The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

"Helheim?"

Lord was stunned for a moment and had not yet reacted.

Due to the serious injury, his brain is a little confused now, so he can't remember where Helheim is. It just feels a bit familiar, as if he has heard it somewhere before!

"Helheim, also called Heim the Underworld."

The woman looked at him deeply, and then said slowly: "It seems that you are not an Asgardian, otherwise how could you not know the meaning of Helheim."

Helheim? Helheim underworld!

Lord looked slightly startled, as if a flash of lightning flashed across his confused brain, and he suddenly remembered!

It turns out that this is the underworld of Heim, one of the nine realms in Northern Europe, and the owner of this kingdom of the dead is the famous goddess of death Hela, who was suppressed here by Odin tens of thousands of years ago!

It seems that God is still kind enough to throw him here.

After knowing where he was, Lord was slightly relieved. The underworld of Heim where Hela was located could be said to be the only one that he could barely accept. It was at least much better than the Seven Deadly Sins Demon King and Mephisto.

"Looking at you, you don't seem worried."

The woman's intuition was very keen. She found that Lord seemed to be relieved, and she couldn't help but asked with some confusion: "This is the kingdom of the dead. No one can leave here. Don't you feel sad?"

"Because for me, this is the best situation." Lord recalled the boundless dark void, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and said: "At least you can see living people here, compared to

The place I stayed at was much better."

"I am not a living person."

There was a trace of sadness in the woman's eyes, but it was quickly hidden, and she smiled softly: "A place worse than Helheim, I suddenly started to be a little curious, where did you come from."

"Believe me, you don't want to go." Lord raised the corners of his chapped lips. This is a typical example of someone who has never been beaten by society. He would rather die than go back to that hellish place.

"Okay, that sounds really bad."

The woman seemed to understand and nodded. She did not ask any more questions. She stared at Lord with her big dark eyes and asked, "I think you need help. If you continue to stay in this place, you will be good at it."

Turned into the excrement of the underworld beast.”

"Thank you very much. I just need help." Lord didn't refuse. Firstly, he was too injured to move. Secondly, it was really unsafe here. It was better to follow this woman than to freeze here.

"You're welcome."

The woman bent down and picked up Lord with one hand, then put him on her shoulder as if he were cargo.

Lord: "..."

This feeling of being carried by someone seems a bit strange.

But when I think about it carefully, I am a wounded person now, and I have no right to demand so much from others, so I can only endure it for the time being.

The woman was dragging a gigantic horned beast weighing thousands of kilograms with one hand, and dragging Lord on her shoulder with the other hand. Then she walked in one direction in the snowstorm with two long, round legs.

In the wind, snow, ice and fog.

The two traveled dozens of kilometers and finally came to a cave under a cliff.

The cave is very deep, with bones of various beasts scattered inside, and thick velvet animal skins spread on the stone bed, giving people a wonderful feeling of living in prehistoric times. Obviously this is her residence!

The woman placed Lord on the stone bed and turned to deal with the huge horned beast.

Lord observed carefully and found that the woman's swordsmanship was quite good. In just a few breaths, she was able to cut into pieces the thousand-pound giant horned beast, leaving only a solitary skeleton.

Moreover, the silver sword used by the woman is absolutely extraordinary.

The complex pattern carvings on the sword body, as well as the image of the sword with unfolded wings, paired with the sharp silver blade, give off a gorgeous atmosphere as a whole, and there are also faint fluctuations of magic power. It seems that it should have been created by a certain god of craftsmanship.

It's the hands.

"What are you looking at?" The woman noticed Lord's gaze and frowned slightly.

"Your sword should be a divine weapon, right?" Lord asked with a smile.

"I don't know, I picked them up." The woman had no expression on her face. She bowed and picked up the dead branches and piled them together, then slowly started a fire.

Lord didn't try to expose such a lame excuse, he just said, "You saved my life, tell me your name?"

"My name..."

The woman stopped lighting the fire, her long eyelashes fluttered, and an inexplicable look flashed through her dark eyes, and she said: "Brünnhilde, this is my name. Lost person, what is your name?"

Brünnhilde?

Lord's mouth twitched slightly, and he guessed it right!

In this poor place in the underworld of Helm, there is only one possibility for a woman who can wear a broken armor full of sword marks and a gorgeous artifact, no matter how you think about it, that is the legendary Valkyrie, a force under Odin.

The Legion of Heroic Spirits with great achievements in battle!

According to legend, the Valkyrie is a female warrior who swore to serve the gods. They are all brave and adept at fighting and have the courage to fight. They ride on white Pegasus, wear silver armor, and cut through the night sky with long swords in their hands. They are as mysterious and beautiful as the Northern Lights.

When the Valkyries arrive on the battlefield, they will bring victory to Asgard.

And it is said that every Norwegian has fantasized about Valkyrie as their dream lover.

"Do you know me?" After seeing no response for a long time, Brünnhilde turned around and asked.

"I just heard about it..."

Lord shook his head quickly and said, "You can call me Lord."

In view of the fact that Odin used the life of the Valkyrie to fill up Hela in the history of Marvel, it is best not to admit it, otherwise he cannot guarantee whether this beautiful Valkyrie will give him anything after knowing about it.

A sword shot to the head.

"Lodour? Lodour?"

Hearing this, Brünnhilde looked slightly startled, with a hint of surprise on her beautiful face, and said half-surprised and half-wary: "Are you the legendary...'Lord the Tempter'?"

"…obviously not."

Lord was slightly speechless, but he had long expected this day, and explained: "I have nothing to do with that Nordic god, it's just the same name."

"It makes sense. If it is really Him, how could he be reduced to asking me to save him." Brynhildr nodded thoughtfully and inadvertently stabbed someone in the heart without knowing it.

Keep lighting the fire.

A flame rose, bringing warmth and light to the cold cave.

Brünnhilde skewered a piece of meat with a sword and roasted it slowly on the fire.

Zila Zila...

The meat is roasted until it is sizzling with oil, exuding a burst of aroma.

With the light from the fire, Brunhil's eyes were illuminated by the firelight, revealing a trace of imperceptible sadness, as if he was recalling some unbearable memory.

"Where are the others?"

Lord suddenly asked: "There should be many Valkyries, right?"

"They're all dead."

Brünnhilde paused, and after a long silence, she said in a terrifyingly calm tone: "The Valkyrie Legion... I am the only one left now, and their souls cannot even rest in peace.

Became the puppet of the goddess of death."