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After a while, Deftolos quickly opened his mouth to express his willingness to fight side by side.

But this one died halfway_(:зゝ∠)_

"No problem, the two of them are already injured," Aspros glanced sideways with a smile in his eyes,

"Don't you believe me?"

"How come..." Deftolos, who didn't even think about answering directly, twitched the corner of his mouth, looked up and looked at the opposite side, although he was standing straight, he could still see the two Valkyries in front of him, then sank his mind and nodded. road,

"I see, I will go first, and you follow quickly."

"Well, it will be over soon, you go first." Aspros nodded his head, turned his head, and once again focused on the two (?) in front of him.

"Okay." Deftolos, who clenched the things in his hands and ran towards the depths of the Hall of Valor without too much hesitation, felt at ease.

Aspros said he would follow, so don't worry.

"Wait...stop!" Brunhilde, who saw Deftolos turned around and ran to the inside, frowned tightly, clutching his spear as if he was going to catch up in the next moment.

"Your opponent is me. If you want to go over, you have to step over my corpse first." Aspros raised his hand to block the way of the two Valkyries, with a cruel smile on his lips, reflecting the expressions on the faces of the two Valkyries. The pale Valkyrie's face was even heavier.

The conflict at the gate of the Hall of Valor has gradually escaped Deftolos' attention. Deftolos, who was holding something that Aspros did not regard as an important prop, slowly stopped after running for a considerable distance. Changing his pace, he turned to look at the things thrown to his side while walking.

"Aspros really doesn't take this as a thing..." Deftolos couldn't help but stare at the few thin pieces of paper carefully stored in the box with exquisite decoration. Shrugging his shoulders, he closed the box again and held it firmly. He continued to walk forward while waiting for Aspros to catch up.

"Anyway, it's a big killer... Speaking of which, strengthening the seal of the God of War..."

The somewhat relaxed words stopped abruptly after Deftolos stepped into a place that was larger and wider than the land boundary just now. Looking at the scene in front of him, Deftolos felt that he could no longer relax.

Didn't it say that it's OK to reinforce it? Why did it become like this...

It wasn't that Deftolos was making too much of a fuss, it was that the scene in front of him was simply too spectacular.

With the altar in front of the throne at the highest part of the hall as the center, the pure white ground depicts the supernatural powers that filled the entire hall with countless incomprehensible characters, and in some places even climbed up the walls and reached the roof. In the big magic circle, there are some things that no one can tell what they are in the blank space reserved in the four directions, but after looking at the words that are completely incomprehensible for a while, Deftolos probably Know what those things that can no longer see the prototype are.

"It's really..." Deftolos, who couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, carefully avoided the densely written words. After all, it's not fun to get involved in something that you don't understand.

Jumping up and down, he nimbly approached the altar in the center of the magic circle with the talisman. On the altar that was supposed to be clean, there was a pair of exquisitely decorated double knives shining with icy light carefully. It was carefully placed in the center of the altar, and on the two double knives, there seemed to be traces of blackened blood that had dried up for an unknown number of years.

"It is said that God of War Tyr had a pair of double knives, but he lost one of his arms after losing one arm, and the other ended his life in Ragnarok while ensuring his invincibility..." Station Deftolos, who was looking at the two knives in front of the altar, touched his chin and thought, and couldn't help mumbling,

"Could it be that they not only recovered the lost one, but also the one stained with the blood of the God of War?"

Looking at the Nordic divine language under the altar, a strange idea appeared in Deftolos' mind,

"Sacred Artifact, Divine Blood...they are trying to revive the God of War, right?"

The more he thought about it, the more likely Deftolos couldn't help laughing bitterly,

"Hey, hey, this is no joke..."

No matter which myth it is, a god with the name of God of War is not a gentle existence, such as Ares, the God of War in Greek mythology... Judging from the remaining records, he is completely a war lunatic ==|||

This kind of scourge cannot be released.

After making up his mind, Deftolos opened the box in his hand, pulled out a talisman, and then pointed it at the center of the altar, planning to stick it regardless of Sanqi 21.

However, Deftolos's small calculation is very good, but the reality is not so easy for him to end it simply.

Squeezing the talisman had just ignited the small universe, and before he waved his hand to stick it down, a majestic and murderous voice echoed in the hall.

"Who are you? You who are not Valkyrie, why are you in our sacred Hall of Valor? Trespasser, report your identity, kneel down and beg the forgiveness of the god, otherwise you will pay the price."

"..." Deftolos couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling helpless at the other party's pretentious words, and then looked up to see if he could find the location of the source.

Just didn't want to answer his question.

"Human! Answer me!" The voice, which was extremely angry at Deftolos' blatantly ignoring it, suddenly raised to the point that it could deafen people, causing Deftolos to step on a certain text without standing still. .

"Uh..." Deftolos, who had a bad feeling when he stepped on his foot, just stabilized his figure and before he could find a place to jump away, the question he was stepping on suddenly emitted a light, which stabbed Deft Ross quickly reached out to cover his eyes and at the same time exerted force towards the ground, using the reaction force to directly retreat from the magic circle that was slowly starting to play an overwhelming game.

But if you stepped on it, you stepped on it. Although he left there at the fastest speed, Deftolos still felt the sting from his left foot that just stepped on the text when he landed.

"Damn it..." Deftolos didn't expect that he would become like this if he accidentally stepped on it, and quickly retreated a few meters again, squatting down to check his left foot,

"This is really troublesome..."

Looking at the Nordic characters gradually spreading on his left leg, Deftolos really felt the poor writing of the two characters this time.

Take up

"It's really bad..."

Deftolos, who knew that he would definitely have to game over if he continued like this, inadvertently glanced at the talisman that was still in his hand and hadn't been used just now. He just thought about it for a second and directly ignited the small universe again and threw it on his lap unceremoniously. a paste.

The talisman written by Athena's blood successfully played a role under the activation of her warrior's microcosm. The powerful microcosm spreading from the dark brown text on the talisman touched those Nordic texts whose meaning was not yet known. Playing its absolute role, the words slowly occupying Deftolos' left leg stopped spreading, and began to show signs of being eliminated.

"Huh..." Deftolos, who was relieved to see the working talisman, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, but he didn't think that he who was spread all over his body by those words could still be him.

If it really becomes like that, maybe his... soul will be able to see the end of the world_(:зゝ∠)_

And it is not sure whether his soul can see it.

...Although it is about the flood after his death, but after thinking about it, I feel that it is really terrible ==

"... Hiss..." Deftolos, who stood up without paying any more attention after watching those words disappear, suddenly felt as if his left foot had been stabbed hard by something. When he bent down to check, he found that there was another person beside him, with a smile on his dark brown face,

"Aspros."

"What's the matter?" Aspros, who felt that Deftolos had a slightly strange face, frowned.

"Ah, it's okay..." As soon as he saw Aspros frowning, he knew that he couldn't let him continue to explore, and Deftolos quickly diverted people's attention.

"The trouble now is the magic circle and the altar."

He wouldn't foolishly ask those two Valkyrie, just those two little Valkyrie, they can't compare to a finger of his Nissan ╭(╯^╰)╮

...Besides, Aspros ran over almost uninjured, why did he ask those nonsense again ==

"What's going on?" After looking at it for a while, Aspulos felt as if he had a trypophobia that would take hundreds of years to be officially named, and shifted his gaze.

Well, it’s better to see his Dever’s eyes are good~

"I came here to see this magic circle just now... let me say that it wasn't so scary at that time ==" Deftolos, who couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, raised the box in his hand,

"Jumped to the altar and took a look. I decided to put the amulet on it, but there was a sudden sound in the middle, which made me jump. Then I seemed to step on something accidentally, and then it became like this. ..."

"...Deftelos, I've wanted to say it for a long time. In fact, you can separate the words and say such a sentence, and I feel panicked..." After listening to the above long list of words without punctuation marks, I suddenly felt a little bit Aspoulos, who had difficulty breathing, couldn't help but spit out,

Then he found out