Chapter 465: The Deviant Goddess of Death
Nordic world.
The war between the Aesir and the Vanir dragged on for a long time, with no sign of ending.
On the one hand, the Aesir were helpless against the Saidian magic of the Vanir. Even though their individual martial virtues were strong, they were unable to cope with the nearly immortal Vanir warriors.
On the other hand, although the Vanir possessed life powers that were close to bugs, as outsiders, they were not fully accepted by the Nordic world will. After years of hard work, the Vanir only established the base of the Said witchcraft in a corner of Vanaheim. Once they left this home ground, the performance of the Said witchcraft would be severely weakened. The Vanir also did not dare to go deep into other countries easily, lest the Aesir, led by Odin, seized the opportunity and defeated them one by one.
Therefore, the two sides, each with their own weaknesses, could not do anything to the other, and could only engage in a protracted tug-of-war on the border between Asgard and Vanaheim.
As the leaders of both parties, Frigga and Odin are both struggling to hold on.
One of them was waiting for the opponent to reveal a flaw, and the Asgardians could not afford the huge consumption of war; the other was waiting for the [Sword of Death] of Aesir to be tempered and unsheathed for testing.
Time flies, and several years have passed in a flash.
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Midgard World, Heather Island.
A petite figure passed through the mist in the dense forest and came to an empty square.
She was a young girl, about 1.5 meters tall.
The unkempt brown-black long hair was casually draped over the shoulders, half covering the childish face, creating a sense of mystery and majesty that was inconsistent with his age; although the facial features on the small face were delicate, the pale and almost sickly skin color made the overall temperament insulated from cuteness, and more inclined to darkness and gloom.
A pair of eyes as dark as the abyss looked around the square, like a lone wolf walking at night examining its hunting grounds.
The cold air that emanated from its tiny body made the nearby snakes, insects, rats and ants tremble as if they had encountered a natural enemy. The world around them was also silent and dead.
When she saw the figure waiting in the center of the square, the coldness on the little girl quickly faded away, and a smile from the heart blossomed on her pale face:
"teacher!"
Luo En looked at the small figure walking towards him, his eyes full of tenderness.
Hela, Odin's eldest daughter, the future goddess of death.
At the same time, these were also students he personally trained.
Due to the protracted war between the Vanir and the Aesir, Odin had no time to take care of other things and naturally could not fulfill his responsibilities as a father.
In addition, in order to maintain confidentiality, Hela's sword can achieve unexpected effects.
Therefore, after the child was born, Odin sent him to the Midgard world to be raised and taught by his blood brother.
So in a sense, he is not only Hela's teacher, but also Hela's half father.
Because he had extensive experience in taking care of children, had a very humane character and was very approachable, he performed these two tasks very well.
This can be seen from Hela's completely different attitude towards outsiders and towards him.
Feeling proud, Luo En asked with a smile:
"Are you ready?"
"Well, I will definitely win this time!"
Hela promised solemnly, her tense little face full of seriousness.
Seeing this, Loen burst out laughing.
Hela's talent was indeed amazing, and her competitive character also made her progress rapidly. But she was still young, far from being able to defeat the examiner.
"It's just an academic test. Just give it your all. There's no need to put too much pressure on yourself."
Lorne said comfortingly and waved back.
Hila nodded without comment, and looked at the figure walking out of the mist, her eyes instantly becoming cold and sharp.
I can lose, but I can't lose to this woman!
Feeling the hostile gaze, Freya showed a playful smile on her face:
“Hello again, little Hela. You better hold out longer this time. Don’t lie down before I finish warming you up.”
"Humph, it's not certain who will lie down!"
Hela responded coldly, drew two daggers from the magic circle, leaped onto the platform, and challenged Freya aggressively.
However, the Valkyrie in the audience was not eager to fight. Instead, she looked at Loen beside her and said with a smile:
"I won't practice with your students unless there's something to gain."
"What do you want to win?"
Loen rolled his eyes at Freya who was raising the price on the spot, but did not directly reject the other party's request.
As the secret weapon created by Odin for the Aesir, Hela will sooner or later go to the battlefield and fight the Vanir.
As a Valkyrie of the Vanir clan, Freya is undoubtedly the best sparring partner.
In order to let Freya serve as Hela's whetstone, Loen didn't mind giving this woman a little sweetness as compensation.
Freya's eyes moved and she smiled and said:
"If I win, you cook tonight, and we'll have dinner together, and then go to the beach?"
"OK."
Lorne nodded and agreed to this not-too-excessive request, not noticing that Hela's face had darkened.
This damn female cat! You just keep pestering the teacher all day long. I will kill you sooner or later!
Hela gritted her teeth and snorted in her heart, looking at Freya with an increasingly unfriendly gaze.
I don’t know if it was intentional or unintentional.
Whenever she wanted to be alone with the teacher, this woman would come up and interfere, and deliberately act close to the teacher in front of her, which made her so angry that her teeth itched and she wanted to cut her into pieces and throw her into the stinky ditch.
Feeling the surging malice and increasingly rapid breathing from the opposite side, the smile on Freya's face became even brighter.
According to her understanding, this was a little girl who looked cold and arrogant on the outside, but was actually very lacking in love on the inside.
Therefore, she is quite eager for someone's attention and has some subtle and complex feelings towards someone.
Coupled with her eccentric temperament and the warlike bloodline of the Aesir, she also developed a strong sense of territory. She instinctively resisted outsiders from approaching her teacher, replacing her position, and stealing her attention.
But the more Hela did this, the more Freya wanted to go clubbing in the minefield.
Because she learned how to mess with people's mentality from some jerk at the scene.
In the war between gods back then, I was defeated miserably and ended up like this because of this.
Although she can't beat the big one, can't she take the opportunity to bully the small one?
Little girl, what your teacher owes me should be paid back first by you as his student.
Freya sneered in her heart, and before going on stage, she did not forget to cast a charming look at Loen beside her.
Seeing this, Hela's face turned blue with anger. She immediately picked up the two daggers in her hands and took the lead in attacking.
Freya looked at the opponent's sword moves that were distorted by anger, and couldn't help but shake her head and sneer.
Still too young...
But just as the Warner Valkyrie was slowly drawing out the sword of victory, a murderous look flashed in Hela's eyes. Her body suddenly accelerated, and two daggers gleaming with cold light slashed at the opponent's wrist and chest respectively.
Whether it's the strength, timing, or angle, it's all just right.
You get angry, but don’t let it affect your judgment?
It's just that he got a bad lesson last time and learned it quickly...
Freya marveled at Hela's fighting talent while sliding forward and narrowly avoiding the sword that was attacking her chest.
At the same time, she turned her wrist, and the Sword of Victory was unsheathed. The golden blade cut the most vulnerable point of the black dagger in Hela's hand.
Thump thump thump!
Accompanied by a sharp sound of metal, Hila's small body retreated three steps before stopping.
And Freya just shook her body slightly:
"Can you do this, little Hela?"
Hearing her opponent’s teasing, Hela shook her sore wrist, feeling quite indignant.
Under the careful instruction of her teacher, she might not lose in terms of swordsmanship alone.
But the opponent has lived longer and has greater divine power than her, so a head-on fight is obviously not in her favor.
Then, attack at a fast pace!
Such an obvious intention naturally could not be hidden from the experienced Valkyrie Freya. She slowly swung her sword to respond, blocking the dagger that was chopping at her time and time again.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Two figures, one big and one small, intersected with each other. The sound of metal clashing, one louder than the other, echoed above the square, dispersing the mist all around and causing dead leaves to fall.
Gradually, Freya, who had been calm and composed, became increasingly solemn.
Because she found that Hela's growth rate was far beyond her expectations, and the tactics that crushed her a few days ago no longer worked.
Even if she changed her tactics, Hela could adapt quickly, gradually find the flaws and counterattack.
For a while, the two sides fought back and forth.
Having successfully stabilized her position, Hela immediately sneered and ridiculed:
"Can you do it? Warner?"
The identical sentence structure fully demonstrates the extremely strong revengeful mentality of a certain goddess of death.
"It's too early for you to feel proud, little brat!" Freya raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly.
A small round shield engraved with patterns appeared in her other hand, cooperating with the sword of victory, one attack and one defense, complementing each other.
At the same time, swan feathers also appeared on her body, greatly improving her movement speed and reaction ability.
As Freya displayed the full form of a Valkyrie, Hela, who had been able to fight back and forth with her, was completely suppressed. She retreated repeatedly and was soon forced to the edge of the field.
Seeing that she was about to be driven off the stage, Hela felt anxious and pulled off her coat with one hand and threw it forward.
Accompanied by the sound of cloth tearing, the outer garment was turned into flying pieces of cloth under the stirring of the sword blade.
My favorite piece of clothing, made for me by my teacher!
Hela was so heartbroken that she was grinding her teeth. At the same time, she took advantage of the opportunity she had gained to launch a counterattack against Freya.
The two short swords shrouded in black air emitted a cold light, like a poisonous dragon spitting out its tongue, stabbing and slashing all the way, biting Freya's throat, eyes, waist, abdomen, knees and other vital parts.
laugh!
Freya held the sword of victory in her hand forward, intending to cut off Hela's attack.
Hila’s eyes were cold, and while she dodged half a body length to the side, she still chose to hold out her two swords.
puff!
The golden sword blade cut through the flesh and pierced into the left shoulder, forming a hideous penetrating wound, and a stream of golden-red divine blood gushed out from it.
But a gray-black deathly aura had already covered the left side of Hela's body, blocking all the pain. Without any pause in her hands, her two swords stabbed towards Freya's chest like two black lightning bolts.
However, this long-prepared killing move was blocked by Freya's raised round shield.
Seeing this, Hela reluctantly raised her swords again.
Freya subconsciously turned the sword of victory in her other hand to block.
“Crack~!”
With a crisp sound, the two black daggers in Hela's hands, which were hit with countless gaps in the fierce battle, broke, and the golden sword of victory chopped towards Hela's head without slowing down.
Seeing that the future goddess of death was about to be killed, a hand stretched out from the side and tightly grasped the blade of the sword of victory.
Drops of golden-red divine blood flowed through her fingers and sprinkled onto Hela's pale face.
Looking at the bloody hand above her head, the little girl's eyes were filled with guilt and self-blame:
"teacher……"
"I'm glad you're okay."
Lorne smiled and touched the dejected little head, the gentleness on his face was like a ray of sunshine shining through the dark clouds.
(End of this chapter)
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