The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1031 - 100 Hela: You stood me up again, huh? _2

"What does that woman look like?"

"Long purple hair, eyes as red as blood, wearing a light purple tight outfit, looks very cold..."

Listening to the description from the other side, that strong sense of déjà vu made Luo En’s heart skip a beat, and the answer blurted out:

"Scadi?"

"It seems to be that name! Xili and Gandalf also referred to her as that, sir, do you know her?"

A startled voice came from the ring, obviously quite surprised by the result.

Not just know her, I only recently killed her adoptive father...

Luo En pinched his aching temples, a sense of foreboding rising in his mind.

Why has Scadi returned at this time?

So, did she appear in the Northern Kingdom because she found out her adoptive father Saki was killed, and came to Midgard to vent her fury and seek vengeance?

This is trouble.

Luo En quickly thought for a moment, and sternly instructed the magic ring:

"Don’t start a conflict with her, I’ll head to the Northern Realm right away!"

However, there was no response from the magic ring, replaced by a burst of frantic static:

"Sir, those things... have caught up with me, I..."

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a violent explosion and the sound of gravel falling, the line went dead.

Luo En’s expression changed slightly: "Hold on, I’m on my way!"

The situation was urgent, without further thought, he transformed into a stream of light headed straight for the northern human kingdom in Midgard.

In the courtyard, Black Dragon King Nidhogg and the Goddess of Youth Eden watched Luo En’s disappearing figure with wide eyes, large question marks popping up in their minds.

Is he still going to see Hela?

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Meanwhile, in the northern realm of Midgard, a tall figure swiftly moved through the dense evergreen forest.

She had violet eyes and jet-black hair, and slightly pointed ears that hinted at some elf bloodline, her features imbued with natural elegance and grace, a beauty with mature and intellectual charm.

However, at this moment, she clutched her bleeding left shoulder with one hand, stumbling as she walked, the outer black mage robe torn and tattered, covered in dirt and snagged branches, revealing blood-stained white undergarments, in a desperately woeful state.

With each step, she had to pause to catch her breath, but quickly she would push forward with gritted teeth, dragging her heavy body deeper into the forest.

Clearly, she was in a dire situation, seemingly running for her life.

Behind her, layers of gray mist swiftly spread, horse whinnies, the clattering of armor, and the clashing of swords emanating from within, growing ever clearer.

They’re catching up again, damn it!

The fleeing woman sensed the commotion behind her, cursed under her breath, decisively turned back, and raised her hand toward the approaching gray mist, rapidly chanting an elven incantation.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with wind and thunder, with several bolts of thunderbolt slicing down from the dark clouds, breaking through the enveloping mist.

The mist churned like a tide, unveiling the silhouette of a solemn and imposing army of thousands.

They were entirely formed from mist, wearing varied styles of armor, riding war horses or magical beasts, brandishing various tattered flags, seemingly a makeshift force, yet they exuded a terrifying martial aura that struck fear into the onlookers.

— The Wild Hunt!

A spectral army, commanded by the Power of Death, summoned from the underground to the mortal realm.

In life, they were often top-tier warriors, only in death could their souls coalesce, summoned by magic and authority, returning to the battlefield, like a pack of deathly hounds, frantically pursuing their chosen prey.

If she were at her peak, it wouldn’t be difficult to survive an encounter with this Wild Hunt Army.

But now, she was severely wounded, the entity inside her had not been removed, her strength was diminished to nearly nothing, against these immortal creatures, her only choice was to flee.

Clenching her blood-drained lips, the woman struggled to maintain the thunder barrier while sprinting further into the dense forest.

Still, after a few steps, a sharp pain erupted from her left shoulder, with several crimson thorns growing out from the wound, piercing through her flesh, stabbing into her right hand.

The intense anguish struck her soul, nearly causing her to faint from the pain.

Biting her lip until it bled, she managed through sheer willpower to retain her senses, only to discover that the thunder barrier behind her, lacking spiritual power to sustain it, had collapsed, unable to halt the pursuing Wild Hunt Army.

Seeing the thousand-strong spectral army rapidly tearing through the forest, about to engulf her, the woman steeled herself, kissed the gold ring on her left index finger, then knelt on the ground, fingers interlaced, chanting an ancient incantation:

"One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all, and in the fire bind them..."

With her chanting, her blood transformed into flames, burning fiercely on her skin, like a torch lit in the long night, driving away the darkness, summoning light before her.

As a lesser bearer of the magic ring, she was, in a sense, one of the Flame King Loki’s favored, a proxy for his will, patrolling his domain.

Thus, besides the power boost and extended lifespan bestowed by the magic ring, she could also use it to invoke the gaze of the Flame King, or even his presence.

Yet to summon such a powerful Chief God into this world with a mortal and elf’s body, an extremely heavy price must be paid.

— That of life and soul.