You and me under the world tree

But this is not over yet.

"Then the fire."

Howard said.

In the same way, the guided 'Fire of the Nine Realms' wrapped around the body of the sword, and it became a magic sword with triple power in theory.

The innermost layer is the lore, the primordial fire used to burn the world, and the middle layer is the 'power of withering'.

It's just that neither the former Loki nor the current Hodder thought about making it work.

Its role itself is a 'protective cover'.

On the one hand, it is used to seal the power of Chuhuo to the maximum extent so as not to let it leak out, and on the other hand, it also plays the role of camouflage.

At least it looks like it must be a product of the Nine Realms.

As for the outermost side, of course it is the 'flame', it is the appearance that is exposed to the outside world!

"After combing, start the final shaping!"

'clang'

'clang'

'clang'

The sound of heavy beating echoed in the workshop, and the magic sword began its final shaping.

then……

"finished!"

'clang'

When the final hammer fell, the flame finally burst.

The blazing flame seemed to spread outward, but neither Huo De nor Diaz retreated.

They couldn't take their eyes off, even if their eyes were sour, they still stared at the gushing flames.

Under their gaze, the gushing flames seemed to have their own consciousness. First, they poured into the furnace fire, and blended with the flames in the sword casting furnace.

Finally absorbed quickly.

In this way, the flame wrapped around the sword body, burning and flowing slowly in it.

'zila'

Finally, after everything was calmed down, the magic sword designed by the god of tricks and co-cast by humans and giants finally revealed its own figure.

"It's done...?"

Diaz spoke in a low voice.

At this time, he even felt a little unreal.

Therefore, there was still a doubt in his tone after all.

"It's done...although it's far from the original image."

After taking a deep breath, Hodder also responded in a low voice.

It turned out that in Loki's design, the cast flame sword should be a lava stone sword. Although it looks like steel, it is made of giant flesh and blood.

But now, the blade doesn't seem to exist at all.

There seems to be a transparent layer under the flames, which is the body of the blade...it should be so.

"Utgarde, are you still there?"

After staring at the forged magic sword, Hodder couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Immediately afterwards, the flames began to surge, and a phantom appeared directly above the magic sword.

"I'm here!"

At this moment, the magic sword was born!

"The hole cards that should be there are almost ready."

…………

When the Devil Sword was Born (End)

Volume [-]: The Day of Mortal Resistance

Prologue: The Worry of the Gods

On the plain of power, the raging fire burned the clouds and mist into red.

Looking from near to far, the sky is like dusk.

This is a war, a war that concerns the entire world.

The conflict between the gods and the gods broke out, and the flames of war finally burned to Asgard.

The rainbow bridge leading from God's Domain to all parts of the world has been broken, and neither giants nor gods have any retreat.

But in theory, the ultimate winner should be the Protoss.

Yes, the gods actually won the final victory.

Even though the frost giants and the goddess of death from the netherlands joined forces to attack Asgard, the gods withstood this round of attacks.

On the other hand, on the giant side, Fenrir, the wolf who swallowed the sky as the main fighting force, has been torn to pieces by Vidal, and the earthly python Jormungandr also died together with his other child Thor.

Today, the hammer Mjolnir is shared by Thor's two children: Modi, the god of courage, and Manny, the god of strength.

Vidal and Valli are recuperating.

Yes, the theory of gods still holds its own, and the giants lose their last chance.

If they can, the Aesir can still maintain their rule.

That's the way it should be.

This world was created by the gods, and of course it should be ruled by the gods!

However, it seems that it is too late.

In the distant sky, the flame is burning more and more vigorously.

It seemed to be just clouds at first, but soon a fiery gale swept in.

Here comes the guy!

The end giant of Muspel, Surt, the fire giant who brings the end to all things and completely burns the world, is here.

'boom'

In an instant, everything seemed to disappear completely, and only a blazing sea of ​​fire came into view.

Asgard, Jotunheim, Midgard, Yalfheim, Svartafheim (Watalheim), as long as there is life, there is no exception. It's a raging fire.

After all, there is no winner in this war.

Even if the Asa Protoss prepares for the battle with all their strength and wins more with less in the end, it is of no use.

Because under the twilight doom, everything will be destroyed.

Legend has it that a new world will be born in flames.

Legend has it that those who survived the flames will become residents of the new world regardless of each other.

legend……

However, these so-called legends are destined to make some figures disappear.

…………

"Well."

Suddenly feeling a little swollen in his head, the aged king of gods opened his one eye.

The scene of burning flames has been lingering in his mind, even though he has opened his eyes, the flames still exist.

The phantom in his mind overlapped with the real scene in front of him, which made Odin narrow his eyes.

"What an unpleasant memory."

After closing his eyes again, the king of gods was trying his best to dispel the illusion in his mind.

After all, it was just some kind of thought, and it was not deliberately manipulated by anyone, so it quickly disappeared from the mind of the king of gods.

After opening his eyes again, what appeared in front of Odin was the magnificent palace.

This is his silver hall, the central area of ​​Asgard, and he himself is sitting on the supreme throne overlooking the entire Nine Realms.

He is the king of the gods in Asgard, and for him like him, those scenes in his mind have passed away!

No, it shouldn't be 'in the past', it should be said that they never happened, and it never will happen.

Under his deliberate design, the giants of Jotunheim have entered a state of decadence, losing most of their fighting spirit under Thor's deterrence.

As for Helheim, under the deliberate closure, the so-called undead soldiers there are also difficult to achieve.

Even the former worry: the flame giant Sirte has been completely sealed.

Under the surge of dark divine power, it even became a 'forbidden zone', and no matter what power it had, it would be easily swallowed up.

In this case, there should be no existence that can shake the rule of the Asa Protoss.

Odin thought so, and he expected so too.

But while he was thinking, a certain figure kept lingering in his mind.

The black so-called human warrior in the armor of the evil dragon.

If there is any variable, it can only be him.

In his past memory, he has never appeared in such a posture, but so what?

No matter what that guy wants to do, it can't change the overall situation today.

In Odin's own opinion, that guy's choice to go to Jotunheim is definitely a bad move.

This not only allows the God who has always been afraid to attack the Atrium World with confidence, but also gives him the opportunity to dispatch a killer.

Vali, driven by hatred, will not lose to that guy.

Valli would kill him, as always.

However, at this moment, instead of feeling any peace of mind, the god king felt the uneasiness that emanated from his heart became more and more intense.

Since when did it become like this?

Did it start when you chose to unseal Valli?

Or was it the reason for dreaming while taking a nap?

Odin didn't know.

However, the current him just felt uneasy for no reason, as if he had missed something?

Almost subconsciously, he gently put his hand on the armrest of his throne.

Lowering his head, those sharp eyes pierced directly on his throne.

"Could it be that you are reminding me, Yuktra Hill."

Immediately afterwards, the sound of combat boots colliding with the ground echoed, and a beautiful figure walked into the Hall of Silver.

"His Majesty."

It is Slude, the goddess of storms.

Now as the commander in chief of the Valkyrie, she just keeps her head down.

"How's it going?"

Staring at the Storm Goddess, Odin asked.

"Since getting your assistance, Gevarus has won successive victories on the battlefield, and with the help of the Valhalla warriors, Norway has successfully conquered the border of Gitland, and is now marching forward with singing. It won't be long before Gitland is completely wiped out."

"Gitland?"