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"We won?"

These were the first words of Eleven's wake up, and the Patriarch smiled and nodded, and Elevenn cheered, but unexpectedly pulled the wound and let out another wail, and lay on the ground, never wanting to move again.

After experiencing the battle with the living gods, everyone is tired, even the gray knight Claude, holding his dragon spear and falling asleep, the necromancers do not need sleep, but they are rarely willing to enter a deep sleep full of memories, those lost memories, after waking up, will become the pain that torments the soul, making the dead souls more irritable and more numb.

As for Rattle, after learning that his side had defeated the mythical gods, his grinning mouth couldn't stop anymore, one hid in the corner of the tent, and didn't know what to say, like a madman chattering with gods, and the other people were not in a very good state, after all, their opponents, but the king of the Valkyries, the former top gods, even if their combat power was compressed by at least sixty percent in this world, it was not something that they could not even reach the legend of the little rookies could fight head-on.

In fact, the fact that these people were able to survive Alvet's "Victory Charge" was already the reason for the Valkyrie King's mercy, otherwise just from the gods' protective fighting spirit, their lives could be completely crushed, but it was precisely because of the victory achieved in this situation that the gold content in it almost made everyone lose sleep.

There was no word for a night, and the next morning, when the first rays of sunlight shone into this world, Elivan and his party had already arrived at the entrance of the temple, and the soul form of Heimdall was waiting for them, but compared to the day before, Heimdall was more like an ordinary barbarian.

Although it is a soul state, his pale hair, the scars on his body and the war streaks on his face are still clearly visible, which is probably because these souls from the gods are too powerful, at least Elevenn knows that the souls of ordinary people can last for three hours after death without dissipating, and an existence like Heimdall, who can fight with everyone in a soul state, is something that Elevenn could not have imagined before.

"Here you are, victors!"

Heimdall's face no longer had the previous fighting intent on his face, on the contrary, this powerful warrior now had an easy-going face, and saw the people led by Elivan enter the temple, and Heimdall turned around with his back to them, holding a golden key and a silver-white spear in his hand.

The key is not mentioned for the time being, the spear quickly attracted everyone's attention, in fact, it is a spear, it is better to say that it is a gorgeous staff, from afar, Elivan can see the silver runes engraved on the staff, densely covered with the entire body of the spear, and at the top, it was polished into a purple gem that was extremely similar to the head of the spear, and it was only held in Heimdall's hand, and the purple lightning that flowed from time to time on the gun was also extremely amazing.

"It's your spoils!"

Heimdall walked up to Eleven, stretched out his hands, a quaint key, a silver spear, and Elivan took a deep breath and took these two things in his hands in the eyes of everyone, either expectantly or regretfully.

Strange to say, the moment Elivan took the spear, a wonderful feeling appeared in the bottom of his heart, this small world, and even the temple in front of him, were under his control, and he even felt that he only needed to move his mind to completely destroy everything around him, of course, this was just an illusion.

Elivan could feel that the spear in his hand was actually a magical creation with high requirements for the user, and with his current level, he couldn't drive such a powerful weapon at all, so he carefully took out a gorgeous long box from the storage space, carefully put the spear in his hand into the luxurious purple velvet backing, and then put it back into the storage space of the Book of Ten Thousand Laws.

"That's the Sky Fortress, the control center of Valgara, the weapon of the Father of the Gods, known as the Spear of Judgment, Gungnir, is a powerful artifact and a staff of all kinds, I hope you don't bury it! The treasure house and seal you are looking for are in the deepest part of the temple, and only those who hold Gungnir are qualified to open it! Go ahead, face your fate!"

Heimdall seemed to be so sleepy that even his body became illusory, he closed his eyes, staggered back to where he had stood, half-kneeling in front of the half-body statue of Odin, and in the midst of the crowd, he softly hummed an Asgardian ballad,

"Next to the beautiful and rich World Tree,"

"The weary warrior fell asleep,"

"Who made him smile in his sleep?"

"Who took away his sorrow,"

"It's my hometown,"

"The most beautiful hometown. ”

"And the girl who misses him. ”

"It's my hometown,"

"The hometown of my dreams,"

"Golden fields, magnificent auroras,"

"I and they searched for the direction of the temple in the snow,"

"That's home. ”

"The hometown I want to return to eventually....."

In this vicissitudes of life and low singing, Heimdall's voice became weaker and weaker, and his body became more and more illusory, but Odin's warriors could feel the warmth, the familiar warmth, like the warmth and fragrance of the fireplace where the pork leg was roasted when he was once in the banquet hall, and when he opened his eyes, it was no longer a bleak ruin, but the golden hall in his memory, Thor and Loki were sitting at the banquet table and glaring at each other, Sif was pouring mead for Thor with a gentle face, and Tyr was pulling Frey to the side of the stage in a miserable tap dance, and Freya and Badr were telling jokes to each other, behind himThe brave warriors had just finished their training and were sitting at the table eating and drinking, and the whole banquet hall was full of lively noise, and even the sound of music was suppressed, but it seemed to be full of life.

Heimdall stood, he walked down the path covered with flowers and carpets, everyone in his path greeted him warmly, and he even saw Yarvette and Brunhilde, and the burly figure sitting on the top, the king of the gods with a golden helmet and blindfold, holding Gungnir, and two ravens standing on his shoulders.

The king of the gods also saw Heimdall standing still, and he raised his glass and shouted,

"Heimdall, my warrior, my brother, you're too late!

"My King!" (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.