Sadness is nothing greater than death, which refers to this feeling.

The partners who grew up and fought together for thousands of years, under the order of the great god Odin, launched a charge against the rebellious goddess of death Hela. In the end, no one of the entire army survived, and she fell into the kingdom of the dead, including herself.

I thought I could rest in peace, but the result was heartbreaking.

They sacrificed their lives to the gods in exchange for supreme glory to fight on the battlefield, just to go to the Valhalla after death.

But the fact is...

They who died fighting for Asgard were not led to Valhalla, but were thrown into Helheim instead.

Except for her, the souls of the twenty-six Valkyries fell into the hands of Hela, the goddess of death. They could not rest in peace even after death, suffering eternal torture and abuse!

This is the saddest memory hidden deep in Brunhilde's heart!

She hated Hela, and even more hated Odin's ruthlessness, and abandoned the Valkyrie as a prop!

"The meat is burnt."

A voice interrupted his thoughts.

When Brynhild came back to his senses, he found that the pieces of meat on the sword had been roasted and charred.

Brunhilde sighed lightly, threw away the charred meat, skewered another piece and grilled it on the fire, and said to Lord: "If you have healed your wounds, just leave quickly, Helheim is not a good place. , if you are discovered by Hela, you will never be able to leave here again."

Lord raised his eyebrows slightly: "Listen to what you mean, can't you leave here?"

"I'm already dead."

Brunhilde's eyes dimmed, and he laughed at himself: "A dead person doesn't stay in the underworld, where can she go?"

Why didn't she want to leave?

But the souls of the dead, bound by the rules of Helheim's underworld, can only stay here and suffer forever!

"You saved my life, and I can grant one of your wishes." A smile appeared on the corner of Lord's lips, and he said, "If I told you, could I take you out of here?"

Brunhilde's body trembled slightly, the light in his eyes flashed away, and he sighed, saying: "You should take care of yourself first, take me away from Helheim, unless you can defeat Hela, the goddess of death, Otherwise, don't talk like that."

The entire Helheim is under the control of Hela, the goddess of death.

No one can take away even any soul from under her nose, not even the great god Odin, let alone a person who is seriously injured and dying?

"Don't rush to refuse~"

Lorde couldn't help but smiled and said, "People always have dreams, what if I can really do it?"

"There's no case, you don't know how terrible Hela is!" Brunhilde glanced at him angrily.

Although she said she didn't believe it, there was still a glimmer of hope in her heart. Although it was so slim, she couldn't help but fantasize about it.

Lorde smiled and squinted his eyes and asked, "It's all said in case, what can I do if I think about it?"

"If...if you can really take me away." Brunhild looked hesitant.

I thought it was a dream anyway,

My heart suddenly became free and easy, and Brunhilde smiled and said, "I am willing to swear to serve you with my life, and be only your... Valkyrie."

Lorde showed a meaningful look and said, "Then it's a deal, my Valkyrie... Brynhild."

"It seems that I'm really crazy to believe your nonsense." Brynhild shook his head amusingly, and turned to ignore Lord, and concentrated on roasting the meat in his hands, this piece must not be Focused again.

Soon, the meat is roasted.

The fragrant grilled meat is steaming and covered in rich gravy, making it look like you want to take a bite.

Brynhild turned his head and asked, "You are injured, do you want a piece?"

Lord took the barbecue and asked in surprise, "Isn't this hell? Souls that have died shouldn't need to eat, right?"

"Of course."

Brunhilde explained: "If you stay in Helheim for a long time, if there is no energy replenishment, you will quickly become a wandering spirit that has lost its sense and self-consciousness."

There was a clear understanding in Lord's eyes. Helheim's spiritual quantity was very small, which was not enough to supply the needs of these souls, so he hunted other creatures to supplement his situation.

After eating and drinking, Brynhild hugged the sword, curled up and fell asleep by the fire. And Lord, as the wounded, naturally occupied the stone bed covered with animal skins.

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Helheim is shrouded in ice and snow all year round, and there is no distinction between day and night. So if you want to judge the time, you can only rely on body sense and intuition.

During the two days of rest, Lord also discovered one thing.

That is, Helheim's spiritual sons are extremely rare, and the concentration is not even one-tenth of the current world!

Such a rare concentration of spiritual sons directly caused his injury to recover slowly, and the spiritual pressure has only recovered by less than one-fifth, and he is far from the peak.

Just outrageous...

He has never seen such a shabby hell before, and the concentration of spirits is even lower than that of the world. I really don't know how Hela did it!

Brynhilde greeted: "I'm out hunting, be careful by yourself."

The animal meat had been divided up by the two of them last time, leaving a pile of white bones, which was enough for her to eat for a week, but Lorde had a bigger appetite and ate more than her, in just two or two days. It was exhausted, so Brunnhilde could only go out hunting.

After saying that, Brynhild walked out of the cave and disappeared into the snowstorm.

"Eh......"

Lorde sighed silently.

At this rate, it is estimated that it will take at least half a month before he can fully return to his peak state.

Anyway, it's boring to be alone, so just go and draw the reward from the village.

If it wasn't for that bastard Randkiel intervening in the middle, he would have already drawn the reward now, so why wait until now.

Lorde took a rough inventory.

In view of the fact that he did not repair the damaged city, and the souls he had accumulated before, the number of first-class souls he currently holds is as many as 35, which is the largest sum of money so far!

The top prize pool is drawn ten times for ten souls, so he can draw thirty times in total!

Thirty times!

And it's still a top prize pool. What's the concept?

Just thinking about it, Lorde couldn't hold back his excitement: "Dog system, lottery!"

【ding~】

[Whether to consume 30* first-class soul lottery? 】

Lord rubbed his hands, took a deep breath, and said, "Yes, I want to draw a lottery!"

huh~

First, a white mist suddenly floated, and then the Palace of the King of Spirit appeared in front of his eyes.

A brown-haired man with elegant and easy-going temperament wearing black-rimmed glasses walked slowly, with a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, and his eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into the heart.

Lorde was slightly shocked, and recognized the man at a glance.

Aizen Sousuke!

Two-dimensional well-known pretender and hairspray hand.

I can't help but have the wisdom to fool everyone in the palm of my hand, even in terms of strength, it is impeccable, all the skills of the god of death are at the top, and even the ultimate BOSS of scientific research and technology!

did not expect......

The person stationed in the top prize pool is actually him!

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