31. Knock off the dust (Part 2) --- For the unbridled brothers in midsummer [16/22]
The final battle between Odin and Hela begins at the highest point of Valagar Fortress, in Odin's temple, where Odin personally destroyed Hela's body and soul tens of thousands of years ago, and where all grudges begin.
, this grudge that has lasted long enough will also come to an end.
All this is like a fateful reincarnation, full of the weight of traditional destiny and a hint of romance between the avenger and the hated.
On the only way to the sacred hall, at the edge of the Rainbow Bridge shining with golden red light, Tyrion, wearing a black swordsman's robe, stood there, holding a heavy sword in both hands, as if he was blocking Heimdall.
road.
He knew what the silver heroic spirit wanted to do, and he was unwilling to let Heimdall ruin Hela's revenge feast.
That's what he should do as a leader.
And Heimdall, the strongest heroic spirit in Valargar Fortress, also knows very well that if he wants to aid his master, he must overcome the obstacles in front of him, the Lord of Death Tyrion, the Blade of Dawn, and Azeroth
The most powerful man in Sri Lanka, a demon king who cannot be defeated by him.
Heimdall saw Hela before the battle began. The death power entangled in the Hades Queen who was re-transformed into the Pale Valkyrie was so thick that it was terrifying, but compared to Tyrion, Hela's death aura was simply
It's not worth mentioning that the slender man in front of him has the undead aura that is at least three times stronger than Hela!
Just standing in front of Tyrion against the coldness of death is already an extremely difficult thing.
"Are you sure you want to draw your sword against me?"
The great lord asked in a low voice:
"Are you sure you have a chance of winning?"
"Keng"
Blue lightning storms jumped on the thunder sword in Heimdall's hand. He held the sword in both hands and pointed the sharp blade at the big lord in front of him. His steel body was 7 meters high, while the big lord was only 2 meters tall. Look.
It looks like a giant is about to bully a dwarf.
"I have no idea."
The silver heroic spirit said in a deep voice:
"But I have to go! No matter who is standing in front of me!"
"Oh, voluntarism?"
Tyrion curled his lips, and clasped the hilt of the Ashbringer's sword with his black-gloved fingers. With a soft cry, the heavy sharp blade was pulled out from the weird-shaped scabbard, and there was a dim light.
Beating on the blade, along with the movement of the high lord's wrist, black sword shadows appeared in the air that the Ashbringer cut through, and finally returned to the straight-out sharp blade.
"You heroic spirits, these titan creations, all have an untimely pride, as if your steel bodies are born more noble than flesh and blood, as if everything you do is just, that kind of unreasonable arrogance makes
People are disgusted, Odin is so, and so are his warriors."
As the power of the Great Lord flows, several death runes on the Ashbringer's blade are lit up one by one, making this black blade shimmer with a faint blue light. It looks very beautiful, as if it is made of crystal.
Like a thick sword blade, a trace of circulating cold air also drifted on the blade, and soon turned into substantial coldness, passing through the dead hall like wind, blessing the hall full of corpses again.
Eerie frost.
"Don't make yourself look like a weakling with deep hatred, and don't put the halo of a villain on me!"
The high lord looked at Heimdall in front of him and said to the silver heroic spirit:
"Before the war started, I gave you a warning, I gave you my goodwill, but you rejected it. The reason why this war happened was not because of my cruelty, but because you were on the wrong road.
!War is my way of preaching. I believe it can effectively correct your thinking."
"You see, my plan for the world has already begun! I have already lit up my own sign! In the sky of panic and scorching sun, my light shows the whole world the future I expect. Those mice hidden in the shadows,
I drown them all with death! All the rats”
"you!"
Tyrion pursed his lips and said rather disdainfully:
"Will be the last one!"
This weird explanation did not calm Heimdall's inner anger, but made the Silver Heroic Spirit even more angry. As a natural Titan creation, Heimdall lacked a mode of perceptual thinking. Like other Titan creations, he always
Choose the most rational thinking, and in his opinion, everything Odin does is to protect the world, and they are just.
But Tyrion viewed their sacrifices for this world as rats struggling in the dark, which angered Heimdall completely.
"Discourteous person!"
The silver heroic spirit was like the most skilled warrior. With a war cry full of rage, he swung his giant sword and launched a rapid charge towards the great lord who was surrounded by darkness. Substantial red anger wrapped around the heroic spirit's body.
On the top, in the flash of lightning, Heimdall looked like a real god.
In Vrykul legends, he is also a member of the gods.
"Feel the power of creation!"
"Wow"
The thunder heavy sword entangled by the thunder and lightning of the storm slashed at the high lord like lightning. The heavy sword wind brought by Heimdall's heroic spirit blew up the long hair of the high lord. Tyrion faced the falling sword.
Light took a step forward, and in the fullness of the power of death, the body of the great lord collided rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he became a giant as tall as Heimdall.
The heavy Ashbringer in his hand traced a black trajectory from bottom to top, accurately blocking the giant sword chopped down by the silver heroic spirit. In a teeth-piercing collision, the terrifying repulsive force passed through the thunder sword.
It was transmitted to the hands of the heroic spirit, tearing his steel fingers apart. The great lord's blow was merciless. As he flipped his wrist, the dazzling thunder sword in Heimdall's hand came out, whistling.
, stabbed into the outside of the battlefield between the two giants.
With one successful blow, the great lord reached forward with his free right hand, and in a moment's notice, he hit Heimdall's neck. The runic light shining outside the body of the heroic warrior and the thick energy shield were like thin sheets.
It was torn apart like paper. The darkness shining on the big lord's fingers and the violent impact of the thunder. With the hot energy sparks flying, this powerful silver heroic spirit was easily lifted into the air.
Tyrion looked at Heimdall struggling in his hands. His five fingers tightened little by little. The cold power seeped into the heroic spirit's steel body, choking the power he kept trying to explode and making him weak.
, let him be like a lamb to be slaughtered.
"Bang"
The heavy golden helmet on Heimdall's head was thrown onto the frozen ground. The high lord dragged his neck without saying a word, like pulling a corpse, pulling the struggling and increasingly weak Heimdall.
Dragging it to the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, beyond the bridge, which was completely composed of golden-red light, between the cold clouds and mists that surged under the night, one could still vaguely see the entire Stormfjord, which was awakened by this war.
On the earth in the darkness, there are dots of firelight, which are the mortals who are watching the twilight of the gods. Those are the Vrykuls, those Vrykuls who believe in Odin as their god. They may be praying, maybe
In fear, perhaps trying to use mortal thinking to understand the terrible scene in front of him.
And they will soon see the scene where, in myths and legends, the Hall of Valor belonging to the gods falls from the sky.
Yes, not too far.
"Odin chooses heroic souls from among mortals to fill his legions."
The high lord looked at the dark world below, which was where he came from. He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be talking to Heimdall, who was getting weaker:
"He doesn't trust flesh and blood mortals, he just treats them as lambs, and wraps his cold will with fantastic and epic stories. He doesn't care about the life and death of these mortals at all. He only wants the souls of heroic warriors, that is the only thing he needs
What mortals sacrifice but it is souls!”
"That is the most magnificent miracle that a world can produce."
"The small number of vrykul can no longer satisfy him, right?"
Tyrion turned to look at Heimdall, who was imprisoned by death in his hands. He looked at the silver heroic spirit and said softly:
"He is planning to introduce his heroic spirit ritual to the entire world! He has been planning to do this for a long time. This is also the biggest difference between him and other guardians. I know it!"
"If Hela hadn't accidentally imprisoned him, I'm afraid every civilization in Azeroth today would be like the Vrykul, still stuck in the most primitive and barbaric clan era. Odin needs these mortals to remain barbaric. He needs
They have gone through hardships, and he needs them to grow into the souls he longs for, and then die in a meaningless battle and become his heroic spirits."
"You do want to protect this world, Heimdall, but the way you save it is to return this world to ignorance and barbarism! Let the fire of war burn freely in this world so that you can get more
souls, more heroic spirits”
"You asked me why?"
"Let me tell you why here, in this holy and dirty temple of yours!"
"Click"
The steel of Heimdall's neck was torn apart by the clasped fingers of the great lord. The silver heroic spirit let out a painful roar, like a suppressed beast. His silver eyes stared at Tyrion,
The great lord also looked at him with indifferent eyes:
"I don't allow it!"
"I will not allow war to breed in this world, nor will I allow this world to return to ignorance! We were not on the same page from the beginning!"
"And you! Look at you, Heimdall, you were born as a "god". Nothing in your rational and cold life was obtained by your own efforts. Do you understand? In my eyes, you and
Your Odin is a prodigal son who doesn’t understand the hardships of the world. You don’t care at all about how difficult it is to reproduce flesh and blood, you don’t understand how precious a soul is, and you don’t understand the weight of civilization at all!”
"So, I am going to take away everything you were born with, but this is not for simple plunder. Maybe this will make you grow a little bit."
In the cold voice of the great lord, a crystal bottle filled with strange purple light swayed at the tip of his finger. In that bottle was a power that was completely different from death, full of corruption and corrosion. He put the bottle in the sea
Mdahl's eyes dazzled, and like a best friend, he said in the ear of the Silver Heroic Spirit:
"You are a warrior, so I will not kill you, nor will I take away your soul. This thing is a "little gift" given to me by one of my subordinates who is not very worry-free.
"It is the original sample of the curse of flesh and blood that spread across the world. Its dose is very small, but it is enough to corrode high-level titan creations like you."
The big lord's voice seemed to predict a terrible future, causing the silver heroic spirit to start struggling wildly, but was easily suppressed by the big lord on the ground next to the Rainbow Bridge with one hand.
"Bang"
The purple crystal bottle was smashed, and the purple stream of light rushed into Heimdall's broken body. The next moment, the great lord released his hand that suppressed him, but Heimdall was unable to get up and fight back. That belonging to the void
The curse of flesh and blood was rapidly eating away at his powerful steel body and his strength. He put his hands in front of his eyes in horror, only to see that the originally cold and solid steel body was being rapidly transformed by the infection of the void.
For weak flesh and blood.
"No!!!"
Heimdall held his head and screamed in pain, but the next moment, the great lord waved his kick and kicked the heroic spirit that was undergoing flesh-and-blood transformation off the Rainbow Bridge. He watched as it fell to the earth in the wind of the night.
The Odin warrior, his cold voice echoed in the ears of Heimdall, who was falling rapidly:
"I am a Titan creation for your good."
"From now on, you will become a flesh and blood body that you look down upon. You will live again as a mortal. No matter what you want, you have to learn to fight for it yourself. This will be a difficult process, but it is also very satisfying.
The process of growing up.”
"Perhaps, you will also know the true weight of a life and a soul. At that time, you will know that you are wrong, and you will know how cruel everything you and your Odin have done is
!How crazy!”
The Great Lord stood at the edge of the Rainbow Bridge. He held a black epee in both hands and looked at the dark sky with a silent gaze. The high-speed friction with the air caused a tear when he fell.
The dazzling silver heroic spirit in the dark night is like watching a fiery red meteor falling into the earth.
He turned around, picked up his sword, and stepped onto the rainbow bridge that shone with golden-red light. At the moment when it turned into a stream of light and disappeared, the great lord also gave himself to the respectable but somewhat foolish and loyal warrior.
Final blessings.
"As a mortal, live well, Heimdall."
"As a member of this world, you will have the honor to see the day when this suffering world is completely saved."
