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Chapter 694: Hela and Fenrir
The man called Tyr turned his head, only to see a woman he couldn't refuse.
It was a woman wearing a helmet adorned with intricate, branch-like antlers, connected to a wide, green cloak. Even with the dark green, tight-fitting soft armor she wore, it probably wouldn't provide much warmth in this Ice and Snow Land.
"You jest, my Queen," Tyr replied, turning back and kneeling cleanly on one knee before the woman. "Since coming to Helheim, I no longer dream."
"You know that's not what I meant, Tyr." The Queen moved like a phantom, appearing before the man as if from nowhere, and reached out a slender hand to stroke the top of his head.
Tyr lowered his head, a drop of cold sweat forming on his forehead. Although the Queen's touch was light, he felt as if his scalp was about to be peeled off.
"What's wrong, Tyr?" The Queen leaned down, whispering softly beside Tyr. "Don't you like my caress?"
"This subordinate may not be worthy of such pleasure," Tyr said, his beard trembling as he struggled to stop his teeth from chattering due to the pain.
Seeing this, the Queen released her hand. A slight reprimand was enough for Tyr; she still had use for him and couldn't afford to play him to death now.
"If it's not a dream, then you must be homesick." The Queen conjured a handkerchief from nowhere, wiped her hands, and casually tossed it aside. Before it even hit the ground, the handkerchief turned to ashes, vanishing into the dense mist where one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face.
This was Niflheim, the Land of Mist in the Nine Realms, second only to Helheim. Jotunheim could be described as Ice and Snow Land, but creatures could still survive there. However, Niflheim and Helheim were truly devoid of any living beings.
And both of these places were now under the control of one person... or rather, God, the woman who commanded Tyr's submission.
"Lady Hela."
Hearing someone call her name, the woman called Hela turned around. A tall werewolf was standing not far away. Perhaps due to its fur, the werewolf was only wearing a loincloth and half a breastplate.
"What is it, Fenrir?"
Upon hearing Hela call his name, the werewolf lowered his head before slowly opening his mouth to speak.
"I felt a familiar feeling, a feeling that originates from Asgard."
"A familiar feeling?" Hela's curiosity was piqued. "What kind of familiar feeling? Tell me in detail, Fenrir."
"In fact, I've had this feeling for some time now. My Queen, I once personally dragged the guy who gives off this feeling into Helheim."
Hearing Fenrir's words, Hela immediately understood his meaning. She turned her head to look at Tyr, who was kneeling behind her. He was indeed the unlucky guy Fenrir had personally dragged into Hell. (Note 1)
After hearing their conversation, Tyr felt a faint pain in his left leg, even though it hadn't hurt for a long time. It had been millennia, and as an undead, he shouldn't feel pain anymore.
Now, the only one who could inflict pain on him was Hela, the Queen of Helheim. This heart-wrenching pain was merely his phantom pain.
"Are you saying Asgard has welcomed another God of War?" Hela strode over to Tyr. "No wonder you ran all the way to Niflheim alone. I thought you were trying to avoid me."
Hela now understood why Tyr had come to Niflheim. On the World Tree, the Nine Realms were indeed arranged at different positions, with Helheim and Niflheim located at the bottom.
However, even these two worlds had a slight difference in elevation. Niflheim, as the Land of Mist, was still a little higher than Helheim, the Land of the Dead. In other words, Niflheim was closer to Asgard.
And Tyr, who was originally the God of War of Asgard, although they no longer had any connection, as a former God of War, Tyr could still sense a slight anomaly in the God of War Godhood.
It started not long ago. Although Tyr didn't know how many days had passed due to being in Helheim, the time was definitely short.
At first, Tyr thought he was going crazy. After all, he had been in Helheim for so long, and this Kingdom of the Dead was constantly eroding his soul.
But after some time, Tyr sensed the unusualness of the God of War Godhood again, and this feeling became more and more frequent, which confirmed to Tyr that this feeling was not false.
Asgard had welcomed a new God of War. For Tyr, as a former God of War, this might not be something to celebrate. After all, with the new, who would remember the old?
The tendency to favor the new and discard the old wasn't unique to Midgardian; the people of Asgard would also be happy with new weapons. And for the dead, the biggest worry was being forgotten.
But Tyr felt happy because, long ago, the Queen he now served had already begun planning an invasion of Asgard, and Tyr played a relatively important role in her plan.
However, now that Asgard had welcomed a new God of War, it meant Hela's plan was affected, and Asgard's power had become even stronger. How could Tyr, who always cared about Asgard in his heart, not be happy?
If it weren't because he was undead and couldn't resistance Hela, the Queen of Helheim, how could Tyr kneel before his enemy, the greatest hidden danger to Asgard?
Tyr decided to keep this secret in his heart. Only today did he dare to come to Niflheim to confirm it, taking advantage of Hela being away discussing matters with her ally. After all, today, the reaction of the God of War Godhood was unusually obvious even in Helheim.
But Tyr hadn't expected Fenrir to sense it too. He hadn't reacted at all the previous times, so why today?
'That's it!' Tyr suddenly realized. Today, the reaction of the Godhood was unusually strong, so Fenrir, who had devoured his flesh and blood, should also be able to sense a faint reaction. He had actually forgotten about this aspect.
Perhaps Helheim's erosion of him was too severe. Tyr only now remembered this detail. This small weakness had exposed the intelligence he least wanted Hela to know.
"Even you in Helheim can feel this power. As the former God of War, Tyr, there's no reason you wouldn't sense it. It seems my general likes to keep little secrets in his heart~"
Hela spoke in a deliberately ambiguous tone, but Tyr, kneeling on the ground, only felt a bone-chilling cold wind. He wasn't afraid of Hela's punishment; he was just worried that Hela would modify her plan against Asgard.
My head hurts too much, only one chapter today, sorry.
Note 1: Tyr is indeed dead, but I forgot how he died, so I combined the Norse Mythology story of him having his hand bitten off and attributed the merit of killing him to Fenrir. I know Tyr died together with the Hellhound Garm, but Hellhounds and giant Wolves are similar, too many homogenized characters are boring, so I merged the two canines into one. Anyway, this universe is my own creation, and it's normal for it to deviate from the main universe (laughs).
(End of Chapter)
The man called Tyr turned his head, only to see a woman he couldn't refuse.
It was a woman wearing a helmet adorned with intricate, branch-like antlers, connected to a wide, green cloak. Even with the dark green, tight-fitting soft armor she wore, it probably wouldn't provide much warmth in this Ice and Snow Land.
"You jest, my Queen," Tyr replied, turning back and kneeling cleanly on one knee before the woman. "Since coming to Helheim, I no longer dream."
"You know that's not what I meant, Tyr." The Queen moved like a phantom, appearing before the man as if from nowhere, and reached out a slender hand to stroke the top of his head.
Tyr lowered his head, a drop of cold sweat forming on his forehead. Although the Queen's touch was light, he felt as if his scalp was about to be peeled off.
"What's wrong, Tyr?" The Queen leaned down, whispering softly beside Tyr. "Don't you like my caress?"
"This subordinate may not be worthy of such pleasure," Tyr said, his beard trembling as he struggled to stop his teeth from chattering due to the pain.
Seeing this, the Queen released her hand. A slight reprimand was enough for Tyr; she still had use for him and couldn't afford to play him to death now.
"If it's not a dream, then you must be homesick." The Queen conjured a handkerchief from nowhere, wiped her hands, and casually tossed it aside. Before it even hit the ground, the handkerchief turned to ashes, vanishing into the dense mist where one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face.
This was Niflheim, the Land of Mist in the Nine Realms, second only to Helheim. Jotunheim could be described as Ice and Snow Land, but creatures could still survive there. However, Niflheim and Helheim were truly devoid of any living beings.
And both of these places were now under the control of one person... or rather, God, the woman who commanded Tyr's submission.
"Lady Hela."
Hearing someone call her name, the woman called Hela turned around. A tall werewolf was standing not far away. Perhaps due to its fur, the werewolf was only wearing a loincloth and half a breastplate.
"What is it, Fenrir?"
Upon hearing Hela call his name, the werewolf lowered his head before slowly opening his mouth to speak.
"I felt a familiar feeling, a feeling that originates from Asgard."
"A familiar feeling?" Hela's curiosity was piqued. "What kind of familiar feeling? Tell me in detail, Fenrir."
"In fact, I've had this feeling for some time now. My Queen, I once personally dragged the guy who gives off this feeling into Helheim."
Hearing Fenrir's words, Hela immediately understood his meaning. She turned her head to look at Tyr, who was kneeling behind her. He was indeed the unlucky guy Fenrir had personally dragged into Hell. (Note 1)
After hearing their conversation, Tyr felt a faint pain in his left leg, even though it hadn't hurt for a long time. It had been millennia, and as an undead, he shouldn't feel pain anymore.
Now, the only one who could inflict pain on him was Hela, the Queen of Helheim. This heart-wrenching pain was merely his phantom pain.
"Are you saying Asgard has welcomed another God of War?" Hela strode over to Tyr. "No wonder you ran all the way to Niflheim alone. I thought you were trying to avoid me."
Hela now understood why Tyr had come to Niflheim. On the World Tree, the Nine Realms were indeed arranged at different positions, with Helheim and Niflheim located at the bottom.
However, even these two worlds had a slight difference in elevation. Niflheim, as the Land of Mist, was still a little higher than Helheim, the Land of the Dead. In other words, Niflheim was closer to Asgard.
And Tyr, who was originally the God of War of Asgard, although they no longer had any connection, as a former God of War, Tyr could still sense a slight anomaly in the God of War Godhood.
It started not long ago. Although Tyr didn't know how many days had passed due to being in Helheim, the time was definitely short.
At first, Tyr thought he was going crazy. After all, he had been in Helheim for so long, and this Kingdom of the Dead was constantly eroding his soul.
But after some time, Tyr sensed the unusualness of the God of War Godhood again, and this feeling became more and more frequent, which confirmed to Tyr that this feeling was not false.
Asgard had welcomed a new God of War. For Tyr, as a former God of War, this might not be something to celebrate. After all, with the new, who would remember the old?
The tendency to favor the new and discard the old wasn't unique to Midgardian; the people of Asgard would also be happy with new weapons. And for the dead, the biggest worry was being forgotten.
But Tyr felt happy because, long ago, the Queen he now served had already begun planning an invasion of Asgard, and Tyr played a relatively important role in her plan.
However, now that Asgard had welcomed a new God of War, it meant Hela's plan was affected, and Asgard's power had become even stronger. How could Tyr, who always cared about Asgard in his heart, not be happy?
If it weren't because he was undead and couldn't resistance Hela, the Queen of Helheim, how could Tyr kneel before his enemy, the greatest hidden danger to Asgard?
Tyr decided to keep this secret in his heart. Only today did he dare to come to Niflheim to confirm it, taking advantage of Hela being away discussing matters with her ally. After all, today, the reaction of the God of War Godhood was unusually obvious even in Helheim.
But Tyr hadn't expected Fenrir to sense it too. He hadn't reacted at all the previous times, so why today?
'That's it!' Tyr suddenly realized. Today, the reaction of the Godhood was unusually strong, so Fenrir, who had devoured his flesh and blood, should also be able to sense a faint reaction. He had actually forgotten about this aspect.
Perhaps Helheim's erosion of him was too severe. Tyr only now remembered this detail. This small weakness had exposed the intelligence he least wanted Hela to know.
"Even you in Helheim can feel this power. As the former God of War, Tyr, there's no reason you wouldn't sense it. It seems my general likes to keep little secrets in his heart~"
Hela spoke in a deliberately ambiguous tone, but Tyr, kneeling on the ground, only felt a bone-chilling cold wind. He wasn't afraid of Hela's punishment; he was just worried that Hela would modify her plan against Asgard.
My head hurts too much, only one chapter today, sorry.
Note 1: Tyr is indeed dead, but I forgot how he died, so I combined the Norse Mythology story of him having his hand bitten off and attributed the merit of killing him to Fenrir. I know Tyr died together with the Hellhound Garm, but Hellhounds and giant Wolves are similar, too many homogenized characters are boring, so I merged the two canines into one. Anyway, this universe is my own creation, and it's normal for it to deviate from the main universe (laughs).
(End of Chapter)
