Valhalla Saga

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On the day Erin was destroyed, the Forwards thought they had finally won a long war.

The idea was half right and half wrong.

They have won, but lost Erin. For them, Erin was not a land to destroy and burn. As was the case with Tuaha de Danan and the Millessians, Erin was home to the Forwards as well.

As it is written in the Book of Erin Invasion, Erin's owner has changed many times. The forwards who fought them all did not lead to one faction alone.

Pure blood from Kihol, the First King, mingles with many factions to give birth to new Forwards.

Because of this, there were many kings among the Forwards. Tyrant Bress was the strongest, but not the only king.

Erin perished about a hundred years ago.

The Tyrant Brace faced numerous challenges. I had to ask his servants who felt extremely helpless for the fact that I had lost Erin, and I had to defeat the group who were accusing them of being exploited by Giants in Jotunheim. There are too many Foreword kings after him.

The Tyrant Brest was not so strongly positioned among the Forward Kings.

He was a half-breed born between King Forer and the goddess of Tuaha de Danan, who once ascended to the throne of Tuaha de Danan. Because of these ingredients, not only the natural Forward kings, but also the Forward kings, there was a lot of anticipation about him.

Because of this, the tyrant Brace has maintained his position under duress.

He always had to be a strong king, even inside with many enemies.

The Tyrant Brace gazes away with his body buried on an overly large throne. He had already held the throne for hundreds of years amongst the forbears of condemnation, betrayal, and all kinds of cowardly plutocrats.

He had brighter ears and eyes than anyone else, and had long sensed the warmth of his diary under the surface of the water.

The king is weakening.

No, it's already weakened.

Skazaha, the Queen of the Shadow Country and one of the few to fulfill the need for conquest of the Forers, has not been secured. You have sent a considerable number of forwards, but you have lost, rather than winning, Midak, one of your lieutenants. Even Adenmaha, the goddess of Tuaha de Danan, was taken away, which could be a living trophy.

Failure did not end there.

The raid that brought in Giant Balzac has failed. You've lost a handful of other Forwards, and Urgard, the Magic King, has captured the book because of the trick you pulled in Giant Balzac.

That's why Corga was working with Sigil, a giant, to lead the Forward army in the Ladyssa attack.

The Forwards did not take this campaign too well. Like the day Erin was destroyed, I felt humiliated when I was being exploited by giants.

And the battle was lost. Corga has returned safely, but countless forebears have had to die fighting the giant and Valhalla.

Consecutive failures weakened the king. Whether it's true or not, the enemies on the inside thought so.

I needed a victory. I needed a new trophy. The king's strength had to be seen in front of everyone.

What you need to do that.

The Tyrant Brace bends over the throne. I watched Midgard with the mystery of Tuaha de Danan, whom I inherited from my mother.

A centrifuge that caused all failures.

I think of Idun's warrior.

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Odin, king of the gods, raises his head.

Sitting crouched in Mir's well, he makes a decision.

A group of troops remain in Midgard to search for divine soul fragments. Given the reason for the opposition system's existence, it was not so desirable for the warriors of Valhalla to stay in Midgard for so long, but this time was special.

So far, the Divine Spirit fragment destroyed by the Asgardians was three. Since we recovered two, more than a third of the fall soul fragments, presumed to be thirteen or fourteen, came into the hands of Asgard.

“Not yet.”

Speaking in a low tone, he looks at Mirre's head with his eyes uncovered on the eye patch. There was deep fatigue in the eyes of the king of the gods.

Mimir's head gives Odin an answer in a lower voice.

Odin nods. You still stoop to a crooked posture and flick the crow moonin off your shoulder.

“Go, Valhalla. ”

To deliver a new order.

Odin sees something else instead of crow moonin's wingspan. You look down at Midgard through the eyes of Crow Hoggin.

As the god of war, I sensed a new moment of fighting.

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A message magic unfolded in the air as his long, thin fingers stroked the beginning lever of Riverratus. It was a map again.

“Midgard? Looks like it's near the Dragonic Strait. It's the headquarters of the Scared Warriors. ”

Brackey strokes his beard and says, There was a little light of longing in the eyes.

“Is Erin's legacy there, too? ”

Siri asked in a small voice. When Tahoe turned around and looked around, he tapped the handle with his finger.

“Wait, there's some more message magic this time, yo. Not just the map.”

There was a mixture of respect and compulsion to see if he had lost his mind on the magic side. Taeho sat still and waited for Athenmaha, until a new message magic spread next to the map.

It was not a text or a map, but a stereoscopic in-house video that reminded me of a hologram video.

Deeply pressed into the black robe, he was very tall and wore a longsword on his waist.

When everyone's gaze became concentrated, the man in the video opened his mouth as if he was waiting.

[You're watching this video because you're either Erin's successor or someone who's sworn to break my magic.]

[Either way, it won't be bad. After all, you are a man worthy of the king. To be honest, it's either Foreman or me.]

There were various emotions in his voice mixed with bitter smiles. A little mischief, a little ambition, a little yearning and bitterness for some reason.

The man shrugged. And then I sat down somewhere and said,

[As you can imagine, I'm Erin's survivor.]

[So old, so weary, so weak a survivor.]

The man's voice was corrected. I was tall and didn't bake my waist either. However, everyone who watched the video, as if by magic, accepted that the man was an old man.

[On the day Erin was destroyed, I lost everything. It was only decades after Erin's demise when she came to her senses. So I just wanted to die. It was so pointless and painful. I couldn't tolerate myself surviving alone. But in the end, I couldn't. It reminded me that I haven't lost everything, that I still have one thing left. It's his last duty.]

[I don't know when you'll be watching this video. Maybe you can watch the video with happy eyes of me who is embarrassed next to me. Or watch a video of me trampling on a dead man to the ground. The number of cases will be too varied.]

[You're talking nonsense. Think of it as an old man's habit. Maybe it's a professional disease.]

The man chuckled. I can't see my face because of the robe shadow I pressed on, but I can clearly feel the smile that killed the sound.

[I'm gathering Erin's legacy. And I put them in my own protective gear and leave them all over the world. The reason is simple. To guide qualified men like you. We don't know when or where you'll show up. Don't you think it's a little more likely to be sprayed here and there?]

[If there's another reason, it's for protection. It is the wisdom of the Holy Father not to put only one egg in the basket. Oh, and of course, the discomfort of that is inevitable. Who knows where the next Legacy will be next to you whining about how scattered it is?]

Brackey smiles unknowingly as he watches the video. There was an oddly pleasant corner of the man, though he felt incredibly old and tired.

[Come to Midgard. The location indicated on the map is the hideout I built in Midgard a long time ago. If I had stopped the wandering about gathering the Legacy, I would have been there, and if I hadn't, I wouldn't have. But don't worry, I'll leave at least a clue to find me and the legacy of Erin to comfort your heart.]

[It's about time. I don't know who you are, but I hope to meet you. I hope you're a beautiful, spirited woman. I'll cut you a break.]

[Good luck to you.]

P.S. I like black hair. It doesn't mean I don't like blondes.]

The man in his mouth took off the robe he was pressing until he said he was sincerely in pursuit. He was an old man with a white beard, just like he said. With big, clear eyes, he winks lightly, as if to ask what the last joke was like, and then disappears smiling steadily.

“Funny old man. ”

Brackey laughs as if he were imitating the old man - the man in the video. Siri was also the face I liked.

But adenma was different. She swallows her breath, her eyes wide and clear as an old man.

The reason was simple.

Adenmah knew the old man. I knew who he was and what he was.

And it was the same with Kuhoolin.

He also swallowed the surprise. And then I burst into laughter.

I put the old man's name on my mouth.

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The night was familiar to the old man. He was a human hybrid with the Monkey Incubator. The source of his magical power was in a dream, the realm of the night.

The old man was walking. Unfortunately, his wanderer is not yet finished.

He traveled the world a lot. Not only La Bellir, but Svard Alphaheim as well as Barnheim and Asgard.

During his long journey, he discovered many of Erin's legacies. There were also some powerful legacies that matched that of the Kaladvolg. But what he has truly set out to do is yet to be discovered.

Final obligation.

The last word of his king.

One sword I want you to deliver to Erin's successor.

‘Merlin, my wizard. You who guide the way of the king. ’

I could still hear the king's voice when I closed my eyes. It reminds me of a beautiful sword in his hand.

“Where is it? ”

Excalibur.

Great Liberation Sword.

Fairy Sword.

A man named Paul, Merlin, the great wizard of Camelot, steps forward.

He was in Midgard now.