End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Russell put down the short sword in his hand, and pulled out a few randomly to check, all of them were Asgard's magic swords.

Thousands of unified standard weapons, the scale of the formation of the army, and female soldiers...

Thoughtful, Russell leaned over to check among the bones. Under the layers of white bones, he found thick ribs and skulls that obviously did not belong to humans, as well as the wing ulna of birds.

The female bones plus the Pegasus, the clues are already obvious. This is the burial place of the Asgardian Valkyrie Legion, and the entire army was wiped out by the return of the death goddess Hela.

Russell was very impressed with this legion. Although they only played for a few seconds, they died in a terrible way!

The brainless suicide charge is like the cavalry of the old era encountering the heavy machine guns of the position, and was taken away by Hela's output, and died worthless.

Obviously Asgard has spaceships and anti-aircraft laser cannons...

Cough cough, this kind of thing is just like the Green Lantern Corps, it is a plot kill, in fact... uh... Actually, they are all elites, and they are very powerful in singles.

For example, Thor's childhood dream was to join them and become a glorious Valkyrie.

Later, when he grew up, he felt that women's clothing was too shameful, so he gave up this great dream.

By the way, Asgard still has the Valkyrie Legion. Due to the scarcity of numbers and average combat effectiveness, it has almost become a literary soldier.

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking through the air came from behind, Russell turned his head sideways, and turned to look at the sharp sword-like canyon.

A tall and slender figure stepped out of the darkness, and a beam of light fell from the sky at the right time, illuminating the whole body of the comer. The tight-fitting leather armor with black background and green pattern, and long black hair fell down, covering half of his face.

Quite glamorous appearance, although only half of the face was exposed, but it was also impressive, full of arrogance and coldness, full of queen temperament.

Death Goddess Hela!

According to the setting where she was imprisoned here, Russell judged that she was Odin's eldest daughter, not Loki's daughter.

Well, Loki is miserable, in every sense of the word.

"Who are you? Why are you here? Did Odin throw you in?" Hela asked three times in a defiant manner.

"Hella!?"

Russell asked knowingly, pretending not to know each other, feeling a little regretful.

Although it is very beautiful, very bad, and extremely aggressive, it is not the face of the elf queen, otherwise, it will be cool to find any reason.

"Oh, you know me?"

Hela was a little surprised. She was confined in the dimension of hell. She thought that Odin would erase all information about her, but she didn't expect anyone to recognize her.

"Of course, the famous Hella Odinson, the first in line heir to the throne of Asgard and the military commander, knows that you are normal."

"Then who are you?"

Hela sneered twice, narrowed her eyes and stared at Russell: "Also, how long has it been outside?"

The Queen has so many questions!

Russell curled his lips. The original book did not say how long Hela had been sealed. Referring to Thor and Loki did not know Hela, nor did they know that they had a sister, it can be inferred that it was about 1500 years.

"answer me!"

"Before answering your question,

Can you answer a question for me first? Russell raised his hand to stop the queen from letting go of her aura. There was a question he wanted to ask a long time ago.

Hela didn't speak, and stared at Russell coldly, probably agreeing.

"Can you tell me, where did you get your cosmetics in this shitty place?"

Russell pointed to his eyes, Hela's eye shadow was painted really well, as if she had painted it just this morning.

This is very unreasonable!

Hella's tights were full of holes, and only half of the cloak was left behind. Many places were exposed in large areas, revealing porcelain white skin, which could be called a blessing, and Russell was a little dizzy.

This is not the point, the point is that the clothes are tattered, which shows that there is a serious lack of supplies here, so where did the cosmetics come from?

Could it be Odin?

He threw his daughter into hell, fearing that she would be idle and bored, so he specially prepared 1500-year-old cosmetics for her to entertain herself.

"act recklessly!"

A sharp sword-like mountain rose from Hela's feet, standing on it and looking down at Russell: "I haven't seen a living person for a long time, so kneel down to your queen and give yourself a chance to survive."

Russell picked out his ear and looked with his hand: "Damn it, it's such a big lump of earwax, did it come out of fright? That's really amazing!"

"Hehehe..."

Sullen flashed in Hela's eyes, and she tried to convince herself to give Russell a chance to live. Since the other party didn't know how to cherish it, she could only kill him.

She opened her hands, and the green energy turned into mist and spread out from behind half of the cloak, and then split into several strands and penetrated into the ground and disappeared.

Just when Russell thought she was just a simple concave shape, the ground trembled slightly, and the sound of uniform military formations came from the sword canyon.

"Wake up, my army..."

Hela raised her finger to Russell, and said with a sinister smile, "Kill this person to please me!"

boom! boom! boom! boom

Thousands of troops in helmets and armor stepped out, neatly formed and full of murderous aura. They were Asgardian warriors loyal to Hela, and they were buried here by Odin.

According to the orthodox Norse mythology, these brave souls should be introduced into the Hall of Valor by the Valkyries, and enjoy eternal pilgrimage, instead of being sent to hell as rebels.

Russell glanced at the group of armored soldiers, seeing through the essence of Hela's magic.

The spears and daggers in the hands of the soldiers were made by Hela using abilities, as was the armor. Because the body decayed and only the skeleton remained, and the soul could not move even if it was empty, so Hela ignited green magic energy in their bodies, turned into undead and continued to serve The queen who serves.

It is true that like father like son, or that parents are the first mentors of children and have a profound influence on them.

When Odin was young, he launched a war to conquer the Nine Kingdoms, so Hela was as cruel as him, and even the loyal and loyal souls of war would not let them sleep forever.

Odin is old and needs benevolence and righteousness to rule the country, so Thor and Loki, not to mention the second brother, fight bravely and fiercely, but one is better than the other.

Hela's army had already gone to battle, Russell raised his hand and pulled out the Vulcan sword, and was about to mow the lawn without a fight, when the enemy among thousands of armies shyly went to take off his clothes, suddenly the ground under his feet was lit with white light.

The light of the soul!

Russell fluttered his wings away, frowned and looked down, only to see countless scattered light spots converging into the white bones in the field, and thousands of skeletons climbed up from the ground, lonely and silently pulled out the sword inserted in the crevice of the stone.

Valkyrie Legion!

Russell's eyes glowed with black light, and he found that the souls of these thousands of Valkyries were blank. Because of the passage of time, their memories either disappeared or were buried deep, aimlessly like walking dead.

No, they still have a purpose, follow the obsession before death, and fight Hela's army.

"If you don't want such an elite legion, you don't want it. I really don't know what Odin thinks. Just because the Asgardian family has a big business, so they don't care?"

Russell shook his head slightly, pointing to the sky with one hand upright, thousands of black smoke flew out of the passage of the dark dimension, wrapped the white skeleton of the Valkyrie, and turned it into a fully enclosed heavy armor.

Without him, Russell thinks this is more fair!

How can a warrior have only weapons but no armor when he goes out to fight?

Thousands of Valkyries were dressed in armor and quickly formed an array. Their Pegasus mounts were too dead and cold, and their souls could not respond to their masters, so they could only fight as infantry.

A Valkyrie at the front raised her sword with one hand and swung it vertically. Thousands of Valkyries aligned their swords horizontally, maintained their formation and launched a charge.

The Valkyrie who was suspected to be the commander turned her head stiffly, looked at Russell, nodded slightly, and joined the charge formation.

Russell's eyes lit up immediately, the female commander's soul was the most complete, she had the ability to think logically, and her memory seemed to be quite complete.

A symbol of strength, proving that he was a mighty warrior during his lifetime.

Russell rubbed his hands, not hiding the eagerness in his eyes, this guy is good, he can use it, he wants it.

There is no other meaning, it is pure appreciation and pity, it is a pity that such a warrior will be buried in hell forever.

Of course, he doesn't mind if you buy one get one thousand free.

Clang!

On the battlefield, the two black torrents collided with each other, entering a white-hot stage in an instant.

As far as the formation of troops is concerned, Hela's men are standard infantry, and the square camp is meticulous and overwhelming.

On the Valkyrie's side, the air cavalry turned into infantry, turning into ten centurions, interspersed like arrows. It seems that the soldiers are scattered and brave, but because of their superior individual combat ability, they often use one against two or three to break up the infantry square formation and continue to harvest heads.

The strength of the two sides has shrunk visibly with the naked eye, and it is only a matter of time before the Valkyrie Legion wins.

As far as the general senses are concerned, Russell's impression of the Valkyrie Legion is that the combat style of cavalry penetrates into the soul, and even if he loses his memory, he cannot violate his instinct.

"Guys who are in the way, I'm not interested in playing an army game with you today." Hela stood on the top of the sharp mountain, and threw several sharp knives with her hands, piercing through the attacking Valkyrie soldiers.

She ignored the Valkyrie Legion who were fighting the enemy bravely, because she was tired of killing, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Russell, crossing her arms across her chest and waved vigorously.

The eighth continent roared and trembled, and countless sharp sword-like peaks broke down into black spots, which were extremely sharp black weapons.

Spears, short swords, giant axes... but the prototypes of all cold weapons that appear in the world can be found here.

Countless weapons shot up into the sky, like soldiers ready to go, arrayed neatly above Hela's head.

Black clouds cover the top and cover the sky!

"You seem to be very powerful, and..."

Hela licked her dry lips, her eyes glowed with excitement: "You are not exiled by Odin, but you can come and go here freely, right?"

"That's right, I can freely enter and exit this dimension, and I can even take you out with me."

Russell raised his hand and summoned a javelin condensed with dark energy, grinning and said: "How about it, kneel before the king, and you can be free!"