The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Clang!

Lord exhaled a breath, raised his arm and waved the long sword lightly.

On the red scorching blade, the terrifying heat and flames gradually dissipated, and then returned to its previous appearance.

The remaining power of the 'Blade of the Rising Sun' with just one slash left a golden afterglow in the void like the setting sun, and the scorching spiritual pressure contained in it never dissipated for a long time.

But the most shocking thing is.

The red-hot blade obviously didn't touch anything at all, but the huge sword energy it wielded was like the waning moon. After passing through the land of thousands of miles, it burned several stretching mountains in the distance into ashes, and the earth along the way

It was even melted into a piece of magma by the fierce flames.

Unfortunately, the army of hundreds of thousands of undead were instantly destroyed in the flames.

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Brünnhilde was a little horrified in her heart, what a terrifying temperature this was.

The flames are comparable to those on the surface of the sun. Even the God King of Asgard may find it difficult to resist!

Through the high-temperature burning, the distorted and blurred void appeared. When she cast her gaze on the goddess of death, Brünnhilde's heart was filled with turmoil again, and her expression couldn't help but change violently.

I saw that the goddess of death, who was originally queen-like and extremely arrogant, now looked extremely miserable.

The Blade of the Rising Sun, which sealed all the flames into the blade, destroyed the defensive magic she constructed in an instant, and after burning the death cloak with overwhelming force, half of her body was destroyed by the high temperature!

Bang!

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

Hela was lying in the broken and collapsed pit in an extremely embarrassed state. Her tight-fitting black leather armor had long been burned away by the flames, and her body from the waist down was missing. Only her charred upper body was left. Her breath was so weak that she could disappear at any time.

The reason why she is still alive is all thanks to the underworld of Helheim.

If it weren't for the controller of this hell and the endless supply of energy, he would have died by the 'Blade of the Rising Sun' long ago.

Hela, who originally had the support of the underworld of Helheim, was slightly inferior to Lord in terms of hard power, but there was no way she could lose so quickly, let alone lose so miserably. Even if she lost, it could still be delayed.

Go down.

But the problem is...

In order to avenge Asgard, Hela did not hesitate to use the source of death in the underworld of Helheim to cultivate her two 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's hell will.

Therefore, the combination of the above two conditions has resulted in the current situation.

If this brain hadn't had ten pounds of water in it, it would never have been able to do such a thing!

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

But Hela happened to do such a desperate thing. It can only be said that it was absolutely not unfair for her to swallow the bitter pill of defeat.

How to say...

Maybe this is self-inflicted.

Lord landed slowly, looked at Hela with contempt, and said, "You lose, Hela."

"Damn...damn it!"

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

I have to praise Asgard’s tradition here.

I don’t know how the old man Odin was raised. He was obviously a very outstanding politician and an old fox with a kind face and a dark heart, but how did he raise the sons and daughters who all developed in the direction of reckless men?

Needless to say Thor, the God of Thunder, even Loki, a magician, has been affected. He likes to stab people with a dagger when he has magic but doesn't use it. Even Hela is like this now. Is it possible that Asgard has a training class for reckless men?

Not successful?

"Courage is commendable."

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

"

"For the glory of Asgard!"

Hela's fighting spirit was high, her eyes burning with fighting spirit. She supported the ground with one hand to maintain an upright posture, and pointed the broken sword of the night sky at Lord with the other hand. She said word by word: "I, Hela Odinson, with death

In the name of the goddess, I challenge you!"

The calm words were filled with a sense of determination!

Even though she knew she was outmatched, Hela still raised her sword, like a berserker without any scruples, like those heroic spirits who yearn for battle and death, she resolutely chose to continue fighting!

Seeing Hela like this, Brünnhilde suddenly felt a little complicated.

Even if the two sides are hostile, it is inevitable that they will still have a sense of respect for the soldiers who die calmly.

"Spirit King...Sir." Brynhildr sent her voice through spiritual pressure: "Hela is issuing an ancient challenge to you, if...if you are willing to respond.

, you need to state your name and have a sacred duel under the witness of the great god Odin and Gangnir."

"A duel...I see, since this is your choice, then I respect your will." Lord's eyes narrowed slightly and he solemnly said: "Lord Karl, from Midgard.

Spirit King, accept your challenge."

"Midgard...Spirit King?"

Hela was slightly startled at first, and then said in disbelief: "Can a strong person like you be born among those humble and insignificant humans?"

"Who gave you the illusion that no strong person can be born among human beings?" Lord's eyes were slightly closed, and he said with a half-smile: "Do you know that the race that rules the world is exactly this group of 'humble people' in your eyes?

Insignificant human being?"

Humans are insignificant?

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

Among those big guys who spread all over the world, those who easily destroy hundreds of worlds are all pure human beings!

"What do you mean?" Hela frowned slightly, not quite understanding what Lord said.

"Nothing, let's get started."

Lord shook his head, pulled out the blade from his waist, and said calmly: "Since it is a so-called duel, then there must be a suitable place for the duel. I will use this move to show you the greatest respect, Death Goddess Hai

pull."

"Haha...that would be perfect!"

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

"卍...solution!"

Lord's thin lips parted slightly, he held his Zanpakutō upside down and slowly released his hand, and the breath from his soul rippled: "Senbonzakura...King Yan!!!"

"You actually took the initiative to release your weapon?"

Hela frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy, feeling that Lord seemed to be looking down on her.

But what happened next completely changed her view. Her heart even trembled inexplicably, and she had a vague premonition.

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

The ground suddenly looked like water, with ripples appearing one after another, and then the sword blade sank straight into it and disappeared silently.