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He thought that throwing the eight-legged warhorse into the underworld of Helheim would be enough to save his life, and he proudly thought that he was very smart and could think of such a solution. Isn't this a [FLAG]?

Isn't this the same type of thing as the city wall that the foreigners claim is absolutely impenetrable but is crushed to pieces by the Titan evil god, or the prison that is said to be so impenetrable that not even a mosquito can escape but is broken into all the time?

The chicken carried Blaze on its back and moved at high speed in Helm's underworld, and soon arrived at the Dagior River. The guardian of this river, the skeleton Modgud, crawled out of the crack under their undisguised huge movement and let out a deafening roar.

"Sorry, we're a little rushed!"

Chicken slid with Blaze and passed through the crotch of Skeleton Modgud. At the moment of passing through the crotch, Blaze took out [Misttin] and fired a shot between Skeleton Modgud's legs.

Don't get me wrong, Skeleton Modgud has no gender, and a crotch attack like this will not cause any extra damage. But this is the position that can cause the most damage, and the damage position is from the crotch to the top of the head, which will cause much more damage than shooting Skeleton Modgud directly.

The withered skeleton Modgud collapsed under an attack that went straight to his head. When Blaze looked back, he could see some misery from the withered skeleton Modgud.

After all, Dry Bones Modgud just wanted to go through the formalities and collect some tolls, not to take lives.

But the days of Drybone Modgud will probably be very difficult in the future, because its main guests - strangers - don't like to follow procedures at all.

Blaze thought about it, patted the chicken's neck, and asked the chicken to turn around.

"Since when did you like to humiliate the weak?"

"I thought about it, giving blood across the bridge is its job, which means blood is not a bribe to it." Blaze crossed his arms and said seriously, "In other words, it is just doing its job well, but it is beaten up again and again because of its appearance. Isn't this a bit bad?"

"A little bit. If it were me, I would definitely turn evil."

"Then I know all about this matter, and we have to solve it!"

Blaze got off the chicken, walked slowly to the front of Skeleton Modgud, raised his foot and stepped on the top of Skeleton Modgud's head in a very friendly manner to prevent this guy who seemed to have little sense from getting up and reincarnating.

"You will have many guests from other worlds in the future, and your current attitude will only make you a punching bag for them. As a weakling, you will be severely humiliated by them. So you need to change, so that at least you won't die so often!"

The bone Modgud couldn't speak, but it was extremely angry, because it was a regular gatekeeper and the defender of the ancient rules. You could insult it with your strength, but you couldn't teach it to do anything.

Isn't it the great lion, the messenger who returns the stars, the blind son of Odin, the friend of Hela, the murderer of light, the wolf who swallows the sun, the son of the moon, the inheritor of the dwarf's skills... can it really be taught to do things! ?

Rather, if it doesn't listen now, it will probably be in trouble!

Caracalla

With a shattering sound, the withered skeleton Modgud turned into a mini version. Apart from the white beast skull, there was only a small cloak sewn with beast fur. The level also dropped to LV1 because most of the body disappeared.

"With your image... at least you won't be attacked by strangers in the first place." Blaze coughed lightly, pretended for a while, and began to give bad advice to Skeleton Modgud.

In fact, the Skeleton Modgud has no conflict with those who want to cross the bridge. If you want to cross, just give blood. The collected blood will be confiscated and used as the water of the [Dagioll River].

Just looking at the fact that the [Dagior River] is still like a canyon, it is clear that the work of Drybone Modgud is not easy. When foreigners come in the future, it will be even more difficult.

Withered Bone Modgud's idea is relatively simple, if they don't give it to him, he will just rob it. The stranger's countermeasures are even simpler, if they dare to fight, then they will fight.

Blaze thought he understood strangers quite well. They respected rules to a certain extent, but also didn't respect them very much.

For example, if you have to pay to enter the city, many foreigners will try to force their way in or sneak in.

But if there is a monster that requires a price to be paid before challenging it, the stranger will pay the price without even a second thought.

If the monster that requires a price to challenge appears harmless and acts as if it will fight only after a price is paid, then the stranger is an absolute rule-abiding person.

Blaze made a small handheld sign for Skeleton Modgud that read "Give me blood, I'll grow bigger and beat you up."

Blaze crossed his arms and looked at Skeleton Modgud holding the sign, feeling that something was missing. Chicken on the side showed an expression that said you are too naive, and gave Skeleton Modgud another sign.

[The more you give, the harder you beat]

As we all know, the stronger the stranger is, the more he likes to control his health to the point of almost dying. But this is difficult, and it is even more difficult to control it to 1HP, and Drybone Modgud can accurately absorb 1HP.

It is also well known that the more powerful the monster, the higher the probability of dropping rare materials.

In this way, although Skeleton Modgud will be beaten to death, his blood has been obtained, and the stranger below will be waiting to be sucked of his blood with anticipation, and will definitely not take the opportunity to escape across the bridge.

Happy to everyone!

But Blaze suddenly felt that this was not right. What if a stranger didn't want to give blood, or just walked past?

So Blazer prepared a huge sign with the terms written on it like a menu.

The top one says [Very Very Easy - Donate Blood 0%], the bottom one says [True Hero - 99%], and the hidden clause on the back says [100% chance of dropping Thousand Beast Skin Fragments, clear the level with 1HP!]

This way it’s truly foolproof!

Maybe the strangers will go crazy and donate blood to get the thousand beast skin fragments.

Chapter 504: Fate is a Bastard

Based on Blazer's understanding of foreigners, if there were only two options, left and right, someone would soon try to dig a path in the middle. Choosing only one of the two paths is a kind of coercion and lack of freedom.

Therefore, if you want foreigners to abide by the rules honestly, you have to give them benefits and let them choose which pit to jump into.

The bone Modgud claimed that he was not a good person, but he felt that the man in front of him had a heart. Fortunately, he didn't even have a heart in his body structure, let alone a conscience, so he thought this was a good idea.

Blaze shook hands with Skeleton Modgud to prove that their unfriendly first meeting was forgotten and from now on, they were friends.

As a token of friendship, Skeleton Modgud took out a piece of animal skin and handed it to Blaze.

[Thousand Beast Hides/Damaged]

[The fragment of a thousand kinds of animal skins has lost its ability to change and looks like just a piece of dried animal skin. If the princess's hair and other animal skins are used to sew it, it may be repaired.]

"Is this the reward you can only get for winning the 1HP challenge?" Blaze originally thought that [Thousand Beast Skins] would be a drop, but he didn't expect that Skeleton Modgud would directly tear off a piece.

[Fragments of XX] are also the favorite things of people from foreign countries.

Although foreigners often complain that collecting fragments is a rubbish process, this rubbish process makes foreigners happy and painful. And the things that are directly obtained are often not so worth cherishing.

It’s like the Ten Commandments in Dali Feizhuan. After brushing hundreds of the Ten Commandments, the ten perfect rings are worshipped like treasures.

The same goes for [Thousand Animal Skins]. If you understand it literally, it would require a full thousand animal skin fragments.

"But the princess has long hair...it's an offensive prop."

Blazer knew that women valued their hair. Even Marika, who was a bit careless, would take good care of her red hair, not to mention Audrey.

The only one who doesn't care much about his hair is Herbie. Sometimes he shows up with a mess of hair, and sometimes he messes up his hair when he's upset or excited.

A prop made from a thousand pieces of animal skins would require at least a thousand hairs.

It would be fine if I could make one or two [Thousand Beast Skins], but there are a lot of foreigners in this world. Even if a person has 10 hairs, it would only be enough to make a thousand [Thousand Beast Skins].

"If one day, strangers go around attacking princesses and pulling out their hair, it won't be my fault."

"What are you thinking about? Ordinary hair will definitely not work." Chicken leaned over and looked at the small cloak on the skeleton Modgud.

This small cloak is a complete [Thousand Beast Skin], and golden hair is hidden in the layers of skin. These golden hairs are like the blood vessels of [Thousand Beast Skin], hiding the pulse of life.

"I'm afraid this [Princess] has other intentions."

"As long as she's not a real princess."

Blaze gathered the pieces of hide, mounted the chicken, and began to cross the Crystal Bridge.

On the way, Chicken asked casually, "Are you going to repair the [Thousand Beast Hides]?"

"Repair it? Why not repair it if I already have it?" Blaze was rummaging through the warehouse and casually responded to Chicken's question. "But I don't plan to use it. It took me a long time just to adapt to my werewolf body, let alone switch bodies at will."

"And won't this kind of prop that changes the physical structure affect the soul? Isn't the soul supposed to fit the shape of the physical body?"

"Perhaps using this item to transform will continue to consume MP. Once it is used up, the transformation will be forcibly canceled and many negative states will be inflicted."

Chicken and Blaze used the discussion of [Thousand Beast Skins] as a pastime to pass the time. During the discussion, Chicken even instigated Blaze to ask the queens, female lords, and goddesses if any of them were willing to help and pull out some hair.

Blazer would never fall into such an obvious trap. His response was to find a time to pluck all the feathers from chickens and make clothes.

"In fact, you humans have a huge misunderstanding about life with [anthropomorphism]." The chicken said seriously, "Hair and feathers will be regarded as clothing during the [anthropomorphism] process. In other words, plucking feathers is equivalent to taking off clothes."

"What about the hair?"

"That is life force. The more powerful and mysterious the existence, the more closely their hair is related to the origin of life. It can be said to be a part of life. If the soul becomes noble and great, then the hair is even a part of the soul."

"Wow, the princess needed for [Thousand Beast Skins] is most likely a being who has reached the level of [Hair is Life]. Then it will be very difficult to complete [Thousand Beast Skins]." Blaze clicked his tongue. He didn't like to look for trouble. He wouldn't go out of his way to provoke a noble or great being just because he wanted to repair an item.

"If only Baldur were a goddess."

Blaze suddenly sighed with regret, and his sigh made the chicken turn its head back, with stars in its eyes.

"I mean, if Balder was a goddess, I could shave his head without any problem."

"How boring." The chicken turned his head away in boredom.

There was no conversation along the way, and Blaze's expression became solemn.

The land of Helm showed no signs of recovery, and even changed from dark and damp to dry and hot. Needless to say, the cause of this change was the dead sun Balder.

Blaze and Chicken arrived at the door of [Palace Elyudnir], and the servant Gunrat and the maid Gunraot waited for a long time.

"Didn't we agree that Helheim would be revitalized once it had the dead sun?" Blaze didn't waste any more words and went straight to the point.

“This is where Fate tortures people.” Hela’s voice came from the depths of the palace.

"The more you resist fate, the more it will come to you in an unstoppable manner. Once you submit to fate, fate will neither hurry nor slow down."

Blaze looked in the direction of the sound. Hela's body had swelled to the point where it looked like a mountain of flesh. Her dining table was filled with hunger, heat, thirst, and so on.

The dead sun came to the underworld of Helheim, making the afterlife even more chaotic and terrible.

Just as Hela said, fate is sometimes very bad. When you are struggling, it is like a chariot that crushes you, but when you lie down, it comes to you leisurely and calmly.

But the problem is, the inevitable fate of death can be resisted madly, but how can we resist the inevitable fate of a good life so that good days will come faster?

Chapter 505 Two Days of Confrontation

Blaze glanced at a seat on the side of the center of the palace. It was so luxurious that he felt his brain and butt were not worthy of sitting on it.

But whether it is the gem-encrusted lion, the wolf handle, or the silver material, they all hint at who this position belongs to. The most direct hint is Gunrat's slow invitation gesture.

But Blazer would not sit on it, because that size was prepared for him as a silver werewolf. If he sat on it in human form, his feet would probably not be able to touch the ground.

It's not impossible to transform into a silver werewolf, but he must always remind himself that he is equipped with Amaterasu. God knows if Amaterasu will appear in the underworld of Helm, so he has to be careful.

"I remember a group of heroic warriors came here, didn't they?"

"They went to round up the eight-legged horse, which was planning to take Balder away."

"Sure enough."

The eight-legged horse is loyal to Balder, and keeps running in the Ouroboros' body in order to leave Helheim and go to Balder. Now that Balder has become the dead sun of Helheim, the eight-legged horse will naturally turn around.

"You should have sent someone to inform me."

“There’s no reason for me to trouble you to do more. You have completed the task of killing Balder very well. What happened now was my own misjudgment.” Hela poured a plate of annoyance into her mouth with difficulty.

Blazer closed his eyes, and in the darkness, he saw Hela's bloated and overwhelmed body. It was the power of God and the concept of the world of death that kept Hela from dying, but Hela's appearance became even more hideous and terrifying as she continued to eat.

Hela's face had become deformed, except for her eyes, which still had a beautiful look. Unfortunately, these eyes had also become dim in the crowd of fat.

"Perhaps this is my retribution, because I hid my selfishness under the noble purpose."

The mistress of Helheim is just a nice name. In fact, Hela is just a prisoner in the huge prison of Helheim.

And eating the hunger and other negative emotions of other dead people is her labor.

"...If you give me a portion of Helm's Underworld land to develop and give me many privileges, I will help."

Blaze knew that Hela would not ask for help on her own initiative. After all, Hela only proposed the deal last time after she knew that he wanted to know how to resurrect Herbie.

"……make a deal."

"Deal." Blaze glanced at the gleaming chair and sighed helplessly.

Even if he didn't want to sit on this chair, he had to pay something for it. And it was he who sent Balder down, which made the situation in Helm and Hela worse. He couldn't just laugh it off and pretend it didn't happen.

After Blaze left the palace, he took the map that Gunrat had taken ten minutes to retrieve and headed to the area where the Einherjar were besieging the eight-legged horses.

The biggest problem that Helheim is facing right now is not that the eight-legged horse wants to take Balder away, but that Balder's entry into Helheim did not bring vitality to the entire world.

If you think about it carefully, you will know why. Balder, the dead sun, never sets and always scorches the earth. The sun that brings life has naturally turned into a terrible disaster. Therefore, Hela's table has more death dishes such as drought, heat, and burns.

"This is troublesome."

Blaze carefully reviewed his strengths, and now his best skill is undoubtedly [mouth cannon]. He used this skill to defeat the sun-transformed Yamata no Orochi, and he can also defeat Balder.

But violence is not the solution to the problem.

"Do you think there's any way we can use our personal charm to get Balder to go to bed early and get up early?"

"Give up. You killed him and kicked him to this place. He must hate you." The chicken looked at the gray sun in the distance. He could feel the hatred and anger directly from the light of the dead sun with his eyes.