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"And if this guy knew that you cared about Helheim, he would be even more excited to take revenge on you by torturing Helheim."

Blaze recalled Balder's situation. First of all, this guy was an incredible pervert. He was happy when he killed people, happy when he tortured people, and happy when he was beaten. He was simply invincible.

The most important thing is that he is not afraid of death. Death in the world of death means nothing but ashes. After the death, the only unlucky one is Heim.

If Balder had a smarter mind, he might have threatened with his own life.

"Why does it feel like I've invited an ancestor back to the underworld of Helm!"

Now Blaze also wants to join the ranks of those cursing fate. The fate of death cannot be escaped, but the fate of good days to come depends on hard work! ?

"Don't panic." Chicken felt Blaze clench his fists and heard Blaze's desperate shouting. She calmly comforted Blaze, "Think about how you dealt with this kind of helpless situation in the past."

"call--"

Blaze took a deep breath and calmed down. At this time, all he could do was think about what he could do and then take one step at a time.

"No matter how to make Balder a good sun, we must not let Balder escape from Helm's underworld."

"We have to deal with the eight-legged warhorse first."

After deciding on the immediate target, Blaze and Chicken rushed straight towards the direction where the Einherjar were encircling the eight-legged warhorse.

As soon as I approached, I heard the sound of fighting filled with the smell of gunpowder. That was the unique roar of the heroic warriors, and what even the warriors' roars could not suppress was the thunderous sound of horse hooves.

The huge eight-legged warhorse was surrounded by dozens of people, roaring angrily and kicking its hooves. It wanted to leave, but one of the Heroic Warriors threw a spear with a chain, piercing the thigh of the eight-legged warhorse. The barb on the spear made the spear stop steadily in the body of the eight-legged warhorse.

The Einherjars grabbed the chains and tried to grab the eight-legged horses. But it was a one-sided struggle, and the eight-legged horses flew into the air, their strong muscles bursting with steam, carrying the Einherjars into the sky.

This moment announced that the eight-legged warhorse had gained its freedom, and it would be able to reach the dead sun in the next moment.

"You didn't wait until I got here to make the mistake!"

A huge werewolf hand grabbed Fei Teng's chain, then swung it downward with force. The eight-legged warhorse that soared into the air was smashed into the ground with a roar, raising a mushroom-like cloud of dust.

The heroic warriors who fell to the ground in a mess raised their heads and saw a silver wolf with a sun ring behind it.

"Oh no, I've been seen."

Blaze looked at the Dead Sun, which had lost its voice and became extremely quiet. He didn't think that Balder was afraid and quieted down after seeing him.

The prisoner has been screaming and roaring as if to vent his anger because he knows he can't escape, and the moment he falls silent means that the prisoner is planning to escape.

Chapter 506: What will happen is clear to me

Since leaving Balkan City, Blazer began to vaguely understand the mystery of this world. What amazed him was undoubtedly that some simple things and behaviors had some kind of great metaphor behind them.

Takamagahara represents the eight mountains that form the basic structure of the world, the power of creation forged by the symbiosis of the snake and the sun, the direction of the stars that guide life, and the twelve beasts that sit on the path of the sun.

The killing of Baldur is a metaphor for the blind god of darkness, and the man who facilitates this event and puts the godslaying [gun] into the murderer's hand is a metaphor for the god of trickery.

The gun that accomplished the murder also had a name that had been prepared.

These metaphors can be transformed into powerful forces, which makes people fascinated. And metaphors are fair and do not belong to any one party.

The Yamata no Orochi could give birth to the great sun god of creation through symbiosis with Amaterasu. And Balder usurped the metaphor of being Odin by sacrificing Odin and one of his own eyes, thus completing the usurpation of the throne.

This kind of fairness makes every move of these ancient beings full of danger. Perhaps the act of killing ancient beings has instead led to a certain metaphor.

Of course, there is a more direct simile than metaphor, such as the suns replacing each other.

Can Amaterasu, the sun goddess who possesses Blaze like a ghost on his back, replace the dead sun Balder?

Blaze didn't want to know the answer to this question at all. Of course, he didn't want to hear lines like "This is simply fate. You personally sent a scapegoat to me who could help me escape."

That's right, Blazer has gradually learned the tricks that strangers often say in his interactions with them.

The more you see, the clearer it becomes to you many things that have not yet happened.

Blaze could even begin to assume what Balder would say to him, and it would definitely be something similar to what Yamata no Orochi said.

"Sigh - sometimes I understand why the stranger would want to [SKIP]. This one is just like knowing that he is going to disgust me next, but I have to listen to every word. It's so pathetic."

"So do you understand why the elves are the way they are?"

"Why are you mentioning elves at this time?"

"They have seen too much, and the stories they have seen and heard are too repetitive. If they don't add some explosive material in their minds to label the story, it will mess up the story."

Blaze didn't know what to say, so he just prayed that his story wouldn't be embellished.

Click, click, click——

The vibration from the chain made Blaze turn his head. The eight-legged warhorse was struggling to stand up. The mane, the symbol of a good horse, stood up, and with the swelling red muscles, it looked extremely majestic.

"Angry?"

"His-"

The eight pairs of legs of the eight-legged warhorse are like drumsticks beating war drums, using the earth as the drumhead to beat out wild and cheering drumbeats.

[Eight-legged Sleipnir LV155]

[Shuttle Z/Trampling SSS/Super Lung Capacity SSS/Kick SSS///]

"Ha, that's the benefit of living a long life." Blaze let out a sour breath.

There is a limit to how much you can use skill points to improve your proficiency, which can only go up to A. What follows is a long, seemingly endless process of using skills to accumulate proficiency.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will take a hundred years to break through the A proficiency and reach the next level. In other words, humans will never be able to break through the limit of skill proficiency unless there is an opportunity.

Blaze's only two proficiency S, [Curse of the Moon], was obtained by absorbing negative states, and the remaining [Leo Z] was also obtained from the Nemean Giant.

Unlike his coincidence, the stranger seemed to have other ways to break through, but that was a real strategic secret and would not be easily revealed.

To be honest, Blaze, who had used the God Card before, had felt the power of Proficiency Z, which fundamentally changed a skill.

The most basic and simple skill [translation] has evolved into the ability to communicate with all things and even read the hidden metaphors in breathing.

The source of power for the eight-legged horse that can travel through all worlds and thus become truly immortal is undoubtedly [Travel Z].

Blaze shook the chain in his hand, staring at the eight-legged warhorse while speaking to the chicken.

"I said, it's been a while since I gave you a gift."

"It's been a while. Can I choose a gift?" Chicken understood what Blaze meant in an instant, and leaned on Blaze in a posture he didn't know how to learn, and circled Blaze's chest with the feathers on the tip of his wings.

"I see there's a lot of good stuff on that horse. How about those?"

The chicken was probably trying to learn how to act coquettishly and rely on the female, but unfortunately she was too big and hairy, and half of Blaze's body disappeared in the feathers.

Amaterasu sneezed when the feather tickled her nose, then she wiped her nose with her fingers and fell into a sweet sleep again.

"She seemed to have sprayed snot onto my neck!?"

Blaze covered his mouth and screamed silently. Originally, he still felt a little proud and ambiguous deep in his heart. He thought this state was pretty good. The boyish heart was filled with pink bubbles, but a snot bubble made him fall into reality.

The goddess may not have the three urgent needs, but she will drool and sneeze.

The so-called life is to turn beautiful fantasies into reality bit by bit.

"Aha--"

Blaze sighed hard, and pulled the chain with his right hand. The eight-legged horse that was about to escape stumbled and fell to the ground again. He told the eight-legged horse with his actions that if it wanted to escape, it had to get past him first.

[Silver King/Amaterasu], the body of a moon wolf that devoured the sun. But judging from the changes in its own attributes, it is no less than the attributes obtained by using the God Card and the skills of various proficiency Z.

Although Amaterasu no longer has the dignified beauty of a goddess, her numerical beauty is still there.

……

"What a shabby palace it is. It looks like rotten meat crawling with maggots. It doesn't look like a place where a mistress should live at all."

The sudden voice in [Palace Elyudnir] made the male servant's eyes sharpen, and the maid closed her eyes and stretched out her hand to block Hela.

“Badur? This is the first time you have taken the initiative to talk to me since you fell into the underworld of Helheim.” Hela raised her head and glanced at him, but then continued to enjoy her feast.

"How does it feel to fall from the throne of heaven into carrion?"

"It feels good. Everything here is fresh to me. I won't get bored even in another two hundred years." Balder's voice did not sound like a prisoner at all. Instead, it sounded like an emperor on a private visit.

"But the guest who visited you today made me think that I should do something, such as giving you more food, such as panic and confusion. Do you think the dead can still have diseases?"

“What do you want to do?” Hela narrowed her eyes and put down the plate heavily.

"Let's make a deal."

“A good deal for everyone.”

Chapter 507: Dead Sun!

"Deal? Then you should leave."

Just hearing the word "deal", Hela slammed the plate hard with her dinner knife, and the expression on her face became extremely cold.

"Didn't you accept my brother's deal? Why are you resisting when it comes to me?"

Click, click, click——

With the sound of chains being dragged, the gray-white man slowly walked into the palace. His limbs were pierced by chains that looked like the spines of some animals, and he was a miserable prisoner.

"Looking closer, you're really ugly now. Although you were gloomy before, at least you looked like a goddess. Now, tsk tsk tsk."

He was a prisoner, but he appeared calm and composed in front of the warden. His young face even showed undisguised disgust and ridicule towards the warden.

Veins popped out on the forehead of the slow-moving servant Gunrat, but he couldn't utter a word.

Because the gray man in front of him is Balder, the incarnation of the dead sun in the underworld of Helheim. The importance of a sun to a world is self-evident.

“What do you want to do?” Hela raised her eyes. This action was quite difficult for her. The accumulated flesh on her face almost made it impossible for her to open her eyes.

"I want to leave Helm."

“That’s impossible.” Hela answered firmly.

Balder shrugged nonchalantly. He already knew Hela's answer, so he was prepared on how to break Hela's determination.

"I know you don't want to let me go because you want to turn Helm into a normal world, and for that you need the sun to awaken life. But I have no intention of cooperating. I will stay in the sky and use my light to torture this land and the dead on it."

"Of course, don't misunderstand me. I'm not threatening you. I'm stating the facts." Balder raised his hand, showing the bone spur chain running through his palm. "Helm left me here, but that doesn't mean you can order me to do anything."

"The mistress of Helm's underworld? You are nothing more than a prisoner."

Balder's provocation in the name of stating the facts shook the air in the palace, and the source was Hela in the center of the palace.

"Even if I am a prisoner, you must not forget what kind of god I am."

"I won't cooperate, and I will never cooperate!" Bader raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but the smile on his face became even wider.

"So how about we compromise? Replace it with a kind, obedient sun that can bring life to Helm's underworld."

Balder's words made the air in the palace stagnant. The servant Gunrat couldn't help but look back at Hela, but he didn't seek an answer. Instead, he tried to stop her with his eyes.

Everyone present knew what Balder would say next, but Hela remained silent. After waiting for a long time, Hela slowly spoke.

"Go on."

"Want me to tell you? You are really a fool." Balder shook his hands, causing the skeleton chains to make a rattling, irritating sound.

It was like the sound of a lock being slowly opened.

Balder is opening a box, and inside the box is something disgusting, yet extremely tempting.

"Sun, isn't there a sun inside Blaze? Unlike me, a beautiful and noble sun. I believe that if you tell her how miserable this world is, she will be willing to become the sun of this world under your expectant and pleading gaze."

The box is named [Hypocrisy], and it contains things such as [using any means necessary], [betrayal], [moral kidnapping], [no dignity], etc. that can easily bring success.

Hela could not hide the fact that Blaze was carrying the sun wheel on his back. As long as that sun replaced Balder, the underworld of Helheim would be able to come to life.

"But you can't open your mouth, because you know clearly that no one is willing to stay in this rotten place, let alone the noble-dressed sun god. Once rejected, there will be no future." Balder stroked his empty left eye, as if omniscience still resided in it.

"At this time, I want to make a deal with you. As long as I remain in the sky of Helheim, it will be meaningless even if you really beg for a new sun, so let's make a deal that goes with the flow."

"You promised me freedom, and I came to do everything for you."

This sounds like a good deal. Hela doesn't need to do anything, or even anything. Balder will do whatever it takes to gain his freedom, and morally blackmailing Blaze is just one of the inevitable steps.

But Balder deliberately came to the palace and told him about his escape plan under the pretext of a deal. This made no sense, it was just to make Hela an accomplice.

Although he intended more to stir up conflict between Hela and Blaze, he enjoyed the feeling that everything was under control.

Balder had a warm smile on his face, without any gloom on his face, but the empty hole in his left eye looked particularly terrifying.

"I understand you. This underworld of Helm is not only your prison, but also your growth environment. You don't have to take care of the dead, but you took on responsibilities that don't belong to you and became like this."