Slaying a God-Please Subscribe

Step by step, these violent undead, weapons in hand, were quickly sent soaring into the air.

They rose high into the sky.

The dazzling aurora absorbed them, and they became part of this world.

In Norse mythology, the aurora was a sign of the souls of the dead burning. But only through the continual burning of souls could the law of conservation of souls take effect, allowing new souls to be born from the Soul Pool and join the cycle of reincarnation in the mortal world.

Hel was driven back again and again by Wang Han, who frantically used the Holy Relics to unleash suicidal holy-word attacks.

She had never imagined that this seemingly ordinary adventuring party—aside from Thor, Brunhilde, and the other gods, who were worthy of her attention—would have mere mortals capable of dealing her such a grievous blow and such a shock!

This undead army consisted of elite troops she had painstakingly selected over countless years. Their role was roughly equivalent to the Valkyries Odin sent down to choose the souls of elite warriors. Her Palace of Misery was the equivalent of Asgard's Valhalla. In other words, she had continually raised an army of souls to fight to the death, all so that one day she could sail aboard Naglfar, the ship built from the fingernails of the dead, and attack Asgard with them to avenge her father, Loki!

Yet these mortals had used a Holy Relic from a powerful god of an unknown world to utterly shatter her elite army, leaving countless dead!

Now that the undead army had been wiped out, Garm was dead, Fenrir's two wicked wolf sons were dead, and six poisonous snakes and the Poison Dragon had slain each other, perishing together, the powerful forces she had amassed had been almost completely