Since Freya swore revenge after Badr's death, Lu Xiao has never seen her again, and even Higgrune and other old subordinates don't know where Freya has gone.

In the past, Freya wore only a linen coat and carried a rudimentary staff behind her, looking like a down-and-out spellcaster.

At this time, Freya changed into a set of golden women's light armor, and a sheathed sword straddled her waist.

"Xiaoyu, hidden."

It was dark, and before Freya could notice it, Lu Xiao beckoned Yuzao to cast a spell to cover their whereabouts.

"Huh?"

The boat Freya was riding in was unoccupied, and the boat moved at a constant speed of its own accord under the influence of some kind of spell.

Sensing a flickering wave of magic nearby, Freya frowned slightly and looked up at the empty bridge of the Temple of Tyr.

'Delusion...... Probably not. ’

Freya was once regarded as the mainstay of the new generation of the Warner Protoss, and she has a deep attainment in both hand-to-hand combat and spells.

After being stripped of her wings and warrior soul by Odin, Freya had no choice but to restrain her edge and began to appear as a witch.

The years of witch life have not been without gains, and after losing the proud fighting ability, Freya's spell level has been further improved.

The boat docked at the dock on the lower level of the Temple of Tyre, and Freya unsheathed the golden sword from her waist and carefully manipulated the platform to the floor where the temple's main building was located.

Lu Xiao knew that Freya's spell perception ability was not bad, and at the same time as the spell in front of Yuzao took effect, the group retreated to the other end of the bridge under his beckoning, leading to the gate of the Kingdom Tower in Musberheim.

Freya closed her eyes and scanned the bridge, but found no traces.

'Who is hiding in the shadows and peeping?' Odin? Or ......'

Freya's eyes flickered slightly, and she withdrew her sword and muttered in place for a moment, then turned and walked in the direction of the realm teleportation.

"Bang dang!"

There was no one in the open gate.

Sindri and Brock recently left the blacksmith in Midgard and returned to the dwarven hometown of Swatheim to collect materials for Lu Xiao to repair the space beacon.

Hundreds of Valkyries, commanded by Higgrune, were concentrated in the Tyr's Chamber on the lower level of the Temple, fighting each other in good shape.

Freya walked over to the blacksmith's shop, where the furnace had been extinguished, and held out her fingers to wipe a thin layer of dust on the small table.

"No one has used the blacksmith for at least 5 days, where are the two dwarves?"

On the other side of the bridge, Lu Xiao closely monitored Freya's movements through clairvoyance, and at the same time informed Mimir in the Tyr's secret chamber through a telepathy.

"Mimir, help me tell Kratos and Atreus."

"Freya has returned, and Atreus has gone to test her purpose first."

Perhaps it was Kratos and Atreus, who had been awkward before, that Freya took great care of Atreus and did her best to help her in any way she could.

Badr did not die at the hands of Kratos, but was terminated by Lu Xiao himself, avoiding the direct conflict and hatred between Kuiye's father and son and Freya, and Atreus should be the most likely person to ask the truth from Freya's mouth.

After Mimir received the order to start the operation, Lu Xiao silently waited for the follow-up development of the situation.

Yongzhen held Lu Xiao's hand with some concern: "Is she coming back to take revenge?" Looks like she's got her warrior abilities back. ”

"It's not that simple."

Tamamo's eyes shone blue, and she could see some ominous shadows lingering in Freya, as she was also proficient in spells.

"Odin's curse hasn't gone away yet, she's just pretending, and she still can't hurt anyone."

Lu Xiao didn't think that Freya would give up the revenge of killing her son so easily, but Freya was not a shrew completely driven by hatred.

After the most emotional period, Freya, who had calmed down, temporarily buried her hatred in her heart, and her demeanor seemed much calmer than when they were separated last time.

A few minutes later, Atreus strode out of the chamber after his father.

Freya looked around in front of the temple in a bit of a daze, and in the absence of Sindri and Brock, she didn't know how to find the rebels hiding in the shadows.

When she was at a loss, Freya's expression suddenly moved, and she seemed to feel a clear green leaf from her body.

"The thread of fate?"

Tossed into the air by Freya, the blades began to glow a hazy emerald green light, automatically drifting towards the side of the temple's main building.

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked up from the lower floor through the spiral staircase, the short man walking in front walked briskly, and the strong man in the back walked steadily.

"Wow~ It's really Freya!"

Atreus was a little excited, but he didn't forget his father's reminder, keeping a distance from Freya and looking at her with a little wariness.

When Freya saw Atreus, a relieved smile appeared on her worried face.

"I thought you were going back to your hometown in the forest, but I didn't expect to see you two again here."

Kratos pressed Atreus's shoulder and asked Freya in a deep voice, "It's hard to put into words...... Freya, what are you doing here? ”

Freya sighed softly, "I heard that Midgard has a resistance group dedicated to fighting Asgard, and this underground organization has a large number of Valkyries joining, do you know where they are?" ”

Kratos didn't answer Freya's question directly, and continued to ask without moving, "If it's true, what are you going to do?" ”

Atreus added: "Let me remind you first, you also know the leader of this organization, and I don't think you can live in peace. ”

A gleam flashed in Freya's eyes: "The alien traveler who killed Badr?" ”

Kratos didn't change much on the surface, but the muscles in his whole body were tense and ready to go.

"That's right, he traveled all over Jotunheim and Warnerheim to tie together the coalition against Asgard."

"What do you want to do? Avenge? ”

Freya gritted her teeth, reminding herself countless times that the big picture mattered.

"Suck ~ ...... exhale"

Taking a deep breath, Freya reluctantly adjusted her mood: "There are some things I want to ask face to face, where is he?" ”

Kratos' brow furrowed.

Out of distrust of the gods, he didn't want to talk to Freya about these useless topics.

"Answer my question first, Goddess."

Atreus stepped up at this point to round the somewhat stiff atmosphere between the two.

"Father, don't be so nervous, I'm sure Freya has calmed down."

Kratos looked down at his son, "Atreus, do you want to believe in God?" ”

Atreus had a mature smile on his face that did not match his age: "Father, you said that we can't follow the old path of those rotten gods, and my way of being a god is up to me to explore. ”

"I know it's hard for you to believe in the gods because of the ups and downs of the past, but please at least trust me."

"Not all gods are untrustworthy, and there are good gods in Asgard."

"Taking a step back, if we want to defeat Odin, who is sitting on the throne of the Nine Realms, we need more powerful assistance."

Kratos looked at his son with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes, and finally the corners of his mouth flashed into a reassuring smile.

"Atreus, I still have reservations, but it's up to you to decide."