You and me under the world tree

Skemin is a mighty steed wandering the world.

It has great speed and stamina that almost never tires.

However, its speed is limited after all.

With the blood of the eight-legged steed flowing in its body, it is only a mortal thing anyway, and its speed will never exceed that source.

The eight-legged steed Sleipnir, it is said that this strange steed dripping with the blood of the frost giant is not inferior to Hermod, the fastest god of speed in the Nine Realms in terms of speed.

But Skye obviously didn't have this kind of speed, but she couldn't stand it. She had already noticed it.

As early as when Wittig was choked, she was prepared.

And the moment he started to fall, she started to attack.

can catch.

As long as she jumps, she can catch her master.

But not even Etzel expected Wittig to be rescued from the sky.

Valkyrie Helvetia.

accelerate!

accelerate!

Keep accelerating!

From the moment the Valkyrie above the sky got the approval of the leader Slude, she tried her best to gallop above the defense line.

And this was the first time in her life that she regretted her speed.

Why so slow? !

Once proud of her wings, she has always been sincerely happy to be able to fly.

Able to cross terrain and make friends with the eagle above the sky.

She used to be deeply proud of her ability to fly.

But now, she just hates why her speed is so slow.

Too slow, still too slow!

Such words can't catch up at all!

The impatience in her heart almost tore her sanity apart.

She didn't want to see that child fall here like this.

Although their leader, Slude, has guaranteed that warriors like Wittig are qualified enough to enter Asgard.

It is even possible to directly enter Valhalla.

Because the gods are always tolerant enough to the warriors.

But so-called death is different after all.

Yes, completely different!

This is already an area beyond the comprehension of the gods.

They have never faced the death of a mortal, let alone understood its meaning.

Why does the hatred in the world last forever?

These are things that the gods cannot understand and consider entertainment, and even a serious god like Slude never seriously thinks about it.

And to be honest, let alone a god.

Even if humans are allowed to answer by themselves, it is estimated that it will be difficult to have an answer.

Because this is a kind of emotion that lingers deep in my heart, and this sensibility is almost opposite to the wisdom and rationality represented by words.

Can it be completely analyzed and interpreted?

Or even get the final answer?

Helvetia didn't know this.

She felt that those famous wise men and wizards might have answers, but now she didn't want to conduct any analysis.

What is the difference between man and God.

What is the definition of death.

She doesn't want to know about these, because now, she only understands one thing.

If Wittig died here, he would be very sad.

Besides, she didn't know if she would be able to find his hiding place.

But so what if you find it?

Does the self who betrayed him have enough face to tell him that his child died on the battlefield?

It has nothing to do with Rong Guang, and Helvey still can't get over the psychological hurdle after all.

"Don't go too far..."

With a whisper, she accelerated further.

Can catch up!

'kakaka'

It's like the human legs will feel pain when they reach a certain speed.

Now, Helvey could feel the long-lost pain.

That tear in the back.

She had surpassed her usual flying speed, and the tearing sensation caused by the vibration of her wings made her close her eyes tightly.

But it's all worth it!

'boom'

Finally, she came under Wittig.

Directly stop and slow down in an extremely painful posture and state.

With her hands outstretched, she just caught Wittig.

However, it is not known whether it is because Witig, who is still holding the divine sword Mimonger, is too heavy.

Still beyond the limit of flying, she herself was exhausted, and when she tried to catch Wittig, she couldn't control her balance.

She tried her best to go up, but Wittig's body fell like a thousand weights.

No, this is the weight of a normal person at all!

After the wings were under a great load, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

It seems to have the breath of magic!

Although it is very small, it does exist on the Excalibur.

It is such magic that directly strengthens their weight.

"Let go! Wittig! Your sword is too heavy!"

Helvey yelled loudly.

However, Wittig, who seemed to have lost his mind, didn't seem to hear at all.

He still held his sword tightly.

Then, a slow voice came from above the city wall.

"I think it's better for you to give up on him. After all, he took the initiative to seek death."

"what……"

Gritting her teeth tightly, Helvey looked up.

On the city wall, the Son of God stood there expressionless and bowed his head.

With his back against the sun, his expression was cold and majestic.

And in an instant, Helvey even felt cold hands and feet.

Because this subconscious made her feel that she wanted to surrender.

She couldn't help thinking of the scene of meeting the gods with other Valkyries a long time ago.

It's not a messenger like Helmold who often contacts them, but a higher-level figure.

Hall of Valhalla.

After Helvey became a Valkyrie, the god who often appeared in this palace of warriors.

Tyre, the one-armed god of war, and Thor, the eclectic god of thunder.

However, what made Helvey feel the most frightening was actually the God King who said nothing at the banquet.

Even though the warriors were having fun in the hall, the God King had been sitting in his seat and drinking silently.

He doesn't eat meat, and the meat on the table will be eaten by his two wolves.

But these are not the point.

The important thing is that the power exuding from him is far superior to others.

It's like standing in a wider place overlooking all gods and humans including Thor.

That kind of momentum is illusory, but there is substance.

In front of the god king, all Helvey could feel was insignificance.

I am like an ant.

But now, she actually felt the same aura from a mortal son of god.

Is it because his back is facing the sun?

Was it because of his red eyes?

Helvey doesn't even know about this!

And now, the only thing she can feel is that kind of oppression.

let go...

It seemed that some invisible force was hovering in her mind, prompting her to make this decision.

let go...

But it's impossible!

"Completely impossible..."

She gritted her teeth.

"No, I'm not joking, he did take the initiative to seek death."

And to say why...

"The power of that sword was inspired by him, the kind of weight that even I would feel strenuous."

Etzel spoke up.

"He felt that there was no hope, so he wanted to use death to seek purity."

'boom'

In the end, Helvey, unable to support herself, fell down with Wittig.

Chapter 70: Enemies from afar

Sometimes, some judgments are completely subconscious.

For example now.

When Wittig himself was brought up by Etzel without any resistance, his drowsy consciousness sensed the crisis.