You and me under the world tree

However, when Dietrich was thinking about this issue repeatedly, she found that she seemed to have discovered a big problem.

"That's not right... If that's the case, those guys in Asgard shouldn't be excluded from this world."

"Rejected by the world?"

Just when Dietrich said this, Hela showed a curious look instead.

She is, after all, an orthodox frost giant.

Even though he has become the incarnation of death now, he is indeed an orthodox child of Rocky.

It can be said that she herself is a part of this world.

Even if she herself seems out of tune with the creature, she will not experience that kind of 'rejection' in the true sense.

"This is actually a very strange feeling. To put it simply, others will feel very strange when they first see you. If you don't mix any other personal tendencies, you will even feel a little disgusted."

As for this, Dietrich gave some simple descriptions.

However, words alone may seem too abstract.

In order not to continue to cause extra problems, Dietrich decided to give a practical demonstration.

She spread out her palms.

Then, flames rose from his hands.

Then, Hela felt a strong sense of incongruity.

"That's my proof of being a 'magical creation', but really it's just anecdotal evidence."

Suddenly, the flames converged into the shape of a blade.

Dietrich used her hand instead of the knife, and slashed in a certain direction.

'zila'

Accompanied by the sound of roasting and cutting, there was a burnt smell as the flesh and blood flew all over the place.

Immediately afterwards, there was a cry of pain.

"Ahhhh-"

However, this almost mournful cry did not arouse anyone's sympathy.

Especially Dietrich.

At this time, the triumphant king's expression was extremely cold.

"Want to run?"

She said in a cold voice.

And in front of her was Greed who had been cut into a human stick.

Dietrich cut off her hands before, and now her legs were cut off suddenly.

Coupled with the oppression of death imposed by Hela, she no longer had any means of resistance. Even though she managed to recover a little energy before, she was now filled with pain.

The pain in her legs made her want to roll over in place, but in fact, she no longer had the strength to do so now.

"It's something like this anyway."

Dietrich turned around and said.

It's like performing a face-changing show.

Obviously, it was extremely cold and full of killing intent before.

But when facing Hela, there was a touch of gentleness on that cold pale complexion.

"How do you feel?"

"Is that... the breath of magic?"

"Similar to magic, but judging by itself the difference between magic and divine power lies in 'unnatural' and 'natural', divine power is the natural power of the strong, and magic is the 'means' for the weak to drive power, at least at the definition level That’s how it goes up.”

"You are right. In fact, the essence of magic is to use some means to drive non-existing power, so no matter what, there is a special sense of disobedience."

"But there's another thing that can cause perceptions of 'violation'."

Dietrich pointed to herself.

"It's me, because this world rejects me, I am a 'foreign object' to this world, to the ancestor giant Ymir and the world tree Yuktra Hill, so when my power is displayed..."

"It will also make people feel disobedient?"

"To be precise, it's you, because my power itself doesn't come from the legendary source of life, so I may not be 'recognized' by this world, and I just hold a 'passport'."

"The origin is different, plus it is a foreigner..."

Then, Hella lowered her head.

She suddenly laughed.

"I probably understand, very bold idea."

"After all, my birth was planned. As the heir of Goth, I must have strength."

Dietrich sighed.

She has never resented her father, let alone the demon who gave the power.

Strictly speaking, in fact, she should be regarded as another 'mother'?

It's just that until now, she hasn't quite adapted to Mehmet's existence.

"I also probably understand what you want to express."

Just as Dietrich lowered her eyes, Hela whispered.

"Are you wondering why the old man's heir didn't have this abnormality?"

"Indeed, after all, you also said that they have the blood of outsiders."

If you have outsider blood, you will be rejected?

It sounds like this is the truth, but Hella always feels that something is wrong.

"But don't forget, no matter what, that old man's mother is Ymir's daughter, no matter how he was born normally."

"That's right?"

Although she couldn't say anything, Dietrich always felt that this matter was not that simple.

But she didn't want to think too much about it.

No matter how much she investigated, she couldn't find anything, so she quickly shook her head.

"Forget it, let's leave it at that, let's deal with your affairs."

"my business?"

"Didn't I say before that you can absorb the life of others and 'resurrect' again."

"But now that this body is filled with my power, she is really dead."

"But I heard that Hermod has been resurrected many times. He was killed by Hodder several times. It seems that his neck was twisted once, and his head was smashed once."

"But his soul is still there. Resurrection only needs to rejuvenate the body. This can be done by magic or divine power, but the premise is that the soul is well preserved and the body is repaired."

Then, Hela looked down at her body.

"Let's not talk about the soul, this body looks very troublesome now. After being contaminated with my power, this body has reached its limit, and maybe it will collapse in an instant."

"Too……"

Dietrich remembered that Hodder seemed to have said that he had been 'killed' once.

It was only because of the effect of magic that the soul was forcibly sealed in the body, and then revitalized through restoration magic before being resurrected.

But...

"I'm not talking about the orthodox 'resurrection magic'. What I mean is to let you directly absorb the life force of others... Ah, how should I put it, it is to use other people's life for your own use, and then reuse it. Shape the body, but itself is taking the place of others."

At this moment, for the first time, Dietrich felt that explaining to others was such a tiring thing.

But there is no way!

"This is a life-for-life thing..."

Then, the sound stopped abruptly.

After hesitating for a moment, she cast her gaze on the female giant on the ground.

"Forget it, don't explain it, I know this magic, let's try it."

After sighing, she looked at Hela.

"Anyway, you don't want to just return to Helheim in such a dismal situation, do you? You're already standing here."

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There will be another chapter later_(:з」∠)_

Chapter 27: A Magical Contract from the Devil

It may be because Dietrich's own description skills are not very strong, and in addition, her angry words are twisted and twisted.

That kind of complicated description couldn't help but give Hela an extremely complicated feeling.

She is also a wizard, but at this time, she feels some difficulties in understanding.

' Not completely, but not quite. '

This kind of fart-like words can just describe Hela's state of mind at the moment.

"What the hell is this..."

Listening to Dietrich's sweaty description, Hela herself felt a little tired.

But what I have to say is that a soft place deep in her heart was still poked.

As the Queen of the Underworld, she reigns in Helheim, the kingdom of the dead. Most of the dead don't respect her, but they definitely fear her.

The gods of Asgard were hostile to her.

In the long years, she has not felt this kind of feeling of being cared for for a long time.

Although Rocky often came and ran to talk to her.

Sometimes it is to discuss strategies, and sometimes it is to talk about some things that are not there-for example, some anecdotes that happened outside.

However, because of the estrangement between father and daughter, her feelings have always been awkward.

It's a bit strange to say that it was the two people who had known each other for only a few years that really gave her that sense of trust and the joy of caring for each other.

And when they first met, they had confronted each other.

But she didn't know when she started to let go of that guard gradually.

Thinking of this, Hela couldn't help but feel a little subtle.

Because she found that she was a little confused about the reason for letting go of her guard in the first place.

Did he realize that these people had no malice towards him?

Or are you convinced that neither the Dutch sage nor the Gothic king can pose a threat to yourself?

Or simply break the pot, because as the queen of the underworld, Hela, who is not a living person, nor a purely dead, has nothing to lose.

She didn't know this, and she didn't want to keep thinking about it.

All she knew was that she was feeling happy right now.

Even though she didn't have any expectations about it, she was even ready to leave and return to Helheim.

Still, she was happy to see someone sweating profusely about it.

"In short, whether you understand what I'm talking about or not, please listen to me first. This is my... the magic my mother taught me."