You and me under the world tree

And after experiencing a heavy rain that can be called 'timely', he realized that his strategy had completely failed.

The original plan to use it as a killer move to deal with the Hungarian army also failed completely.

Because right in front of him, the nomad king opened up a wide road with absolute power - he directly used the power of God's Wrath to cut away the place that should have been a cliff and make it smooth.

This is the most powerful 'God's Wrath' Wittig has seen.

Even Siegfried, who was said to have used the sword of God's Wrath to cut through the city walls and blast open the city gates, had never shown such destructive power.

Wittig did not know whether the descendants of the Ilfen and Volsungers could do this.

But at least in his memory, Siegfried's performance and destructive power did not surpass the current Etzel.

And what does this mean?

Obvious.

The destructive power is secondary, the important thing is that Etzel has leveled the cliff.

This meant that the Hungarian cavalry had plenty of time to get away.

Even without the sudden heavy rain, Hungary would still have the strength to continue its offensive.

And what this heavy rain symbolizes is nothing more than the will of the aloof ruler.

If it falls short, he feels that he can still completely push the responsibility to those guys in the sky.

Because if there is no god to change the climate without authorization, then he has won Etzel at least once in this war.

It is not the kind of victory that is specially condescended and calculated.

is truly prevailing!

And this not only symbolizes victory, but also the integrity of the Gothic region.

Although it may seem ridiculous to say this, in Wittig's own opinion, this is the only choice that can make him feel better.

At least he held onto Goth.

at least he...

But now, all this has become false.

There is no way to win, no matter what, there is no way to touch the sweet fruit called 'victory'.

This is no longer just a little bit close, but that there is no chance of winning from beginning to end.

So what would be the most important thing for such a Wittig?

Without victory, he has no face to continue living.

And in the most impatient situation, there was only one thing he was most concerned about.

That was the most important object imprinted deep in his heart: the Excalibur given by his father.

Mimonger Excalibur.

How could this sword fall on someone else?

In the end without any hope, he had such thoughts in his heart.

There was no time left to think about other things.

Right now he just wants to close his eyes.

Maybe this is the best ending for me now.

This near-self-loathing mentality not only made him give up possible chances of survival.

It doesn't even care about everything around it.

However, it may be because too much time has passed.

It had been a long time since he had experienced the severe pain of falling, and his gradually drowsy consciousness seemed to have responded.

He heard a voice that was actually a little strange to him.

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

A woman's voice.

When Wittig opened his tired eyes, he saw the woman and the wings.

He could no longer see the face of the woman who was close at hand.

But at least he knew what it meant.

this world……

No, there is only one kind of person in the entire Nine Realms.

"It's actually a Valkyrie..."

Really bad luck.

He thought so.

Because of the stories of his father's generation and the various experiences he has experienced now, he doesn't have any affection for these women at all.

Even, because he was too tired, he didn't even want to think too much about what she was doing.

go away...

In fact, he wanted to yell like that.

But for him now, it has become almost impossible to express these words.

He closed his eyes again.

Roars, taunts, and clamor lingered in my ears.

In the end, he seemed to hear something.

"Skemin!"

Skemin.

It seemed to be his partner's name.

"咴"

In the end, the familiar hiss came into my mind.

This made Wittig quickly realize these important things.

Valkyries?

It does not matter.

The important thing is Skemin!

Unknowingly, the face of the white horse appeared in his dull brain.

She first followed his father, Wieland, and was then gifted to him by his father.

She was a gift from his father and his best comrade in arms.

However, she is not far away now.

"Come on..."

Wittig said softly.

However, Skemin has no intention of acting.

I don't know whether it's because my voice is too low, or if Skeming really doesn't want to leave.

finally……

"buzz"

Some kind of magic emanating from the Excalibur disappeared immediately.

Then, Helvey suddenly felt that the man in her hand became much lighter.

However, because it became lighter all of a sudden, she couldn't control her balance.

The wide wings that made her feel the pain vibrated, and her whole body began to sway.

'boom'

In the end, her body first hit the cliff, and then fell down together.

'gurgling'

Protecting the Excalibur in one hand, Helvey put her bloodstained wings together to protect Wittig.

The two rolled directly on the ground.

With such a tumbling, the Valkyrie, who was supposed to travel the world with her wings instead of her legs, was also contaminated with mortal dust.

It looked like a mess.

But Helvey didn't care about these.

"咴"

The divine steed Skamming neighed.

The Valkyrie couldn't help but pay attention to the threatening voice that was more threatening than ordinary monsters.

"You should still know me, Skemin, it's me."

she said.

However, Skemin showed his sharp fangs.

Her hostility had not subsided.

Even, because of recognizing Helvey, she became more fierce than before.

For a moment, Helvey was in a dilemma.

"I can save him!"

She said.

The dispute on the ground echoed like this.

On the city wall, the King of Hunlan watched everything below.

"call……"

He took a deep breath, calming down the agitation in his heart.

And then, the load on his body was actually unbearable for him.

He's not extraordinary, that's right.

His lineage is actually as noble as Vidal, the god of silence, because their mothers are sisters.

But the problem is that Vidal's mother, Grid, successfully gave birth to the so-called forest god, but his mother was seriously ill.

Also due to various reasons, his physical fitness is absolutely "deficit" among the giants.

Not only did they not inherit the special power that the giants should have, but they even felt tired after excessively driving 'God's Wrath'.

To put it bluntly, it was the first time I used it, so I didn't control it well.

But anyway, this matter should be considered over.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

If there are no accidents next, it will be almost the same when he slows down a little bit.

Together with the rest of the fighters, it is definitely not difficult to directly capture the city gate and block the eastern defense line.

But just when he was thinking this way, there was a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"What's there?"

It was a fiery sound.

War horse?

Dragon?