After a fierce battle, Hao Ren finally succeeded in cutting off the head of an Asgardian warrior. But with a clang of metal, there was only an empty armor on the ground.
There was nothing inside the armor.
Seeing this, Hao Ren was not too shocked because he had vaguely sensed something in the battle just now. At this time, he just muttered to himself, "Sure enough … I knew something was wrong."
However, the armor that had its "head" chopped off did not completely "die". It kept jumping on the ground, and dazzling electric currents jumped between the cracks of the rusted and deformed metal plates. After a seemingly self-repairing process, the steel shell actually stood up again, and it did not look for its head. It just shook its body and pounced again.
"Holy moly … it's not dead yet?" Hao Ren was a little surprised this time, but he did not panic. He straightened his spear and parried the dangerous alloy sword in the enemy's hand. Then he swung the sword again, this time at the enemy's limbs.
As the Godslayer flew up and down, the armor was finally completely disassembled into pieces.
Almost at the same time, Lily, who was not far away, also pounced on another Asgardian guard with her agility and strength. She was now completely enraged, roaring like a primitive beast. She tore the armor on the enemy's chest with her sharp claws, and at the same time, lowered her head to use her fangs. But her movements stopped abruptly because after tearing off the armor on the chest, all she saw was an empty metal cavity.
The husky maiden, who was a little confused because of her anger, was a little confused. She tilted her head and let out a "woof" before she finally realized what was going on. "Arf! Mr. Landlord, this thing is empty! "
"These armors are all empty!" A loud bang came from the direction of Galazur. An Asgardian armor was smashed into pieces by the dragon queen's iron fist, and an empty helmet rolled on the ground. "What is this? Robot guards? "
After discovering the secret of these armors, everything became smoother. Everyone attacked with big moves, and after a few attempts, they finally figured out the enemy's weakness. There was no one inside the armor, and the armor itself did not have a clear vital point. Normal piercing damage, high temperature, arcane magic, and blunt weapons could not stop it. The most effective way to deal with it was to use brute force to tear it into pieces.
Galazur's method was the most effective.
"Dissect them along the joints!" Vivian shouted as she flew in the air. "I remember what these things are! They are Einherjar! Don't use magic, this thing's magic resistance is shockingly high! "
Those who were good at melee immediately became the main force of the attack. Galazur, Y 'zaks, Hao Ren, and Lily went straight into the densest area of the enemy and began to smash them. When Nangong Wuyue saw that all the DPS players had activated Bloodlust, she had no choice but to muster up her courage and cast healing spells on her teammates as if they were free. Nangong Sanba, on the other hand, acted as Wuyue's bodyguard to prevent the armors from interfering with his sister's spellcasting. While the half-baked demon hunter's strength was average, he had a wide variety of skills, and he was quite useful when dealing with the single-target armors.
Not far away, Anthony Alfonso looked at the "Einherjar" that he had just smashed into the air, and felt that his dignity as a great sorcerer had been seriously challenged. He could only sigh. "Sigh, that's why I hate these guys with high magic resistance the most."
After that, he waved his hand and opened the dimensional pocket, threw his staff back, and then took out a mace studded with fine gold nails. The old sorcerer kept the arcane electric ball beside him and dropped it on the ground. He then tore off his robe, revealing his bronze-colored muscles!
The old sorcerer was bare-chested, with a heavy rune iron belt around his waist. Every inch of his skin was bursting with scorching electric light under the stimulation of magic. He was like a god descending to earth. He strode toward the nearest einherjar and swung his mace at it before the einherjar's giant sword could reach him. "Bear's Strength! Enhanced Endurance! Enhanced Stone Skin! Enhanced Agility! Enhanced Valor! "
Bang!
"Death Slash!"
Bang!
Amidst the loud sound of metal clashing, the heavy alloy armor was blasted twenty meters away!
"I've been an inspector for 3,400 years! I've seen all kinds of enemies! If I only know how to make Frost Bolts and Fireballs, I would have died hundreds of times under the hands of magic-resistant monsters! " Anthony Alfonso was furious. He swung his mace and swung it again. "By the way, although I work under the Goddess of Magic, I believe in the Dark Valkyrie, Bryndis!"
"That's why, holy motherf * cking light! Goddess, give me strength! Death Slash, Death Slash, Death Slash! "
Boom!!
The heavy spiked mace glowed with the radiance of divine arts, and with a powerful swing, another einherjar was smashed into metal dust. The loud bang signaled the end of the battle, and when the dust settled around Anthony, the entire corridor was silent.
Because it was all over.
Except for Galazur, who was expressionless, everyone, including Y 'zaks, looked at Anthony Alfonso as if they had seen a ghost. Lily, who was the closest to Anthony Alfonso, was so scared that her tail had straightened. A half-dead einherjar just happened to get up beside her, and the loud thud scared the husky maiden out of her wits. She jumped back two steps and held the crumbling armor with her claws. Her eyes glanced between the old mage and her enemy hesitantly. She whispered, "Death Slash?"
With a crash sound, the last set of armor shattered into pieces on the ground.
The old mage looked at the result of the battle with satisfaction. He waved his hand and changed back into his original attire. He was wearing a scholar's robe and holding an oak staff in his hand. His face was amiable. "Is everyone okay?"
"You'll get used to it." Galazur's loud voice brought everyone back to reality. "Anthony Alfonso has always been like this. He looks honest, but once his magic doesn't work, he will go berserk. And it gets worse after he believes in a berserk goddess."
Anthony Alfonso did not explain. He just continued to smile. "Haha, hahaha …"
The others wanted to say something, but they all remembered the old man's other quirks. So they did not say a word. Compared with his other quirks, this craziness seemed to be nothing.
Anyway, Raven 12345's people did not seem to be normal. The crazy goddess's electric waves were endless.
After the smoke and dust dispersed, all that was left in the palace corridor was debris and deformed armor parts were everywhere. What was even more shocking was that even after being smashed to such a degree, these armor parts were still jumping around on the ground and making clattering sounds, as if they were ready to reassemble at any time. This strange scene was so creepy that Hao Ren had forgotten the scene of Anthony Alfonso's power just now. He looked at Vivian curiously. "These things won't jump again, right?"
Vivian shook her head. "No, at least not for now."
She had just called out the enemy's name, and it was obvious that she knew about these strange armored guards.
Y 'lisabet jumped down from Y' zaks' shoulder. The demon girl had been a stationary cannon on her daddy's shoulder for a long time. She had thrown a bunch of demonic fireballs but did not achieve much. She was angry now. She looked up at Vivian with her arms akimbo and asked, "So what is Einherjar?"
"It's the valiant spirits in Norse mythology," Lily said. The husky maiden was no longer in her mad dog mode. She crossed her arms and explained, looking like a knowledgeable young lady. "Einherjar is a transliteration, and Battie is a pretentious —"
Vivian immediately glared at her. "Get lost! I like to call them that! That's what I used to call this thing. I learned the word 'heroic spirit' from the Chinese in recent years. "
At this time, Wuyue crawled over shakily (it was rare for her to untie her tail this time). She was spitting bubbles as she carefully poked a piece of the breastplate that was still jumping on the ground with the tip of her tail. "Burp … So these are the spirits? It feels different from the legends. "
"Legends are distorted. Historical facts are often very different from what people know today." Vivian shook her head as she examined the remains of the einherjar. "The valkyries collect the souls of the dead on the battlefield. In the depths of the soul furnace of Valhalla, these souls are forged together with steel and are permanently cast into a set of armor. This armor is called Einherjar. They have no blood, no tears, and do not know pain. They are always immersed in the excitement of the last bloody battle of their lives and are extremely aggressive. And they are extremely tough. Unless they are smashed to pieces, they are almost indestructible. Even if they are smashed to pieces, as long as they are recycled in time, the dwarf blacksmiths can repair them again. Because the gods of Asgard had a limited population and fertility, these einherjars were once an important military force of Asgard. But when the Twilight of the Gods came, the control center of Valhalla was destroyed from the inside, and more than half of the einherjars could not be sent to the battlefield. This was also an important reason for the tragic outcome of the war. If the original military force of the Garden of Asgard had been used, they would have been able to suppress the giants and the demonic army in the early stages of the war, so that they would have had the spare power to detect the movements of the demon hunters and even change the trajectory of the Nine Worlds in advance to avoid the destructive beam. But … there is no 'if' in history. The Mythological Era is finally over. "
Hao Ren did not say anything. He just silently looked at the cracking fragments of the einherjar, and a kind of emotion rose in his heart.
He was facing the lost history.
Brushing away the glamour of legend and the mysterious veil of religion, the real history was laid bare in front of him. Behind these cold armors of the dead was the real Mythological Era.
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