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The final decisive battle between Odin and Hella opens at the highest point of the Warragal Fortress. In the temple of Odin, where Odin personally destroyed Hella’s body and soul tens of thousands of years ago, where all grudges are opened The grudges that have lasted long enough will be completely ended.

All this is like a fateful reincarnation, full of the thick of traditional fate and a trace of romance belonging to the Avengers and the hated.

On the way to the sacred hall, on the edge of the rainbow bridge shining with golden red light, Tyrion, who was wearing a black sword robe, stood there, holding the epee in his hands, as if blocking Heimdall path of.

He knew what the silver hero wanted to do, and he did not want Heimdall to destroy Hella’s feast of revenge.

That is what he should do as a leader.

And Heimdall, the strongest hero in the Warragal Fortress, is also very clear that if he wants to help his lord, he must cross the obstacles in front of him, the death lord Terion. The blade of dawn, Azeroth The most powerful man in Sri Lanka, a demon who cannot be defeated by him.

Heimdall had seen Hella before the battle started, and the death force entangled in the Queen of Hades, who had been transformed into a pale Valkyrie, was so dreadful, but compared to Tyrion, Hella’s breath of death was simply Not worth mentioning, the slender man in front of him has three times stronger than the undead breath...at least three times!

Just standing in front of Tyrion against the coldness of death is already an extremely difficult thing.

"Are you sure, are you going to draw a sword at me?"

The lord asked in a low voice:

"Are you sure you have a chance?"

"Keng"

A blue lightning storm jumped on the Thunder Sword in Heimdall’s hand. He held the sword in both hands and aimed 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. Going up is like a giant preparing to bully a little dwarf.

"I do not know."

Silver Heroic Shen Sheng said:

"But I have to go! No matter who is standing in front of me!"

"Oh, voluntarism?"

Tyrion pouted, his fingers in black gloves clasped the hilt of the Ashbringer, and in a whisper, the heavy blade was pulled out of the quirky scabbard, a gloomy streamer Beating on this blade, accompanied by the movement of the high lord's wrist, a shadow of black sword appeared in the air crossed by the Ashbringer, and finally belonged to the flat blade.

"You heroes, these Titan creations, have an untimely pride, as if your steel body was born more noble than flesh and blood, as if everything you did was just, the kind of arrogance for no reason made People are disgusted, so is Odin, and so are his soldiers..."

Between the flow of the power of the High Lord, several death runes on the blade of the Ashbringer were lit up one by one, making this black blade lingering in the faint blue light, it looked very beautiful, just like crystal production The heavy blade is the same, and a trace of cold air is also scattered on the blade, and it quickly turns into a substantial cold, passing the dead hall like the wind, blessing the hall with disgruntled bones again. Eerie frost.

"Don't make yourself like a weak man with a big bitter hatred, and don't put the halo of the villain on my head!"

The high lord looked at Heimdall in front of him, and he said to the silver hero:

"Before the war, I gave you a warning. I gave you my goodwill. You rejected it. The reason why this war will happen is not because I am cruel, but because you are on the wrong path. !War is the way I preach. I believe it can effectively correct your thinking."

"Look, my plan for the world has already begun! I have lit my own sign! It is in the sky of the scorching sun, and my lights are... showing the whole world what I am looking forward to... the hidden The rats in the shadow, I drowned them with death! All the mice..."

"you guys!"

Tyrion pursed her lips and said disdainfully:

"It will be the last one!"

This weird explanation did not calm Heimdall’s inner anger, but made the Silver Hero even more angry. As a natural Titan creation, Heimdall lacked a model of emotional thinking. He and other Titan creations were always Choose the most rational thinking, and in his opinion, everything Odin does is to protect the world, they are just.

However, Tyrion regarded their sacrifice for this world as a rat's struggle in the dark, which completely angered Heimdall.

"Indecent!"

The silver hero was like the most skilled warrior. In a roar full of anger, he waved his sword and launched a swift charge towards the dark lingering lord. The substantive red anger was wrapped around the body of the hero. Above, between the flashes of thunder, Heimdall looked like a real god.

In the legend of the Vrykul, he is also a member of the gods.

"Feel the power of creation!"

"Wow"

The Thunder Epee entangled by the storm and thunder was chopped towards the Lord Lord like a lightning bolt. The heavy sword wind brought by the power of Heimdall’s heroes blew up the Lord Lord’s long hair, and Tyrion faced the falling sword. The light took a step forward. In the fullness of the death force, the body of the high lord collided quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he became a giant as tall as Heimdall.

The heavy ash messenger in his hand crossed a black track, from bottom to top, accurately blocked the giant sword cut by the silver hero, and in a bitter collision, the terrifying reaction force passed the thunder long sword Conducted on the hero's hands, tearing his steel fingers apart, the Lord's blow was merciless. Between the flips of his wrist, the dazzling Thunder Sword in Heimdall's hand came out, between the whistling , Penetrated the outside of the battlefield of the two giants.

With one blow, the lord's spare right hand protruded forward, and between the unacceptable hair, Heimdall's neck was buckled. The rune light shining outside the body of the heroic warrior and the thick energy shield were like thin The paper was torn apart, the gleaming darkness on the high lord’s finger, and the violent impact of the thunder, between the scorching energy sparks, this powerful silver hero was easily mentioned in the air.

Tyrion looked at Heimdall, who was struggling with his hands. His five fingers tightened bit by bit, and the cold power penetrated into the steel body of the hero, restraining the power he kept trying to explode, making him weak. To make him like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"boom"

The golden heavy helmet over Heimdall's head was thrown on the frozen ground, and the lord dragged his neck without saying a word, as if pulling the body, he would struggle and become weaker and weaker Heimdall Towed to the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, outside the bridge composed entirely of golden and red light, and between the cold clouds and fog surging under that night, the entire storm fjord awakened by the war could still be seen.

On the earth in the dark, with the flickering sparks, that is the mortals who are watching these gods at dusk, those are the Vrykuls, those who believe in Odin as the gods, they may be praying, maybe In fear, perhaps trying to use mortal thinking to understand this terrible scene in front of me.

And they will soon see that in the mythology and legend, the heroic palace of the gods fell from the sky.

Yes, not too far.

"Odin chose heroic souls from mortals to fill his legion."

The Lord Lord looked at the dark world below, where he came from. He seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be speaking to the weaker Heimdall:

"He didn’t trust the mortals of flesh and blood, he just regarded them as lambs, wrapped his cold will with fantasy and epic stories, he didn’t care about the life and death of these mortals, he only wanted the soul of the heroic warrior, that was all he needed. What mortals sacrifice...but that is the soul!"

"That is the most magnificent miracle that a world can breed..."

"The sparse number of Vrykul can no longer satisfy him, right?"

Tyrion turned to look at Heimdall, who was imprisoned by death in his hand. He looked at the silver hero and he said softly:

"He is planning to push his heroic ritual to the whole world! He was prepared to do it very early... This is also the biggest difference between him and other guardians, I know it!"

"If it weren’t for Hella to imprison him accidentally, I am afraid that every civilization in Azeroth will be like the Vrykul and still stay in the most primitive and savage clan era. Odin needs these mortals to remain barbaric, he needs They have experienced hardships, he needs them to grow into the soul he longs for, and then die in a meaningless battle to become his hero."

"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 in this world so that you can get more Soul, more heroes..."

"You ask me why?"

"Just let me be here, in your holy and dirty temple, let me tell you why!"

"Click"

The steel of Heimdall’s neck was torn apart by the fingers clasped by the high lord, and the silver hero screamed with pain, just like a suppressed beast, his silver eyes stared at Tyrion, The lord also looked at him with indifferent eyes:

"I don't allow it!"

"I don't allow this world war to breed, and I don't allow this world to return to ignorance! We were not all the way from the beginning!"

"And you! Look at you, Heimdall, you were born as a "god". In your rational and cold life, nothing comes from your own efforts, you know? In my eyes, you and Your Odin is a prodigal son who does not understand the difficulties of the world...You don't care how difficult it is to reproduce the flesh and blood life, and you don't understand how precious a soul is, and you can't understand the weight of civilization!"

"So, I want to take away everything you have since birth, but this is not for pure predation, maybe it will allow you to grow more."

In the indifferent voice of the High Lord, a crystal bottle filled with strange purple light shook at the tip of his finger. The bottle was a force different from death, full of corruption and corrosion. He put this bottle in the sea Mddal shook his eyes. Like his best friend, he said in the silver hero's ear:

"You are a warrior, so I won't kill you, and I won't take away your soul. This thing, this is a less worrying subordinate of mine, a small gift for me "It was the original sample of the flesh and blood curse that spread the world at that time. Its dose is very small, but it is enough to corrode high-level Titan creations like you..."

The voice of the high lord seemed to predict a terrible future, and the silver heroes began to struggle frantically, but he was easily suppressed by the big lord with one hand on the ground beside the rainbow bridge.

"boom"

The purple crystal bottle was broken, and a stream of purple light rushed into the broken body of Heimdall. At the next moment, the Lord of the Lord released his hand that suppressed him, but Heimdall could not stand up to fight back. Curse of flesh and blood, nibbling his powerful steel body and his power at a rapid speed, he put his hands in front of his eyes in horror, but saw the cold and strong steel body, which was transforming rapidly in the invasion of the void For the weak flesh and blood.

"Do not!!!"

Heimdall hugged his head and screamed in pain, but the next moment, the Lord Lord waved his foot, kicking the **** spirit into the Rainbow Bridge, he watched it fall to the earth in the wind of the night The Odin Warrior, his cold voice echoed in the ear of Heimdall, who was falling fast:

"I'm for you... Titan creation."

"From now on, you will become the flesh and blood that you look down on, and you will live again as a mortal, no matter what you want... you have to learn to fight for yourself, this will be a difficult process, but also very The process of making people grow."

"Maybe, you will also know that the true weight of a life, a soul... and then you will know that you are wrong, you will know that everything you and your Odin did is What... cruel! What... crazy!"

The Lord Lord stood on the edge of the Rainbow Bridge. He held a black epee in his hands and looked at the sky in the dark with a silent gaze. Because of the high-speed friction with the air, it brought a tear when falling. The silver blaze of the glare in the dark night is like watching a fiery red meteor fall into the earth.

He turned around, carrying his sword, and embarked on a rainbow bridge shining with golden red light. At the moment when the streamer dissipated, the Lord Lord also presented himself to the respectable but somewhat foolish warrior. The final blessing.

"As a mortal, live well, Heimdall..."

"As a member of this world, you will be fortunate to see the day when this suffering world was completely saved..."

"Not too far away!"

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