"I'm going to kill you!" An incomparable killing intent permeated Hela's body, and she rushed to the fountain of fate with an aura of death that was too thick to be seen, only to be held by an emaciated palm.

The breath of death passed down his right hand to his body, and Ziyan grinned, he had approached death countless times, but he had never been so happy.

"It is you who have given us the mission, you who have summoned us to Ragnarok, and you who have left us alone and unwatched..."

"You gods are like this, and you have no mercy on human life for your own ends."

"You have brought me close to death countless times, repeated meaningless lives countless times, but never gave true hope."

"Valhalla, the god-king Odin, reigns over the souls of the dead, and you dominate the souls of the other dead, and you wantonly stir up wars, diseases, and calamities...... You can sacrifice human lives without mercy for your own survival. ”

"You guys are even more disgusting than Ragnarok!"

Words slammed into Hela's heart like a hammer, and those unknown pasts resurfaced in her mind, and she forgot to kick the ants off her feet for a moment.

"This time, I'm the one who took away your hope!"

"Frost Giant's Box, Solution!"

A shallow cry sounded under the giant tree, as if it were just a breeze blowing.

A mortal body cannot transition to carry the power of the gods, whether it is Gangnir or the Frost Giant's Box, and if he wants to unleash the power within, he must be prepared to sacrifice himself.

"Whew~"

A gust of wind blew, as if from the distant snow-capped mountains in the sky.

The figure of "Ziyan" slowly dissipated like frost, turning into pure white snowflakes, and in place, a small and delicate ice sculpture towered.

Vaguely visible among them, Hela, the queen of the land of fog, is engulfed.

"I've already defeated the gods......"

Whispers echoed in the north wind......

……

"Bang Dang~"

The sound of glass shattering rang out

Ziyan crawled out of the pile of debris, his eyes blank, and staggered forward aimlessly.

This is where the familiar smell is, but without a hint of warmth......

He couldn't remember who he was, where he was, why he came, what he was carrying.

Finally, at the end of the road ahead, a huge cultivation warehouse came into view.

His pupils widened suddenly, and in the turquoise nurturing chamber, a child-like teenager crossed his knees, motionless.

There was a demon's whisper in my ears

"You are the dream, you are the light, you are the hope of the world!"

"You are not human, you are beyond humans, you are a monster, you will eventually pull out the teeth of the dragon and trample the lion under your feet!"

"Look at the lives that have passed, they should be honored for their sacrifice!"

"You don't need emotions, you don't need pain, you were born perfect, you are the world!"

The demon's whispers grew from near to far, and suddenly turned into a rapid grin.

"You're a failure, you don't have the value to exist!"

"Your existence is to stain her perfection, you are like a shadow under the light!"

"You are like the dark god Hoddle, born with the light but useless!"

"The only possibility you have is that you can reach her hands, and now I'll cut off your hands!"

The surrounding scene changes in an instant

Ziyan came to a bloodstained operating table, and he looked at the staff with blank eyes looking at him, as if he was looking at something.

"Why didn't you just kill him?" Another whisper rang out

"After all, he is my first work, and I have put more effort into Zero than you can imagine, so it's a pity to destroy it like this." Another voice responded.

"Try it now...... demonic whispers stopped, and a strange frequency burrowed into his ears, into his mind, into his soul......

It was as if a dragon roared in his brain and wanted to destroy him completely!

He covered his forehead weakly, but he couldn't even scream......

He fell limply to the ground, like a broken dog that had lost its spine......

"The effect is good, this beast is tamed."

……

The scene changed again

Ziyan was in a pale world, and he struggled weakly, but he couldn't even open his eyelashes.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands cupping his cheeks and wiping the dirt from his face.

The incomparably gentle voice thought of it, as if it was enough to contain everything about himself.

Gentle ballads replace demonic movements

The music is interspersed with the girl's inquiry

"A young man who longs for redemption, peel away your heart layer by layer......"

"The first layer is cowardice...... The second layer is madness...... What's the deepest layer?"

The sweet breath approached, and he felt a trace of warmth on his forehead, like ...... A kiss.

……

The scene dissipated again, and the long-ago memories returned, and Ziyan blinked his eyes sharply, his skin, flesh, and hair that had disappeared in the flames...... Everything has been born again.

The unknown spring around him washed his body, and he could even feel the longing emanating from his own flesh.

Fulfilling, powerful...... And so on.

He looked ahead, and in the middle of the clear spring water, a pure white figure was suspended in the water, like a mermaid in a fairy tale.

Feeling the swaying of the spring water, the "mermaid" opened her eyes.

Looking at each other, time stands still in this moment

Ziyan can't describe what kind of eyes they are, and maybe the gentlest wind in the world can't reach them at all.

A pure white figure stood in the spring, and the snow-colored armor reflected the shimmer in the water waves.

But the owner of this armor is as pure and flawless as a fairy in the sky, and Ziyan even feels that his gaze has blasphemed the other party.

Suddenly, under his gaze of disbelief, the figure slowly knelt down

"Valkyrie Brünnhilde, obey my father's fatwa."

"From now until the end, obey all your commands until death!" The silver-armored girl knelt down, her dream-like cheeks soaked in the spring water, her long snow-like hair fluttering in the spring, and the god's daughter made a vow.

"Are you ......" Ziyan was stunned in place

"Brunhilde." The girl looked up, her eyes as clear as the spring water around her, "You can call me Hill." ”

"Click—"

The sound of ice crystals shattering interrupted the silence between the two, Ziyan turned his head, and he saw a small ice sculpture slowly shattering in the distance, and a delicate figure broke through the ice.

With her pure white ankles stepping on the rhizomes of the giant tree, her long black skirt and long hair fluttering without wind, her incomparable murderous aura plunged the whole world into turmoil......

Killing intent, incomparable killing intent...... If it was in the past, he might have been powerless to resist in the face of Hela's gaze, but he was surprised to find that even if he was shrouded by Hela's killing intent at this moment, there was still not the slightest fear in his heart.

As if, the sublimation of the layer......