<h4>Chapter 389: Proud Warrior</h4>


    Qiang!


    Lod spat out a mouthful of turbid air and waved his arm to extend sword.


    The terrifying heat and mes on sword''s crimson de gradually dispersed, returning to its previous appearance.


    The remnants of sword''s attack left a golden afterglow like the setting sun in hollow''s space, and the scorching hot Spiritual Power within it did not disperse for a long time.


    But what was most shocking was that.


    That scarlet scorching hot sword''s de clearly did not touch anything else, but the grand sword energy it released was like a waning moon. After passing through ten thousand li ofnd, it burned several mountains in the distance into ashes, and the ground along the way was melted into magma by the mes.


    The army of hundreds of thousands of dead soul was very unfortunate, and they were instantly anniHted by the mes.


    Looking at this scene.


    Brunhilde was somewhat astonished. What kind of terrifying temperature was this?


    It wasparable to the raging mes on the surface of the sun, and even an Asgardian God King would find it difficult to resist!


    After burning through the high temperature, hollow became distorted and blurry. When she looked at the Death Goddess, waves of shock appeared in Brunhilde''s heart, and herplexion couldn''t stop changing.


    The goddess of death, who was originally as arrogant as a queen, looked extremely miserable at this moment.


    The de of the Rising Sun that sealed all the mes into sword''s de destroyed the defensive magic she had constructed in an instant. After burning away the Death Cloak with an unstoppable force, half of her body was reduced to ashes under the high temperature!


    Bang!


    With the sound of a heavy object falling, the already broken ground copsed again.


    Hy in the broken and copsed pit. Her ck skintight leather armor had long been burned out by the mes, and there was no trace of her body below her waist. Only her charred upper body was left, and her breath was so weak that it could disappear at any time.


    The reason why she was still alive was all thanks to Helheim.


    If not for the fact that she was the one who controlled this domain, she would not have been able to get steady supply of energy from this environment and would have died under the Ryujin Jakka.


    H, who originally had the support of Helheim, was slightly weaker than Lod in terms of strength, but it was impossible for her to lose so quickly, let alone be so miserable. Even if she could not defeat him, she could still dy.


    But the problem was...


    In order to take revenge on Asgard, H did not hesitate to use the source of death in Helheim''s underworld to nourish her two great divine weapons, the ''Necrosword'' and the ''death cloak'', causing the entire hell to be in a state of ''deficit'' all year round.


    This kind of behavior naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of Helheim''s will of hell.


    So,bining the above two conditions, this resulted in the current situation.


    If his brain had not been filled with ten pounds of water, he would definitely not have done such a thing!


    One had to know that the overall strength of the Infernal Lord was linked to the entire Infernal Source. The stronger the Infernal Source was, the stronger the Infernal Source would be. On the other hand, the stronger the Infernal Source was, the stronger the Infernal Source would be. The two could be said to beplementary!


    However, H had done such a drastic thing. It could only be said that it was not wrong for her to swallow this bitter fruit of defeat.


    How should I put it...


    Maybe this was what she deserved.


    Lod slowlynded on the ground and looked at H with contempt. "You lost, H."


    "Damn it!"


    H held the broken Necrosword in both hands and forced herself to stand up on the ground. Her eyes were spitting fire as she said, "Don''t think that it''s over. I can still fight. Come again!"


    Here, he had to praise the tradition of Asgarda.


    He did not know how this old man, Odin, had raised her. He was clearly a very outstanding politician, a kind-hearted old fox, but how did he raise his sons and daughters? They all developed in the direction of recklessness.


    There was no need to mention Thunder God Thor. Even Loki, a mage, was affected. When there was magic, he liked to use a dagger to stab people. Now, even H was like this. Could it be that Asgarda had a training ss?


    "Your courage ismendable."


    Lod nodded slightly, barely acknowledging H''s fighting spirit. However, his eyes were filled with ridicule as he said, "But with only half of your body left, you can''t even condense your magic. How do you n to fight me?"


    "For the glory of Asgarda!"


    H was full of fighting spirit, and her eyes were burning with fighting spirit. She held the ground with one hand and aimed the broken sword at Lod with the other. She said word by word, "I, H Odinsdottir, challenge you in the name of the Death Goddess!"


    Her calm words were filled with a sense of determination!


    Despite knowing that they were no match for her, H still raised her sword, like a fearless berserker. Like the heroic spirits that yearned for battle and death, they resolutely chose to continue fighting!


    Looking at H like this, Brunhilde suddenly feltplicated.


    Even though the two sides were on opposing sides, they could not help but feel a trace of respect for the warriors who were calmly going to die.


    "Soul King... Sir." Brunhilde used Spiritual Power to send her voice over. "H is issuing an ancient challenge to you. If... if you are willing to respond, you need to announce your name. Under the witness of Great God Odin and Gungnir, we will have a sacred duel."


    "Duel... so that''s how it is. Since this is your choice, I respect your will." Lod''s eyes narrowed and he solemnly said, "Lod Carl, Soul King from Midgard, ept your challenge."


    "Midgard... Soul King?"


    H was slightly stunned at first, but then she said in disbelief, "Among those lowly and insignificant humans, is there actually someone as strong as you?"


    "Who gave you the illusion that there are no experts among the humans?" Lod closed his eyes slightly and said with a faint smile, "Do you know that the race that controls the world is exactly the group of ''humble and insignificant'' humans in your eyes?"


    Humans are insignificant?


    Then you may have never seen the army of ''Transmigrator'' from the starting point.


    Among the big shots that spread across the world, the ones who easily destroy hundreds of worlds are all pure humans!


    "What do you mean?" H frowned slightly, not quite understanding what Lod was saying.


    "It''s nothing. Let''s begin."


    Lod shook his head and pulled out sword''s de from his waist. "Since it''s a so-called duel, there must be a ce for a duel. I will use this move to give you the greatest respect, the goddess of death, H."


    "Hehe... That''s great!"


    H''s eyes lit up. To be able to make the enemy go all out, this was the greatest respect she had for her. "Lod Carl, in order to respond to your respect, I will use myst strength."


    "Ban... Kai!"


    Lod''s thin lips slightly opened, and zanpakuto slowly loosened his hand, and the aura from his soul rippled out. "Senbonzakura... Kageyoshi"


    "He actually loosened his weapon on his own initiative?"


    H frowned slightly and felt a little unhappy. She felt that Lod seemed to be looking down on her.


    However, what happened nextpletely changed her opinion. Her heart trembled inexplicably and she had a bad feeling.


    As the sword slowly descended, the moment it touched the ground.


    The ground suddenly rippled like water, and then the sword went straight into it and disappeared without a trace.