What was passed down
In Northern Europe mythology, Valkyrie are Odin's daughters, but when Bai Mo actually saw their structure, he realized that they were some kind of creation, just like the machines created by humans.
Judging from the traces on the battlefield, these Valkyrie fought to the very end to protect this warrior-like figure.
It's hard to call such a death a good ending. As the daughter of a great god, she was defeated in the war, yet she still upheld the order to stand shoulder to shoulder with the heroes. In the end, she fled to a foreign land, her magic power depleted, and died a tragic death.
Bai Mo sighed deeply and turned the warrior and Valkyrie into ashes.
Koyanskaya quickly resolved her matter and turned around to see Bai Mo collecting the ashes and giving them a proper burial.
"Mr. Bai Mo, it's getting late. The appointed time with the rebels is almost here."
Despite Koyanskaya's reminder, Bai Mo remained silent and quietly buried them.
Bai Mo was just burying the body like an ordinary person. The Magnetic Field Power could have done it instantly, but he chose to personally brush away the dust and tidy up the broken armor.
Perhaps these Valkyrie are just machines. But their "loyalty" in carrying out orders until the very last moment, and their "sacrifice" in breaking to protect others, regardless of the medium, deserve a solemn end.
Koyanskaya watched quietly from the sidelines. Her nature made it impossible for her to accept such behavior; a loser is a loser, and no matter how tragic the defeat, it is justified.
Rather, it would be abnormal to gain such power and still not lose respect for life.
But she didn't say much, only offering a simple reminder. It was precisely because of this quality that Koyanskaya was willing to bet everything on Bai Mo without reservation or regard for cost.
Bai Mo put away Valkyrie's shield; he did not bury them along with the rest of the body.
"These shields, were they forged by the great god Odin, Mr. Bai Mo? Would you like me to add them to your property?"
"No, these things shouldn't be left here." Bai Mo turned back for one last look at the place of slumber, then put the five shields into Gilgamesh's treasury, deliberately leaving a space for them.
"Let's wait until we meet new Valkyrie, then give them to them, whether as Relic from a comrade or as a shield."
"A shield that failed to protect its master can hardly be considered auspicious; can it even still serve as a shield?"
Hearing Koyanskaya's words, Bai Mo nodded firmly.
"Failure cannot negate everything; success is built upon failure. Passing down experience and ideas to successors is how humanity has progressed from primitive agriculture to the present day."
Since these Valkyrie and those they protected fought to the very last moment, I shouldn't let this legacy end.
After dealing with Russia, let's go to Northern Europe and see what the situation is like.
Hearing Bai Mo's decision, Koyanskaya nodded, and then she made her decision as well.
"In that case, please take your leave. The business in Russia is almost finished. Next, I'll go and check on the business in Northern Europe."
Also, please accept this contact information. The information I promised you before no longer appears to be firsthand. Please allow me to provide it again. As for the rest, it has been compiled into a file, which I will give to you later.
He took a jug of wine from Gilgamesh's treasury and poured it on the tomb. He then sealed the entrance with Bai Mo to prevent anyone from disturbing his peaceful rest.
No one's fate is smooth sailing, and it is even more arduous in this world. Bai Mo is no exception; perhaps he will also fail, perhaps defeated by a powerful enemy, or perhaps his life Ultimate despair.
Failure is not terrible; what is terrible is burying both "experience" and "willpower." If that day ever comes, someone should take up his "sword."
Just as he received their swords and martial arts from Great Saber, Oga, and others.
Back at the resistance base, the place felt somewhat deserted after Koyanskaya and her group left, though this was the norm.
But not long after, a nobleman named Yaga arrived, and his legs trembled as he faced the dark muzzle of a gun.
"Don't kill me! I'm the Regent's envoy, here to seek cooperation!"
The nobleman's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, but he still pressed on. Atalanta, atop the city walls, called out to the nobles below:
"Cooperate? Is that guy out of his mind? What's the point of cooperating now?"
"No, please listen to me..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Yaga suddenly began to convulse, and then his eyes quickly went black, like two pieces of obsidian, without a trace of light.
"Mental Magecraft? Using people directly as microphones, how insidious!"
Ritsuka on the stage curled her lip. This kind of Magecraft was a one-time use prop prepared for counter-tracking in transactions or for participating in dangerous negotiations.
Since it's a prop, there's naturally no need to maintain this microphone.
Then, the Yaga's voice became extremely eerie, like a twisted monster in a cave, its mournful and hoarse voice echoing in the vast snowfield.
Good afternoon, fellow rebels, and all of Chaldea.
Before anyone could reply, Zhang Jue threw out several talismans, trapping the nobleman Yaga deep within a barrier. Since his opponent had already decided to abandon the envoy, who knew what kind of bomb might be hidden inside this guy?
This is our base; we can't take risks here. The Yaga man didn't resist and slowly said:
"Please trust our integrity. Right now, there are more important things to deal with than fighting each other. Therefore, if this cannot be resolved, I'm afraid all our efforts will be in vain."
"Enough with the nonsense!"
Atalanta said coldly, and then the Yaga nodded and said coldly:
"Gentlemen, Ivan the Terrible is about to awaken. If His Majesty were to see Russia as it is today, he would surely unleash a thunderous rage."
At that time, whether it's us who have usurped power, those nobles who have stolen the power of the Fantasy Tree, or the openly rebellious rebels, all will face annihilation!
As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell silent. The Yaga who had been making a ruckus and trying to kill the nobleman all shut their mouths, with only the sound of wind escaping.
The fear of the strong was clearly revealed in the Yaga bloodline; they dreaded the Terrible Emperor. If it weren't for the fact that it was the princess present in the Kremlin at this moment, they would never have dared to raise the banner of rebellion.
Unable to survive, they chose to rebel, though many remained gripped by the fear of the Terrible Emperor. After their rebellion, they constantly hypnotized themselves, telling themselves that the Terrible Emperor might die at the border one day, or that he might never wake up.
At this moment, their expectations were shattered.
"Gentlemen, facing the 930,000 horsepower Terrible Emperor, cooperation is the best option. Tomorrow at noon, I hope we won't need to negotiate in this form."
The nobleman Yaga opened his clothes with his long mouth, revealing a letter with the location and time written on it.
As Zhang Jue removed it, the body of the nobleman Yaga began to burn fiercely.
"No need to worry about it, this is the best outcome for him. We look forward to clear negotiations, and we urge Mr. Bai Mo to attend, as we are very interested in your special power."
Perhaps you will be the key to the survival of this nation.