On the other side of the portal is a bustling bazaar, surrounded by pedestrians. Dressed in national costumes, they looked at Hela and Ash who suddenly appeared in the crowd, and their eyes were full of curiosity. In the past, Hela would have summoned an endless stream of black swords to pierce it, but now, Hela was busy carrying the ashes covered in black armor.

Soul energy is a little too much...... I, when I was asleep, seemed to have become much weaker...... Ash thought a little tiredly.

If it is when the fire is transmitted, a miracle spell like Storm Falling Thunder, relying on a huge soul, the ash can easily be released three to four times in a row. And now, just after one release, his soul has already felt consumed...... Coupled with the large number of Valkyrie souls in his backpack, the current ashes are a bit like a rich man who has been starved to death in the Golden House......

If the fire prevention girl is here, it seems that she will not need this at all...... I don't know why such a terrifying thought rose in Ash's heart. Fortunately, although tired, the ashes have not completely lost consciousness. Therefore, the moment this thought came to mind, the ashes snuffed out the sign of foreboding......

"Anyway, where is this?"

Hearing this, he glanced left and right, not paying attention to the strange eyes of the people around him, and from the clothes of the pedestrians, Hela roughly guessed where this was......

"This is the atrium, and we have escaped from the abyss of the Nine Realms!" There was a slight excitement in his voice, although he had opened the space-time passage, but in the case of the extreme lack of magic power, coupled with the extremely unstable spatial state of the Nine Realms Abyss, Hela was even ready to throw an arm or a leg in it as a travel fee. But now it seems that his luck is not bad, the atrium represents the weakest world among the Nine Realms in the era when he is still fighting. Of course, this is all Hela's personal thoughts, after all, she has not left the abyss of the Nine Realms for five thousand years......

"How does it feel?" Hela looked at the ashes with her arms on top of her, with some concern. Now Ash looks in a terrible state, the muscles that could have fought Odin head-on have no strength, and the whole person is hanging on Hela's body like a boneless salted fish. More importantly, the weakness in his words that is difficult to conceal is like a bean sprout after recovering from a serious illness. Through the gaps in her armor, Hela could see a lot of gray-black material slowly drifting away. Hela knew about the substance because it was the same residue that Ash had left behind when she was killed and reborn......

"Very poor ......" did not pretend to be strong, and the ashes knew better than anyone in the long battle, and the knowledge that recklessness can bring is even deeper sorrow.

"Sleep has caused me to escape too much soul power, coupled with forcibly communicating with the king's soul and unleashing miracle spells, now my soul can only barely carry my thoughts...... But don't worry, I'm the original ashes. It is also the most perfect immortal...... At most, it's just a long night's sleep......"

Relieved to hear this, Hela lifted the ashes to a street corner. Exhausted, Ash struggled to open his eyes, and his originally relaxed eyelids now seemed to have a thousand powers...... This is a very novel feeling for the ashes. When the soul is abundant, the immortal body of the ash is also unlimited, and the infinite strength and physical strength have been the nightmare of many wandering souls...... It's a novelty, but Ash doesn't like it.

After a short rest, Ash didn't feel like he had recovered much. Come to think of it, maybe it's because you don't have a campfire by your side, right?

With that in mind, Ash pulled out the Elemental Bottle—a thing that would automatically teleport to Ash's rucksack if it was more than three meters away from Ash, which was very convenient. Pulling out the cork, half of Ash's fingers broke off like the lime and fell directly to the ground due to some force. Didn't care about the fingers. Ash lifted the bottle and poured the golden and red campfire solution into his mouth, the slightly viscous warm taste was a rare delicacy for Ash. Of course, only for the ashes. If it were for someone else, like Hela, I'm afraid the whole mouth would melt completely. With the replenishment of the campfire, the body of the ashes also stopped escaping. Glancing at Hela, who was frowning solemnly beside her, Ash who was a little tired because of her soul, asked, "How do you feel?" ”

Sighing, Hela didn't seem to be as happy as she had been when she first left.

"Odin, that guy reactivated the Magical Containment Inscription in my body in the last moments of losing consciousness...... Damn it, if he doesn't die, I'm afraid my magic will always be limited by him! ”

After a pause, a sneer suddenly rose at the corner of Hela's mouth: "But it's okay, I've been attacked by you." Odina's guys are now battered. Coupled with the fact that the battle was taking place in the abyss of the Nine Realms, which was full of magical power, Odin now probably needed a long deep sleep to recover his body and regulate the magic power in his body...... Seize the opportunity, I can definitely break the inscription seal that that guy has set up in my body! As she spoke, Hela clenched her fists confidently. She could endure it for 5,000 years, and the little difficulties that followed were nothing to Hela now.

Just as Hela was about to say something, Ash suddenly stopped Hela with some difficulty.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Ash's struggling movements, Hela leaned over with some concern.

Shaking his head, Ash said tiredly, "The soul is still too much to consume...... I need one end of sleep to recover......" as he spoke, and Ash struggled to pull out a dark cloth bag from his backpack behind him, made of unknown animal skins, probably mottled with marks due to age. "Help me find a place with a fire to scatter these ashes, and then I put them in the flame...... So I ...... Yes... Try to... Vast...... Complex... Hurry up......"

Before he could finish speaking, the ashes had fallen into a deep sleep because of the soul. But fortunately, he had already eaten the elemental bottle before this, so his body had already solidified a lot, otherwise, by the time the ashes woke up, he would probably have already returned to the campfire in the abyss of the Nine Realms.

Looking at the ashes that had fallen into a deep slumber, Hela looked a little wild. Hearing Ash's words again, and just as Hela was thinking about whether to make a "slightly larger" fire, a well-proportioned black man wearing a gray-blue cloth robe and short hair appeared in front of Hela and said bluntly:

"Maybe we can provide a reliable fire."

"Who are you?" Several swords suddenly appeared behind him, and Hela looked unkind, or rather the stranger with a wary expression, and her arms firmly protected the ashes in her arms. And the black man did not care about this, but said mildly:

"My name is Mordo, and I am a mage who is studying here...... The Ancient One mage asked me to tell you that she wanted to talk to you about something. ”

Moments later, Hela carried the ashes on her back and followed Mordo's footsteps to the other side of the Ancient One's seclusion.

New York, an unknown convent for the blind. Sitting on the stone steps, a young girl who was blind and wearing a pale black brocade robe had a smile on her face.

"You're finally here......"

"Lord Ash."