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Brunhilde panted for a while. The intense battle had put considerable pressure on the Valkyrie.

The Conqueror truly lived up to his name.

He was despicable and twisted, but his strength was undeniably top-tier.

Even Brunhilde, an SS-class deity, could only suppress him by relying on her weapon's advantage.

The Conqueror cackled as he emerged from the rubble.

The Vampire's rib in his hand dripped divine blood.

"Odin's main weapon, Gungnir, is indeed unbelievably powerful," he praised. "But as long as you can't kill me in one hit, I'll keep using my advantage in close combat to wear down your Health Points. I'm an expert at stealing health!"

He glanced, seemingly casually, at Little Fatty from Kirk's team. Little Fatty was a Vampire, and the Conqueror had a keen eye. He could tell at a glance.

Brunhilde sneered coldly. "What do you take the dignity of the Norse Gods for? Take this!"

Gungnir in her hand suddenly blossomed into thousands of pear blossoms, shooting toward the Conqueror!

The Conqueror dodged with strange, agile movements, laughing as he weaved between the attacks. "Not bad! Not bad! Your power, speed, and spear technique are all top-notch! I'm sure even Odin himself would get hit if he were here, but—"

He suddenly vanished into the hail of spears. When he reappeared, he was already at Brunhilde's throat!

The rib in his hand plunged straight into Brunhilde's throat!

"I'm no foolish Plot Character!" the Conqueror said mercilessly. "I'm an unparalleled expert who's been through no fewer than a hundred Reincarnation worlds. Your spear technique may be top-tier, but I've seen space-based martial arts countless times. Your technique is full of openings!"

Brunhilde kicked him away, then threw Gungnir again!

The Conqueror was sent flying once