I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 558 Ice Wind and Military Edge

The futuristic city of Asgard rushed past beneath her feet. But the deathly silence of the empty streets reminded Feng Xue of some fantasy works she had read in her previous life, works about "humans suddenly disappearing."

"They can't all be hiding because they knew I was coming, can they? Do I have that much influence? Besides, wasn't it Asgard who started the trouble first? If they hadn't bothered me, I'd still be drinking bubble tea on the street right now!"

Feng Xue was completely baffled by Asgard's current state, but that didn't stop him from continuing his journey toward Valhalla.

To complete Ragnarok, one could simply demolish a few cities, but Feng Xue is not a man of indiscriminate killing. If he is not provoked, he will generally not kill.

But now, he desperately wants to complete the half-finished achievement in his mind. What should he do?

Oh, what a coincidence! Asgard just happens to have a place where you can kill freely without worrying about the consequences.

Legend has it that the souls of those who died in battle are taken to Valhalla, where they eat, drink, sleep well, and fight non-stop every day. It's not acting, but a life-or-death struggle. But they don't really die here. No matter how many times they die, they will be resurrected. Isn't this perfect for Feng Xue to farm Ragnarok?
"By the way, Fina, give me a new look. I remember that Valhalla mainly fought Fenrir in Ragnarok, so give me a wolf-themed outfit!"

Upon hearing Feng Xue's request, Fina didn't resist much, or rather, this way she could feel more involved. With a slight electric current coursing through her cells, Feng Xue's clothing began to change noticeably.

A fur coat made of nano-units draped over her body, and a pair of wolf ears emerged from the top of Feng Xue's head. With subtle adjustments, the distribution of Feng Xue's muscles changed.

Different muscle layouts have a huge impact on fighting style. The ratio of red to white muscle determines whether a person is good at explosive power or endurance, which is why people who are good at sprinting are not suitable for long-distance running.

Although for Feng Xue at the moment, this level of fine-tuning is not as significant as the impact of an amplification spell on her fighting style, the still-forming "third crown" of Ghidorah has indeed undergone a change due to the change in her own condition.

"We're almost there!" Little Bell's voice rang in my mind. Looking at the forest that suddenly appeared ahead, I knew it must be the legendary "Glasier".

With his target within reach, Feng Xue suddenly slowed down. He adjusted his breathing slightly, and the divine soul that draped the Three Enclosures and Four Symbols over his body in his sea of ​​consciousness underwent a transformation. All the stars in the heavens unfolded from his sea of ​​consciousness, and Feng Xue seemed to transform into the starry sky.

The flame of the Heart Candle emitted a bright light, and a star fell into his palm, transforming into intertwined lightning and fire. This spell, which had been optimized countless times, was completed in an instant, and a longsword with lightning as its core and burning with raging flames was held in his hand.

In an instant, the third crown in his mind solidified a bit more. That's right, Ragnarok, how could it be complete without the Blazing Demon Sword?!

But the moment the Thunderfire Sword was completed, the previously hot weather suddenly turned cold. A cold wind blew by, and the environment that was clear and sunny just a second ago was covered by a blizzard.

Lead-gray clouds obscured the sky, and the biting wind, like millions of icy blades, swept across the forests, the wilderness, and the cities.

The air temperature plummeted, and even the space itself seemed to become sticky and stagnant under this extreme cold!
Feng Xue, who was about to take another step, froze, as the Thunderfire Sword in her hand could not provide any warmth.

"Looks like a big guy has arrived!" Feng Xue's eyes showed no fear, but were filled with fighting spirit. The Thunderfire Sword in his hand was level with his eyes, and the entire world was divided into eight trigrams in his eyes.

All the stars in the heavens are arranged on it, with itself as the center, and then it will place its pieces on the heavens!
A desolate, distant horn-like sound, seemingly from the ancient Ice Age, pierced the biting wind and echoed across the wasteland! Accompanying the horn's sound, the thick, leaden-gray clouds seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, revealing a chilling sight beneath—

A silent army, like a silhouette frozen in the river of time, stands quietly above the clouds!
They are not made of flesh and blood, but are undead knights made of pure ice, shadows, and the will of winter!

They were clad in ancient armor, rusted yet still exuding a terrifying aura, and rode skeletal warhorses made of ice and shadow. At the very front of this extremely grim ghost army, a figure stood as imposing as a mountain.

He rode atop a colossal horse that was several times larger than the other skeletal warhorses, its body sculpted from obsidian, its hooves burning with pale, icy flames. But compared to this imposing warhorse, he himself appeared rather plain.

The heavy hooded cloak seemed to conceal all majesty, leaving only two mysterious scarlet accents.

An indescribable aura, like the concentrated chill of winter in the entire North, weighed heavily on Feng Xue's heart. He could clearly sense that the other party didn't even see him as an enemy, but rather...

prey!

"Wild Hunt..."

As the name came to mind, Odin, the Wild Hunt, above the clouds, slowly raised his hand holding the black ice spear.

There were no words, no announcements, just a simple gesture—the spearhead pointed at Feng Xue in the desolate wasteland below.

boom--! ! !
The ghost cavalry formation behind him was so perfectly aligned, with countless spears standing upright like a forest, all pointing forward almost simultaneously!
The next moment, the entire army, like a collapsing glacier, carrying a soul-freezing wind, a storm of ice blades that tore through space, and a terrifying charge that could crush stars, poured down from the clouds towards Feng Xue!

This is no longer a siege by the reserves; it is a reenactment of the apocalyptic scene from mythology! It is the charge of the Wild Hunt!

"It's interesting!"

Despite feeling the suffocating, icy rush of the attack, Feng Xue wore a slightly sickly smile.

He casually grabbed a handful of bean powder from his Heavenly Bag, and the dragon tooth soldiers, formed by mixing the power of Tai Su with the willpower of Ghidorah, instantly formed ranks—

The Tai Su, which could turn stone into gold, endowed the Dragon Tooth Soldiers with shields that could withstand everything. Ghidorah's God of Destruction endowed the Dragon Tooth Soldiers with indestructible spears. Starlight fell into the bodies of the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, and the knowledge that had been integrated with the experience of countless Ziwei Cantong Qi cultivators in the Underworld began to unfold. The moment the Ghost Army of the Wild Hunt arrived in front of them, Feng Xue's Star God Army was also declared complete!

"kill!"

Before the words were even finished, the two legions were already locked in battle!
(End of this chapter)