Chapter 264 Ymir's Betrayal (Part 1)

Richard returned to the Maiden of Prayer with the newborn Freya.

On the Maiden of Prayer, Diluka was resting. When she saw Freya, she jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on. When she saw Diluka, Freya twisted her body, revealing a beautiful figure. She lifted the hem of her skirt and greeted Diluka: "Hi, Diluka, long time no see."

Freya's movements were obviously very dignified, but Diluka could still feel a very uncomfortable breath, perhaps due to Freya's translucent skirt.

"How could you..." Diluka looked at Freya with an unbelievable expression. How could Freya become like this after not seeing her for a few days.

Diluka initially thought that it was Richard's doing, but the dark energy in Freya's body had a clear mark of Freya's personality, and was completely different from the shadow energy in Richard's body. This was completely the energy generated by Freya herself. Diluka thought of a possibility.

"Sister Freya, have you fallen?"

"Yes, sister Diluka, I'm very happy now!"

Diluka bit her lip, and it was difficult to accept this result. Freya couldn't have fallen for no reason, and Richard must have contributed to this. But looking at Freya's current appearance, she couldn't question Richard. The happiness in Sister Freya's smile was something she had never seen before. Moreover, now that Yggdelsilu's heart is still in the hands of the enemy, Diluka decided to be patient...

"Okay." Richard clapped his hands and called Fina who was listening nearby, "How is Rocky now?"

Fina saluted, "Sir Richard, Rocky is in a very stable mood, and he has now walked out of the shadow of the past."

"Really?"

Fina nodded affirmatively, and Richard smiled and said, "That's good, he still has a big heart."

Facing the upcoming battle, Rocky may play an important role, and the activation of the key may require Rocky's blood. Many literary works that Richard had read before crossing over had "allusions" about how treasures become stronger when stained with blood, and perhaps this is also the case.

Richard shook off the random thoughts in his mind and asked Fina: "Is Primatis here now?"

Fina shook her head: "They are in Valhalla now."

Richard turned to look at Freya: "Freya! Now I give you your first task, gather the necessary forces, and we will go to Valhalla immediately."

After the goddess Freya changed from holy to dark, she did not lose her various abilities and completed the preparations smoothly. What Richard found interesting was that Freya was still the dignified goddess in front of the soldiers, except that her clothes and power were a little wrong. As soon as she returned to Richard's side, she resumed her seductive state.

The Maiden of Prayer flew smoothly to Valhalla, and the temple of Valhalla had been rebuilt at some point. Primatis and Odin were working on the battle plan inside. Richard asked Fina to take care of the goddesses and went into the temple to find them.

The structure of the temple was still the same as before. I don't know what Odin was thinking. The temple had already been lost once, so why was it rebuilt in the original style? Wasn't he afraid of being captured again?

"This is it." Richard looked at the door and pushed it open.

As soon as he entered the house, Richard saw Odin lying on a bench eating food: "Ha! You really have a comfortable life here, I'm not as comfortable as you."

Odin didn't even raise his eyes, and said lazily: "As the supreme god, I naturally have to enjoy the best life."

"My dear." Richard ignored her and walked to Primathis who was drawing a map, "How is the designation going?"

Primathis shook his head with some regret: "I may disappoint you this time. I couldn't make any effective plans. We have too little information about Slud."

"What about her?" Richard pointed at Odin.

"The information provided by Lord Odin is not very detailed, and it is difficult to make inferences."

"Heh." Richard looked at Odin with a smile, "Seeing you so leisurely, I thought you made a great contribution to the future operations, but I didn't expect it to be of no use!"

"Huh!" Odin turned around and turned his head to Richard.

Richard shook his head, patted Primathis's shoulder and said, "Let's go, go out and get some fresh air and change your mind."

"What should we do with these?" Primathis pointed to the documents and maps on the table.

"Just put these here. Since there is no intelligence and no plan can be made, we will just fight when the enemy comes. You go and discuss with other goddesses how to deal with their possible attacks."

"Yes, Lord Richard." Primathis nodded in the direction of Odin to signal Odin what to do.

Richard glanced at her and said, "If she likes to stay here, then let's keep her here."

After Richard and Primatis left, Odin sat up with his eyes cold and penetrating.

"Not enough, not enough..." Odin looked at his hands and sighed, "Freya..."

As an absolute god, Odin controlled everything about the goddess. Freya's transformation naturally could not escape her perception. Odin's heart was now full of hatred, but she had her own plan, and now was not the time.

"Alas, it's so pitiful that I couldn't hold on to the end. Hold on for a while, and when I am resurrected, everything will be relieved..."

Odin put down his hands, and the whole room was filled with murderous aura.

Preparations for war were proceeding in an orderly manner. Fluke restored its former peace, and the chaotic Doomsday Cult was also incorporated. Everything seemed harmonious and peaceful.

But the so-called peace was still broken. In the empty space between Fluke and Greze, Slud's theater landed here. Ymir and his troops hid here quietly, preparing to welcome Slud's arrival.

The theater, which is comparable to a big city, seemed very quiet. The guards above were all the private army of the Demon King. The combat effectiveness of the Demon King's private army is stronger than any other army of the Empire, and they are all selected from the Demon King's troops stationed in various places. These people also became emotionless after joining the private army, just like now, they are firing artillery at their compatriots.

"How rude! Our war is over. We still have to do this."

Ymir hid aside, sighing at the tragic situation here.

Menia smiled: "This is the respect of the private army to His Majesty the Demon King. It is the duty of a minister to level the ground for His Majesty."

"Humph." Ymir snorted coldly, and rarely said directly: "If it was that grandfather who closed this scene, the fireworks produced by the explosion of flesh and blood might applaud and cheer for what he thought was a simple trick, right?"