A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

"Helheim?"

Lord was taken aback for a moment, but hadn't reacted yet.

Due to the serious injury, his brain is a bit confused now, so he can't remember where this Helheim is, but it seems a bit familiar, as if he has heard it somewhere before!

"Helheim, also known as Helheim Underworld."

The woman gave him a deep look, and then slowly said: "It seems that you are not from Asgardian, otherwise how could you not know what Helheim represents."

Helheim?Haim Underworld!

Lord's expression was slightly startled, as if a bolt of lightning flashed through his chaotic brain, he remembered it instantly!

It turns out that this is Heim Netherland, one of the nine realms of northern Europe, and the ruler of this kingdom of the dead is the famous goddess of death, Hela, who was suppressed 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 a little relieved. Helm's Underworld where Hela was located could be said to be the only one, and he could barely accept the result, at least much better than the Demon King of Seven Deadly Sins and Mephisto.

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

The woman's intuition is very keen, and she found that Lord seemed to be relieved, so she couldn't help asking with some doubts: "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, with a bitter smile on his face, and said: "At least you can see living people here, compared to Where I was before was much better."

"I'm not alive."

There was a hint of sadness in the woman's eyes, but it was quickly hidden, and she smiled lightly: "It can be worse than Helheim, I suddenly became a little curious, where did you come from."

"Trust me, you won't want to go." Lord pulled up the corners of his chapped lips. This is typical of people who have never been beaten by society. He would rather die than go back to that ghostly place.

"Well, that sounds really bad."

The woman nodded half-understood, she didn't continue to ask any further questions, she stared at Lord with big dark eyes, and asked: "I think you should need help, if you continue to stay in this kind of place, you will soon Become the feces of ghost beasts."

"Thank you very much, I just need help." Lord did not refuse. Firstly, he was too injured to move, and secondly, it was really not safe here. It was better to follow this woman than to be frozen here.

"you are welcome."

The woman bent down to pick up Lord with one hand, and then held him on her shoulders like a cargo.

Lord: "..."

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

But after thinking about it carefully, I am now a wounded person, and I am not qualified to ask so much from others, so I can only endure it temporarily.

The woman dragged the horned monster weighing thousands of kilograms with one hand, and dragged Lord on her shoulders with the other, and then walked in one direction in the snowstorm with two round and long legs.

In the snowstorm and ice fog.

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

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

The woman put Lord on the stone bed and turned to deal with the huge bullhorn.

Lord took a closer look and found that the woman's swordsmanship was quite good, but within a few breaths, she sliced ​​the huge horned beast that weighed [-] jin, leaving only a solitary skeleton.

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

The intricate pattern carvings on the sword body, as well as the image of the sword frame with wings spread out, paired with the sharp silver blade, exudes a gorgeous atmosphere as a whole, and there are faint fluctuations of magic power. Hands are.

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

"Your sword should be an artifact, right?" Lord asked with a smile.

"I don't know, I picked it up." With a blank expression on her face, the woman bowed and picked up dead branches and piled them together, and then slowly lit a fire.

For such a lame reason, Lord did not try to break it down, but just said, "You saved my life, tell me your name?"

"my name......"

The woman stopped lighting the fire, her long eyelashes moved, her dark eyes flashed an inexplicable look, and she said, "Brünnhilde, this is my name, lost person, what's your name?"

Brunhild?

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

In this broken place of Helm's Underworld, there is only one possibility for a woman who can wear a broken battle armor full of sword marks and a gorgeous artifact, no matter how you think about it, that is the legendary Valkyrie, a team belonging to Odin. The Heroic Spirit Legion with great military exploits!

Rumor has it that the Valkyries swear to serve the gods, all of them are brave and brave. They ride white Pegasus horses and wear silver armor, and cut through the night sky with their long swords. They are as mysterious and beautiful as the Northern Lights.

When the Valkyries descend upon the battlefield, they will bring victory to Asgard.

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

"You know me?" Seeing that there was no response for a long time, Brunhild turned around and asked.

"Just heard about...."

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

In view of the fact that in the history of Marvel, Odin used the Valkyrie's life to fill Hella's behavior, so it's better not to admit it, otherwise he can't guarantee whether this beautiful Valkyrie will give him back after knowing it. A sword came up to the head.

"Lodour? Lodour?"

Hearing this, Brunhilde was slightly startled, and there was a trace of surprise on his beautiful face, and he said half surprised and half vigilant: "You are the legendary...'Lord the Tempter'?"

"...clearly not."

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

"It makes sense. If it's really him, how could he be reduced to let me save it." Brunhilde nodded thoughtfully, and inadvertently stabbed a knife in someone's heart, but he didn't know it Keep lighting the fire.

A cluster of flames rises, bringing warmth and light to the cold cave.

Brunhilde skewered a piece of meat with his sword and slowly roasted it over the fire.

Zilazila...

The pieces of meat are roasted so oily, emitting bursts of aroma.

Borrowing the light from the fire, under the light of the fire, Brunhir's eyes revealed a trace of imperceptible sadness, as if recalling a certain unbearable memory.

"What about the rest?"

Lord suddenly asked: "Valkyrie, there should be many?"

"All dead."

Brunhilde froze for a while, and after a long silence, he said in a terrifyingly calm tone: "The Valkyrie Legion... I am the only one left now, and they can't even rest their souls. Become a puppet of the Goddess of Death."