Fairy’s Box

The giant roar released light and heat as if the sun was burning, engulfing everything within a few miles. Pulverized, vaporized, and completely burned to ashes.

"Ahhhh!!!"

'Miliya' raised her head and let out a shrill whine. Her hair quickly dried up and twisted, and her body was scorched black and cracked, and a strong black gas was ejected from the inside out.

In the destructive burning, she straightened her body, stretched out her hand against the impact of light and heat, her eyes gleamed with resentment, and tried to get closer to the opponent's figure, as if to penetrate miles away, The enemy was torn to pieces.

However, the huge shock wave made it difficult for 'Miliya' to move. She screamed and struggled silently, trying her best, but she just stretched out her hand to face the scorching light.

boom--!

The huge mushroom cloud rose slowly, piercing the sky and the earth, the aftermath of the giant roar released the last light and heat with an incomparably powerful gesture, and everything left by the evil **** was completely destroyed by this power.

call--!

Where 'Milia' was burned down, the visible and intangible blood light stayed in place, flickered several times, and finally showed the haunted image of Calamity, like roaring and wailing.

This ray of blood seemed to know that it was about to be destroyed. Instead of trying to escape, it rushed towards Sigurdor again. Instead of rushing straight, it pulled up and then swooped down.

"..."

The Valkyrie raised her head silently, clenched her sword in both hands, and slashed towards it—the wind whistled, and the ashes and charcoal on the ground flew up and swept past her ears.

Whoosh-!

The sword edge swept past, and at the moment when the light and shadow came into contact, the blood light exploded.

Countless long-hair-like blood-red shattered lights rose up, like blood frozen into ice. These shattered lights disintegrated as they escaped, like burnt ashes, collapsed, annihilated, and disappeared with the flash of the sword. In the wind, until as if it never existed.

...

Sigurdor had a nightmare.

She dreamed that the evil **** invaded her country, the whole earth was devastated by it, the Valkyrie fought back hard, but suffered an unprecedented loss. Even the front-line commander, Miria, was manipulated by evil forces and degenerated into the demon's minions.

As if she had experienced it firsthand, she watched this tragic scene all the way, and tried to stop it with a heart-wrenching heart, but was easily defeated by the Valkyrie who gained demonic power.

At that moment, Sigurdor felt an unprecedented sense of frustration, and she even began to hate herself, her weakness and incompetence—until she saw that bright light falling from the sky.

For a time that was as long as eternity, perhaps another moment, a golden brilliance enveloped her, as magnificent as the rising sun, as gentle as the wind. She could feel that the tide of darkness between the heavens and the earth was retreating. It was fearful and fearful. It seemed that the golden light contained a powerful power that even the evil gods could not match.

Sigurdor felt that the strong light merged with himself, the weak and incompetent ingredients were fading from the body, and the limbs were full of strength. With just a roar full of anger, Miria, who was controlled by the evil god, vanished into ashes... Victory came so easily.

"..."

The Valkyrie looked at herself, and at this moment, her field of vision shifted, as if she had become someone else's vision, observing herself three-dimensionally.

A man with pure black pupils and hair color stood behind 'Sigurut' while watching her calmly. The two figures stood facing each other in the mottled light and shadow, their smoky short hair and soft blonde hair fluttered in the wind together, like a bizarre dream.

The Valkyrie tried her best to open her eyes, but she couldn't see the face of the other party. She looked hard and finally touched his chest. At that moment, the whole world began to spin, as if it was smashed to pieces. The painting has split into countless fragments.

"hiss--!"

Sigurdor opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the blue sky above his head, the beautiful Senageu, which was releasing a holy brilliance at this moment, gradually dispelling the evil energy that was eroding the World Tree.

...

"What am I..."

The Valkyrie held her swollen head, propped her body up from the ruins, and tried to recall everything that had just happened, but only a flash of fragments remained in her mind.

"Lord Sigurdor!"

At this time, Sigurdor's subordinates flew from a distance and surrounded her with excitement.

"It's amazing, Lord Sigurdor!"

"In the beginning, I was worried to death, what would we do if you lost, but in a blink of an eye, that monster was easily defeated by you, my worry was too much!"

"You are our hero, Guardian of Gavle!"

Surrounded by her own subordinates, and the bombardment was screeching, the Valkyrie had a more severe headache. She shook her hand and looked at a few confidants in surprise:

"What are you all talking about?"

"..."

Several Valkyries looked at each other, a little understanding what she meant, one of them scratched his head and said with a confused expression:

"You defeated the fallen Miria and stopped her sabotage!"

"Eh? Me?"

Sigurd pointed to the tip of his nose with a look of disbelief.

"yes!"

The Valkyries nodded vigorously, looking at her with admiration.

"But...I don't remember at all."

Valkyrie faintly felt that this matter had nothing to do with herself, but seeing the determined eyes of her subordinates, coupled with the flashing pictures in her mind, it seemed that she really did it herself.

Could it be Odin's manifestation, or... that he has exploded with some unknown potential?

boom--!

Just then, a sudden earthquake interrupted their conversation.

"Walk!"

Sigurdor temporarily interrupted his thinking, unfolded his light wings and circled to the sky, pulled up to the top of the World Tree, and overlooked the distance from the highest point.

It was as if the bolide skyline was shooting towards the sea, and it was like an active volcano on the seabed completely erupting. A black shadow flowing with flames drew a bright trajectory on the sea. As it passed the water, she heard a low roar.

On the sea, a line of fire that spread for unknown distances just appeared on the horizon. Starting from this burning line of fire, the sea is divided into two.

At this time, the vast Baltic Sea was opened with a huge crack with no end in sight. The crack was burning with flames, like a river of sulfur leading to hell.

A giant holding a gun-shaped scepter with a flame-shaped halo on his head flew slowly from the canyon of the sea.