The horizon is full of illusion and trance, and stars are flying at the edge of the horizon.
Everything in the universe seems to be falling.
The stars are disintegrating and the universe is shrinking!
The World Tree tries its best to hold on, but no matter how strong the support is, there will still be an end.
I feel extremely fuzzy, and even my thinking seems to have become a bit stagnant.
Raven is no stranger to this feeling that his divine power has degraded again. Just like the last time he sneaked into the world of Mulhorad alone for the future of Ultron. In a sense, this is just another remake.
Unlike last time, this time Raven could hide himself as much as he wanted.
This time, Raven truly penetrated deep into the enemy's position.
Raven knew that World Tree would not give him an easy life. The worst-case scenario was that as soon as he recovered, he would be flanked by two powerful enemies, Zeus and Odin.
Unexpectedly, the World Tree did not teleport him directly to a certain point.
When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that he was in mid-air with drifting wind and snow. As far as he could see, the sky was gloomy, and below was an endless coniferous forest. Viewed from the air, the lifeless woodland except for the trees
Apart from the black and green, it is all dazzling white covered with snow.
If paired with some wonderful music, it will be a silver-clad world with a Christmas atmosphere.
He's not a mortal, so flying in the air won't be a problem for Raven.
Almost in the air, Raven made a gorgeous spin, and his whole body changed from black to a tight-fitting white camouflage uniform that was very characteristic of the snow.
Concentrating his breath, Raven fell lightly to the ground.
"Snow? This should be the territory of Asa's world that is more inclined to Odin."
Just when Raven was about to carefully observe the surrounding terrain, there was a sharp sound in the cold air. Before the bow and arrow arrived, Raven already felt a burning sensation in his throat that he was about to be shot.
If he didn't do anything, he would definitely be hit by an arrow in the throat in the next moment.
Raven did not dodge, he quickly grabbed the flying arrow in his hand.
It was a somewhat rough arrow. Raven didn't recognize what kind of wood the arrow shaft was made of, but he was certain that it was definitely not a plant from the cold zone. The arrowhead was made of a sharp stone that contained a touch of divinity, and was polished.
It's very good, but the actual arrow is a bit unconventional.
Lei Wen did not expect that after the sound of arrows, countless divine feather arrows came from the white forest like locusts, and the sound of "swish" wind filled his ears.
Ranger?
Multiple archery skills?
Raven didn't know how long it had been since he had fought against a ranger.
Raven didn't even use the phantom clone. He rushed towards the direction of the arrow rain with a quick step, turning left and right, and the high-speed figure drew an irregular arc on the snow. Raven's speed was so
So fast, it even leaves afterimages behind.
Close!
Getting closer!
However, just when Raven was about to approach the guy wearing the clothes of a desert nomad, a big felt hat, khaki clothes, and holding a recurve bow, the guy suddenly turned around and pulled out a machete
And turned his back to Raven.
As soon as Raven frowned, he immediately saw a sharp sword coming out of the guy's back.
Pierce the chest with a sword!
Judging from the tip of the sword, it is a typical Nordic double-edged broad sword. The sharp blade is bathed in the divine blood of the Desert Ranger. You can clearly see that the divine power is coming from this new god who should belong to the neutral race in the End.
The body flows to new attackers.
"Hey, you stole my opponent." Raven stood ten meters away and said quietly.
"I have been tracking him for three days." It was a bright female voice with a very heroic feel. When hearing this voice, it seemed as if the white snow was also blooming with a cheerful brilliance.
Three days?
Raven seemed to realize where World Tree was making it more difficult for him.
The khaki figure quickly disappeared, like a sand sculpture washed away by big waves on the beach.
Raven saw the female figure behind her. She was a heroic female warrior.
A half-hooded helmet that looks like an eagle's peck. There are four long white feathers scattered around the ears on both sides of the helmet.
Every edge of the streamlined light blue armor is decorated with shiny golden edges. The entire armor is not one-piece. Instead, for ease of movement, there are fish scale-like layers on the waist and abdomen from the breastplate downwards.
Plastron.
As the original figure, the first thing that caught my eye was not the delicate and perfect oval face, but the thick silver-white braids hanging down from the back of the half-helmeted head. The thick braids were actually slightly thicker than Raven's arms, which made Lei Wen
Wen couldn't help but wonder if this goddess also had some magic skills like braiding hair.
Standing upright on the snow like a sharp sword, Odin's most trusted goddess was bathed in the biting cold wind. She held a shield in her left hand and held the hilt of the sword tightly in her right hand. Her bright eyes showed a sharp light like an eagle.
Gently raising her pointed nose, the heroic goddess announced her name.
"O strange god! I am one of the eighteen Valkyries participating in this exhibition in the Asa world. My name is Brynhild! Before the war begins, I hope to know your name."
Raven was suddenly enlightened upon hearing this.
Before time travel, many people in the world had heard of Valkyrie, but few people knew that Valkyrie did not refer to a goddess, but a guide who recruited heroic spirits among mortals who died bravely in battle to enter Valhalla, the Hall of Valor.
There are thirteen Valkyries listed in the Edda.
Although Brünnhilde is not among them, Brünnhilde is considered to be the most important member of the Valkyries, and her deeds are also mixed with that of the 'Victory Giver' Shigdilipa.
Upon hearing Brynhildr's name, Raven's first reaction was that it was interesting.
If Raven remembers correctly, Brünnhilde is a very proud goddess!
A smile appeared on the corner of Raven's mouth: "My name is not something that shallow new gods like you are qualified to know. Want to know my name? Defeat me!"
Brunhilde's silver eyebrows couldn't help but raise up: "I want to tell you, now that I have killed three gods, I am already a god with medium power."
Raven understood what she meant, and the second half of the sentence she didn't say was, 'And you are just a god with weak divine power.'
Raven shrugged, quite rightly.
At this point, as long as the difference in divine power is not too big, making it completely impossible to break through the opponent's defense, Raven really has nothing to fear.
As if she felt humiliated by Raven's contempt, Brynhildr pursed her lips, tiptoed, and her whole divine body immediately jumped into the air. Her legs parted in mid-air, and a winged pure white horse with soft white brilliance appeared out of thin air.
Under her crotch.
The divine sword used for close combat suddenly disappeared into the air, replaced by a long, blue lance.
"You proud stranger god, let me, Brynhildr, teach you whether your combat prowess is worthy of your arrogance."
Raven didn't even flash his weapon, he just stood there, his right hand bent behind his waist, and his left hand made a 'please' gesture. (To be continued.)