You and me under the world tree

This is definitely a lot of work.

Although they don't need to guide the dead to Asgard for the time being, it is still a laborious task to lead more than 7 dead outside the city.

And when they desperately took their souls out of the city, it was already two hours later.

And until now, the afternoon is coming to an end, and the chariot of Sun Goddess Sur is almost reaching her end.

The light above the sky is like a flame burning, as if it is going to completely burn the earth.

Helvey casually looked at the collapsed city, her body and mind trembled.

Because the work of cracking runes and saving souls was carried out almost simultaneously, after saving those souls, the flames in most areas of Rose City have dissipated.

It was also for this reason that what remained in Helvey's eyes at the moment were only the ruins of the city.

The mottled city walls on the outside are still standing, and the city gate has been smashed, but there are a lot of debris inside.

The interlacing of stone and wood seems to be telling the prosperity of the past.

And at the end of the pit in the ruins was a palace protected by a magic barrier.

Just staring at the current Rose City, Helvey closed her eyes.

She had seen the prosperity of this city before, so she couldn't help but feel a little complicated now.

And more importantly, there are too many injuries in this city.

She never dreamed that those two people could do this.

Whether it is means, plan or heart, if any one of them is missing, this plan will fail.

Not everyone has the courage to officially declare war on the gods, and even the gods' minds are occasionally calculated.

Not everyone is willing to put all their eggs in one basket and use 'to die together' as the end of the plan.

Even, not everyone has the courage and ruthlessness to erase the souls of others.

For the vast majority of human beings, the so-called 'death' is the end.

But they will attack the 'soul'.

And more importantly, there are not only Norse warriors who are 'cared for' by the gods, but also warriors who fight for Gitland.

Thinking of this, Helvey couldn't help but cast her eyes on the souls that the Valkyrie worked so hard to rescue.

Their number is extremely huge, but among them there is a group of people who are so different.

The armor they used to fight in life appears on their spirit bodies, which is a symbol of their strong will.

It is precisely because of their firm will that they spontaneously gathered together.

"Come on! Damn Norwegian! Where's my sword?"

"Why are you still here? Didn't I tell you to leave the square?"

"Tsk, where are those monsters? Where are they? I have to kill these dogs!"

But the headache is that they have held a strong animosity until now.

Helvey knew exactly why this was.

In this world, there are only a few people with a clear mind and perseverance.

And the reason why these Gitland soldiers can still maintain this kind of fighting spirit is because of the anger and resentment deep in their hearts.

And this kind of hatred is actually not difficult to resolve.

At least for these mortals.

Then, Helvey sighed:

"Enough, this war is over, you are dead."

The Valkyrie's words were like pressing the pause button, and the noisy, seemingly high-spirited fighters fell into a state of sluggishness.

"Are we... dead?"

They didn't start to look around until they were awakened by others.

"Yes, you have already died in battle, you..."

"then who are you?"

Before Helvey could say anything more, one of the women asked in a cold voice.

She is Seiyad's shield maiden.

But before Helvey made any self-introduction, her eyes moved to Helvey's wings.

"Valkyrie!"

Her pupils shrank, and the look on the shield girl's face made Helvey feel a little uneasy.

Generally speaking, when women in the world mention their Valkyries, all the expressions on their faces are longing and longing.

Because the Valkyrie is synonymous with nobility in the world, even an existence like a king must be polite.

However, this shield girl is different.

The expression on her face is a strong hatred!

"It turned out to be the lackey of the gods!"

After hearing these words, Helvey subconsciously cast her eyes on the other people, only to find that the expressions on their faces were almost the same.

Hate, anger.

This is somewhat different from what Helvey imagined.

Originally, she thought that for these fighters, death in battle meant the end of everything.

But now, these are not over yet.

"How do you..."

Before Helvetia could say anything more, those souls rioted.

"You bloody running dogs, actually dare to appear in front of us!"

"Give back my family's life!"

"Return my hometown!!!"

The souls directly pulled out the same translucent soul weapons, and then directly rushed towards the surrounding Valkyrie, such a soul force of thousands of people directly set off a riot.

Chapter 96: Sting, Conflict

When the body dies, the soul in it will leave and appear, which is an iron-clad theorem in the Nine Realms.

At the same time, the soul will maintain its appearance before death.

If one dies lightly clothed, the soul will also be lightly clothed.

And if you were wearing armor and fighting bravely before you died, you will probably have weapons that can hurt people after you die.

In addition, through the last ritual of 'burning', the living can also influence the dead to a certain extent.

For example, a carriage, or boots, or even treasure or something.

However, these are only secondary.

As a Valkyrie, Helvey knows very well that the concrete form of the soul is an 'ideal' existence.

It has never been objectively stated, and there are only two points that determine the existence form of the soul.

One is the cognition of the world, and the other is the cognition of the self.

The former is manifested in the image of death, while the latter can make subtle changes.

Like weapons...

Their bodies had apparently been completely burned by the fire, and their methods of death were actually different.

Some of them died in the fight with the Norwegian fighters, and died on the spot, and some were smashed into flesh by the berserkers.

Some people actually didn't die on the spot, but died of excessive bloodthirsty because they didn't stop the bleeding in time.

There are many other situations as well.

Under such circumstances, the definition and cognition derived from the world is definitely not enough to make their souls appear in the form of holding weapons tightly.

But now, they have done just that.

Helvey could clearly see that when they showed their hostility, they drew out their long swords for combat from their waists, and some even took off their spears and shields from their backs.

These are proofs that the individual will influences the way the soul exists.

They thought they ought to bear arms, so they drew their blades.

Of course, these weapons certainly have a certain lethality.

Although it is nothingness, it is an existence recognized by the world after all.

The spiritual weapons in their hands, at least at this moment, are reality.

And facing such an army of souls, even Helvey couldn't help but feel her scalp tingling.

There were too many people, not to mention that Helvey didn't want to hurt them because of their hostility.

Whether it is kindness or guilt, she still wants to use dialogue to solve the problem.

"Calm down."

Quickly flying into the air with her partners, Helvey said.

However, such pure words are futile at this moment.

Those dead Gitland warriors would not listen to her at all.

"Calm down? Now you mention calm down?"

A male soldier sneered.

"Everything is ruined by you!"

Unable to suppress the anger deep in his heart anymore, he tried to throw the spirit spear in his hand.

But the spear was directly shot down by Helvey, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"However, your family members..."

"what happened?"

Before Helvey finished speaking, an obviously impatient voice came.

Then, Helvey's heart skipped a beat.

I'm really afraid of what's coming!

She had wanted to end the unrest here quickly, at least before Hermod knew it.

However, this idea is after all whimsical.

Thinking about it carefully, Hermod will definitely notice when she intends to use dialogue to solve the problem.

After all, it was a riot of thousands of people...

"Just some..."

With a tired and helpless mood, Helvey said.

In fact, she still wants to make one last effort in this regard.

However, the soldiers below seemed impatient.

"You god's lackeys, don't fly in the sky! You shameless sluts, whores!"

After hearing this, Helvey immediately shut her mouth.

She knew that the current situation had reached the point where she couldn't handle it.

The filthy words uttered by those Gitland soldiers have already shown their position. As for Hermod, he frowned even more.

The envoy who was stagnant in mid-air looked down.

There was faint impatience and anger in his eyes, and Helvey felt that there was a cavity of anger lingering in his chest, with nowhere to vent.