Marvel With Zanpakutou

Chapter 364: Brunhilde

Chapter 364: Brunhilde

"Helheim?"

Lod was slightly stunned and didn't respond.

Because of his serious injury, his brain was a little confused now, so he couldn't remember where this Helheim was. He just felt that it sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before!

"Helheim, also called the Underworld."

The woman took a deep look at him, and then slowly said, "It seems that you are not an Asgardian. Otherwise, how could you not know the meaning of Helheim?"

Helheim? The Underworld!

Lod was startled, and a flash of lightning flashed through his chaotic brain. He suddenly remembered!

It turned out that this was one of the Nine Realms of Northern Europe, the Underworld, and the master of the kingdom of the dead was the famous goddess of death, Hela, who was suppressed here by Odin tens of thousands of years ago!

After knowing where he was, Lod was slightly relieved. The Helheim where Hela was located could be said to be the only one, and he could barely accept the result. At least it was much better than the Demon King of Seven Sins and Mephistopheles.

"From the looks of it, you don't seem to be worried."

The woman's intuition was very sharp. She found that Lod seemed to be relieved. She could not help but ask with some doubts, "This is the kingdom of the dead. No one can leave here. Don't you feel sad?"

"Because for me, this is the best situation." Lod thought back to the endless darkness - space. A bitter smile appeared on his face. "At least I can see living people here, much better than the place I was in before."

"I'm not a living person."

There was a hint of sadness in the woman's eyes, but it was soon hidden. She smiled and said, "I suddenly began to wonder where you came from."

"Believe me, you won't want to go." Lod raised his cracked lips. This was a typical case of not being beaten by society. He would rather die than go back to that damned place.

"Well, it sounds really bad."

The woman nodded as if she understood. She sensibly did not continue to ask. She stared at Lod with her big black eyes and asked, "I think you need help. If you continue to stay in this place, you will soon become the feces of the nether beast."

"I am very grateful. I just happen to need help." Lod did not refuse. Firstly, he was too seriously injured to move. Secondly, it was indeed not safe here. It was better to follow this woman than to be frozen here.

"No need to thank me."

The woman bent down and picked up Lod with one hand, then carried him on her shoulder as if he was a cargo.

Lod, "..."

This feeling of being carried by someone seemed a little strange.

But thinking about it carefully, he was now a wounded person and was not qualified to ask for so much, so he could only endure for the time being.

The woman dragged the horned beast weighing thousands of pounds in one hand, and Lord on her shoulders in the other during the snowstorm.

In the ice and snow that filled the sky.

The two of them advanced dozens of kilometers.

In the end, they arrived at a cave under a cliff.

The cave was very deep. The bones of all kinds of beasts were scattered inside, and thick fur was spread on the stone bed. It gave people a wonderful feeling of living in the prehistoric era. Obviously, this was her residence!

The woman put Lod on the stone bed and turned to deal with the huge horned beast.

Lod observed carefully and found that the woman's swordsmanship was quite outstanding. In just a few breaths of time, she cut the thousand-pound bull horn beast like a butcher cutting a cow, leaving only a lonely skeleton.

Moreover, the silver sharp sword the woman used was definitely extraordinary.

The sword was engraved with complicated patterns, as well as a sword square with a pair of wings. It was paired with a sharp silver blade. The whole sword exuded a gorgeous aura, and there was also a faint fluctuation of magic. Presumably, it should have come from the hands of a god craftsman.

"What are you looking at?" The woman noticed Lod's gaze, and her delicate eyebrows slightly frowned.

"Your sword should be a divine artifact, right?" Lod asked with a smile.

"I don't know. I picked it up." The woman was expressionless. She bent down to pick up the withered tree branches and piled them together. Then, she slowly started a fire.

"You saved my life. Mind if you tell me your name?"

"My name..."

The woman stopped her action of starting a fire. Her long eyelashes moved, and her pitch-black eyes flashed with a strange expression. "Brunhilde, this is my name. Lost person, what is your name?"

Brunhilde?

The corners of Lod's mouth twitched slightly. He had guessed correctly!

In a broken place like the Helheim, there was only one possibility for women to wear broken armor full of sword marks and gorgeous divine artifacts. No matter how one thought about it, that was the legendary Valkyrie, a heroic spirit army under Odin's command!

It was rumored that the Valkyries swore to serve the gods. All of them were brave and brave. They rode on white pegasus and wore silver armor. They used the long swords in their hands to cut through the night sky. They were as mysterious and beautiful as the polar light.

When the Valkyries descended on the battlefield, they would bring victory to Asgard.

Moreover, it was said that every Norwegians had once imagined that Valkyrie was their dream lover.

"You know me?" Seeing that there was no response for a long time, Brunhilde turned around and asked.

"I have only heard of it..."

Lod quickly shook his head and said, "You can call me Lod."

In the Marvel history, it was best for Odin to not admit to Hela's actions with the life of the Valkyrie. Otherwise, he could not guarantee that this beautiful Valkyrie would not stab him in the head after knowing about it.

"Lod?"

Upon hearing this, Brunhilde was slightly startled. Her beautiful face revealed a trace of surprise. She was half surprised and half alert as she said, You are the legendary...

"... Obviously not."

Lod was slightly speechless. However, he had already expected this day to come. He explained, "I have nothing to do with the Nordic god. It's just that my name is the same."

"That makes sense. If it really is him, how could he be reduced to letting me save him?" Brunhilde nodded thoughtfully. She inadvertently pricked a certain person in the heart, but she herself continued to burn without knowing.

A cluster of flames rose, bringing warmth and light to the cold cave.

Brunhilde used her sword to skewer a piece of meat, then placed it on the fire to slowly roast it.

Zi la la la la la la...

The meat was roasted to the point of sizzling oil, emitting waves of fragrance.

With the light from the fire, Brunhilde's eyes revealed traces of imperceptible sadness under the light of the fire, as if she was recalling some unbearable memories.

"Where are the others?"

Lod suddenly asked, "There should be a lot of valkyrie, right?"

"They are all dead."

Brunhilde's movements became sluggish. After a long silence, she said in a terrifying and calm voice, "The Valkyries... I am the only one left. Even their souls can not rest in peace and become the puppets of the goddess of death."