You and me under the world tree

Having said that, Hodder couldn't help but sighed.

"I never like to belittle my enemies. Even if I am very angry, I don't want to belittle others just like that."

He whispered about it.

And in the end, he just bent down and narrowed the distance between them.

He just stared at Hela's incomparably beautiful eyes now, as if he was looking for something in them.

And in the end, his hands even directly supported the barrier supporting Hela's body.

"This doesn't look like Odin's behavior... Even, compared to his grandchildren, he obviously trusts his children more. Even the so-called heroes born in the mortal world, Hermod is a representative of them."

He sighed softly, and there was even the sound of breathing under the helmet.

Under the extremely close distance, Hela suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The ridiculous thing is that this sense of oppression does not actually belong to her.

To be precise, it was her body that felt an inexplicable panic.

This seemed to be a biological instinct, and although this instinct would not affect her, it somehow made her feel bad.

"You think I'm lying?"

She didn't shy away from it, and the naked queen just looked straight into the man's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a strange power began to flow in her originally beautiful eyes.

For a moment, the darkness of the dead appeared in the eyes that were originally full of vitality.

Chapter 89: A Special Feeling

There's no reason for it, just pure discomfort.

And because of this kind of emotion that is almost like a joke, a silent confrontation started.

At this moment, the atmosphere that had been eased due to the 'peace talks' between the two sides became dignified again.

Although on the surface, the man in the evil dragon armor looked like he was threatening the helpless woman.

But as long as you observe carefully, you will find that the so-called helpless woman is not bad in terms of momentum.

And vaguely, that seemingly condescending man seemed to be vaguely suppressed.

But it's normal...

Ordinary people... even gods would be in awe of absolute power and the strong man who controls that power, but this kind of awe is generally not based on pure respect.

The so-called awe is, after all, a nicer way of saying it.

When meeting for the first time, or even confronting each other, how many people will respect the story behind that strength?

Personality?

Morality?

For most people, these are things they don't understand, because the parties concerned haven't had the time to publicize their deeds and legends.

Even, not only human beings, including giants, dwarves, elves, and high gods, quite a few people don't care about this kind of thing.

Especially Midgard... even the logic of the Nine Realms is quite simple and crude.

The so-called strong should be respected, but to put it bluntly, this respect is the fear of loss, even fear of death.

The latter accounted for the vast majority.

The so-called reverence for the strong, and even submissiveness in front of them, to put it bluntly, is still afraid of being killed with a single knife, and even the ashes are thrown away.

This is an instinctive sense of fear possessed by creatures, and the subsequent series of resurrection methods actually have nothing to do with these.

Because even today's gods are afraid of it.

Huo De once saw the high-spirited envoy, the god of speed, hysterical in front of him.

That kind of madness is an insult to those warriors who value honor. To put it bluntly, they are still afraid of death, but they can't show their fear, so they can only vent their fear in their hearts by roaring and threatening.

Because of the desire to live, death becomes a source of fear.

"Although I don't know how you did it, you seem to want to arouse the fear in my heart?"

Right in front of Hodder, Hela said.

And her words inevitably made the sage silent for a moment.

Because she was right.

Regardless of his ultimate goal, he had done so before.

【Evil Dragon Oppression】

[panic boiling]

This is something engraved on the player's skill tree, and as a player, Hodder has always played it as a skill.

But now, after piercing the thin paper barrier between the so-called game and the real world, he is actually more comfortable using these so-called skills.

And at this moment, pairing it with a [Howl of Fear] can basically make up a three-piece set for mental attack.

But he didn't do that, after all, he was just testing now.

"This method doesn't seem to be magic...it's more like the absolute power of a creature, similar to the predation of a superior species."

The great Queen of the Dead didn't seem to notice Hodder's silence at all.

Because she looked as if she was still thinking, and she was continuously interpreting the oppressive power that Hodder exerted beyond ordinary people's cognition.

"Pure instinct suppression..."

In the end, before Hodduo could say anything, she seemed to have come up with the final answer.

However, Hella herself may not have noticed it.

From the beginning to the end, her description is too smooth.

Although there was a thoughtful look on her face, in fact, she got the answer early on.

And the reason for the continuous analysis is just to return this oppressive feeling to Huo De.

Moreover, revealing his own secret is only the first step.

"Do you think that you can push your nose on your face?"

Caught off guard, Hela stretched out her hands directly.

Those white arms directly wrapped around the sage's neck and touched the cold helmet.

At the same time, she slowly approached Hodder, her movements were bolder than that of the man.

Although she occupies Brunhilde's body at the moment, she is still Hela after all.

Hella Lokidottir

Queen of the realm of death.

Legend has it that she is the hostess of the Nether, and her entire body is assimilated with the Nether, so clothes are nothing at all.

There is no difference between men and women in her eyes, because when she was a little girl, she was abandoned to that ghost place.

Speaking of which, it was the first time for her to do this kind of action, because no one wanted to get close to such a great but terrifying existence like her.

And because it's so close...

"Where do you think the so-called fear comes from? Is it pure power?"

Before waiting for the man to respond, she shook her head.

"Of course not, because if the so-called power has no ultimate purpose, then it has no meaning of existence. Simply 'powerful' is not scary."

At this moment, Hela's voice gradually sank.

No one knew whether the clear voice belonged to her or to Brunhilde.

"In fact, what they fear is their own pain and death, and I am the embodiment of death."

At this moment, Huo De only felt a chill rising from his heart, and then rushed to his brain.

This strange feeling made him narrow his eyes.

"Don't you think your actions are ridiculous?"

"I think this may be some kind of delusion on your part, ma'am."

Under Hela's gaze, a slightly low voice came from under the tightly wrapped evil dragon helmet.

"I never meant to scare you. In fact, I was once cursed by the gods. Although I have used that power for my own use, there are still some remnants in my body."

"curse……"

After hearing what Huo De said, Hela's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly.

But before she could say anything, the man in front of her quickly changed the subject.

"In addition, I think the exchange of information should be a serious matter. Under the premise of establishing a mutual assistance relationship between each other, any concealment can be regarded as a betrayal, and this kind of betrayal does not have any benefits."

In the end, he made a bold move.

Just when Hella seemed to be thinking about it, the sage stretched out his hand to hold her shoulder.

His fingers groped along her shoulders and finally found the hand on his neck.

Then, he took her hand, held her slender palm with both hands, and then raised it slightly.

This movement is like praying...

"Our purpose is the same, and for that common goal, we should be united. This trust is mutual, ma'am."

Facing Huo De's extremely sincere behavior, Hela seemed to have lost the ability to speak for a while.

She just stared at the man in the evil dragon armor, staring at the eyes under the simple battle helmet.

At this moment, she suddenly found that the oppressive feeling had completely disappeared, and the man in front of him seemed to have removed all his disguise and seemed extremely sincere.

At this moment, she suddenly had such a strange feeling in her heart.

It seems that no one has regarded her as a normal person or even held her hand for a long time.

No, it should be said that no one has ever done this.

So, with a long sigh, she stretched out her slender palm slightly, and she touched his cold helmet.

"I didn't lie, what I said before is also true."

tsk...

Under the helmet, Hodder closed his eyes.

Chapter 90: Once Upon a Girl

Suddenly, a strange atmosphere of silence spread throughout the cold corridor.

If someone can record this scene, it must be a beautiful picture.

The famous hero held the hand of the Valkyrie in his palm, as if praying.

Meanwhile, the beautiful Valkyrie let her long hair hang loose, she just reached out her hand as if to caress the hero's face.

In fact, if there were not so many messes on the way, this is very likely the original situation.

No one doesn't like that kind of wonderful "encounter", even if this kind of beauty is only superficial.

But unfortunately, there was no recorder present as a third person.

And more importantly, a man and a woman face to face have their own thoughts in their hearts.

Like Howard...

His current mood is actually not very good, because as far as before, he really felt that he was jumping repeatedly on the edge of death.

For all creatures, facing Hela is actually more painful than facing any god.

Because just like what Hela said before, facing the so-called gods, what you feel is at best a huge power.

Whether it is divine power, martial arts, magic or physical strength, these are nothing but the embodiment of 'powerful'.