A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 389 The Proud Warrior

Clang!

Lord let out a foul breath, raised his arms and swung his long knife lightly.

On the crimson scorching blade, the terrifying high temperature and flames gradually dissipated, and then it returned to its previous appearance.

The aftermath of the 'Blade of the Rising Sun' slashed out in one blow, leaving a golden afterglow like the setting sun in the void, and the scorching spiritual pressure contained in it has not dissipated for a long time.

But most shocking.

The crimson scorching blade obviously didn't touch anything else, but the magnificent sword energy it wielded was like a waning moon. After passing thousands of miles across the land, it burned several stretches of mountains in the distance into ashes, and the land along the way It was even melted into a piece of magma by the flames.

Unfortunately, the army of hundreds of thousands of undead was instantly annihilated in ashes directly under the flames.

Watch this scene.

Brunhilde felt a little horrified, what a terrifying temperature.

The flames rivaling the surface of the sun, even the God King of Asgard, might be hard to resist!

After burning through the high temperature, a distorted and fuzzy void appeared, and when he cast his eyes on the goddess of death, there was another turbulent wave in Brunhilde's heart, and his complexion could not stop changing violently.

I saw that the goddess of death, who was originally like a queen, looked extremely miserable at the moment.

The Rising Sun Blade, which sealed all the flames into the blade, destroyed the defensive magic she built in an instant, and burned the death cloak with a destructive force, causing half of her body to be wiped out in ashes under the high temperature!

boom!

With the sound of heavy objects falling, the already broken ground collapsed again.

Hela lay in the broken and collapsed pit in a state of distress. Her tight black leather armor had long been burned by the flames, and the parts below her waist were nowhere to be seen. Only her scorched upper body was left, and her breath was so weak that it might disappear at any time.

The reason why she is still alive is due to Helheim Underworld.

If it weren't for the master of this hell, with a steady stream of energy supply, I'm afraid he would have died under the 'Blade of the Rising Sun' long ago.

Hela, who originally had the support of Helheim's Underworld, although she is slightly inferior to Lord in terms of hard power, it is absolutely impossible to lose so quickly, let alone lose so miserably. Even if she loses, she can delay go down.

But the problem is...

In order to avenge Asgard, Hela did not hesitate to use the source of death in Helheim's underworld to cultivate her two major artifacts, the 'Sword of the Night Sky' and the 'Cloak of Death', causing the entire hell to be in a 'deficit' all year round. state.

This behavior naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of Helheim Hell Will.

Therefore, combining the above two conditions, this has created the current situation.

If this brain hadn't been filled with ten catties of water, it would definitely not be able to do such a thing!

You must know that the overall strength of the hell lord is linked to the death source of the entire hell. The stronger the source of hell, the stronger the lord. Conversely, the stronger the lord, the stronger the source of hell. The two can be said to complement each other!

However, Hela chose to do this kind of drudgery. It can only be said that she was absolutely not wronged by swallowing this bitter fruit of defeat.

how to say......

Maybe this is self-inflicted.

Lord landed slowly, looked at Hela with contemptuous eyes, and said, "You lost, Hela."

"But... Damn!"

Holding the broken Night Sky Sword in both hands, Hela propped her body up on the ground and said with fire in her eyes, "Don't think it's over, I can still fight, come again!!!"

Here I have to praise the tradition of Asgard.

I don't know how the old man Odin was raised. He is obviously a very good politician, a kind-hearted old fox, but how did he raise his sons and daughters, all of them are developing in the direction of reckless men.

Needless to say, Thor, the god of thunder, even Loki, a mage, has been affected. He likes to stab people with a dagger when he has magic. no?

"remarkably brave."

Lord nodded slightly, reluctantly acknowledging Hela's fighting spirit, but his eyes were full of sarcasm, and said: "But you are only half of your body, and you can't even condense your magic power. How are you going to fight me? "

"For the glory of Asgard!"

Hela had high fighting spirit, her eyes were blazing with fighting spirit, she held the ground with one hand to maintain an upright posture, pointed the broken Night Sky Sword at Lord with the other, and said word by word: "I, Hella Odinson, with death In the name of the goddess, I challenge you!"

There is a sense of determination in the calm words!

Knowing that she was invincible, Hela still raised her sword, like a berserker without scruples, like those heroic spirits who longed for battle and death, resolutely chose to continue fighting!

Looking at Hela like this, Brunhilde suddenly felt a little complicated.

Even though the two sides are hostile positions, it is inevitable that there will still be a little respect for the soldiers who died calmly.

"Spirit King... my lord." Brunhilde sent his voice through the spiritual pressure: "Hela is sending you an ancient challenge, if... if you are willing to respond , you need to report your name, and have a holy duel under the witness of Odin and Gungnir."

"Duel...so that's the case, since this is your choice, then I respect your will." Lord's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said solemnly: "Lord Karl, from Midgard King Ling, accept your challenge."

"Midgard... the Spirit King?"

Hela was startled for a moment, and then said in disbelief: "Among those humble human beings, can someone as strong as you be born?"

"Who gave you the illusion that the strong cannot be born among human beings?" Lord closed his eyes slightly, and said with a half-smile: "Do you know that the race that rules the world is precisely this group of 'humble' in your eyes?" Tiny 'humans?"

Human beings are small?

Then you may have never seen the army of 'travelers' at the starting point.

Among the big bosses all over the heavens and worlds, those who destroy hundreds of worlds at every turn are pure human beings!

"What do you mean?" Hela frowned slightly, not quite understanding Lord's words.

"Nothing, let's get started."

Lord shook his head, pulled out the blade at his waist, and said lightly: "Since it's a so-called duel, there must be a suitable place for the duel. I just use this trick to give you the greatest respect, Goddess of Death Hai pull."

"Hehe...that would be great!"

There was a gleam in Hela's eyes, and she could make the enemy go all out. This is the greatest respect for her: "Lord Karl, in order to respond to your respect, I will use my last strength."

"Swastika...solution!"

Lord's thin lips were slightly parted, and he slowly let go of the Zanpakutō, the breath from the soul rippling: "Senben Sakura...Jing Yan!!!"

"You actually let go of your weapon on your own initiative?"

Hela frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy, feeling that Lord seemed to be underestimating her.

But what happened next completely changed her opinion, and even her heart trembled inexplicably, with a vague premonition.

As the blade fell slowly, the moment it touched the ground.

Suddenly, ripples appeared on the ground like the surface of water, and then the blade sank straight into it, disappearing without a sound.