Hewen suddenly asked:

"Do you think this will be a difficult and massive war?"

Vortigern smiled and said:

"You won't say that you can defeat me easily, right? Then why didn't you just defeat me for Arthur?"

Hewen said:

"Because you are no longer who you used to be. You used to be strong, cunning, and crazy. But in this place, all vitality is passing away. Now you are old, weak, and slow. Do you know?

"Hela's two attendants, namely Ganglati and Ganglät, are killing you, slowly, even the mighty Vortigern, in time, in aging, in front of death,

It’s also so powerless.”

Bailong asked coldly:

"You think I haven't noticed? The underworld is taking away all life. Why do you think I want to establish this country? They can help me deceive that crazy woman."

As Vortigern finished speaking, powerful vitality began to beat vigorously in his body.

It's like he never died.

Hewen said:

"If I were the newly resurrected Arthur, this would be a fierce battle. To be honest, Vortigern, I can't beat you."

Vortigern smiled ferociously:

"Isn't it too late to start thinking about the surrender speech now?"

Hewen said:

"Oh, no, you misunderstood. I can't beat you, but others can."

Vortigern looked at the stick figure:

"You mean this guy?"

Hewen shook his head:

"No, actually you have made two mistakes. Let me point them out to you. The first one is that you should not try to deceive the goddess of death. This is offensive.

"Second, you shouldn't refuse my proposal."

Vortigern smiled and said:

"You are arrogant enough. I like it, but you also said one thing wrong. I am not weak because of aging. Time has given me wisdom and I have become stronger."

Hewen asked:

"If you are outside, that may be right, but the place you are standing now is Helheim, the country of fog, and this fog will swallow up everything, including ambition, hope, humanity, and greed.

"Do you think you can beat aging? Then try it."

After speaking, Hewen's figure shrank toward his body, leaving only an old man.

Giant dragons soared in the sky, gray mist formed spectacular tornadoes, frost condensed on all buildings, and strong winds howled with hail and blizzards.

A cold current that could instantly freeze the ocean spewed out from the dragon's mouth and rushed towards the old man standing in mid-air.

Everything has slowed down.

When you get closer to the old man, everything slows down countless times. As you get closer to the old man, all things, molecules, elements, pure energy, natural essences, and concepts slow down.

Until it is infinitely close to 0.

Hewen said slowly:

"Do you know a paradox? Someone proposed to let a turtle crawl forward. If it crawls half of the remaining distance each time, then the remaining process can be divided infinitely, so it can be divided into infinite parts. Then the turtle should always be

It's just that we can't get close to the finish line.

"Do you know where he went wrong?

"This Midgardian doesn't understand mathematics, because after this distance is divided into infinity, the non-existent end is infinitesimally small, and the infinity is not necessarily infinite, it can also be just one."

Vortigern didn't understand mathematics either, so he asked:

"Have you become retarded?"

Hevin replied:

"Your attacks can't touch me, so it's not too late to escape now."

Vortigern replied nonchalantly:

"You can make something slow down, so as long as it's not moving there's no speed."

The sky around the dragon cracked like snowflakes, and then he disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of the old man, while his dragon claws squeezed Hevin's body tightly.

"I caught you.."

Hevin disagrees:

"I caught you."

Vortigern exerted great force on his wrist, trying to crush Hewen into a ball of meat paste.

But he couldn't hold it down.

And it can't be loosened.

Power and life were rapidly drained from his body, and flowed into Hevin's body.

It was faster than he imagined, and he couldn't even directly tear the space apart again.

Vortigern looked at Hevin in disbelief:

"how did you do that?"

Hewen said:

"Didn't I tell you that this is not a battle of equals? I have taken a huge advantage, so you will definitely lose. You have never become a god, right?"

Vortigern said:

"No, I mean, how do you know how to be slow, and even slow..."

The old man smiled:

"I know it was you and other guys who teamed up to kill them, but I'm not slow. I'm sorry. I started remembering it when I came to the underworld.

"Finally, I finally remembered the feeling of aging, that heart-wrenching feeling of powerlessness. When everything is falling into the abyss, you find that you are no longer young, and the things you once could do easily have become

So difficult.

"And what about your descendants? They come to you for help when they encounter difficulties, because in their eyes, you are as omnipotent as the mountains, and nothing under the sky can defeat you.

"But the fact is, you will find that you are never omnipotent, especially when you get old, magic can no longer lift the earth, and sword blades can no longer pierce evil spirits."

“You know why I know so much about aging?”

Vortigern has turned into a shriveled little dragon.

Hewen put him on the ground:

"Grow up slowly, your old enemy is Arthur, not me."

Mud surged up from both sides of him, slowly dragging the little white dragon deeper into the underworld, but he just stared at Hevin with scarlet eyes.

Then ask:

"Why?"

Hevin replied:

"Because Odin shattered my spine, imprisoned me, and no longer granted me the fruit of youth. He wanted me to deeply experience failure and powerlessness as my body gradually shriveled up and my magic power flowed out along with my blood.

"He succeeded."
Chapter completed!