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"My entry into Helheim's underworld was an illusory fate. You can face the torture of gnawing at the negative emotions of the dead with indifference, but you felt relieved the moment I fell into Helheim's underworld, right?"

Balder ignored the guarded movements of the male and female servants, stepped forward like a musical actor performing on stage, and raised his hand.

"The day of liberation is just around the corner, and you don't even know how to write the word hope. You see hope, but the hope that is right in front of you but cannot be obtained no matter what is the real torture."

"How long do I have to hold on before I can be free? How long do I have to be hungry?"

Balder's voice was shrill and hoarse, like a woman in grief, as if she was singing into Hela's heart. But then Balder suddenly turned his head, and his only remaining eye widened as if it was about to fall out.

"What a shame! I can at least torture this earth for another ten thousand years!"

"You!" The servant Gunrat came to Balder in an instant, and the dagger in his hand pierced Balder's throat.

Balder kept smiling and even took the initiative to move closer. The servant Gunrat immediately stopped and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"You have to be careful. If I die in the world of death, I will be reduced to ashes. Then, the chance of survival that I could have gotten in ten thousand years might be gone."

Bader very considerately extended his hand towards the servant Gunrat, but the moment he got close to Gunrat, he slapped Gunrat on the face, leaving a bloody mark on Gunrat's face with the bone spur on his palm.

"In order to free ourselves, let's be despicable villains together."

Balder turned around and looked at Hela, with a teasing and amusing smile on his face.

"Hela, the goddess of death."

Chapter 508 Reality

"You bastard, be quiet for a moment!"

Blaze strangled the eight-legged warhorse in a stranglehold. In the past, he would never have directly confronted a LV155 monster in strength, but now he did it with ease.

Although Amaterasu fell into a deep sleep, her power continued to burst out from Blaze's belly. The [Moon Goddess Curse], which could only be activated under the moon in the past, entered a permanent state because Amaterasu's power was reflected as moonlight by the silver blood.

As long as he transforms into a silver werewolf, Blaze can enter his strongest state, and his attributes alone can suppress the eight-legged warhorse.

But unfortunately, the eight-legged warhorse was also very stubborn and refused to surrender. Even when Blaze reluctantly revealed his identity as the son of Odin, the eight-legged warhorse completely ignored him.

The chicken gave a serious bad idea, thinking that Blaze's attitude was not sincere enough, which made the eight-legged horse think he was pretending. Blaze had to bite the bullet and explain his identity with a sincere attitude, but the eight-legged horse answered Blaze with his own attitude.

It was a series of fierce kicks from horse hooves, causing sparks to fly from Blaze's armor.

"Ok."

Blaze grabbed the eight-legged horse's head with both hands and pulled hard, causing a gust of wind. The eight-legged horse calmed down and slowly fell to the ground. Its huge body gradually turned into dust and disappeared.

[Foot of Sleipnir]

【Lungs of Sleipnir】

[The Curse of the Evil God]

……

"Dead?" Blaze took a look at the Nogan item displayed by the blessing. He was not surprised that the eight-legged warhorse was destroyed.

The eight-legged warhorse's immortality comes from its ability to travel through all worlds. From birth to death is like falling into a world, and the eight-legged warhorse can return to the world of the living by traveling through worlds.

But there is no world below the world of death, so the eight-legged warhorse with nowhere to go was naturally destroyed.

To be honest, the eight-legged warhorse is a very difficult monster to deal with. There is no place except the Death World where you can truly kill the eight-legged warhorse.

Fortunately, the Ouroboros' growth rate trapped the eight-legged horse in the underworld of Helheim, otherwise Blaze would not know how to defeat the eight-legged horse.

[Foot of Sleipnir]

[It carries Sleipnir's power to travel between worlds. Unfortunately, this power cannot be extracted by making props. This is just a trophy for war decoration.]

It was expected that the power of the Eight-legged Warhorse could not be used directly. Generally speaking, this dropped material could only serve as a souvenir for defeating the Eight-legged Warhorse. However, the power of the Night Watcher could turn decay into magic, perfectly inheriting the power in the bones to the chicken.

"It would be fine if you just listened to me." Blaze put away the materials. All he had to do next was find a chance to equip the chicken with the materials, and then he could head to the underground world.

The purpose of coming to the underworld of Helheim has been accomplished, and Blaze should have been able to leave now. But...

The dead sun in the sky no longer screamed, but it still continued to emit light that scorched the earth.

"If strangers saw this, they would definitely look for people everywhere and ask if there was anything they could help with." Blaze rode on the chicken and gently clamped his legs around the chicken's body.

Blaze didn't go directly to the palace to report, but instead searched for the Heroic Warriors who had been blown away by the aftermath of the battle. When Marika knew he was going to Helm, she specifically asked him to check on the group of people.

The Einherjar's situation wasn't good; Helheim couldn't compare to the environment of Valhalla. The moment they saw Blaze, they started complaining about this and that, and unsurprisingly, their main complaint was the lack of alcohol.

But when they were asked whether they wanted to leave, they hesitated. Obviously, they were serious about entering Helheim to atone for their sins, but the harsh environment of Helheim was also real.

After enjoying the treatment in Valhalla, entering Helheim was like falling from heaven to hell. Although they did fall from the warrior's heaven to hell.

"You guys are really too real." Blaze complained helplessly, and took out the [Tang Monk Flesh] that dropped in the golden forest from the warehouse and handed it to this group of heroic warriors.

At the beginning, the Einherjar were quite resistant. Among them, a Einherjar named Singer was like an ascetic. He was the only one who did not complain about the harsh environment of Helheim.

"This, this is!" Singh's eyes lit up after just one bite. He wanted to write a poem on the spot to praise the golden piece of meat in his hand, but unfortunately he had a low level of education and could not say anything nutritious.

"It can almost bring the dead back to life!"

"After all, this is the raw material for the [Longevity Porridge]." Blaze took out a lot of [Tang Monk Meat] and let these guys satisfy their appetite. He defeated many golden cicadas, so the amount of [Tang Monk Meat] was a lot.

"If you eat these things, you must answer my questions truthfully."

In addition to Marika's instructions, Blaze also has other purposes, which is to inquire about the situation in the underworld of Helheim with the Heroic Warriors.

So far, Hela has always maintained a polite distance, and only used [Transaction] to communicate with him. She did not make any more active requests, and naturally would not tell him more.

The heroic warriors bragged about themselves while eating Tang Monk's flesh, but the only things these grown men could brag about, apart from defeating monsters, were the beauties they saw.

To Blaze's surprise, the beautiful woman mentioned by the Heroic Warriors was Hela.

"Are you trying to get yourself a good treatment by flattering me?" Blaze felt that he had misjudged this group of heroic warriors with thick eyebrows and big eyes. They had just arrived in the underworld of Helheim and they had surrendered like this.

"But the goddess Hela has great power. This is called powerful beauty."

Blaze found that he had no right to blame the Heroic Warriors. After all, he also thought that Amaterasu's numbers were beautiful, so he could ignore the embarrassing things about Amaterasu such as drooling and sneezing.

"Oh, when I was in Valhalla, I heard that the goddess Hela would ride on a warship made of dead people's fingernails and carry giants to attack Asgard."

“Is this true? Goddess Hela’s power has been weakened to that extent. Can she still do such a thing?”

“Weak? Wasn’t she always like this?” Blaze heard the key words, “Has Hela been affected by something?”

"That's because too many curses have accumulated in the body, causing the body to be unable to move as if it was carrying a heavy weight." Singer said vaguely while biting the [Tang Monk Meat], "Although the goddess Hela feeds on the hunger of the entire Helm Underworld to enhance her own strength, excessive overeating will turn hunger into poison for the body."

"I see... It's a curse. In other words, if the curse is lifted, the goddess Hela will regain her power and become the true mistress of the underworld of Helm."

Blaze pinched his chin thoughtfully.

Chapter 509: It's not that I have no morals, I'm just very clear-headed

When Blaze arrived at the Palace of Eleudnir, he smelled something ominous in the air.

The male servant Gunrat and the female servant Gunraot stood side by side, holding weapons that looked like cleaning tools.

After seeing the hideous scars on Gunrat's face, Blaze walked over as if he didn't notice the hostile stance between the two, and patted Gunrat on the shoulder as they passed by.

"Leave it to me next."

Gunrat clenched the weapon in his hand repeatedly, and finally closed his eyes in pain.

"It seems I'm late." Blaze turned his eyes and saw the gray dead sun Balder who did not hide his presence at all.

"Hi~" Facing the enemy who killed him and sent him to the underworld of Helheim, Balder waved and greeted him with a cheerful smile.

"You want Amaterasu to replace Balder." Blaze started the topic directly and gave a direct answer that surprised everyone, "I won't give it to you."

It was not strange for Blaze to refuse or agree, but it was a bit surprising that he answered so quickly and decisively. Because this was different from the impression Blaze left on them. Normally, Blaze would hesitate and struggle for a long time before making a decision.

"Of course, if you want to rob me, I won't let you succeed."

"Then are you going to turn a blind eye to the tragedy of Helheim? The poor people can't even rest in peace after death, and they suffer from hunger and dryness." Balder staggered in front of Blaze.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't hate Blaze. Just having his limbs pierced by nails and being tied up in the underworld of Helheim like a beast had already made him scream in anger, not to mention the twisted feeling in his heart after seeing Blaze's current glorious appearance.

But his anger was fierce enough to calm down and even smile.

Physical revenge is meaningless, only inner torture can relieve his hatred.

"Why are you, the one who made Helheim worse, blaming me? If you had just risen and fallen honestly, wouldn't this land have come back to life long ago?"

Blaze's calm expression and calm answer made Balder stunned. Because according to Blaze's bloody appearance before, he should have clenched his fists and was entangled in whether to put down the sun on his back for the underworld of Helm.

He showed up here just to see the choice that would hurt Blaze no matter what he chose.

Now Balder didn't know how to go on.

"But I will definitely not ignore it. I will think of other ways."

"You hypocritical guy, all you have to do is kill me and let the guy on your back take my place." Balder couldn't wait to respond to Blaze's words, opened his arms and generously exposed his chest to Blaze.

"Let alone blessing me now, I don't even have much strength. It won't take much effort to kill me now."

Blaze took a step to the side, looked at Hela and pointed at Baldur.

"Did this guy ever really possess omniscience? It feels just like a fool."

“If Odin knew, he would regret it so much that he would toss and turn in sleep.” Hela glanced at Balder who was in a stiff state, and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief with difficulty.

"This guy decided that there was no way to defeat you, so he decided to use mental pollution instead. He also planned to use me as your enemy, but I have to admit that he almost made me tempted by his former omniscience."

"Almost?" There was a slight twist on Balder's amiable face, but he remained calm.

"Ahaha~ Which sentence is wrong?"

Hela did not answer Balder's question, but looked directly at Blaze.

"Do you like Helm?"

Balder felt a slight sting in his empty left eye. Here, "like" was the correct answer and the one that would win the most favor.

"It's so annoying." Blaze crossed his arms over his chest, and his answer was so shocking that the chickens next to him widened their eyes and whispered that you were going to die.

"Isn't this natural? I'm a living person. Isn't it normal for me to hate the world of death?"

Hela tapped the plate with her dinner knife, her face expressionless. She did not react to Blaze's answer, but continued to ask: "Can you understand me?"

"I was thrown into this world of death when I was born, and I can only feed on hunger. But the number of dead keeps increasing, and even I can't bear it anymore. I can ignore the extra hunger, but this is my home after all. I decided to pick up my name and become the mistress of this place."

"I cursed Odin and hated the glorious Hall of Valor, so my revenge was to turn Helheim into a true paradise. To make the living give up dying in battle and choose to end their lives peacefully in order to enter Helheim."

"It doesn't matter how fat I become, how ugly I become, or what means I use. I was born a monster anyway."

Balder laughed, and at this time he had to answer that he understood, indicating that he could put himself in the other person's shoes.

“I don’t understand.”

Blaze's answer made Chicken lose color. She had listened to elf gossip stories for so many years, but she had never seen such an explosive and suicidal answer.

"I understand you. I think this is the most frivolous thing to say in this world." Blaze looked at Hela and talked about his own life experience.

An orphan, but not growing up alone, walking on the streets ordinary but with inferiority complex, leading a life day after day.

Then his fate changed. He came into contact with more people, became famous, even glorious. He was very popular among strangers, and royal nobles could meet him at will. He even had the title of god.

He is a happy, extremely joyful person.

"How can I possibly understand you and put myself in your shoes? It would be foolish to just say I understand you."

Blaze said it very seriously, and it was also his true thoughts. The only thing he could think of in another person's shoes was that he, an ordinary person, accidentally exposed his inner inferiority and jealousy, and the other person said to him "I understand you".

It was painful just to think about it, and this answer was as if what he was thinking was no big deal.

A being like Hela, who has spent countless years in the underworld of Helheim, has long been accustomed to moving forward alone. How could lies like "I understand you" and "I can understand how you feel" be useful?

“Ha, ha ha—” Hela suddenly burst into laughter. It seemed that this was the first time laughter was heard since the palace was built. Many dead people pushed open the door and looked in curiously.

Balder's face suddenly changed. All the words he said to seduce Hela collapsed because of his casual words "I understand you".

“Haa——” After Hela had laughed enough, she looked at Balder, whose expression was gradually distorted, with a mocking look.

"You really are cursed by the omniscience until your death."

Chapter 510: The Indifferent Map Pusher

"so what?"

Balder's facial muscles seemed to have died, and he was frozen in a smiling state. Only his hollow and hideous left eye was twitching constantly.