Chapter 487: Meeting the "Old Man" on the Barren Battlefield (Page 1/1)

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The dragon-slaying godborn hero looked around, looking at the coffin that had been blown up by himself at his feet, and next to his coffin, another coffin that had been empty for some time—there, there was supposed to be the body of the great hero's destined companion, the promised Valkyrie, Brünnhilde.

Regarding the emergency situation of the other half's body disappearing, the resurrected dragon slayer was neither nervous nor hesitant, after all, this time point was still his own choice! Brunhilde, the great Valkyrie, was reawakened by her father Odin to participate in the decisive battle of Ragnarok after her death, and the original soul of her own body has long been galloping on the battlefield as a heroic spirit.

Feeling the weakening of the power of the blood of the gods in his body, the great hero Siegrud straightened his waist, he knew that the decisive battle of Ragnarok was over, and the brilliance of the Norse gods had dissipated, whether it was the resurrected Valkyrie Brunhilde or the heroic spirit of Sigrud's soul, they had all returned to dust.

Therefore, in Sigrude's body at this time, there was not the slightest residual thought and obsession left by the soul of the former dragon slayer hero, so that he shrank himself into a singularity soul and stationed in this body without hindrance. Even the power of the blood of the Divine Descendants, which was the only one that could interfere, had just disappeared completely.

"Let's go check it out." Although he really wanted to replace the big sword Gramm in his hand with a more familiar Fang Tian painting halberd, Siegrude adhered to the self-cultivation of an actor and the necessity of throwing the pot, resisted this tempting thought, and intently followed the guidance of the blood of the god who uttered the last lamentation and moan, and walked towards the battlefield of Ragnarok.

Perhaps this was fate, Sigurud flicked the sword in the tree Graham to cut through the space, so that the crack was directly connected to the battlefield, and as soon as he stepped out of the spatial crack, he saw the corpse of Thor, the blonde haired and bearded Thor, who was on his knees but still straight, and Jörmungandr, whose head was crushed by him but still not completely dead.

"Shhh

Feeling the blood of the god descendants in his body that was reactivated, Zigrude raised his eyebrows, his cyan pupils overlooking the atrium snake that pounced in front of him, he found that this snake was much smaller than the one he had beaten that could really circle the world, and it was just a giant python at all.

Critical Blow!

Your own ability and strength, you can't use it! But Siegrud's basic skills, which had honed countless worlds, were enough for him to take his body that had just been resurrected and had not yet warmed up, and exert the power to directly chop up any enemy that stood in his way.

Gram sliced the flesh along Jörmungard's mouth, and then swam through the gaps between the scales like a swimming fish, the sound of flesh and blood parting mixed with the tearing sound of the blade of the sword suddenly resounded in the silence of the battlefield.

The figure and the serpent staggered, and Jörmungård was completely split in two pieces from end to end, and the blood-stained Siegrud turned unscathed, and saw something familiar and unfamiliar in its dissected abdomen—Thor's hammer. Thor, who had never used a serious hammer of Thor, but had only used Thor's hammer (book) and Thor's hammer (revolver twin guns), bent down with great interest and slipped the hammer, which had lost its master's divine power and looked dull, in his hand.

"It's a bonus." Siegrude shrugged, Singularity's soul pryed the power of the dragon's bloodline from the gnawed dragon's heart, and a terrifying dragon's breath flame erupted from his hand, completely melting Thor's hammer into a ball of molten iron, and then lightly pressed against the gram in his hand.

As the scorching molten iron grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared, the sword in the tree made a coquettish buzzing sound like a well-fed child whose mouth had been burned. Sigerud's sword is sheathed, and the scabbard made of lime trees can hold the curse, so naturally it will not be unable to wrap Gramm, who is hot at this time because of the devouring of molten iron.

Continuing on, stepping past the bodies of gods and giants, demons and the undead, Siegrud saw the figure of the flame giant Surtr. The king of Muspelheim, who had killed countless gods but was still alive, struggled to stand up with the flame sword Levardin after noticing that someone was approaching him.

"Siegrud? I remember that my magic sword has turned your soul into nothingness ... No, it's not! You're not a Heroic Spirit! You're alive? How can it be? I burned your soul, how could you be resurrected as a human and appear in front of me again? Surtr waved his hand at Levadin to kill Sigrud again, but this time, it was not him on the stronger side.

'Levadin? I remember that fate was destined to fall into the hands of that vampire sister and become her weapon, right, my sister was holding it, or Gangunir. It seems that I can't move these two weapons. Siegrud thought to himself, and crawled out of Gramm again.

Thunder Crit!

The unimaginable power erupted from the sword in the tree, and the moment he touched the Flame Demon Sword, Surtr found himself in a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth, and then the weapon flew away from the shattered palm and turned into a meteor in the sky, while Gram's blade pierced the heart of the Flame Giant unabated.

"Goodbye!" Graham was withdrawn, and then the Flame Giant, who knelt on his chest, slashed the sword of the Giant, and Siegrud staggered with the corpse of the Headless Giant, continuing to roam the battlefield that had ended the war.

Siegrud stayed on the edge of a pool of ashes, silent for a long time, he knew that there were not only the ashes of the heroic spirit that belonged to the soul of the real hero Sigrud, but also the ashes of his destined lover, the promised Valkyrie Brunhilde, it seemed that the husband and wife were stewed by Surtr.

In the end, Ziegrud followed the call of his heart, the cry of the blood of the gods, and the greed of the dragon's power, and walked to the center of this battlefield, crushing the head of the corpse of the giant wolf Fenrir in his way, kicking away the terrifying body of Hela, the goddess of death, who was generally as beautiful as decay, and saw it, Nidhogg.

The corpses of countless dead people were swept away by the storm of the poisonous dragon's wings, and then attached to the wings, and it was going to soar!

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