Brunhild frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
As a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles, she checked her physical condition as soon as she regained consciousness.
In addition to his mental weakness and lack of physical strength, the injuries he had suffered before, both large and small, seemed as if they never existed in the first place.
what happened?
While Brunhilde regrouped his strength, he investigated the surrounding situation.
She remembered that she finally used up all her strength to hide in a remote town, but the scenery now was filled with endless snowfields and coniferous forests.
Who saved her?
Brunhild stood up on guard, thinking about the second question after waking up.
The moment before she fell into a coma, she did hear someone shout her name.
But now that he is not restrained and there are no other signs of magic remaining in his body, it means that at least that person is not a pursuer.
Who is the one.
Searching through the limited faces in his memory, Brunhild could not find anyone who would lend a helping hand at this time.
(call……)
With a sigh, Miss Valkyrie wisely gave up on wasting time on speculation.
If that's the case, then just ask yourself.
Leaning against the trees, Brunhilde focused his gaze on the figure who was groping for something on the ground not far away.
She is a brown-haired, young girl, and her clothes are formal attire that is common in the snow country.
An impression I haven't seen before.
"Ahem...you saved me? Thank you very much."
Habitually observing the other person, she tried to speak out words with her dry lips.
"...Oh? Are you awake already?"
Feeling the sight and gratitude from behind, the brown-haired figure also stopped moving, turned his head slightly and smiled.
It seems that her treatment method is quite good and she woke up earlier than expected.
No, it might be...
After connecting the awakened Valkyrie with some kind of 'vision', Zella ended her investigation and walked in the direction of Brunhild.
As Zella approached, the latter's expression became more serious.
"Ah you are……"
An inexplicable feeling of similarity came to mind, making Brunhild, who had not yet fully recovered, hesitate.
(……similar?)
If the part of her body that belonged to the Christian faith did not admit her mistake, she indeed felt the aura of the same "saint" from the other person's body.
"Just call me Zella. Although you may not remember it, this shouldn't be the first time we meet."
Standing in front of Brunhilde, the girl who called herself "Zera" seemed to say something that made her very concerned.
(Not the first time we met?)
Exhaling slightly, Brunhilde's eyes narrowed.
Don’t pretend you haven’t heard of this.
She was sure that her memory as a Valkyrie was not so bad that she would forget that she had come into contact with a person of the "Saint" level.
But the other party doesn't look like him, or there's no need to be unreasonable.
So what's going on?
Years of being on the run made Brunhilde extremely vigilant and sensitive.
She chose her words, wanting to continue asking.
But what happened next made her have no time to speculate whether the "saint" girl in front of her was an enemy or a friend.
"It seems like someone doesn't want us to take a break."
A few seconds after the words fell, a special 'field' was formed.
"...!"
Unlike Brunhild, whose expression was gloomy and uncertain, Zera suddenly became interested as she stirred the air with her index finger.
In her perception, the strangeness she just noticed was rapidly expanding, and now it has finally developed to a 'complete' level.
Wherever you can see, the earth is gradually turning a withered color, and the breath of life is quickly disappearing.
The sun goes away, and the silvery winter landscape turns into a gray cage.
It's getting foggy.
…
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——The cursed sword carved its mark on the land of the dead.
By inserting the legendary spiritual equipment "Horgni's Sword" from Nordic mythology into the earth's veins to maximize the range of magic's influence, the magicians are singing a twisted "song".
The person who presided over the ceremony was a man named Sedelua.
Touching the ring in his hand, the young man looked towards the direction shrouded in fog and showed a playful smile.
Brunhilde has no way to escape.
Ending with this world turning into the "Nibelungen", isn't it the best destination for you as "Hell"?
Seidluya couldn't help but laugh softly.
This is an important experiment for the Norse Mythology Association and a victory of great significance.
Four years ago, when they were being ravaged and teased by the mysterious Valkyrie like rats crossing the street, they had never given up on studying means and methods of confrontation.
After combining countless wisdom, texts and codes, the five major societies that gathered a large amount of resources finally made a breakthrough in "rune magic" and copied the legendary "Ring of the Nibelungs".
It is said that the person who holds this ring can become the 'Lord of the World'. It is an artifact of the same level as the highest level spiritual equipment in Norse mythology, the Spear of the Lord God.
Unfortunately, a fake is a fake after all, and its current performance has reached its limit.
Seidluya sighed with regret as he was still satisfied.
Therefore, Brunhild's 'knowledge' is necessary.
What was recorded in her mind was the true manufacturing method of the "Spear of the Lord God" and the "Last Rune".
The desire hidden under the high-sounding crown was exposed at this moment. At the end of preparing to pick the fruits of victory, Seidluya began to not hide the enthusiasm in his eyes.
Sacrificial sacrifices were necessary.
All this is to bring their 'myth' back to the world.
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The snowy land is suffering from unknown causes of erosion,
Brunhilde was surprised to find that he could not lift any strength in this strange fog.
This made her look very ugly.
The power offset period has clearly passed, and even though her "Saint" power is becoming weaker at this moment, on the contrary, the "Valkyrie" power should be at its most active.
But the problem is that her strength has not been restored now.
It's a bit wrong to say this.
Brunhild lowered his head, as if he had discovered something was wrong.
After repeated attempts, she realized that it was not that her power had not recovered, but that the power of the "Valkyrie" had been weakened, always increasing or decreasing at the same level as the power of the "Saint".
There is indeed something wrong with these fogs!
Gritting his teeth, Brunhilde realized that this should be a technique developed specifically for her and the "Valkyrie".
Are those guys going to this extent to catch her?
Brunhild thought sadly.
The intermittent strength is not enough to support the fight. If she is really alone, she should be captured now.
Life is indeed full of surprises and turns.
Brunhild's depression faded a little.
No matter how well the intelligence work of those magic associations was done, they wouldn't have expected that another "saint" would suddenly appear here, right?