You and me under the world tree

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And in Hodder's own memory, the descriptions in the myths and legends he is familiar with are also like this.

Sirte is invincible, and in the twilight doomsday, his performance can be called crushing.

Although in the description, those words have always hinted that Surte's opponent, Frey from the Warner Protoss, would show even stronger combat effectiveness if he picked up the legendary sword of victory.

But losing is losing.

In the end, Frey failed to bring any harm to Sirte.

In some completely different versions, Surte even took the place of the world python Jormungandr.

It is not an exaggeration to say that one person singled out the entire Asa clan.

Even prophecies suggest that the gods cannot stop the fire giants.

His flame will burn in Asgard, eventually consuming all of Uktrassil.

In any case, in the depiction of the legend, the flame giant is definitely a formidable enemy.

It is a powerful enemy that requires the Aesir to gather all their combat power and deal with it.

That scale is definitely no less than the level of the war with the ancestor of the frost giant, Ymir.

However, it is the enemies that need to be dealt with on that scale, but now they only rely on the two gods Odin and Hodr to deal with them.

No matter how you look at it, it's a bit forced.

Although there has been a huge deviation between the Nine Realms and the stories in Hodder's memory.

But now it seems a little strange.

God of War Hoddle.

This is an identity that no longer exists in mainstream legends.

In fact, in the modern age that Hodder is familiar with, it is generally believed that the God of War Hodder was only popular for a short period of time.

Because I am in awe of the night, I want to be brave in the dark environment.

A god born of this.

But these are all 'cultural theory'.

The 'humanistic culture' considered on the premise that gods do not exist is obviously not applicable to the land of the 'Nine Realms'.

However, even so, one thing has not changed.

That is the strength of Sirte.

His size determines the strength he possesses.

For him, Odin and Hodur, who exist as gods, are as insignificant as ants.

Under his attack, they could only flee in all directions.

Moreover, they have no way to completely escape his attack range.

Just the air waves generated when they hit the ground seemed to overturn them.

And the scorching air blast blowing towards their faces even made the armors of the two war gods turn red.

In contrast, although Odin and Hodur seemed to be doing their best, the magic spear and the holy sword would always emit a palpitating glow.

Facing the dazzling brilliance that seemed to illuminate the entire world, he had to admit those words that the queen said.

Although that was ugly, at least Hodder didn't want to agree.

However, after seeing Gulam's power that seemed to be able to shake the earth, the prestige of its later sword masters seemed to be no more than that.

God wrath...

The sword of the gods in the name of the purest emotion demonstrates the supreme majesty of the rulers of the nine worlds.

Wrath of Gods should be like this.

Coupled with magic, a moment of breathing can be called ever-changing.

Elemental bombing, divine strike.

The variety of colors almost made Hodder feel visual fatigue as a spectator.

The shock is real.

But also regrettable.

Because the attack of the gods is ineffective.

The holy sword Gulam and the magic gun Gungnir can hit Surte's huge body every time, and the elemental magic can indeed bombard him precisely.

But these are of no use.

The flames are still burning, and even a momentary gap is quickly filled.

If there is any flaw in Sirte's body, it is probably 'tactics'.

Because of its huge size, it looks like it is often passively beaten.

And more importantly, there's a lingering roughness to it just by looking at the action.

To put it bluntly, it's like throwing your fists indiscriminately.

The reason is actually very simple, because although Soulte has great strength, he has not fought much.

He is born strong, so he only needs to use his strength.

But because of this, that kind of rough movement can be regarded as full of flaws.

And taking advantage of this flaw, the gods continued to avoid it.

They continued to entangle like this.

I don't know how long we fought.

In the end, the offensive of the gods finally slowed down.

Anyone can see that they are tired and their physical strength is on the verge of limit.

God will reach the limit?

Such a thing is simply unimaginable.

At least it is unimaginable for Hodder, a human being.

But, this is the reality.

In the fight with the flame giant, their physical fitness is rapidly declining.

Because there is no sun and moon, no division of day and night, Hodder can't even tell the time for a while.

He didn't even know if there was a fault in this dazzling battle.

After all, this is only the 'memory' of Ross's child, and the confusion in this regard has also been proved before.

But in the end, it came to an end.

"Boom"

Soult thumped the fist of the flame.

Accompanied by the scorching wind pressure, Hodur and Odin, who couldn't escape for a while, were blown out like this.

They avoided the fist at the first moment, but the force that hit their faces didn't make him stand still.

The movements even begin to deform.

"There is a fundamental gap between you and me."

Just when Hoddle raised his hand to tear off the deformed hot armor, Soult's voice echoed.

"After this battle, you should be able to understand this."

Clearly, Soult seems to have won.

This is true in every way.

And after realizing this, Hoddle even raised his head slightly.

He coughed twice, panting heavily.

"It's really shameful, you're still in this embarrassment even though you've won the title of God of War."

"Not yet."

At the same time, the voice of the God King echoed.

"Ah."

Listening to the words of the God King, Hoddle nodded slowly.

"I haven't lost yet... But in terms of the result, whether it's you or me, Your Majesty, it can be regarded as being let go."

In this regard, Odin remained silent.

After all, anyone could tell that the ancestor's flame giant had no intention of killing.

If he had the intention to kill, he would have already made up the knife.

But the ancestor fire giant did not do this.

But what kind of attitude can you show at this time?

Perhaps, for the Asa Protoss who produced the God of War, this is no less than an insult.

but……

"It's not like nothing happened to us."

Hoddle spoke slowly.

He clenched the holy sword in his hand, and then slowly got up.

"Fire giant Sirte, I admit that you are very powerful."

"Then, you should turn around and leave now. Although you gods are the masters of the Nine Realms, the descendants of Ymir threaten you all the time."

"The frost giants of Jotunheim are nothing to worry about."

he opened his mouth to speak.

"I admit that in your eyes, I and my people are weak, but because you are born strong and no one can be against you, you don't understand how weak people like us will go down. What kind of kung fu will deal with you."

He slowly raised the sword in his hand.

"It's as if Ymir never thought about how the god king with his blood would deal with him."

"Ok?"

At this moment, Sirte seemed to have finally noticed something was wrong.

"Look around you! See where this is!"

'crash la la'

At this moment, the sound of running water rang.

Chapter 99: The so-called life

The sound of the river seems to be clear and sweet at this moment.

But after listening too much, Hodder couldn't help but feel a biting chill.

Because this is Niflheim, the country of ice and fog.

And if he remembered correctly, there should only be twelve big rivers in this ancient ice and snow kingdom.