The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

There is no greater sadness than heartbreak, which refers to this kind of mood.

Partners who had grown up and fought together for thousands of years, under the command of the great god Odin, launched a charge against the rebellious goddess of death, Hela. In the end, no one in the entire legion survived, and she and herself fell into this kingdom of the dead.

I thought I could rest in peace, but the result was heartbreaking.

They dedicated their lives to the gods in exchange for supreme glory and fought on the battlefield, just to go to the Hall of Valor after death.

But the fact is...

They died fighting for Asgard, but instead of being taken to the Hall of Valor, they were thrown into Helheim.

Except for her, the souls of the twenty-six Valkyries fell into the hands of the death goddess Hela. They could not find rest even after death, and suffered eternal torture and abuse!

This is the saddest memory hidden deep in Brünnhilde's heart!

She hates Hela, and even more hates Odin's ruthlessness, abandoning the Valkyrie as a prop!

"The meat is burnt."

A voice interrupted his thoughts.

When Brünnhilde came back to her senses, she found that the pieces of meat on the sword had been burnt black.

Brünnhilde sighed softly, threw away the charred meat, skewered another piece and roasted it on the fire, and said to Lord: "Recover your wounds and leave as soon as possible. Helheim is not a good place.

, if you are discovered by Hela, you will never be able to leave here again."

Lord raised his eyebrows slightly: "What do you mean, you can't leave here?"

"I'm already dead."

Brünnhilde's eyes darkened and she laughed at herself: "If a dead person doesn't stay in the underworld, where can she go?"

Why did she never want to leave?

But the souls of the dead are bound by the rules of the underworld in Helheim and can only stay here to suffer forever!

"You saved my life, I can grant you a wish." Lord raised a smile on his lips and said, "What if I told you, I can take you out of here?"

Brünnhilde's delicate body trembled slightly, the light in her eyes flashed away, she sighed quietly and said: "You should take care of yourself first and take me away from Helheim. Unless you can defeat Hela, the goddess of death,

Otherwise, it’s better not to say such big words.”

The entire Helheim is under the control of Hela, the goddess of death.

No one can take away any soul from under her nose, not even the great god Odin, let alone a person who is seriously injured and about to die?

"Don't refuse in a hurry~"

Lord couldn't help but smile and said: "People always have to have dreams. What if I can really do it?"

"If nothing else, you have no idea how terrifying Hela is!" Brynhildr glanced at him angrily.

Although she said she didn't believe it, there was still a glimmer of hope in her heart. Even though it was so slim, she couldn't help but fantasize.

Lord laughed, squinted his eyes and asked, "I said it was just in case, but what can I do if I think about it?"

"If...if you can really take me away." Brynhildr looked hesitant.

Thinking that it was all a dream anyway, her heart suddenly became free and easy. Brünnhilde smiled and said: "I am willing to swear to serve you with my life and be your only... Valkyrie."

Lord showed a meaningful look and said: "Then it's settled, my Valkyrie...Brünnhilde."

"It seems that I am really crazy to believe your lies." Brünnhilde shook her head in amusement, then ignored Lord and concentrated on grilling the meat on her hands. This piece of meat must not be eaten.

No more burnt.

Soon, the meat was roasted.

The fragrant barbecue is steaming hot and covered in fragrant gravy, making people want to take a bite.

Brünnhilde turned around and asked: "You are injured, do you want a piece?"

Lord took the barbecue and asked with some surprise: "Isn't this hell? The dead souls probably don't need to eat."

"Of course."

Brünnhilde explained: "If you stay in Helheim for a long time without energy replenishment, you will soon become a wandering soul that has lost your reason and self-awareness."

There was a clear understanding in Lord's eyes. Helheim had very few souls and was not enough to supply the needs of these souls, so he hunted other creatures to supplement his own situation.

After drinking and eating, Brünnhilde hugged her sword, curled up and fell asleep by the fire. Lord, as the wounded man, naturally occupied the stone bed covered with animal skins.

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Helheim is shrouded in ice and snow all year round, and there is no distinction between day and night. Therefore, if you want to judge the time, you can only rely on your body sense and intuition.

During these two days of rest, Lord also discovered something.

That is, the spirit sons in Helheim are extremely rare, and the concentration is not even one-tenth of that in the current world!

Such a rare concentration of spiritual energy directly led to the slow recovery of his injuries. Until now, his spiritual pressure has only recovered less than one-fifth, and he is still far away from the peak.

It's simply outrageous...

He has never seen such a shabby hell, and the concentration of spiritual beings is not even as good as in the real world. I really don’t know how Hela did it!

Brünnhilde said hello: "I'm going out hunting, you should be careful by yourself."

The last animal meat had been divided between the two of them, leaving a pile of white bones, which was originally enough for her to eat for a week, but Lord had a bigger appetite and ate more than her every meal, in just two or two days.

It was all used up, so Brünnhilde had no choice but to go hunting.

After that, Brünnhilde walked out of the cave and disappeared into the snowstorm.

"Eh......"

Lorde sighed silently.

At this rate of progress, it is estimated that it will take at least half a month for him to fully recover to his peak condition.

It's boring to be alone anyway, so I just went to collect the rewards from the village.

If that bastard Randekir hadn't intervened midway, he would have already received the reward by now, so there was no need to wait until now.

Lord took a rough inventory.

Considering that he has not repaired the damaged city, plus the souls he has accumulated before, he currently holds a total of thirty-five high-quality souls, which can be said to be the largest sum of money ever!

The upper prize pool is to draw ten souls ten times, so he can draw thirty times in total!

Thirty times!

And it’s a top-notch prize pool. What’s the concept?

Just thinking about it, Lord couldn't hold back his excitement: "Dog system, lottery!"

【Ding~】

[Do you want to consume 30*high-quality souls to draw a lottery?]

Lord rubbed his hands, took a deep breath, and said, "Sure, I want to draw the prize!"

Phew~

First, a white mist suddenly floated up, and then the Lingwang Palace appeared in front of him.

A brown-haired man wearing black-rimmed glasses with an elegant and easy-going temperament walked slowly over, with a gentle smile on his lips and eyes that seemed to penetrate people's hearts.

Lord was slightly shocked as he recognized this man at a glance.

Aizen Sosuke!

A well-known poser and hair sprayer in the second dimension.

He can't help but have the wisdom to fool everyone in the palm of his hand. Even in terms of strength, he is impeccable. All the skills of the God of Death are at the top, and even the ultimate boss with full scientific research technology!

did not expect......

The person stationed in the top prize pool is actually this guy!