, the summoned heroic spirits should be in their prime state regardless of their age at the time of death.

But no one ever said that the most prosperous state is when you are young.

If she remembered correctly, Sasaki Kojiro seemed to have died young in the 'records', which meant that Sasaki Kojiro was far from his strongest at the time of his death.

Brünnhilde immediately understood why the old man in front of her looked like this.

Because this guy is still constantly training himself after being summoned to the Hall of Valor! In this world separated from the body, this old man can have countless years to hone his skills. In other words, this old man is at his strongest at this moment!

However...no matter how strong he is, he is just a human being...can he really defeat a god like Lord Poseidon?

Brünnhilde remained skeptical.

Although the Sasaki Kojiro in front of him took advantage of being a heroic spirit to cheat and extend the training time that humans should have, and reached an unprecedentedly powerful posture, but after all, he was just a person who was not very famous in history.

As the man named Xuan Hao said before, he could understand both Lu Bu and Adam. How could a swordsman from a small country be known for his failures? Even if we really have to send these swordsmen on the field, wouldn't Miyamoto Musashi, who once defeated Sasaki Kojiro, be a better candidate?

You must know that Sasaki Kojiro is not the only one who can use the advantages of being a heroic spirit to continue to hone his skills after death.

"Let me go out to fight..."

After Sasaki Kojiro finished pretending, he suggested again.

"Unlike those heroic spirits summoned temporarily, it has been more than four hundred years since I was summoned to the Queen of Heaven. During this period, I have never stopped tempering this sword, and the evolution of the rock flow will never stop! If I were allowed to play If so, I will definitely be able to—"

"According to what you said, wouldn't it be more appropriate to let me play?"

Just when Sasaki Kojiro was taking the initiative to ask for help, another old voice came.

"!?"

The Valkyries once again sounded out in horror.

Damn it, you humans don’t make any sound when you walk? One by one, they appear and disappear, making us gods lose face! !

That's right, it's another old man who came uninvited. To be precise, it was an old man invited by Xuan Hao.

His appearance was also unnoticed by everyone present, including Sasaki Kojiro.

At this moment, everyone in the Hall of Heroes looked in surprise at the old man who came in with Xuan Hao... no, even Xuan Hao took the initiative to step aside and let him walk in front.

The old man was wearing a straight tunic suit and walked slowly with his hands behind his back. Each step was as slow and firm as crossing the long river of history. The years have left deep marks on his face, which is full of deep ravines. Just like the inscriptions engraved on ancient bronze vessels, each stroke carries the weight of thousands of years.

As the old man said, compared to Sasaki Kojiro's hundreds of years of practice, it seems to be a better choice for this old man who has inherited the martial arts of China for two thousand years to fight.

The old man slowly came to the crowd, smiled lightly, and faced off against Sasaki Kojiro.

Although he looked old, his aura like a towering mountain made Sasaki Kojiro suddenly feel at a disadvantage.

"You...you are..." Brünnhilde looked at the old man brought by Xuan Hao, her face full of excitement.