The evil undead floating in mid-air writhed their bodies, some ancient and powerful force traced back from the distant past, and the inevitable fate befell this pathetic mortal.

There was no flesh or blood on his body, and An Lai suddenly stopped struggling.

Ultimate rationality replaced madness in his eyes.

He opened his mouth tremblingly and let out a piercing, unpleasant roar.

Herwin looked him in the eye, and he knew that Anlai was trying to speak:

"Calm and feel the rhythm of your soul, find what you have lost, and resist the impulses of violence and blood. ”

Odin is a well-deserved god of magic.

But even though Hervin is far inferior to Odin in magic, if you put aside characters like Odin or Freya, then he still dares to claim to know a little about magic.

Especially the magic of Odin.

Although it is impossible for Odin not to have expected that he could do something about the Wild Hunt Ritual, at the same time, it does not mean that he should not do it.

Omniscience is not omnipotent, let alone false omniscience, and he sees very clearly that Odin, who is looking at him, has not sacrificed his right eye, and has exchanged false omniscience for true wisdom.

An Lai's body floated in front of Herwen's waist.

Black death mist poured out from the space between his bones and flesh, instantly enveloping him, turning into a black armor with more than a dozen different runes engraved on each part of the armor, and the power of death enveloped his whole body.

The pitch-black skull, which was only a skeleton, was also washed by the magic power, growing fresh flesh and pale skin, and its eyes turned a completely different blue from before, faintly emitting a pillar of light

The boy's face is more beautiful than before he turned into a skeleton monster, and there are more monsters that belong to non-human creatures.

If he was once a clumsy imitation of humans, now An Lai is a real intelligent undead.

Hervin pressed his hand on Anlai's chest:

"Follow me.

"I swear allegiance to one of the twelve chief gods of Asgard, the father of the gods......"

An Lai spoke with confidence:

"I swear allegiance to one of the twelve chief gods of Asgard, the father of the gods......"

“...... Brother of the Blood, Father of Death, Master of Lies and Trickery, Son of Laufey and Fabouti......"

Anlai did not slow down the process of chanting because of the evil name in the sentence:

“...... Brother of the Blood, Father of Death, Master of Lies and Trickery, Son of Laufey and Fabouti......"

“...... Twilight Bringer, Winter of Fimble, Fire of Thunder and Trees, Father of Monsters......"

“...... Twilight Bringer, Winter of Fimble, Fire of Thunder and Trees, Father of Monsters......"

"I swear that I will fight your tricks and intrigues, slaughtering your enemies and traitors until the final day of twilight comes. ”

"I swear that I will fight your tricks and intrigues, slaughtering your enemies and traitors until the final day of twilight comes. ”

As En-Lai finished taking the oath, several cracks in the black armor appeared with golden light, then spread along the entire armor, and then with the sound of metal cracking, the Helm of the Wild Hunt fell off his body, and beneath it was a cloth armor that flowed with golden brilliance.

The boy slowly stood up, feeling the huge strength in his body.

But these are not the most important things.

He felt that what he saw was very clear, and what he had seen in the past was like a hazy dream in the afternoon.

This feeling, this feeling......

The last time he felt this way was when he was alive.

Hervin replaced Odin in the eulogy with Loki, and although he would have needed to create the ritual of the Wild Hunt, he could have the Wild Hunt exchange his allegiance for Odin's greatest enemy.

This is a pair of blood alliance brothers who are incomparably similar.

Herwin looked at Vivien:

"I've forged a soul for him with illusion, and my magic is so good and powerful that you can't even notice anything wrong with it. ”

Vivien really couldn't find any problems, the illusion that Hewen created last time, she almost thought it was the real Jutenheim, if it wasn't for Hewen deliberately exposing the flaws, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to find anything wrong.

But......

How could he do it.

It had taken him so many years to make some progress in the study of the soul and combine it with illusion magic, and how could Hervin outperform him in the same matter?

What was her previous sacrifice for? Crawling on the road that others had walked? And why had she never heard of this person, he had a conflict with Votigeng himself, it was obvious that if he was just a believer of Votigen, he could have dealt with it on his own.

So he should have lived from that era to the present, then he was by no means unknown, but she couldn't think of anyone with such powerful illusions.

She only knew two people who might have such a powerful ability in illusion.

Two of King Arthur's allies, Merlin and Hervin.

Vivien asked with an unkind face:

"Who the hell are you? Do I know you?"

Hervin shrugged:

"We're competing, it's not about the past, it doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you've lost. ”

Vivien asked in an affirmative tone:

"So I know you, right?"

Herwin smiled.

Of course.