Dark Shadow Shrine

The horizon is full of illusion and trance, and stars are flying at the edge of the horizon.

Everything in the universe seems to be falling.

The stars are disintegrating and the universe is shrinking!

The World Tree tries its best to hold on, but no matter how strong the support is, there will still be an end.

The feeling was extremely fuzzy, and even my thinking seemed to be a bit stagnant.

Raven was no stranger to this feeling of having his divine power degraded again. Just like the last time he sneaked into the world of Mulhorad alone for the sake of Ultron's future. In a sense, this is just another retread.

Unlike last time, this time Raven could hide himself as much as he wanted.

This time, Raven was truly deep into the enemy's position.

Raven knew that World Tree would not give him an easy life. The worst-case scenario is that as soon as he regains consciousness, he will be surrounded by two powerful enemies, Zeus and Odin.

Unexpectedly, the World Tree did not teleport him directly to a certain point.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that he was in mid-air with wind and snow drifting. As far as the eye can see, the sky is gloomy, and below is an endless coniferous forest. Seen from the air, the lifeless forest land is filled with the dazzling white of snow, except for the dark green of the trees.

If paired with some beautiful music, it will be a silver-clad world with a Christmas atmosphere.

He's not a mortal, so flying into the sky won't be a problem for Raven.

Almost in the air, Raven made a gorgeous spin, and his whole body changed from black to a tight-fitting white camouflage uniform that was very characteristic of the snow.

Concentrating his breath, Raven fell lightly to the ground.

Snow? This should be the territory of Asa's world that is more inclined to Odin.

Just when Raven was about to carefully observe the surrounding terrain, there was a sharp sound in the cold air. Before the bow and arrow arrived, Raven already felt a burning sensation in his throat that he was about to be shot.

If he did nothing, he would definitely be hit by an arrow in the throat in the next moment.

Raven did not dodge, he quickly grabbed the flying arrow in his hand.

It was a somewhat rough arrow. Raven didn't know what kind of wood the arrow shaft was made of, but he was certain that it was definitely not a plant from the cold zone. The arrowhead was made of a sharp stone that contained a touch of divinity. It was well polished, but the actual arrowhead was a bit unconventional.

Lei Wen did not expect that after the sound of arrows, countless divine feather arrows came from the white forest like locusts, and the sound of whisking wind filled his ears.

Ranger?

Multiple archery skills?

Raven didn't know how long it had been since he had fought against a ranger.

Raven didn't even use the phantom clone. He rushed in the direction of the arrow rain with a quick step, turning left and right, and the high-speed figure drew an irregular arc on the snow. Raven's speed was so fast that he even left afterimages behind him.

Close!

Getting closer!

However, just when Raven was about to approach the guy wearing the clothes of a desert nomad, a big felt hat, khaki clothes, and holding a recurve bow, the guy suddenly turned around and pulled out a machete And turned his back to Raven.

As soon as Raven frowned, he immediately saw a sharp sword coming out of the guy's back.

Pierce the chest with a sword!

Judging from the tip of the sword, it is a typical Nordic double-edged broad sword. The sharp blade is bathed in the divine blood of the Desert Ranger. You can clearly see that the divine power is coming from this new god who should belong to the neutral race in the End. The body flows towards the new attacker.

Hey, you stole my opponent. Raven stood ten meters away and said quietly.

I have been tracking him for three days. It was a bright female voice with a very heroic feel. When hearing this voice, it seemed as if the white snow was also blooming with a cheerful brilliance.

Three days?

Raven seemed to realize where World Tree was making it more difficult for him.

The khaki figure quickly disappeared, like a sand sculpture washed away by big waves on the beach.

Raven saw the female figure behind her—a heroic female warrior.

A half-hooded helmet that looks like an eagle's peck. There are four long white feathers spreading out from the ears on both sides of the helmet.

Every edge of the streamlined light blue armor has shiny gold trim. The entire set of armor is not one-piece. Instead, for ease of movement, there is a layered belly armor like fish scales from the breastplate down to the waist and abdomen.

As the original figure, the first thing that catches your eye is not the delicate and perfect face with oval seeds, but the thick silver-white braid hanging from the back of the half-helmeted head. The thick braids were actually slightly thicker than Raven's arms, which made Raven wonder if this goddess also had some magic skills in braids.

Standing upright on the snow like a sharp sword, Odin's most trusted goddess was bathed in the biting cold wind. She held a shield in her left hand and held the hilt of the sword tightly in her right hand. Her bright eyes showed a sharp light like an eagle.

Gently raising her pointed nose, the heroic goddess announced her name.

O strange god! I am one of the eighteen Valkyries participating in this exhibition in the world of Asa. My name is Brynhild! Before the war begins, I hope to know your name.

Raven was suddenly enlightened upon hearing this.

Before time travel, many people in the world had heard of Valkyrie, but few people knew that Valkyrie did not refer to a goddess, but a guide who recruited heroes who died bravely among mortals into Valhalla, the Hall of Valor.

Thirteen Valkyries are listed in the Edda.

Although Brünnhilde is not among them, Brünnhilde is considered to be the most important member of the Valkyries, and her deeds are also mixed with that of the 'Victory Giver' Shigdilifa.

Upon hearing Brynhildr's name, Raven's first reaction was that it was interesting.

If Raven remembers correctly, Brünnhilde is a very proud goddess!

A smile appeared on the corner of Raven's mouth: My name is not something that shallow new gods like you are qualified to know. Want to know my name? Defeat me!

Brunhilde's silver eyebrows couldn't help but raise: I want to tell you, now that I have killed three gods, I am already a medium-power god.

Raven understood what she meant, and the second half of the sentence he didn't say was, 'And you are just a god with weak divine power.'

Raven shrugged, quite honestly.

At this point, as long as the difference in divine power is not too big, making it completely impossible to break through the opponent's defense, Raven really has nothing to be afraid of.

As if she felt humiliated by Raven's contempt, Brynhildr pursed her lips, tiptoed, and her whole divine body flew into the air. Her legs parted in mid-air, and a winged pure white horse with soft white light appeared out of thin air. Under her crotch.

The divine sword used for close combat suddenly disappeared into the air, replaced by a long, blue lance.

You proud stranger god, let me, Brynhildr, teach you whether your combat prowess is worthy of your arrogance.

Raven didn't even flash his weapon, he just stood there, his right hand bent behind his waist, and his left hand made a 'please' gesture.