The Baltic people, who have been educated for many years, do not give a damn about such things, and when they have already mastered the advantage, they go to such a gamble that can be reversed, but in schools they will be used as negative teaching materials to be propagated, and they will be nailed to the pillar of shame for many years.

However, this general is not a pure Baltic man, his mind is not pure Baltic Empire thinking, feeling the momentum of Siegmund, the blood in his body also began to boil, and he began to wait for the final battle.

The air grew hotter and hotter, as if it were already burning, and the entire field had been reduced to magma, and Siegmund could only pause for a moment on a few rocks that had not yet melted, because the stones under his feet were steaming hot, scorching his skin, and as for his shoes, they had been burned a long time ago.

The circumstances reminded Siegmund of what had happened in the city of Siegel not long ago, when his nemesis, Siegel, had turned the field into an unbreakable magma, leaving him shackled in battle and unable to use his true combat effectiveness.

If it weren't for the United Kingdom army brought by Gohm and the support of the Baltic Empire that Sigourne had been arranging for many years, Siegmund would have had no hope of killing his enemies and avenging his father and brother.

No, it's still a big difference

Siegel uses the power of fire and lava, while the enemy in front of him is driven by the power of the sun, there is a fundamental difference, at least Siegel is not as agile as the enemy in front of him, because he can't fly and can't attack from above and down.

In addition, Siegel is not as powerful as the one in front of him in terms of explosive attacks, not to mention persistence, and the reason why he has become so powerful is that Siegel relies on the power of Loki, the god of fire and mischief, who he believes in.

After losing Loki's support, Siegel's strength is not commendable, ordinary legends can easily defeat him, and his strength does not match his status and prestige, which is also one of the reasons why Scandinavians generally dislike Siegel, he cannot show convincing strength.

Siegmund bit the tip of his tongue slightly, and the pain that came him came back to his senses, and now he was facing an enemy who could not allow him to be distracted, even if he was fully engrossed, he might not be able to win by exhausting his hole cards.

Seeing that his enemy had arrived high in the sky on horseback, Siegmund looked up at the sky, where the sun with infinite light and heat came into his eyes, and the clouds in the sky were broken by the light, and the scorching light made the entire battlefield seem like the surface of the sun.

Siegmund clenched the sword in his hands tightly, and the silvery-white light converged into the weapon in his hand, and the lava on the ground began to cool, turning from flowing magma to black stone, and solid magmatic rock replaced soft earth.

"The world is now at sunset. ”

The clouds that had been dispersed began to gather towards the top of Zygmund's head, and golden lightning rose and fell in the clouds, and in such a hot place, in such a hot season, the originally hot breeze gradually turned into a cold wind.

The sunset of the world is not a simple dusk, it represents the end of the whole world, and the end must be accompanied by a long night and cold with no end in sight.

Tiny snowflakes fell from the sky, occupying the entire ground in a very short time, turning the place from a red flame time to a white ice world, and the temperature was still dropping sharply, soon dropping to zero, and the black rocks that originally emitted heat appeared on the surface of the white frost.

The general on the white horse in the sky had disappeared into the light, unable to even make out his vague form, as if he had merged into the entire sun, but everyone knew that he was still waiting for his strength to reach its peak, preparing for the next attack.

But the strange thing is that the heat of this sun is gradually decreasing, and now it seems that only pure light remains, without the slightest heat of light, cold and silent.

Zigmund's face became more solemn, he did not think that the opponent had fallen into decline because he had lost the home advantage, on the contrary, he was now at a disadvantage.

The light of the sky flickered, and the figure on the white horse was once again exposed to Zigmund's vision, but what was more striking was the weapon he held, the spear that radiated a soft light throughout.

It was a weapon that was already able to completely control and bind the power in his hands, and Siegmund had no doubt that the destructive power of the weapons in the hands of the enemy would be no less than the rainbow light he had ever seen on the battlefield.

The rainbow light was a force that could easily shatter a hill and crush an army, and that was the power held by Fergus Mark Roy, the chief knight of the Red Branch Knights of the Ulster Kingdom.

No, destructive power is secondary, what really surprised Siegmund was that he felt a familiar figure from the other party's body, a familiar aura, not the breath of Valkyrie, but the god-king named Odin above that.

Zigmund's senses could not go wrong in this regard, because he had Odin's blood in his veins, and he was one of the few descendants of Odin on the main plane.

The posture of the enemy sitting tall in the air is very similar to that of Odin in mythology, or the only difference is that it is not the giants who are the enemies.

What an irony, people with Odin blood have become the target instead.

Without giving him time to think, the enemy in the sky had already begun to fall, and the rate of descent was getting faster and faster, and it was no longer enough to describe it with a falling meteorite, it looked like lightning falling from the sky.

In an instant, he was in front of Siegmund

The snowflakes that had not yet landed formed a shield in midair, and although they were made of snowflakes, they were definitely no weaker in terms of defense than those made of metal.

In this way, the shield, which looked solid, collapsed at the touch of a touch in front of the lightning, and the high-temperature energy in it directly turned these scattered snowflakes into steaming water vapor, which dispersed with the wind.

Despite the speed and strength of the enemy, Siegmund managed to catch the opponent's figure with the long sword in his hand, and the two weapons collided with each other, and there was no sound of gold and iron clashing.

"Glory"

Cold words came out of Zygmund's mouth, and in the light, he seemed to have returned to the battlefield where he fought against the invaders of the Attila Empire, and with a little luck, he defeated a powerful enemy for the first time and stepped onto the stage of history.

He's not yet ready to retire from the stage, he still has a lot to do, at least not just now where he should be in the end, not the time to bury his bones here.

The similar, but completely different light, reminds people of the morning when the sun is rising and the moon has not yet set, and even the deep night can only be the light in the background.

The ground beneath Siegmund began to shake, and even the solid magmatic rock could not withstand the pressure, and cobweb-like cracks began to appear, and they quickly cracked.

The scene can now be described as a natural disaster, everything on the ground has been devastated, and the land will remain barren for a long, long time, and even the most tenacious weeds will not be able to grow.

The light of the two gradually converged, and even the two who collided with each other could not catch the enemy in front of them with their eyes, and now both sides were fighting with their senses.

However, if you can see through the light, you can clearly see that Siegmund's face is gradually becoming ugly, gradually becoming pale, and the eyes that are reminiscent of a clear blue sky seem to be obscured by dark clouds.

"Give it up. ”

"You can't win. ”

As if the straw that had broken the camel's back, the light began to spread in all directions as the general spoke, and the gravel and snowflakes on the ground broke down into tiny particles in the light.

Waiting for everything to calm down, a gentle breeze swept away all the dust, revealing the crater in the center, which was already a height lower than the surrounding land, and the two figures in the pit.

The silence was broken by the neighing of horses, and the pure white horse began to carry his master slowly back a few steps, revealing a half-kneeling figure, the man who could be called by the prefix of the great hero, was already completely black.

But what was even more surprising was the fragments of metal on the ground.

The long sword, which had many names, was shattered by the general on a white horse in the collision just now, and now only these fragments and wreckage on the ground remain, as the last traces of the legend left in the world.

"How could it be ......"

A faint voice came from Zygmund's mouth, and he struggled to his feet, looking up with difficulty, looking at the enemy on the white horse, at the enemy who had crushed him.

At this moment, there was a clicking sound from the general's head, and dense cracks appeared in the helmet that wrapped the entire head, and these cracks soon covered the entire helmet.

As the breeze blew, the fragments of the helmet quickly fell off, revealing a still childish face inside, and surprisingly, the general's face was very similar to that of Sigmund, looking like that of Sigmund when he was younger.

"Siegrud...... Why you!"

There was three points of anger in Zigmund's tone, three points of questioning, three points of surprise, the last point of relief, all that was happening now that he could not understand, could not understand, could not even think.

"I'm sorry, father. ”

It was his child Siegrud who defeated Siegmund and was left behind in the empire as a hostage and bargaining chip in exchange for revenge against Siegel in exchange for the help of the Baltic Empire.

Siegmund did not expect that his son, whom he had not seen for a long time, appeared in front of him and defeated him with absolute strength, and even the legendary weapon was destroyed.

"Why!"

Obviously, his whole body was already pitch black, but the strength that he didn't know came from supported him to stand up, raised his head and looked at his son angrily, and questioned loudly.

He had so many questions he wanted to get answers from his son's mouth.

Why did he appear here, to be his enemy.

Why does he have such great power, and where does the weapon in his hand come from

These questions now filled his mind, and Siegmund could not even care about his own defeat, not even the destruction of his weapon

As a name and incompetent father

"I'm sorry, father. ”

Siegrud apologized again.

He stared fixedly into Siegmund's eyes, and then rode away in silence, deaf to his father's cries.

There is no need to say more, what he has done, his attitude has already told Sigmund a lot, but Siegmund is unwilling to think, unwilling to think deeply.

As he said before the start of the fight, he came here to defeat Zigmund, and there was no need to stay here for long after he had achieved his goal.

With Siegrud's departure, the battle came to an end, and the army brought by Siegmund was completely destroyed, and even he himself was defeated and his weapons destroyed.

When he returned to the United Kingdom, he was greeted not with cheers, flowers, and applause, but by the end of his previous actions, which had already been defeated, Zigmund would lose his previous prestige, and he himself would be spurned and reviled.

No one will call him a hero, on the contrary, the words mean and cold will stay with him for a long time, and no one will want to associate with him, and no soldier will want to bring the army he brings.

These were not because of the effects of the crushing defeat, but because of the raids that Siegmund had previously allowed, a way of fighting that was unacceptable to even orthodox Scandinavians.

More importantly, all Scandinavians knew that such an indisputable battle would have very serious consequences, and they would be abandoned by Valkyrie and rejected by Valhalla.

It can be said that if there are no major surprises, Siegmund will be ostracized by all Scandinavians, whether in the United Kingdom or in the Baltic Empire.

Even the blood of Barusinger in him is no longer important, because his son Siegrud has won a one-on-one dignified battle, and in Scandinavia, the loser in such a duel will lose everything, including his position as a father.

In the future, even if Siegmund wanted to use his father's identity to suppress Siegrud, he would not be able to do it, because people would not recognize a father who was defeated by his son.

This is considered a very unfilial thing in other places, but in Scandinavia it is rare to stumble on this land.