Marvel With Zanpakuto

Viking song echoed in the underworld.

The aurora shining in the night sky, accompanied by the soft hum of the goddess of death, was sent to the grave of the great goddess of death!

A blazing, dazzling white light, riding on the echoing ancient song, riding the brilliant aurora, like a meteor blessed by God, tore through the horizon of Helheim, and crashed directly into Hela, who was waiting for death with her eyes closed.

However, at this moment!

In the horizon far away, an unparalleled light suddenly rose, and with a speed several times faster than a white meteor, it swept across the sky and arrived in front of Hela in the nick of time!

The blazing white light directly collided with the light!

Rumble

The sea of clouds rolled like a waterfall, as if there were thousands of thunder.

A huge Heavenly Abyss spread for thousands of miles. It spread from the sky of the Underworld to the depths of the horizon. The shattered space stirred up boundless waves of air and rolled over.

The aftermath of the huge collision of Spiritual Power seemed to have thousands of heavenly rivers flowing down in unison. The momentum was so great that it was like thunder. It spread for thousands of miles. The continuous mountains and flat earth seemed to be overturned by an indescribable force.

At this moment.

Brunhilde, Soi Fon, and T?shir? Hitsugaya looked up.

It felt as if the heavens and earth trembled and space collapsed. It was a drastic change that had never happened before, and the range that it spread out was simply unimaginable!

A moment later.

The dazzling light dimmed, and the great momentum gradually subsided.

The imagined death did not come, and Hela opened her eyes with doubt.

However, what entered her eyes was Baldur’s calm eyes and the pure white blade that pierced through her chest.

Crash…

The divine blood spilled down like lava, curling up the smoke of the cold earth.

“Baldur… Why?”

Hela’s mind instantly went blank.

She had never expected that it would actually be Baldur who had saved her.

In fact, in Odin’s big family, as the eldest sister who had been born the earliest, Hela and Baldur had a bad relationship. It could even be described as bad. After all, one was a goddess who brought death to all things, and the other was a god that symbolized light and life.

Because of this, she was shocked and puzzled.

“Heh, don’t think too highly of yourself.”

Baldur raised his hand to wipe away the blood from his lips, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable look. “Don’t forget, I’m only here to seek death, not to save you.”

Hearing this, Hela revealed a hint of relief.

Baldur’s lifelong dream was to ask someone to grant him death in order to get rid of Empress Frigga’s ‘Curse’. Now, he had taken the initiative to block this blow for her, just to fulfill his dream.

But the result might be destined to disappoint him!

Empress Frigga’s blessing magic was not something ordinary people could crack.

Perhaps in this world,

Only God King Odin had a way, but how could he kill his own son with his own hands?

“It’s useless… Baldur.”

A bitter look appeared on Hela’s face. She bit her lips and said, “Even if it was this man’s sword, it would not be able to kill you.”

“No… Hela.”

Baldur looked calm as he looked down at the Pure White Blade. A hint of relief flashed across his eyes. “I can feel that my soul is dissipating. Your sword contains a very strange power… It can kill me!”

The last sentence was clearly directed at Lod.

“Ah, you guessed it right.”

Lod slowly pulled out the pure white blade, shook sword off the hot blood that was stained, and the back was expressionless, and the tone was calm: “Even the blessing of Empress Frigga can not stop the power of the Quincy!”

The power of the Quincy is the natural enemy of all souls!

Compared to the gentleness shown by death god’s strength, the strength of the Quincy showed destruction and extinction!

“Sure enough, no wonder I can feel… pain.” Baldur nodded and felt his life passing away little by little. His lips curved into a satisfied smile. “Finally… I can finally be free. I sincerely thank you, Lod Carl.”

“Baldur… You…”

Hela’s eyes trembled slightly. Her heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand. Intense pain spread throughout her body. “You… You are lying to me, aren’t you? You are the God of Light, and you have the blessing of Frigga. How could you die under this sword?”

Hela, who had thought that even if she watched Baldur die, she would not be able to feel any waves in her heart, suddenly had a ridiculous feeling. It was an unbearable feeling that could not be described with words. She could not accept this fact.

“I almost forgot…”

Baldur suddenly grinned. He looked at Lod and said, “Since you took my life, I hope you can let Hela go. Anyway, she can’t get out of this prison. What do you think?”

Lod frowned slightly and said, “Is this your final wish?”

“I guess so. After all, no matter what, she is still my big sister.” Baldur laughed.

“Forgive me for unable to fulfill your wish.”

Under Baldur’s expectant gaze, Lod shook his head and said, “Although I have no enmity with Hela, she and my subordinate Brunhilde are mortal enemies, so I can not spare her.”

“Valkyrie…” Baldur knew about this matter and turned his gaze to Brunhilde. “That valkyrie, I will use my own life to release the soul of all the valkyrie to exchange for her life. Is that okay?”

Brunhilde was slightly startled and subconsciously looked at Lod.

“This is your choice.”

Lod faintly smiled and indifferently said, “As my subordinate, I respect your wishes. There is no need to worry too much.”

No matter what choice Brunhilde made, it didn’t have any effect on the overall situation.

Valkyrie legion, Helheim’s Will of Hell, and Fenrir who devoured gods… Whether Hela was alive or dead was not important. What was important was that he had already obtained what he wanted!

Seeing Brunhilde still hesitating, Baldur said in a deep voice, “I, the God of Light, grant the Valkyries supreme glory. All of you are my children. You may hold the Oath of Light!”

The Oath of Light was a unique oath.

The person who held this oath was equivalent to the kin of the God of Light, possessing his power of light.

This was a promise and also the prayer of Baldur.

The last request of the person who died.

Brunhilde slowly let out a breath and said in a low voice, “I… forgive Hela.”

Baldur retracted his gaze in satisfaction and then fixed his gaze on Lod, waiting for him to make a decision.

“Since that’s the case…”

Lod narrowed his eyes and put down the sword in his hand. The blazing white wings of light behind him slowly disappeared. “Then as you wish, I will spare Hela’s life.”

“Hahaha…”

Baldur was satisfied. He closed his eyes and laughed heartily.

His laughter was filled with an indescribable heroic and free feeling.

An immortal body was not a blessing, but a curse!

His tongue could not taste any delicacy.

His skin could not feel the warmth and coldness of the climate.

In his heart, he could not feel the joy and sadness of love.

He was like a living dead, looking forward to the moment of release.

Now, it was finally here!

“Ah… Is this death?”

“Finally… I’m free”

Baldur felt relaxed like he had never felt before. His entire body was as light as a feather that was about to fly into the clouds. An extremely satisfied smile hung on his face. Finally, he slowly closed his eyes. The aura of life gradually disappeared.

[Ding —]

[Acquired: Special hollow – Soulless * 1]