Chapter 775: Awakening

For the second time, a horrific massacre has occurred at Valhalla, and Frigga, as the mother of the gods, stands outside Valhalla, not only ignoring it, but feeling very lucky. Thankfully, the clever Terry broke through Valhalla's greatest weakness in a word, but the gods turned a blind eye to this weakness in front of everyone. Is it that they are so eager for peace, or have they enjoyed it for so long, that now they don't know how to fight at all, and they don't even have the slightest sense of fighting.

I usually admire the battles between the Heroic Spirits, and I feel that their combat effectiveness is really strong. But these heroic spirits are like small animals waiting to be slaughtered in front of Terry, and they are powerless to fight back. At least two things have been proven now, Terry's combat power is very strong, and at least all the Heroic Spirits in the three Valhalla together are not comparable to these three thousand unknown masters. Secondly, the Heroic Spirits in Valhalla are too weak, they have enjoyed peace for too long, and the battle between them has been reduced to the nature of a show.

In fact, this is not a battlefield, if it must be said that this is a battlefield, it is a battlefield for Terry alone. No one fights Terry, only he is left to slaughter. One person slaughtered more than 400,000 heroic souls who had gone down in history in the nine worlds, and no one would believe it even if he said it, but it really happened in front of him. And...... Terry was still just a human, he just got an army of 3,000 people from the Nameless Division. As the most fragile human in the Nine Worlds, he has long surpassed his limits, and now he is slaughtering the Heroic Spirits in Valhalla.

It can't stop, and as much as Fliga wants to get Terry to stop, he really can't stop now. It's not just Terry who kills the red-eyed. Even the Heroic Spirits within him began to go crazy. Battlefields, blood, pain, wailing, fear. These are the most precious spiritual food for the nameless dead. These are the things they crave the most. Although Terry's body can be bathed in blood forever, but that's all, and the carnage after coming out can enjoy the kind of pleasure that is not found in human bodies.

"Unexpected...... The Heroic Spirits were so vulnerable, but Odin himself did not notice them, but regarded them as his most precious treasures. What is the use of such an army on the battlefield? What can they do but be slaughtered? Valhalla offers them the best food, the best wine, and a few more dogs every day. These people who were once considered heroes are so poor. It's such a disappointment. ”

Friga was so disappointed that he didn't even bother to let Terry stop, just watched as Terry slaughtered the useless spirits. They have wasted Valhalla's resources for so many years, and they have been useless, which is damn terrible.

"Bold ~~~~"

Suddenly there was a thunderous sound in the sky, and Frigga knew that it was her husband Odin. This time Odin came quite quickly, the last time the Lord slaughtered the Heroic Spirits here all night Odin did not find out, this time Terry slaughtered Odin in the middle of the night.

Then, the sky seemed to converge, and a dark cloud turned into an awl and struck directly at Terry. And the tip of this awl is Odin's fierce fist.

Terry saw the change in the sky and immediately summoned all the nameless undead to his side, and the dark cloud kept spinning. With the power of wind and clouds, the power of thunder and lightning struck itself. Although he has an unknown teacher, he does not have any great power in himself, and his strength comes entirely from these three thousand nameless undead. If the main body is killed by Odin, these 3,000 nameless undead will also leave uncontrollably, so this trick must be taken well.

However, Odin is the lord of the gods, and this fist has the power of wind and clouds, and it uses a spin to bring them together to a point, and that punch is not easy to catch. The power and penetration of this punch are very strong, if you stretch out your hand and take it hard, I am afraid that your hand will be broken even if it is protected by the nameless soul, and even half of your body will disappear.

"With a whirl, the nameless undead brought all the flesh and blood. ”

Terry ordered all the nameless undead to bring all of Valhalla's dead Immortal flesh to him, and then had them revolve around the flesh, turning all the flesh here into a vortex that swirled in the direction of Odin's rotation. The strongest nameless undead covered Terry's body, controlling the vortex of flesh and blood, waiting for Odin to burrow inside.

The power and speed of Odin's punch had reached its limit, and it instantly burrowed into this flesh and blood vortex. Immediately after that, Terry fled backwards, and three thousand nameless undead followed Terry, entering Terry's body one by one, in order to increase his strength and wait for the battle.

Because Terry's flesh vortex and Odin's wind and cloud power rotate in the same direction, not only did not stop Odin, but increased Odin's strength and speed, to the point that Odin had already hit the ground without even reacting. Odin's punch was originally intended for Terry, but at this time, it hit the floor of Valhalla solidly. Immediately after, all the flesh was blown away by the wind and clouds, and Odin hit the ground with his right hand, raising his head to stare at Terry on the other side.

Fortunately, fortunately, he was smart, and Odin's punch didn't hit him. However, the power of this punch is a little worse, and it doesn't even have the floor of Valhalla...... Split?

Terry was still wondering how the punch could be so powerful, followed by a small earthquake, and then ...... The ground next to Odin's right hand slowly cracked, and in an instant it reached Terry's feet, covering the entire Valhalla in the blink of an eye. After a few shakes, Valhalla had changed beyond recognition, and what had just looked like an ancient Roman arena was now in ruins.

"Such a bold mortal man dared to trespass into Valhalla and kill my most elite troops. Would you like to try Jehovah's imprisonment in Valhalla's prison for 10,000 years?"

The scene was chaotic for a while, and the last surviving Heroic Spirits had been fighting each other, and there were not many people left. Odin was also distressed, his most elite troops had suffered such a bad luck, if he had known that he would not have allowed this bastard to join his own war, human beings were really unreliable, he must be the other party's spy.

Suddenly, two auroras, one white and one blue, flashed, the god of light and the god of thunder were the fastest, and they also came to Valhalla, and when they saw the tragic situation in Valhalla, they couldn't believe their eyes. The massacre that took place in Valhalla once did not come to an end. The rest of the Heroic Spirits were also red-eyed and kept attacking their own people, what the hell was going on.

"Everybody stop, you're safe. ”

Odin's shouts had no effect at all, the Heroic Spirits had gone mad, they were slashing at their comrades with their weapons, they were still fighting, as usual, but this time it was a real battle, fighting to the death.

"Terry, what the hell is going on, why did you slaughter your own troops when you were clearly the one who came to participate in the Second Ragnarok in my place?"

Terry waved his hand innocently: "It was Odin's daughter who asked me to do this, her name is Frieza, she said that I can come in and kill people at will, and she asked me to do this, let me kill them all without leaving behind." ”

"Nonsense, how can I have a daughter named Friesa? I'm just a daughter of the god of light, Frieza ......" Odin suddenly calmed down, could it be that the Frieza in Terry's mouth is Friega? Why did his wife pretend to be a daughter? And why did he deliberately say that he was Friesa? Odin looked around and saw Friega sitting near the stands, although his expression was not very good, but Friega's complexion was quite good, could it be that she was the culprit? She let Terry slaughter the Heroic Spirits? And after being slaughtered for so long, did she sit there all the time?

Fliga knows that he can't hide it now, although he really wants to see what his favorite Xiao Langjun looks like when he fights with his husband, but if it goes on like this, I'm afraid that this favorite Xiao Langjun won't be able to see today's sunrise. Fliga slowly descended from the stands.

"Don't hurt the peace, this is for me to do Terry. When Terry first came to Valhalla, he didn't know the rules, and I used Terry to go on a killing spree in Valhalla. Fliga didn't run away at all, and directly took all the crimes on himself.

"Erchen is ignorant, why are you like this, Queen Mother?" The god of light is a woman, so her heart is relatively kind.

Friga stretched out his hand to show everyone a look at the battlefield, and then sighed: "I just want you to see clearly, is the army guarding Valhalla really strong? It turns out that Terry can kill all the Heroic Spirits alone, these Heroic Spirits are worthless, they will not do anything but eat and drink, and if we use this army to garrison the kingdom of the gods, our fate will only be destruction." ”

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. This is the strongest and greatest heroic soul in every world ever, how can they be so vulnerable?" Odin couldn't believe what happened here, although Terry's combat power was very strong, but it was not too strong, and it was only in the middle of the night that almost killed all the heroic spirits in the Valhalla, and the remaining heroic spirits were probably killed by Terry, so they were so excited to kill each other. Although Odin is reluctant to believe Fliga's words, how eloquent is the fact that it is right in front of him?

Odin waved his hand: "Thor, go and stop them." ”

"No, never. Let them continue to fight, and only those who survive the battle are qualified to become the fighting power of our kingdom of gods. Let the other Heroes die, it will not only be a waste of resources, but it will even have a bad impact on our army. (To be continued......)