You and me under the world tree

And the daughter of Odin also became her identity.

Until before, Grid thought so.

but now……

Is the long-dead giantess Bestella a giant of nature and life?

There is no verifiable evidence on this point, because it was a long time ago.

When the parents of Odin, the king of the gods, died, there was no world tree, let alone such a world.

However, Gride can be sure of one thing.

Brunhilde was never born with any special abilities.

What's more, she said that she also has an adoptive father.

Isn't this a joke?

Brunhilde was a former Gothic princess, and her mother was a Gothic royal family.

In other words, she is actually a descendant of the Armerungen family, and her bloodline is extremely ancient.

She will have a adoptive father like this?

Of course not!

"Are you..."

Then, the sound stopped abruptly.

Because Grid suddenly thought of something,

With her status and qualifications, it is not difficult to get in touch with some things.

Rather, while controlling death, grandmother and adoptive father are related to nature and life, which has actually locked the identity.

But how is this possible?

How could she appear here? !

"I am the queen of the nether world."

Just when Gride desperately denied this, the voice exploded in her ears like a muffled thunder.

It made it hard for her to breathe.

"It's you……"

In Grid's eyes, there seemed to be a phantom emerging from behind the woman, which was the materialization of power.

The power of death!

And without any constraints!

"Grid, do you know what 'death' is? It's never as superficial as you think, and it's never a simple dividing line."

At this moment, the giant witch found that her movements seemed to be becoming sluggish.

"This……"

"Slowness, weakness, old age, these are the inevitable signs of death."

After hearing Hella's voice, Grid suddenly reached out and stroked her cheek.

She felt the wrinkles, and at the same time, she could also feel that her vitality was rapidly passing away.

"No!"

she shouted loudly.

At this moment, Grid could clearly see that the woman standing in the distance had lost her human form.

Her lower body seemed to be like mud, and her face seemed to be rotting away.

Only the eyes were bright--scarlet eyes.

Those eyes are like a mirror, which can easily engrave a person's face in it.

And Grid also saw herself!

She seemed to be able to see her own life.

First a baby, then a girl, maiden, and now a witch.

However, this change has not stopped.

Because it could clearly see that the witch's face was getting old.

The silky hair turned pale, and the smooth skin began to wrinkle profusely.

In the end, the beautiful face became shriveled, and finally even revealed the hideous white bones.

"Stop it! Monster!"

Grid couldn't help shouting loudly.

"You are afraid."

Hela said in a low voice.

"What are you afraid of?"

the queen asked.

"Afraid of death? Or afraid of aging? Or is it because of this ugly face that your lover will abandon you? It seems that you still have a little self-knowledge?"

In the weird and chaotic space, her words became the only voice.

Every sentence seems to be able to pierce people's hearts.

At the same time, Dietrich couldn't help being curious.

She could sense the surging power of death spreading behind her, but she didn't know what happened to make the giant witch so frightened.

"Do not look back."

Just as she was thinking this, Hela's voice lingered in her ears.

"Please, don't look back."

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Good afternoon everyone_(:з」∠)_

Chapter No.17: I am not a hostage

The power of death is surging.

It is enough to make living creatures feel fear from the heart, because this is the rejection of death by life.

This is unavoidable even for her with the blood and power of the devil.

In fact, this is actually a very uncomfortable thing.

The awe of death made it difficult for her as a mortal to move, but her inability as a warrior did not allow her to just sit and wait for death.

In addition, she could feel the blood in her body boiling.

After feeling the power of death, she felt an inexplicable excitement in her heart apart from those emotions.

It was as if there was a voice repeating over there:

Turn around!

Go see it!

more!

I just love watching this!

And the voice that echoed in my heart was not someone else.

Dietrich knew very well that the person with this bloodthirsty interest was herself, to be precise, the demon that had been suppressed by her human side.

Once, they were one.

It is also for this reason that she also showed a bloodthirsty and tyrannical side when she was still a child.

She likes to see blood flying everywhere, and she likes to dismantle the enemy to pieces with her own hands.

Even when she was in high spirits, she couldn't restrain herself.

It was only later that he calmed down with the help of his father and teacher Hiltebrand, and only then did he learn to control his emotions.

And the demon she abandoned was completely hidden in the depths of her heart.

However, even if she blindly suppressed her, she couldn't just deny their existence.

In this way, she was inexplicably caught in a psychological struggle.

In the end, it was Hela's request that made the battle in her heart decide the outcome.

Thinking about it carefully, this is the rare sincerity of her who always looks naughty but proud.

Therefore, Dietrich will not break it just yet.

"I didn't look back, you just solve it sooner."

After straightening her body a little, she replied.

"I know."

Gently stroking her forehead, Hela whispered.

At this moment, all she could feel was the stiffness and coldness of flesh and blood.

This is definitely not the skin that living creatures can have, and this is also the touch she is most familiar with.

But when her hand gradually slid down and touched her cheek, what she touched was no longer flesh and blood, but teeth.

Her cheeks were completely rotted, and her huge soul and death force had begun to affect this body to this extent.

If you continue to inject strength like this, this body will also fester, or even collapse.

But at this point, it doesn't seem to matter.

As long as it is not completely destroyed, causing her to lose the container and return to Helheim, then everything is fine.

After all, this body is really 'dead' now, and all this is thanks to this woman!

Watching the giant witch Greed like this, Hela's expression gradually became dangerous.

"stop……"

Clutching the steel cane in her hand, the witch gritted her teeth and said.

Although for giants, death in the usual sense is not the real end.

However, this woman is Hila after all.

Although Grid didn't know why she occupied Brunhilde's body, she was the Queen of the Nether after all.

And once he died right away, he was really at the mercy of others.

What really made her feel powerless was that she realized that she had lost the chance to escape.

She can't escape.

Even though Hella didn't restrain her, in other words, she could actually move her steps.

However, the exhaustion that flooded her heart prevented her from having any further thoughts.

She can't walk anymore.

Even, she felt that the steel cane in her hand was extremely heavy.

Not to mention waving it, it is extremely difficult to even lift it up now.

She is 'aging', jumping directly over the extremely long years, before arriving at the end.