You and me under the world tree

She raised her head and stared at him, at the man who looked like a dark vortex, but also exuded tenderness.

In her eyes, that darkness didn't seem to cause fear.

It's a kind of... a gentle feeling that is almost contained.

Chapter 39: Why are you yelling so loudly!

Hodder actually did not understand the so-called 'demon'.

Although he has read similar books, and in modern fiction, demons are also an enduring element of use.

But because he has already been in contact with "Nine Realms" and further in contact with the real "mythical world" including Midgard, he has long understood that pure words cannot be directly applied to the characters with the same name.

Moreover, it should not form a stereotyped impression.

Therefore, he will not make any judgments based on the works he has come into contact with and the legendary devil images.

Here, the only reference is actually one of Dietrich's mothers: the demon Mehmet.

Although there is only one reference, and he has only met her once.

However, from Mehmet's body, Hodder can still observe a trace of character.

To put it simply, it is to do whatever you want, and this kind of arbitrariness can be said to have no bottom line-at least in the eyes of human beings.

But he didn't want to accuse those demons here, because in fact, for him, the so-called accusations were useless.

Human moral concepts and some default rules only apply to human beings after all.

And those powerful beings who never take human beings seriously never care about these things—for example, the aloof Asa Protoss is like this.

Moreover, demons have a little in common with so-called gods in some respects.

It has nothing to do with blood, nothing to do with birth, just the kind of sadism that is close to selfishness.

Thinking of this, Hodder couldn't help wrapping his arms around his chest.

He folded his arms across his chest like this, and took a deep breath.

"call……"

Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm like you in a way."

He said.

"When you witness the doom of others, you will feel refreshed because of the vengeance in your heart... In fact, I am the same. I especially like to see the horrified expressions of those who were once high and low when they are dragged off the altar. Seeing their mutilated bodies gave me an extraordinary sense of comfort ... even excitement."

"..."

At this moment, Dietrich didn't respond much.

For a moment, she just froze in place, she even forgot to look away, just continued to stare at Hodder's eyes and that plain face that seemed never to change.

"Is it strange?"

"..."

"Is it strange that a person like me likes to hide behind his back and calculate others, but also has a sadistic heart in his heart?"

"..."

"Actually, I think my face should have some characteristics to some extent."

Yes, a face that has gone through decades without change.

To the people of Midgard, this is the best identifying characteristic.

Because the longest life span of human beings is no more than a hundred years, and the residents of Midgard generally live around sixty or seventy years.

For them, the age of 30 and 40 is the peak period of physical fitness, and the age of [-] is the peak of experience.

If you are a soldier, although your physical fitness has declined at the age of 40, it has not yet hit the bottom. Combined with rich combat experience, this is the age that an excellent soldier should have.

But no matter what, the race of 'humans' does not exist that can still maintain a youthful appearance after six or seventy years old.

Even wizards are the same...

Although wizards can extend their lifespan through magic, there is a limit to this method of extension.

Dietrich naturally understood this, so when Hodder mentioned this again, she naturally thought of another layer of his identity: mixed blood.

In this world, there are many races with long lifespans.

Dwarves, elves, gods, giants...

Well, as far as intelligent creatures are concerned, races other than humans have a long lifespan, and giants and gods have even reached a level of near immortality.

"Generally speaking, most people will think you are..."

"Children of giants... right?"

"Yes."

Unknowingly, Dietrich was directly drawn into Hodder's dialogue.

While she was thinking, she wanted to organize her sentences, but she was always interrupted by the man in front of her.

"In this world, the giants in Jotunheim may be the only ones who can fight against the guts and the gods, and don't take the gods seriously... But in fact, that's not the case."

Immediately afterwards, Howard took a deep breath.

It was true that he wanted to comfort the girl in front of him, but some words were actually hard for him to say.

It's not that he is ashamed, but because after mentioning this point, the figure of the day after that will always appear in his mind.

Should it be said that she is the goddess of the sky and the earth, the noble woman with the most maternal temperament in the world?

Whenever things related to blood and family were mentioned, Hodder would inevitably think of that woman.

Then, he clenched his fists.

"I don't know who my parents are, but during the long battle, I realized that, to some extent, I am the same as the Volsungers."

In this way, everything can be explained.

Why does the man in front of him say that he has a lingering sense of bloodlust and sadism in his heart.

Because the so-called blood of God is like this.

Impulsive and irritable, easily high-pitched emotions.

Pain and bleeding do not make them cry, they may even laugh out loud.

This is the blood of the mad god of war.

But even so...

"This is different." She said in a low voice, "The so-called God of War bloodlines, God of War in the world are just..."

It's just a bloodline suitable for fighting.

Dietrich naturally wanted to say that, because of course she knew about it.

In the past, the Volsung family was the chief culprit who drove Goth to a desperate situation, and although they disappeared at that time, as the heir of Goth, she would naturally pay attention to it.

So she knew that this bloodline hadn't reached the point where it would affect her personal cognition.

Even with the urge and tendency to commit violence, the impact on daily life is not too great.

This can even be compared to Siegfried.

According to the man, the young Lord of Hosts had lofty ideals.

However, I am different.

She knows who she really is.

It was all right before, because she had been thinking of the interests of the Gothic kingdom long ago.

But after losing this goal, she gradually realized the monster deep in her heart.

It's getting closer and closer to her...

"You at least still..."

"So what's the difference!"

Finally, Dietrich's thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

Because at this moment, Hodder suddenly raised his voice.

The sound even made her ears hurt, so she couldn't help closing her eyes.

It was not until a while later that she touched her ears.

"Keep your voice down..." she whispered.

After a while, she pursed her lips.

His white teeth bit his red lips.

"Sorry……"

Suddenly she realized something.

What Hodder was talking about was never a matter of blood, but endurance and that disgusting mentality.

The Volsung family has been passed down to the present and there are records of running wild, so what about the man in front of him?

"When the anger hits, it's almost suffocating, it's like a tsunami, and it sucks me in in an instant."

Chapter 40: Goals of Effort

In the end, Dietrich did not continue to depreciate and loathe herself, nor did she refute anything.

At this moment, she just looked around.

It seems that at this moment, this dark alley seems so charming under the sunshine.

But in fact, this is nothing more than self-deception.

She tried to find something to distract herself, but her consciousness was involuntarily attracted by what the man in front of her said.

Also because of this reason, her thoughts began to diverge involuntarily.

She did understand one thing wrong before...

At first, it seemed to her that Hodder was comparing the impulsive 'blood of war god' derived from the Aesir, which draws strength from anger, to the blood of demons flowing in her body.

But in fact it is not the case.

In fact, for mortals, whether it is the power of demons outside the Nine Realms or the power of gods, although there are differences between the two, the effects are the same.

"The excitement experienced when killing is addictive. If it is not controlled, it will torture people's reason anytime and anywhere. While making people violent, it will also make people want to use violence to solve everything. things."

For this point, I am afraid that no one is more aware of its consequences and performance than Hodder.

Although to a certain extent, this is not all his own feelings, but after all, he has accompanied the Volsung family to the top.

Among the Volsunger clan, there happened to be one person who could explain what a berserker was by his own actions.

Simfi Otley Zigmundsen

As the child born of Siegmund and his sister Zigny, he seemed to have an atavism phenomenon, and he was simply a born berserker.

When he was a child, he didn't know what tears were, and even the deepest physical pain only made him laugh.

However, these are not the point, what is important is that he has always tended to use violence to solve all problems.

I feel uncomfortable in my heart, just kill it.

If the person in front of him offends him, just kill him.

It was as if he had raised a monster in his heart, so even though he had been in the army all the time, he didn't get any friends in that place where brotherhood was easy to breed.

Because sometimes, inadvertently trivial things may arouse his anger, and what follows is a lingering physical conflict.

After all, Simfi Otley is Siegmund's child. For him, it is commonplace for him to use high-pitched anger to stimulate his physical potential.

Although someone stopped it in time, it is inevitable that there will be internal fighting and even serious injuries to comrades-in-arms.

Over time, he himself gave up thinking.