You and me under the world tree

"go to hell!"

"Don't panic! We have already prepared!"

Using battle roars to appease the warriors around him, Seiyad directly penetrated the divine sword into the ground.

"Start me!"

'clang'

The huge rune revealed its true figure on the square, and the huge magic shield was propped up.

'boom'

Under the slam of the warhammer, it seemed to have some cracks, and Sead's complexion became a little pale.

As the initiator of the defensive magic, he only felt his head buzzing, as if he had been suffocated by a heavy hammer.

But fortunately, the defensive barrier finally withstood that blow.

"You think you can stop me with these?!"

Hermod swung the heavy hammer, and the next blow seemed to be brewing.

The momentum of thunder resounded through the sky once again.

Facing the thunder and lightning, the pale prince took a deep breath:

"No."

he opened his mouth to speak.

When his footsteps were vain, he supported his body with the divine sword while biting his tongue, trying to wake himself up.

Then, he straightened himself up as much as possible.

The appearance of raising his head and chest is clearly revealing a touch of stubbornness.

Just like that, facing the gaze of the gods, he suddenly laughed like this.

"But what choice are you going to make?"

Then, he looked around.

"You know, Wittig and I used magic to set up these traps. Guess what's going on here?"

His expression was cold and unfeeling, but at the same time twisted and mocking.

"If you are a second late, some people may die completely, and even their souls will be burned to dregs, and they will be completely returned to this world. I want to see if these great beings like you can fill the vacancy of nearly 7 people in an instant!"

Chapter 93: Do you regret it?

After some confrontation, Helmode only felt his blood pressure skyrocket.

Probably because right below him was the burning sea of ​​magic flames. With the thick smoke billowing, he only felt that he could inhale the hot air that made his head buzz with every breath.

In this way, the anger spread from the bottom of the heart, rushed to the head, and even spread to the limbs.

With just one last thought, Helmode felt that he could give the guy in front of him a little color regardless of everything.

Completely smash his fragile protective shield, and completely kill him and the survivors around him!

However, Hermod knew he couldn't do that.

This was a matter of 'choice', and as the messenger of the gods, he knew very well that there was only one choice before him from beginning to end.

When Hermod took a cursory glance, the flame runes engraved everywhere made his scalp tingle.

According to Sead, there was some other soul-damaging magic mixed in.

Whether it's pure destruction, or deciphering from a magical point of view, these have to be dealt with.

Thinking of this, Hermod suddenly couldn't help but want to ask something.

Speaking of souls, there are still people from Rose City here!

That's what he wanted to say.

However, after seeing that kind of madness, Helmode suddenly felt that there was no need to ask.

This man, he really wants to drag everyone including the old king Gevarus to die.

Perhaps there should be doubts that are unclear and unclear, but Hermod himself can't afford it.

It's not that the Asa Protoss cannot fill the vacancy in this area, but if you want to use too much of the Protoss' own background, doesn't this in itself show his incompetence!

The battlefield itself was unimportant, but Norway could not fall before encountering the Netherlands.

"You will die in pain, I promise..."

After putting down such a harsh word, Hermod directly raised the warhammer in his hand.

'Boom'

Above the sky, the sound of thunder began to resound.

Immediately afterwards, dark clouds began to gather, and heavy rain fell from the sky, starting to water the sea of ​​fire directly below.

But this is not enough, because these flames have a source, and that is the rune.

And it would obviously be a bit difficult to detect the abnormalities in these runes with his own eyesight.

It has nothing to do with speed or anything, it's purely a matter of eyesight and brain power.

Even, he had to find a way to protect those 'dead' and prevent their souls from being further persecuted.

Based on his own words, it is obviously quite a disadvantage to do this kind of thing.

Fortunately, he wasn't the only one present.

"Lord Hermod!"

At the moment when the flames rose, those women flying in the sky also came to his side.

"Protect those souls!"

Without waiting for any more greetings, Hermod issued such an order.

"Remember to rescue them!"

'boom'

Then, his figure quickly disappeared in place.

When the sights of the Valkyries once again caught the God of Speed, he had already rushed into the sea of ​​flames.

"What the hell is he worried about?"

However, perhaps because of the lack of information, some Valkyries may not realize the seriousness of the problem.

However, Helvey and the others vaguely had a guess.

At this moment, the Valkyrie turned her gaze downwards.

What she saw was resentment, a twisted mockery.

"I hope you will enjoy this 'gift', Valkyrie."

Seeing this, her heart sank.

Thinking a little bit about their help to the Norwegian army, the answer seems to be obvious.

"No, they want to attack the soul, let's act quickly!"

Then, the women soaring in the sky scattered in all directions.

After suffering a loss before, they have already set up an enchantment around them to prevent the soul from leaving.

Originally, they didn't need these to select warriors.

Because this itself is the first round of threshold for selecting the Warriors.

Think about it, how can a person who can't even maintain his own will and goes to the nether world in a daze be qualified to be favored by the gods?

But it's different now, and now they have received orders from Helmold.

In addition to the usual selection of warriors, they also need to ensure that Norway maintains a number that can fight.

But now, the magic barrier that prevents the soul from leaving seems to have become a life-threatening talisman.

Thinking of this, Helvey flew directly to Hermod's side, expressing her accustomed respectful attitude:

"Master Helmold, do you want to remove the barrier? This fire may be able to send souls to Niflheim as soon as possible, and then we can inform the sisters there..."

Then, she got a precise response.

"no!"

Hermod yelled loudly.

Maybe it was because of his excitement, the envoy couldn't even keep his mouth shut for a while, and some inner thoughts just flowed out of his mouth.

"In that case, wouldn't everyone know..."

Then, the sound stopped abruptly.

His face was flushed, and a twisted hatred and shame lingered on his face.

Reason forcibly suppressed the anger and humiliation surging in his heart, and then he changed his words.

"If the soul enters Helheim, then it is no different from completely dissipating."

Why is there no difference?

At least they can continue to exist and will not disappear completely.

Although she thought so from the bottom of her heart, Helvey obviously wouldn't speak out what was in her heart.

"understood."

Accustomed to obedience, she just bowed her head and backed away.

Since Hermod wouldn't let them do that, they could only do their best.

Although she knew that this was actually just Helmold's family, she couldn't say anything now-at least for now.

"Quickly, sisters, lead those souls out of the city, where there is no fire."

Looking up at the torrential rain created by magic, Helvey took a deep breath.

Once again, she turned her attention to the location of the only remaining square and palace, where the prince still stands.

"Even at such a high cost, even if you seem to have done a lot of damage to Norway, this effort is... futile."

Because with their high-intensity work, it only takes a few days for this army to return to its original state.

Even if their plan is successful, and tens of thousands of souls here are completely killed by them and returned to heaven and earth, there will still be an army claiming to be Norway.

Because the goal of the gods is to attract the attention of people from another kingdom.

Those great beings will not stop there until they meet.

"What are you guys doing for..."

…………

"Anger, resentment, revenge..."

On the square, the tired prince pursed his lips.

After confronting the god of the suspected speed god, his mood stabilized a lot.

However, after this kind of distortion, which was almost like the fulfillment of a long-cherished wish, suddenly passed, Sead suddenly felt a lingering daze.

After reaching this step, he suddenly didn't know what to do next.

The mind also seemed to freeze.

"His Royal Highness Prince?"

The soldiers' inquiries and greetings came from my ears.

Up to this point, they still believed in him, and believed in him, His Highness.

"Do you regret it?"

Suddenly, he asked.