Players' NPC boss

[Palace Eludnir], the residence of the mistress of the underworld of Helm, its majestic size all comes from the dead people's devout belief in their gods.

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

It's not that I don't want to see her, it's just that once she gets active, it will inevitably cause trouble for the goddess.

When joyful laughter came from [Palace Eludnir], the dead couldn't help but push the door open. They heard the voice of the goddess again and felt happy from it.

They saw the mistress of the underworld of Helm, who was undoubtedly a beautiful and noble goddess. As tall as a giant, his body is thin but not dry. Although his appearance is cold, there is fatigue between his brows.

The skin of the goddess is always reminiscent of the bright moon, but the skin of her mistress has fine wrinkles.

Her beauty does not lie in her appearance and strength, but in the fact that she has been slacking off in shouldering the responsibilities of God day after day for countless years. No matter what form she takes, she is a beautiful mistress in the eyes of the dead.

"I lost weight too fast, but I don't have time to lose weight properly." Hela moved her fingers. The long years of transformation have made her no longer care about appearance, as long as she can complete her goal.

Now that all the hunger in her body had been transferred, the normal hunger she had not seen for a long time made her feel refreshed.

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

She jumped forward two steps happily as if she had become younger, and couldn't help but spin in place, like a dancer showing off herself on a huge stage.

This is the true dance of the goddess of death.

"Hoo~"

Hela sighed tiredly. These few steps were already the greatest amount of exercise in countless years.

Bang bang bang——

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

Hela lowered her head suddenly, her face under the shadow turning red. She indeed performed a solo dance in front of a large audience, and all the dead who had accumulated since the birth of Helm's underworld were spectators.

"It's really surprising that the power of the goddess of death has been restored." Balder said not understanding the atmosphere, looking at Hela with a leisurely look.

"But so what, even if your power is a hundred times stronger, you can't hurt me after resurrection."

"Badr, this saying that everything in this world has its consequences has been fully demonstrated in you to the extreme."

At first, Baldr 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.

They were dwarves, incredible numbers of dwarves.

He could not remember the names of these dwarves, for they were just insignificant little creatures. But he remembered these dwarves very clearly, and he had to chant the names of these dwarves when he cast Gungnir.

Those were all dwarves who fell into the underworld of Helm in a miserable state of death because they were assassinated by Gangnir who came from nowhere.

"So, so what, what can these dwarves bring to you?"

There was a tremor in Badr's voice, and he subconsciously retreated, but the suddenly straightened chain caused him to fall to the ground. Blaze was stepping on the iron chain that pierced his ankle, looking at him indifferently.

"There is no stove and no body, so aren't the dwarves afraid?" Hela raised her hand and patted it, and the dead dwarves threw countless golden objects from their respective rooms.

Those little stars look small and beautiful in the sky, but when they fall they are chilly. It was a sharp blade made of gold, with barbs like some kind of parasitic plant spreading all over the blade.

"Golden, mistletoe?!"

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

"You let so many people fall into the underworld of Helm that the gold coins piled up."

"The dwarves gathered the light of the dead sun that never sets (you), melted all the gold coins, and held these blades in their hands in the golden river."

"It started with you, and in the end everything was fed back to you." Hela walked slowly towards Badr, and after casually pulling out a golden blade, several flickers appeared like ghosts. Behind Badr.

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

Hela grabbed Baldur's hair and slowly dragged Baldur out of [Palace Eludnir].

"Ah, ah ah!" Badr lost the ability to speak and kept screaming and struggling. Nothing he wanted to see happened.

"Badr, starting from today, you will be resurrected once every day and then die once. I will make you resurrect very slowly and die very slowly. Only in this way can you become a loyal and responsible sun and make a difference in the underworld of Heim." time period, different brightness.”

"Don't worry, when I get tired of it, I won't torture you like this." When Hela left the palace, the smile she looked back made Bader's eyes widen and his breathing stopped.

"It will probably take ten thousand years."

It is said that after the God of Light fell into the underworld of Helm, 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 for mercy, hoping that the goddess of death would let the God of Light go. The goddess of death threatened that as long as all the lives in this world shed tears for the God of Light, she would resurrect the God of Light.

But this legend has long come to an abrupt end. Whether it is the messenger or the living beings who shed tears for light, they were burned to ashes by a fire.

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

The dead sun that has been scorching the underworld of Helm fell silently and disappeared by the river of the [Dagioer River]. That will be the place where the sun of the underworld of Helm rises and sets in the future.

Although it does not rise in the east and set in the west like a normal sun, it is 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.