Type-Moon, I heard that after death, you can ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

The youngest goddess of death, Hela, was exiled to Helheim since childhood, where she lived with the eternal night, cold and death.

丮 Before the establishment of Asgard, Loki actually had a blood alliance with the god king Odin and declared an oath that they would help each other like family members and never hurt each other. If one of them was hurt, the other would avenge him!

Looking at the legends of the entire Norse mythology, it is obvious that Ragnarok was pushed by Loki.

And his children played a crucial role in it.

The God-killing Wolf devoured the Norse god king Odin.

Jörmungandr killed Thor, the god of thunder.

Hela, the goddess of death, came with a large army of wise nine-world creatures, bringing death and suffering to the gods.

As a traverser, Nuoyan naturally knew these myths and legends.

And at this moment, he was standing in front of this bottomless deep sea.

He looked up and looked at the terrifying monster that all the gods feared.

The dark sea was raising huge waves. A giant snake with pale eyes and scarlet eyes poked its head out of the deep sea because it smelled the scent of Loki, the Father God.

And that was just a part of the body, which was already shocking. It was taller than the mountains and deeper than the bottomless abyss, wrapping the whole world.

At this moment, it lowered its head slightly and looked at the tiny human who was looking directly at it.

As for Loki, he turned around and ran away without hesitation the moment Jörmungandr appeared.

Because in fact, whether it was Jörmungandr, the God-killing Wolf or the Goddess of Death Hela, they did not have the slightest respect for their Father God.

The difficulties they suffered and the huge hatred they accumulated towards Asgard were directly related to Loki.

When Jörmungandr appeared and lowered his head to look at Nuoyan, a feeling of suffocation immediately came to Nuoyan.

He couldn't help but quickly take out a golden apple and eat it, so that he could recover a little.

The breath brought by the breeze was the poisonous gas of Jörmungandr himself, which was enough to kill the gods, and it also carried the rotten smell of the bottomless sea that seemed to make the world decay.

Ah, this is Jörmungandr... I always feel that it is worth dying to see such a legendary creature!

Oh, no, I can't die for the time being, I haven't solved the mess of Sigurd and Brunhilde yet.

With this thought, Nuoyan ate two more golden apples.

The rich breath of life and youth dispelled the death brought by the breeze... Of course, this is also because Jörmungandr didn't care about the tiny Nuoyan in front of him.

Otherwise, it would spit out venom, and Nuoyan, who had almost no ability to protect himself in front of it, would not be able to save himself no matter how many golden apples he ate.

Just a glance, Jörmungandr no longer paid attention to Nuoyan.

It raised its head high, flicked its tongue, and looked around with its scarlet eyes, searching for Loki who was hiding nearby.

It appeared for only one purpose, which was to swallow Loki, its father god!

"Jörmungandr... Jörmungandr, the giant serpent of the world!"

Nuoyan summoned his voice and called Jörmungandr a few times, but it was ineffective.

Seeing that it simply ignored him, Nuoyan was too lazy to call it again. He sat on the higher shore beside him, looking at the Jörmungandr who still left a deep mark in all myths and legends.

Nuoyan raised the corner of his mouth and took out the canvas made of the leaves of the world tree and the cyan paintbrush made of the branches of the world tree.

When the paintbrush stuck to the canvas, the color that Nuoyan needed in his mind emerged.

And at the moment when Nuoyan put down the paintbrush, the surging waves that seemed to swallow the world and the poisonous gas of death had nothing to do with Nuoyan anymore.

At this moment, only Jörmungandr's figure remained in his eyes.

Jörmungandr, who had ignored Nuoyan and was looking for Loki, also turned back at this moment and cast his eyes on Nuoyan.

Because at this moment, it sensed Nuoyan's peeping.

What surprised it was that it did not feel fear, panic or disgust from it, but felt a kind of kindness that it had almost forgotten.

And that was the "inspiration" that had not appeared for a long time.

Nuoyan was not surprised by this.

A wolf, a snake and a tree, these were what Nuoyan said to the goddess of fate shortly after he came here, what he wanted to draw.

At that time, Nuoyan actually understood that when he sketched them, this rare "inspiration" would come.

So, Jörmungandr's body around the world appeared in Nuoyan's eyes.

Not only that, as if crossing the long river of time, Nuoyan saw everything about Jörmungandr.

When he forgot the time and place and immersed himself in the painting.

At this moment, Nuoyan wandered to the time when Jörmungandr was born.

He saw the God-killing Wolf when he was young, and also saw the quiet goddess of death - Hela.

At the moment he saw the young goddess Hela, Nuoyan couldn't help but feel two completely different emotions of amazement and astonishment.

Although Nuoyan had seen countless goddesses, he was still amazed when he saw the face of the goddess Hela.

The snow-white long hair, the enchanting red eyes, and the dark god clothes outlined the cold breath of death.

As for the astonishment, it was the decay and hideousness of the other half in the legend.

This is Hela, the goddess of death, who is a god on one side and a demon on the other.

Just when Nuoyan couldn't help but look at her for a few moments, something that really shocked Nuoyan happened.

The sister who existed only in Jörmungandr's memory suddenly raised her head.

The enchanting red eyes stared at Nuoyan.

Then, her lips moved slightly, and the voice sounded like the sound of a gentle goddess mixed with the harsh roar of the undead.

"Who... are you?"

She looked at Nuoyan indifferently and asked.

Chapter 224 I'm just a painter passing by!

"As for me, I'm actually... a painter passing by!"

Looking at the goddess of death Hela who was clearly in Jörmungandr's 'memory', it seemed that she had directly crossed time and looked at her.

Nuoyan smiled after a brief thought.

Although Nuoyan was surprised for a moment about being discovered by Hela, he quickly accepted it.

Because in this world called ‘Type-Moon’, the race of gods is extremely special and the authority they hold is extremely terrifying.

Although Hela, the goddess of death, is not one of the twelve main gods in Norse mythology, she is the main force in the future Ragnarok and one of the culprits who destroyed the Kingdom of Asgard, so her divinity and the authority she controls are naturally not ordinary.

For Nuoyan’s answer, Hela, who was beautiful and terrifying, and two completely different elements appeared on the same body, stared at Nuoyan in silence for a while.

“So, you are painting for Jörmungandr?” Hela spoke again, and the voice sounded like the pure sound of a fairy, and it was like the whisper of an evil spirit.

“Yeah.” Nuoyan nodded.

“What is your purpose?”

“Well… probably, to paint a picture?”

Nuoyan tilted his head and replied to Hela again, and the response he got was Hela’s indifferent and cold gaze.

Seeing this, Nuoyan laughed.

Nuoyan remained calm despite the gaze of the goddess of death, which seemed to drag his soul into the abyss of eternal night. He even smiled and sat down beside Hela.

After all, the underworld was the same place, so being dragged down was nothing.

"I know what you are thinking, and admittedly, I do have the breath of the god king Odin on me, and I think... my relationship with him is not too bad at the moment."

Although he was tricked by Odin and arranged a script.

But in this matter, there is actually the shadow of the goddess of wisdom, so Nuoyan is not particularly resistant.

"But at this moment, I really just came here to draw a picture for Jörmungandr."

"And not only him, your brother, the demon wolf Fenrir who devoured the world, and even you at this moment..."

As he said this, Nuoyan tilted his head, and his clear green eyes looked at her as if there was no impurity, and said: "I am very interested!"

The two looked at each other, and Hela looked at Nuoyan whose eyes seemed to be bright, and couldn't help but fall silent again.

"Aren't you afraid of us?" Hela asked calmly again.

But this time, her voice was more complicated than the questioning and indifference at the beginning.

Because in fact, since the birth of the three siblings, they have never felt a trace of kindness in this world.

Since birth, they have been abandoned by their father Loki.

The gods are afraid of their strength and call the power they hold evil power.

Therefore, except for Fenrir, who looks better in appearance, who was left in Asgard, the growing Jörmungandr was thrown into the bottomless deep sea, and Hela was sent to the freezing cold world, where there is no living creature, only Helheim with eternal night and the dead.

And Fenrir was later deceived by the trusted god of war Tyr and bound by iron chains.

For this world and the gods, they only have anger and hatred.

When Nuoyan heard this, he was about to answer.

But he saw in this memory that the pale Jörmungandr, emitting the poisonous gas of all the gods, stood up straight and looked at him with his eyes.

The lying God-killing Wolf Fenrir also stood up and looked at him fiercely.

And Hela, who asked this question, once again showed her most "true self", showing her decayed, rotten and hideous other half of her body like a demon in front of Nuoyan.

But even so, Nuoyan's eyes still did not show any fear.

He was even more excited...

In a sense, this actually aroused Nuoyan's desire to draw them...

So Nuoyan's answer was not important, after all, his eyes at this time had already given a reply on his behalf.

"... If you have the courage to come to Helheim, in front of me."

Then the decayed side disappeared, and the Hela that appeared in front of Nuoyan at this time was the white-haired and red-eyed side, which was no less beautiful than the one with the title of the most beautiful goddess.

"Then I will give you the honor of painting me."

After saying this lightly, Hela disappeared in front of Nuoyan.

Not only did she disappear, but the feeling of spying on everything because of "painting" also dissipated. Nuoyan, who came to his senses, returned to the bottomless sea at this moment.

In the dim world, Nuoyan, who was sitting high above the bottomless sea, actually stopped writing at this moment, because his painting was already mostly completed.

In the painting, there is a deep sea with no end in sight.

In the sea, the giant snake raised its head, spitting out its tongue, and its scarlet eyes looked at the highest point of the world tree, the dazzling kingdom of Asgard.

And the huge body in the painting surrounds the entire world, perfectly reflecting the horror and power of Jörmungandr.

Just as Nuoyan came back to his senses, he looked at the painting in front of him.

He nodded gently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart, thinking that he was worthy of him. No matter how he painted, it was so beautiful, and he was proud of it.

Beside him, he was also looking at the painting, and nodded with satisfaction.

He even hummed coolly.

But he was too big, and the humming of Qingyan was like thunder, which made Nuoyan feel that his ears were buzzing instantly.

He covered his ears and subconsciously tilted his head to look.

Nuoyan saw the head of Jörmungandr next to him, who had come over at some point.

The two looked at each other and even blinked at each other...

Then Nuoyan subconsciously moved aside.

As soon as he moved his body, he found that Jörmungandr's eyes showed dissatisfaction.

"Well, I don't dislike you... Well, I still dislike you a little."

Nuoyan spread his hands and said to Jörmungandr helplessly: "You are too poisonous. If you come closer, I guess I will go to see your sister now."

Jörmungandr blinked and looked at Nuoyan, who was as weak as an ant on the roadside, with obvious dislike on his face.