The final showdown between Odin and Hela begins at the highest point of the Valagar Fortress, in Odin's temple, where Odin destroyed Hela's body and soul tens of thousands of years ago, and where all grievances open, this long-lasting feud will also be completely ended.

All this is like a reincarnation of fate, full of the weight of traditional fate and a touch of romance belonging to the avenger and the hated.

On the way to the Holy Temple, at the edge of the glowing golden-red rainbow bridge, Tyrion stood in black swordsman's robes, his heavy sword in both hands, as if blocking Heimdall's path.

He knew what the Silver Heroic wanted to do, and he didn't want Heimdall to spoil Hela's feast of revenge.

That's what he, as a leader, should do.

And Heimdall, the strongest heroic spirit of the Wallagarh Fortress, also knows very well that if he wants to help his lord, he must overcome the obstacles in front of him, the death lord Tyrion. Dawnblade, the most powerful man in Azeroth, a demon king who cannot be defeated by him.

Heimdall had seen Hela before the battle began, and the death power wrapped around the body of the Queen of Hades, who had been retransformed into a pale Valkyrie, was terrifying, but compared to Tyrion, Hela's death aura was nothing to mention, and the slender man in front of him had an undead aura that was three times stronger than Hela, at least three times stronger!

Just standing in front of Tyrion in the cold of death was already an extremely difficult thing.

"Are you sure you're going to draw your sword against me?"

The High Lord asked in a low voice:

"Are you sure you have a chance of winning?"

"Knort"

Heimdall's thunder greatsword in his hand jumped with a blue lightning storm, he held the sword in both hands, and aimed the blade at the big lord in front of him, his steel body was 7 meters tall, while the big lord was only 2 meters, it looked like a giant was about to bully a little man.

"I don't know."

The Silver Heroic Spirit said in a deep voice:

"But I have to go! It doesn't matter who's in my way! ”

"Oh, voluntarism?"

Tyrion pursed his lips, his black-gloved fingers clasped the hilt of the Ember Bringer's sword, and with a soft thud, the heavy blade was pulled out of the strangely shaped scabbard, and a dull streamer danced on the blade, and with the movement of the Great Lord's wrist, a black sword shadow appeared in the air that the Ashbringer strewkled through, and finally returned to the flat blade.

"You heroes, these titans, have an anachronistic pride, as if your iron bodies were born nobler than flesh and blood, as if everything you do is just, and that unwarranted arrogance is disgusting, as is Odin, and so are the warriors under his command"

Between the flow of the main force of the Great Leader, several death runes on the blade of the Ash Messenger were lit up one by one, making this black blade linger with a faint blue light, which looked very beautiful, just like a heavy sword blade made of crystal, and a trace of cold air also drifted on the blade, and soon turned into a substantial cold, sweeping through the dead hall like the wind, and once again blessed the hall with gloomy frost.

"Don't make yourself look like a bitter and vengeful weakling, and don't put the aura of a villain on my head!"

The High Lord looked at Heimdall in front of him, and he said to the Silver Immortal:

"Before the war, I warned you, I gave you my kindness, but you yourself refused, and this war happened not because I was brutal, but because you were on the wrong path! War is my way of preaching, and I believe that it can effectively correct your thinking. ”

"You see, my plans for the world have already begun! I've lit up my logo! In the scorching sun, my lights show the world what I hope will be the future of the rats hidden in the shadows, and I drown them all with death! All the rats."

"You guys!"

Tyrion pursed his lips and said disdainfully:

"It's going to be the last one!"

This strange explanation did not calm the anger in Heimdall's heart, but made the silver heroic spirit even more angry, as a natural Titan creation, Heimdall lacks a mode of emotional thinking, he is like other Titan creations, always chooses the most rational thinking, and in his opinion, everything Odin does is to protect the world, and they are righteous.

But Tyrion sees the sacrifices they make for the world as rats struggling in the dark, which infuriates Heimdall completely.

"Impudent!"

Like the most skilled warrior, the Silver Immortal swung his greatsword and unleashed a swift charge at the Great Lord who was haunted by darkness with a fierce battle cry, a substantial red rage wrapped around the Heroic Spirit's body, making Heimdall look like a true god in the flash of thunder.

In the legend of the Viku people, he is also a member of the gods.

"Feel the power of creation!"

"Wow"

The thunder sword entwined by the storm and thunder slashed towards the Great Lord like a swift lightning, and the heavy sword wind brought up by Heimdall's heroic power blew up the Great Lord's long hair, and Tyrion took a step forward in the face of the falling sword light, and in the full force of death, the Great Lord's body collided quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he became a giant as tall as Heimdall.

The heavy ash messenger in his hand crossed a black trajectory, from the bottom to the top, accurately blocking the giant sword cut down by the silver heroic spirit, in a tooth-aching collision, the terrifying anti-shock force was transmitted to the heroic spirit's hands through the thunder sword, tearing his steel fingers apart, the great lord's blow was merciless, between the flips of his wrists, the dazzling thunder greatsword in Heimdall's hand came out of his hand, and pierced into the outside of the battlefield of the two giants between the roars.

With a successful blow, the High Lord's free right hand reached forward, and in an instant, it hit Heimdall's neck, and the runic light shining outside the body of the Heroic Warrior and the heavy energy shield were torn apart like tissue paper, and the darkness shining on the Great Lord's fingers, and the violent impact of the thunder, between the sparks of scorching energy, the powerful silver heroic spirit was easily lifted into the air.

Tyrion looked at Heimdall struggling in his hands, his five fingers tightening little by little, the cold power seeping into the steel body of the Heroic Spirit, stifling the power he was constantly trying to explode, making him weak, leaving him like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Bang"

The golden helmet on Heimdall's head was thrown on the frozen ground, and the Grand Lord dragged him by the neck without saying a word, as if he were tugging at a corpse, dragging the struggling and increasingly weakened Heimdall to the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, beyond the bridge composed entirely of golden-red light, and between the cold clouds that surged under the night, the entire Stormfjord, awakened by the war, could be faintly seen.

In the darkness of the earth, there was a sparkling fire, and it was the mortals who were watching the twilight of the gods, the Viku people, the Viku people who believed in Odin as a god, they might be praying, maybe they were fearing, maybe they were trying to understand the terrible scene in front of them with the minds of mortals.

And they will soon see the scene of Valhalla, which belongs to the gods in myths and legends, falling from the sky.

Yes, not too far.

"Odin chooses heroic souls from mortals to fill his legions."

The High Lord looked at the dark world below, where he had come, and he seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he were speaking to Heimdall, who was getting weaker and weaker:

"He doesn't trust mortals of flesh and blood, he just sees them as lambs, wrapping his cold will with fantastical and epic stories, he doesn't care about the life or death of these mortals at all, he only wants the soul of a heroic warrior, that's the only thing he needs mortals to sacrifice but that's the soul!"

"It was the most magnificent miracle that a world could bring"

"The few Viku can't satisfy him anymore, right?"

Tyrion turned his head to look at Heimdall, who was imprisoned by death in his hand, he looked at the silver Heroic Spirit, and he whispered:

"He's planning to take his Heroic Rite out into the world! He's been ready to do this for a long time, and that's the biggest difference between him and the other Guardians, I know that! ”

"If it weren't for Hela accidentally imprisoning him, I'm afraid that every civilization in Azeroth now, like the Viku, would still be stuck in the most primitive and barbaric clan era, Odin needs these mortals to remain savage, he needs them to go through hardships, he needs them to grow into the souls he desires, and then die in some senseless battle to become his heroic spirits."

"You do want to protect the world, Heimdall, but the way you save it is to make the world back to ignorance and barbarism! Let the flames of war burn freely in this world, so that you may have more souls, more heroic souls."

"Why, you ask?"

"Just let me be here, in your holy and filthy temple, and let me tell you why!"

"Click"

The steel of Heimdall's neck was torn apart by the High Lord's clenched fingers, and the silver Heroic Spirit let out a roar of pain, like a suppressed beast, his silver eyes staring at Tyrion with indifference, and the High Lord looked at him with indifference:

"I won't allow it!"

"I will not allow this world to be warned, and I will not allow this world to return to ignorance! We weren't all the way from the start! ”

"And you! Look at you, Heimdall, you were born a "god", and nothing in your rational and cold life is earned by your own efforts, you know? In my eyes, you and your Odin are just losers who don't understand the difficulties of the world, you don't care at all how difficult it is for flesh and blood to reproduce, you don't understand how precious a soul is, and you can't understand the weight of civilization at all! ”

"So, I'm going to take away everything you were born to have, but it's not just for plunder, maybe it'll make you grow a little better."

In the indifferent voice of the Great Lord, a crystal bottle full of strange purple light shook the tip of his fingers, and in that bottle was a power completely different from death, full of ** and corrosive meaning, he shook the bottle in front of Heimdall's eyes, and he said in the ear of the silver Heroic Spirit like a best friend:

"You're a warrior, so I won't kill you, and I won't take your soul. This thing, this is a "small gift" from one of my subordinates who is not very worrying, it is the source sample of the flesh curse that spread the world back then, its dose is small, but it is enough to corrupt a high-level titan creation like you"

The High Lord's voice seemed to foretell a terrible future, causing the Silver Heroic Spirit to begin to struggle frantically, but was easily suppressed by the High Lord on the ground next to the Rainbow Bridge with one hand.

"Bang"

The purple crystal bottle was shattered, and the purple streamer rushed into Heimdall's broken body, and the next moment, the Great Lord let go of the hand that suppressed him, but Heimdall couldn't get up and fight back, the flesh curse that belonged to the void was rapidly eating away at his powerful steel body and his strength, he put his hands in front of him in horror, but saw that the originally cold and solid steel body was being infected by the void, quickly transforming into weak flesh and blood.

"No !!"

Heimdall held his head and screamed in pain, but the next moment, the Great Lord swung his foot and kicked the Heroic Spirit who was transforming flesh and blood off the Rainbow Bridge, he looked at the Odin warrior who fell to the earth in the night wind, his cold voice echoed in the ears of Heimdall who was falling quickly:

"I'm a titan creation for your good."

"From now on, you will become a flesh and blood body that you look down on, you will live again as a mortal, no matter what you want, you have to learn to fight for yourself, it will be a difficult process, but it is also a very fruitful process."

Perhaps, you will also know the true weight of a life, a soul, and then you will know that you are wrong, and you will know how cruel you and your Odin have done! How crazy! ”

The Great Lord stood at the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, he held the black heavy sword in both hands, and with a silent gaze, he looked at the sky in the dark night, because of the high-speed friction with the air, when it fell, it brought up a dazzling fire that tore through the night, like watching the fiery red meteor fall into the earth.

He turned, took his sword, and stepped onto the rainbow bridge that shone with a golden red light, and the moment it dissipated, the Great Lord also sent his last blessing to the venerable but somewhat foolish warrior.

"Live as a mortal, Heimdall"

"As a member of this world, you will have the privilege of seeing the day when this suffering world will be completely saved"

"It won't be too far!"