Enclosed subspace, the legendary battlefield of the Ragnarok at dusk.

The Asa Garden, shrouded in the gray sky, was devastated. The swords, guns, swords and halberds could be seen everywhere in this once battlefield of the gods. Even though thousands of years have passed, these weapons still retain a cold luster and show no signs of decay or rust. The strange thing is that there is no one on the battlefield, whether it is a dead person or a corpse.

The sky surrounded by mountains in the distance was shining with brilliant and colorful aurora, which undoubtedly added a bit of vitality to the entire nearly dead space. Among the mountains, there was a ruin that had become ruins, collapsed bricks and rubble, and towering huge beams and pillars. The solemnity and dignity of the ancient gods' palace can be vaguely seen.

This is the residence of the ancient gods in the past, and the land of the gods opened up ten thousand years ago in a period of ignorance.

However, time has changed and time has changed.

The once prosperous and magnificent scenery has become a passing cloud.

In the Wiglute Plain, the final decisive battle, a team of more than ten people was struggling towards the distant mountains, stepping in the potholes and scorched earth without any vegetation. Looking around, it was the desolation after the raging war.

"careful!"

At this time, someone in the team suddenly issued a sharp warning, and for a moment, the entire team quickly formed a defensive formation and was on full alert. After a moment, the light and shadow in front of them were twisted, and a large group of giants with flames appeared inexplicably riding on flame war horses, holding various strange weapons and charging towards them.

"They are here again! Gregory! Show illusions! Lovren! Activate the defensive barrier..."

The orders were issued in an orderly manner. When the Flame Giant Cavalry came close to them, half of the Flame Giant fell to the team and cooperated together.

"Keep the formation! Never let them scatter! Otherwise, none of us will escape to death!"

During the short-term handover, someone roared suddenly.

The flame giant instantly collided with the rock-solid formation of the team under the overwhelming charge momentum. The sharp ground thorns, the flying weapons, and the collision of ice and fire were like a small boat shaking in a storm. When the team was about to be torn apart and a hole was about to collapse, these flame giants disappeared instantly.

"Win!"

After a while, someone in the team fell to the ground as if exhausted.

"Don't let go of your guard, those monsters will likely reappear."

Some people still tightened their nerves and did not relax.

It was not until a quarter of an hour later that no monsters appeared again, and all members of the team began to rest.

Hou Wenjun sat on the ground without any scruples, took the kettle handed by her companion and took it. She gasped and reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Her face, which was fair and delicate in the past, looked dusty and messy.

No one would have thought that there were about a hundred people entering the battlefield of the Gods at dusk, but after stepping across the Rainbow Bridge, there were only these pitiful people left.

Since entering this space, they have been in an environment with excessive radiation at all times. People with weak strength have finally become difficult to breathe. The most important thing is that they have been attacked by inexplicable enemies along the way.

Giants, giant wolves, giant snakes, devils, barbarian warriors, etc.

According to scholars who are familiar with ancient myths in the team, the enemies they encountered were all troops that fought decisively at the dusk of Ragnarok, but for some reason, these troops seemed to have traveled through time and space and appeared in front of them. Fortunately, they did not exist for a long time, otherwise they would have been completely destroyed under such endless attacks.

If the leader of the organization Doragorn had not realized this in time and united the psychics of various organizations, he would have survived to this point. However, the earliest twenty-three people have also died of eight companions due to various accidents.

"Everyone! We're going to continue to set out!"

After the rest, Doragorn, as the interim commander and leader, always stood and looked at the mountains in the distance. After a long time, he turned around and said to everyone with a firm face.

"Doragon! I want to quit!"

A middle-aged man in the clinker team raised his hand exhaustedly and said.

"Eduardo, you have already arrived at this place and you actually chose to quit?" The companion beside you showed an incredible look. "Besides, how can you go back alone? Aren't you afraid of dying halfway?"

"Curtis, don't persuade me, I've decided." Eduardo shook his head and sighed. "Have you noticed that the enemies we met on the way to the Golden Palace are getting stronger and stronger. We were already very struggling to resist the flame giant just now. If we encounter Fenriel or Yemenggard's time and space phantoms, everyone here may be in danger... If I go back now, at least I still have the strength to deal with those ordinary enemies. I just want to live. As for the treasures of the Golden Palace, whoever loves to go!"

After a while, everyone in the team fell into silence.

"Who else wants to quit?" Doragorn, silently looking around, said immediately.

"...Doragon, I decided to withdraw." After a moment, someone in the team stood up.

"And I..."

"Me too."

As a result, someone immediately stood up after the beginning like the Domiru effect.

"Is there any?" Doragorn looked at everyone but still looked calm.

After about ten seconds, when Doragorn saw that no one stood up and chose to withdraw, he turned his attention to the people who decided to withdraw. There were seven people in total. If they were subtracted, there were only eight left in the team.

"Since you have decided, I won't dissuade you anymore. Let's part ways here, take care of yourself!"

"Doragon! Sorry!"

"Feel sorry!"

“…”

Then, everyone who left was led by Eduardo and began to return the same way.

"Let's go, too."

After watching the other party get farther away, Doragorn shook his head and said.

As he said that, the team set off again.

Hou Wenjun, who was determined to explore the truth about her father's death, naturally would not withdraw easily. She stood up silently and followed the team and began to move forward step by step. Since the people who left were responsible for the vigilance and investigation, the team needed to reschedule their respective tasks. Hou Wenjun, who was good at melee and poor in strength, was responsible for the guards in the rear to avoid the sudden attack on the enemy and caught them off guard. They had caused considerable casualties before.

Although various weapons are scattered in the Asa Garden, these weapons may be magical weapons in the eyes of the ancients, but in the eyes of modern people, they are nothing more than valuable antiques, not to mention the psychics. What they need is magical weapons that can truly increase the power of spiritual energy, rather than these broken copper and iron. But they have never discovered anything here.

So everyone speculated that perhaps the weapons of the gods that disappeared on the battlefield might be hidden in the palaces of the mountains, especially in the Golden Palace where Odin, the king of the gods, is located.

Wealth moves people's hearts, while strength is intoxicating.

In the eyes of the psychics who have personally experienced the illusion of the war between the gods, the soldiers who fought in the decisive battle are so strong. What about the gods holding artifacts? Odin's spear, Suther's sword, Thor's hammer, etc., these are clearly recorded in mythological history.

The Golden Palace is the mythical palace where Odin lives on the top of the mountains, and the Valhalla is located in it.

During the period when the ancient gods rose, Nordic myths and Greek myths were in harmony. The difference is that Nordic myths have a beginning and an end, while Greek myths ended without success after they evolved into Roman myths. Secular scholars believe that the rise of Christianity led to the disregard of Greek myths. However, in the inner world of the psychics, the gods of Greek myths were just a group of juniors who imitated after the twilight of the twilight of the Nordic gods. Their strength is far less powerful than the heyday of the Nordic gods. Their final decline was nothing more than being destroyed by another group of psychics with the name of Christ. The scale of the war was not even one-tenth of the twilight of the twilight of the twilight of the twilight of the twilight of the twilight of the twilight of the twilight.

On the long journey to the Golden Palace, the team was attacked by different enemies one after another. Fortunately, the worst result that Eduardo imagined did not appear, but the team died in the end, and three people died as soon as they died.

"Finally arrived!"

At the foot of the towering mountains, I came over almost dead and alive. Someone couldn't help but kneel on the ground and sighed deeply.

"Did you find out that we have never encountered any enemies since we entered the foothills?" someone pondered.

"After all, according to the myth, this place is far away from the main battlefield." Doragorn said with a hint of fatigue. "The ultimate destruction of the gods comes from the death of Prince Frey, Asa and the flame giant Suth. The collapse of the palace of the gods was affected by the impact of this battle."

Hou Wenjun looked up at the palace on the top of the mountain, as if she had seen the Golden Palace and the Heroic Temple that had turned into ruins.

"Let's go, there's nothing good to watch here."

After the rest, he carefully observed Doragorn around him.

"Golden Palace! Golden Palace..." Someone kept muttering.

"You said, are there anyone alive here?"

On the way to climb to the top of the mountain, someone broke the silent team atmosphere.

"Curtis, this joke is not funny at all." Edgar shivered in the team.

"No, I suddenly remembered someone." Curtis said silently.

"who?"

"Valkyrie Brenheld," Curtis said. "You must know that after Ragnarok, her name continued to be passed down to the sixth century AD."

"Impossible, these are just created by later generations!" Egerberg refuted. "After the dusk of Ragnarok, all the gods died, including Valkyrie."

"Although that's the case, I have an ominous premonition. There may still be Valkyrie living in the Vallaha Palace." Curtis looked up at the top of the mountain and took a deep breath.

"Ten thousand years have passed, no one can survive." Doragorn finally spoke.

"But how do you explain the real illusion of war in Wigritte?" Curtis said. "It is hard to guarantee that people will survive in an endless cycle of time and space. Perhaps the outside world has passed ten thousand years, but their time has not changed at all."

"It makes sense." Doragorn pondered for a while. "Everyone, please be careful to maintain the formation and be alert to abnormal situations that may occur at that time."

Until they arrived at the Golden Palace, which had a severe collapse on the top of the mountain, no one encountered any enemies or accidents. Looking at the magnificent ruins in front of them, they stopped at the same time.

"Is this the Golden Palace?" Ed looked at it for a moment. "It's just an ordinary temple made of stones. How can the myths be described so exaggeratedly?"

"Myth is myth, reality is reality. No matter how many gods are human beings, what kind of buildings can they build with the social conditions at that time?" Egerberg said.

"At least we need to create a building similar to a pyramid," Edgar said.

"However, this is the place of gods that humans are confined to, how could the gods let humans come in at will?" Egberg said. "Unless it is a heroic spirit."

"Let's go in."

Doragorn only suggested after they finished speaking.

"Remember not to relax your guard."

After the words came, everyone began to enter the palace corridor. Only the sound of footsteps echoed among the ruins, which made people feel depressed.

Soon, they arrived at a place similar to a side hall.

"No, why is there nothing here! There are stones everywhere."

Edgar, who was looking around along the way, couldn't help but say.

"Shut up!"

But Curtis suddenly raised his hand and said seriously.

"Listen, there seems to be a sound around you?"

"What?"

Edgar didn't care about anything else, and even everyone held their breath and focused.

Crack, Crack—

In the depths of the corridor in front of the side hall, footsteps were heard.
To be continued...