His figure shook a little hastily, and looking at the knight's greatsword that pierced his abdomen, Brunhilde was full of astonishment and confusion when he arrived in the sky.

Confused, she placed her hand on the cold blade of the sword—the coldness of the soul. He turned his head and looked behind him. The sight of the ash armor was cold and stiff, like the long sword that pierced his body.

There was no intense pain, but Brunhild could clearly feel that the dark ring engraved on his soul was flowing from the milky white fluorescent humanity......

"For ...... What the...... You...... Yes...... Go out... Right now...... This ......"

The undead do not feel pain because of external objects, but if the souls of the undead are affected, their bodies will also become dying. Just like now, Brunhilde has a strange state that only occurs when the soul is mismatched because of the heavy damage to his soul.

Not paying attention to Brunhilde's words, Ash clenched the knight's greatsword in his hand. He didn't pull it out, but slashed to the side. In an instant, Brunhilde's body, which was barely complete, suddenly burst out like a cracked snakeskin bag, with broken internal organs and severed flesh mixed with scarlet blood......

There is no death, or rather, there is no such thing as death for the undead. In the state of separation of spirit and body, even now, Brunhilde still has a residual consciousness, and is even able to move weakly.

Coldly staring at Brunhilde in front of him, Ash knew. Now Brunhilde is already an immortal, and an immortal can continue to be resurrected as long as there is a place of fire. As now, when Brünnhilde's spirit and body are completely separated, it won't be long before her soul returns to the sacrificial ground and merges into a new body and is reborn...... In the age of fire, the soul is the foundation of everything, and humanity is the wedge of thought.

The difference between the Age of Fire and the Age of the Sea is like the difference between idealism and materialism......

There is no pointless mending. Ash took out the spiral sword from his rucksack and sprinkled the ashes in front of Brünnhilde. Under the gaze of Brunhilde's pupils, which had shrunk into pinpoint shapes, Ash plunged the spiral sword into the pile of ashes and fragments of the dead corpse.

As an undead, Brunhild knew better than anyone what that meant.

Ash is born of fire, and Sister Fred was also Ash (race), but she died as well. The reason is simple, before killing Sister Fried, the ashes extinguished the flames of the world of painting, cutting off the source that gave her endless life. And now, the ashes have ignited a flame...... When the ashes die, they will be reborn by rebuilding their bodies from the ashes at the nearest campfire. So, Brünnhilde knew, and all that Ash was doing now was also simple...... He's going to kill himself completely.

Thinking about it, Brunhilde raised his eyes with some difficulty, and through the face armor on his ash face, Brunhilde felt the coldness...... But through the cold, Brunhilde also felt a deep sadness and unbearable.

This made Brunhilde's heart even more bitter... How she wished that Ash was completely cold, cruel, and indifferent...... Because it's better than being so gentle as it is now.

"Until...... Appear... At...... You...... It's all ...... Will... I see ...... Do...... Clansman...... Is it? Brunhilde spoke intermittently with his broken body, and when he heard Brunhilde's words, the movement of the ashes was inaudible. Then he nodded calmly. Looking at the spiral sword that was slowly covered in flames, Ash shook his head and said slowly, "I'm sad...... You betrayed me. ”

"Hold... Sorry ......"

"You don't need to apologize." Clutching his knees, Ash slowly crouched on the ground, his sincere eyes staring through his visor into Brünnhilde's already dilated pupils. "I can't feel the struggle in your heart, but now you are very sad...... So why, why didn't you choose to turn back in the first place? All of this could have been avoided if you had turned back......"

Hearing Ash's somewhat innocent words, a stiff wry smile rose into Brunhilde's face. Looking at the slowly rising firelight, Brunhilde had already guessed his end. didn't defend anything, just looked directly into the gray eyes with that gray gaze, and said apologetically:

“…… Embrace... Apologies..."

Looking at Brunhilde, who had lost his voice, Ash nodded calmly. Then he stood up.

After about half a minute, in front of the campfire, Brunhilde's body began to coalesce rapidly. In the final analysis, the death of the undead is only a human outflow.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, before Brünnhilde could say anything, before Brünnhilde could look around. It's just a little difficult, and he hurriedly lies on the ground, turning his body in the direction of Asgard with a body that has just been resurrected and is not yet familiar. But before she could turn around completely, the knights of Lokris stepped out of the fire with a solid stride, covered in armor. Soon, they were standing on either side of Brunhilde.

The sun cast a cool shadow on them. Then, without the slightest hesitation, they raised the knight's sword in their hands—it was as sharp as if it had been forged from pig iron, and even the Asgardian sunlight shining on the blade seemed to become cold and cold.

Sneer——!

Sneer——!

Sneer——!

……

The blade is not pleasant to the ear, it only makes people feel chilled all over the body. The sword pierced through Brünnhilde's body, pinning her to the ground. But even so, feeling the passage of humanity, Brunhilde is still struggling to turn his body in the direction of Asgard.

Drawing their blades, the heavily armed Knights of Lokris stood aside, holding their swords emotionlessly.

A moment later, replenished by the campfire, Brunhilde's body condensed again. Then, the sword fell again......

Condensed again, fell again. Condensed again, fell again.

It's like reincarnation, I don't know how many times it's repeated. The palm of his hand was tightly pressed against the Rainbow Bridge, feeling the little humanity left in his body, and looking at the Asgardian people on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, Brunhilde's eyes had turned gray, and his dilated pupils were full of sadness and self-blame. It seemed to feel what little humanity Brunhild had left—and this time the knights simply stood aside, not nailing her through again.

And this gave Brunhilde a chance to get up and raise his head. He struggled to look at the homeland, the Asgard that had raised him. Brunhilde's lips, already cracked by the long cycle of soul flesh between collapse and resurrection, twitched a few times, just as she seemed to want to say something.

Sneer——!

Not some knight, but ashes. The brilliant golden Gungnir in his hand pierced through Brünnhilde's erect neck, and with a sharp edge, the spear went straight through the neck bone and nailed to the path of the Rainbow Bridge.

With his mouth open, Brunhilde could feel the last of his humanity flowing out of Po Po as well...... Consciousness had blurred, and Brünnhilde's body fell forward. But because of the spear nailed to the rainbow bridge, she didn't seem to get what she wanted...... Dead eyes stared at Asgard obsessively, and that seemed to be what she wanted.

Footsteps rang in his ears, and Brünnhilde knew it was the sound of ashes passing over him. At the same time, she also knows what she looks like now...... It's what a betrayer should be.

Thinking that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, a stiff and sarcastic arc rose at the corners of Brunhilde's mouth.

In a trance, Brünnhilde heard the sound of ash again—strangely determined

"Flatten, crush, smash! Plunder all souls as far as you can see! To rekindle the first fire—"

"Kill the enemy when you see !!!"

……

…………

Hearing this, I heard the decisive words of Ash. Brünnhilde was stunned for a moment, and there was a slight warmth in his feeble lowered eyes.

"Hold... Sorry ......"

I don't know if Brunhilde said it to Ash with his last strength, or if Ash said it to his own people.