In the horizon, there is all illusion and trance, and the stars fly by at the edge of the horizon.

In the universe, it seems that everything is falling.

The stars are disintegrating, the universe is shrinking!

The World Tree is trying its best to hold on, but no matter how strong it is, there will still be an end.

It felt so vague that even my thinking seemed to be a little stagnant.

Divine power has degraded again, and this feeling is no stranger to Raven. Just like the last time he sneaked into the world of Muhamried for the sake of Ultron's future. In a sense, this is just another copy.

Unlike last time, Raven was able to hide himself as much as he could.

This time, Raven is really going deep into the enemy line.

Raven knew that the World Tree wouldn't give him any better. The worst plan is that as soon as he returns to his senses, he will already be surrounded and besieged by two powerful enemies, Zeus and Odin.

Surprisingly, the World Tree didn't teleport him directly to a point.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself floating in the air in the middle of the snow. As far as the eye can see, the sky is overcast, and below is an endless coniferous forest. From the air, the woodland looks lifeless, with nothing but the black-green of the trees and the dazzling white of snow.

If you add some good music, it's a world of Christmas spirit.

It's not a mortal, and flying into the air or something can't make it difficult for Raven.

Almost in the air, Raven turned his body gorgeously, and his whole body changed from black to a tight white camouflage uniform with snow characteristics.

Gathering his breath, Raven fell lightly to the ground.

"Snow? This should be more inclined to Odin's Aesir world's territory. ”

Just as Raven was about to take a closer look at the terrain around him, there was a sharp sound in the cold air, and before the bow and arrow arrived, Raven already felt a hot sensation in his throat that he was about to be shot.

If he didn't do anything, the next moment, he would be hit by an arrow in the throat.

Raven didn't dodge, he quickly grabbed the flying arrow in his hand.

It was a rough arrow, and Raven didn't recognize what kind of wood it was, but he was sure it wasn't a boreal plant. The arrow is made of a sharp stone with a touch of divinity, and it is well polished, but the actual arrow is really a bit non-mainstream.

Raven didn't expect that after the sound of an arrow, in the white forest, countless divine power feather arrows came like locusts, and his ears were full of the sound of "fluttering" wind.

Ranger?

Multiple archery skills?

Raven doesn't know how long it has been since he fought a ranger-type guy.

Raven didn't even use the phantom clone, a swift step rushed in the direction of a rain of arrows, bending left and right, and the figure advancing at high speed drew an irregular arc on the snow. Raven's speed was so fast that he even left an afterimage behind him.

It's close!

It's getting closer!

However, just as Raven was about to approach the man in the clothes of a desert nomad, wearing a large felt hat, wearing an khaki yellow robe, and holding a recurve bow, the creature suddenly turned around, drew his scimitar, and turned his back to Raven.

Raven frowned, and immediately saw a sharp sword emerge from the guy's back.

A sword pierces the chest!

From the tip of the sword, it was a typical Nordic double-edged broadsword, the sharp blade bathed in the blood of the Desert Ranger, and it was clear that the divine power was flowing from the body of the new god who was supposed to belong to the neutral race of the Terminus to the new attacker.

"Yo, you robbed my opponent." Raven stood ten meters away and said quietly.

"I've been tracking him for three days." It was a bright female voice with a very heroic feeling, and when I heard this voice, it was as if the white snow was also blooming with a hearty brilliance.

Three days?

Raven seemed to realize where the World Tree was making it more difficult for him.

The earthy yellow figure quickly disappeared, like a sand sculpture on the beach that had been washed away by the waves.

Raven saw the female figure behind him—a heroic female warrior.

A half-covered helmet pecked by an eagle with four long white feathers spread out on the ears on either side of the helmet.

The streamlined light blue armor has a shiny gold trim at every edge. The whole set of armor is not one-piece, but for ease of movement, there are cascading abdominal armor like fish scales from the breastplate down the waist and abdomen.

As the deity, the first thing that catches my eye is not the delicate and perfect melon seed face, but the thick silver-white long braid hanging from the back of the head of the half-covered helmet. The thick braids were slightly thicker than Raven's arms, making Raven wonder if this goddess could also do braids or something.

Standing like a sword in the snow, Odin's most trusted goddess was bathed in the bitter cold wind, her shield in her left hand and the hilt of her sword in her right, her bright eyes shining with the sharp light of a falcon.

Gently raising her sharp nose, the heroic goddess declared her name.

"O strange gods! I'm one of the eighteen Valkyrie Valkyries in the Asa World exhibit this year. My name is Brunhilde! Before the war begins, I want to know your name. ”

Raven was stunned when he heard this.

Before the crossing, 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 was engaged in recruiting the heroic spirits of mortals who died in battle into Valhalla.

Thirteen Valkyrie are listed in the Eddar Ballad Collection.

Although Brünnhilde was not among them, Brünnhilde was considered the most important member of the Valkyrie, and his deeds were also mixed up with that of the 'Victory Giver' Sigdilifa.

Hearing Brunhilde's name, Raven's first reaction was amusement.

If Raven remembers correctly, Brünnhilde is quite a haughty goddess!

The corners of Raven's mouth curled into a smile: "My name is not something that you and other shallow new gods are qualified to know. Want to know my name? Beat me! ”

Brunhilde's silver eyebrows couldn't help but raise up: "I want to tell you, now, I have killed three gods, and I am already a medium-strength god." ”

Raven understood what she meant, and the second half of the sentence that he didn't say was 'And you're just a weak god'.

Raven shrugged, completely true.

At this point, as long as the gap in divine power is too great, resulting in a complete inability to break through the opponent's defense, Raven really has nothing to fear.

As if feeling humiliated by Raven's contempt, Brunhilde pursed her lips and toes, and her entire body rose into the air, her legs parted in midair, and a winged pure white horse with a soft white glow appeared out of thin air under her crotch.

The melee Excalibur suddenly disappeared into thin air, replaced by a long cavalry spear with a blue background.

"Proud strange god, let me Brunhilde teach you if your combat power is worthy of your arrogance."

Raven didn't even light up his weapon, he just stood in place, his right hand twisted behind his waist, and his left hand made a 'please' gesture. (To be continued.) )