Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 417 Ymir, do you dare to agree to call me daddy? (6.5k)

"Wow~"

The icy water of chaos slapped against the earth covered with layers of frozen soil. A majestic warship passed through the thick fog and slowly docked on the shore.

Finally arrived!

Before the ship had even stopped, several vigorous figures eagerly opened the cabin, lowered the baffles, and rushed towards this new world.

However, after observing for a while, they were disappointed by what they saw.

This is a land of cold and darkness, with countless snowflakes and ice crystals flying here. The flying snow and dense clouds are like thick fog, shrouding the surroundings tightly, without a trace of light, it is pitch black, eerie, and bone-chilling cold.

At the same time, the ground under your feet is covered with layers of frozen soil and ice, which is as hard as iron when you step on it. It is surrounded by steep glaciers, and their sharp arcs are daunting.

"Ah sneeze!"

Jason, who led the team out of the cabin for inspection, had not taken a few steps when he couldn't help sneezing heavily, his body shrank into a ball, and a layer of blue frost formed on his eyebrows and hair.

Feeling that his blood and soul were almost frozen, Jason quickly spoke with a trembling reminder:

"Cast...spell...quickly..."

Upon seeing this, Orpheus, the son of Apollo, who was accompanying him, quickly touched the harp in his arms, preparing to summon light and fire to drive away the biting cold for his teammates.

However, as soon as the fingertips exerted force, the strings, which were crispy from the cold, snapped, almost cutting off Orpheus's entire finger.

Helpless, he could only use all his strength to activate the blood of Apollo in his body.

Golden flames suddenly burst out from Orpheus's body, bringing a touch of warmth and light to this cold and dark world.

But before the Argonauts around them felt any real warmth, they were shocked to find that the divine flame on Orpheus was swaying violently in the cold current, and soon became as weak as a candle in the wind.

Orpheus had some disbelief in evil and pushed the power of Apollo in his body to the extreme, trying to keep the divine flame burning.

However, as a cold wave blew by, the burning golden flame on his body turned into a strange ice blue.

After a while, the flames stopped beating and turned into clusters of burning blue ice crystals.

As if struck by thunder, Orpheus couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of divine blood mixed with ice particles. His pale face became sluggish, his skin gradually became necrotic blue-gray, and his body fell straight to the ground.

Fortunately, a hand stretched out from behind gently lifted him up, and the thick warmth melted the coldness that invaded his body.

As his body gradually regained consciousness, Orpheus looked half-ashamed, half-grateful as he appeared behind him;

"Thank you, sir..."

Lorne nodded slightly, glanced at Jason, whose face was also livid from the cold, and said in a deep voice: "Orpheus is injured and needs someone to take care of him. You take him back to the ship first, and I and the others will continue to explore. ”

When Jason heard this, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He quickly picked up Orpheus, trembling, and rushed towards the Argonauts, which was protected by a large magic spell.

In front of the ship, Hermes, the god of travelers, led the two little guys who were almost frozen into popsicles, and then came to Lorn's side with the Merchant Staff, looking deeply at the endless ice and snow storm surging around him. He frowned and said, "The climate in this damn place is too extreme, isn't it? Can't even handle the divine blood of Apollo?"

Lorne rolled his eyes at Hermes and couldn't help but snorted: "I would like to ask you, is this Egypt?"

"Well, it's the age of the gods after all, right?" Hermes smiled coquettishly. Under Lorn's unkind gaze, he shrank his neck and coughed softly, "How about we go back? Try another route?"

When Lorne heard this, he looked at Hermes with disdain: "Are you sure you can find the Age of Gods you mentioned by taking another route?"

Hermes smiled and said nothing, his eyes a little wandering.

The name of the God of Wisdom, Thoth, was only vaguely heard by him. It was purely a coincidence of a blind cat encountering a dead mouse. If he really knew how to get to the Age of Gods in Egypt, he would have gone to explore the way first. How could he have misunderstood this? Plant the pie and leave it to outsiders.

"Let's go, follow me to the front to take a look first." Lorne said helplessly, adding a classic self-comfort by the way, "It's here now..."

Hermes nodded in agreement, and then waved the Shang Shen's staff, blessing everyone with speed, and then took the initiative to lead the way.

Under the protection of the Lord God's power, the team's traveling speed instantly increased several times. The heroes braved the severe cold and blizzards and began to gradually explore the depths of the continent.

Ten kilometers, twenty kilometers, thirty kilometers...

One hundred kilometers, five hundred kilometers, one thousand kilometers...

As the exploration continued, Hermes' face gradually turned blue.

This ghost place is a new generation of gods. Everything is very primitive. Not only is it full of severe cold and storms, but the further you go inside, the worse the environment becomes.

After advancing for more than 1,000 kilometers, Hermes, who had been providing protection to other divine blood heroes, began to feel a little overwhelmed.

In desperation, Hermes stopped and turned back to remind Lorne:

"We can't go any further, otherwise the return trip will be a big problem!"

Lorne looked at the Argonauts who looked tired and covered with frost. After thinking for a moment, he made an arrangement:

"Then you take them back to the ship to rest first, and I'll go take a look myself."

"good!"

Hermes quickly nodded in agreement and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that this person would insist on taking them into the endless snowstorm to find the so-called "opportunity".

After all, not every hero or god is suitable to be an indomitable pioneer, especially in such a harsh environment of the Age of Gods.

Moreover, this is just the beginning of the journey and there are such powerful obstacles. Who knows what dangers are waiting for them ahead? He doesn't want to fall in this foreign land for no reason.

When Hermes was about to return with the team, Lorne seemed to remember something and called him. He handed a Gorgon emblem on his body to the God of Travelers and solemnly instructed: "Take this with you, it resonates with my divinity. As long as this thing is still working, it proves that I am fine. You just wait on the shore."

Watching Hermes take the token without thinking, turn around and gradually disappear in the snowstorm with the Argonauts, Lorne nodded secretly.

Although they were on the same boat, it was hard to guarantee that the other party was completely in the same mind as him.

So to be on the safe side, Loen naturally needed to leave a backup plan for himself:

The Gorgon emblem was not only a token that could resonate with his divinity, but also a spatial coordinate that allowed him to remotely locate the location of the Argo.

At that time, whether he encountered unsolvable troubles on the road or any changes on the ship, he could rush back as soon as possible.

Okay, the retreat has been prepared, and it's time to move forward.

Loen calmed down, looked up at the light band of flames and cold fog in the center of the continent, spread his golden wings behind him, like a dazzling meteor passing through layers of turbulent cold fog, and moved forward firmly and rapidly towards the goal.

The golden flame drew a brilliant light path in the ice-blue frost, straight forward.

One day, two days, three days...

One month, three months, half a year...

This cold frost fog seemed to have no end, and the dark world seemed to have no end.

Emptiness and dead silence seemed to be the only background here.

After an unknown amount of time, the bone-deep coldness around him gradually disappeared, replaced by a steaming heat.

On a piece of frozen soil where the frost had melted, a verdant new bud broke out of the ground.

As the green came into his eyes, Lorne's trance gradually became clear, and his brain, like a rusty gear, began to work awkwardly.

"Bang!"

He put away his light wings, and his frost-covered body landed in front of the new bud, with a strong vitality rushing towards him.

Lorne felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring, and he couldn't help but let out a comfortable groan. The layers of dark blue ice on his body gradually melted, and the internal and external trauma caused by frost, wind pressure, and ether tides along the way gradually disappeared.

And the almost dried-up divine power in his body also turned into a constant flow of living water, quickly overflowing.

Hiss~

This power of creation is so strong!

After coming back to his senses, Loen gasped and looked eagerly at the green new bud growing on the frozen soil.

From the appearance, it seems to be a sapling of an ash tree. Three roots penetrate deep into the frozen soil, constantly absorbing rich ether factors, providing a continuous source of vitality for the trunk. Nine branches spread everywhere, containing a huge power of creation. The leaves seem to gather the vast stars, and the branches seem to be pregnant with fruits called [World].

Such a significant appearance and characteristics made Loen think of the creation holy objects in a certain God Age genealogy.

World Tree - Yggdrasil!

This is the foundation of the Nordic God Age, and it is also the lifeline that brings prosperity to the Nordic God System. It once nurtured and supported the legendary nine Nordic kingdoms with its own strength.

But unfortunately, this ash sapling is currently only more than one person tall, far less majestic and magnificent than the one recorded in the myth.

So, this is the Nordic God Age?

It seems that it has just taken shape not long ago?

After a brief thought, Loen looked at the lingering cold fog to the north of the World Tree and the never-extinguished flames to the south, and immediately confirmed his speculation.

That's right, this world burning with endless ice flames is the legendary Nordic Age of Gods.

Compared with the Greek and Egyptian Ages of Gods, which have long been mature, it is still very young, like a newborn baby.

The actual literature records also vaguely match these characteristics. The origin of Greek mythology is a few centuries before Christ, and the formation of Norse mythology is relatively late. It began to become popular in Norway, Denmark, Sweden and other places around the 1st and 2nd centuries AD. It was not until around the 7th century AD that it was spread to Iceland and other places with a group of immigrants heading north, and was completely complete.

So that's it...

Loen nodded slightly, looking at the seedling of the World Tree with burning eyes.

However, he soon frowned.

Because of the intrusion of an outsider, the World Tree, which was still in the seedling stage, was deprived of a lot of nutrients, which led to its sluggishness, and even the branches and veins on one side began to show signs of decay and yellowing.

Lorne looked down at his full HP and MP, and sighed helplessly.

The World Tree withered after just a few breaths, and it was unrealistic to expect it to deal with Zeus.

As if sensing the malice of an outsider, the young World Tree's branches and leaves rustled, and its trunk trembled. Three roots extended under the frozen soil, trying to extract the surrounding ether to prolong its life.

But this land is too barren, and the environment here is too harsh.

The frost fog that never dissipates and the flames that never go out make life almost extinct here, and also make the growth of the World Tree extremely difficult.

After a brief thought, Luo En took out the Holy Grail from the magic array and sprinkled the divine blood transformed into divine liquid on the roots of the World Tree seedling. The three thick root veins immediately absorbed the golden divine liquid like a sponge and transported it to the main body.

Suddenly, the World Tree seedling trembled with joy, and the trunk rose step by step, suddenly soaring dozens of meters, and the breath of life increased several times.

It works!

Luo En's eyes lit up, looking around at the surging frost and flames, and he couldn't help but think of a wonderful idea.

—— [Chaos] is disordered, [World] is orderly, so the more mature the God Age, the more perfect the order.

—— If he can artificially reconcile the power of this new God Age and transform the chaotic ether into absorbable nutrients, can he accelerate the development of the God Age and the growth of the World Tree?

Coincidentally, the various divine patterns he learned are a key to construct order with his own will.

Thinking of this, Luo En was inspired, and then he no longer hesitated. He used the gun of nation-building as a pen and the blood of gods as ink to carve out divine patterns on the branches and leaves of the world tree.

"Boom!"

As if sensing an unprecedented change, the sky of the Nordic God Age was thundering and the wind was blowing. Sounds like howling and roaring kept pouring into Luo En's brain.

But even though his consciousness was constantly impacted and his blood was boiling, he did not stop. Instead, he wrote more and more anxiously and faster.

The appearance of the divine patterns became more and more casual, gradually deviating from the inherent image in Luo En's memory, and became one by one seemingly true but not true, but extremely suitable for the characteristics of this land.

Finally, the last stroke was completed.

"Buzz!"

The 24 ancient inscriptions of the God Age engraved on the seedling of the world tree trembled together, and a colorful aurora broke through the boundless chaos, breaking up the frost and flames surrounding it.

Suddenly, the entire Nordic Age of Gods could not help but undergo earth-shaking changes.

In the northern foggy kingdom of Niflheim, a spring called "Hvergelmir" gushed out water violently, and under the influence of the cold current, the spring water turned into ice and snow. The accumulated ice and snow became more and more, and thicker and thicker. The glaciers and ice caps continued to stretch, and finally exceeded the border of Niflheim. The huge icebergs rolled and fell into the gap called "Kinlunga" in the center of the world, and gradually filled this huge crack connected to chaos;

At the same time, the southern fire kingdom of Muspelheim also continuously ejected a large amount of high-temperature flames, splashed many dazzling sparks, and blew out gusts of hot winds, and also fell into the Kinlunga gap, making the south side of the gap warm and bright.

In the center of the chasm, the glaciers of the Land of Mist and the flames of the Land of Fire met. The ice melted into water droplets due to the heat, and finally heated into steam, which spread in the chasm. When it encountered the strong cold wind blowing from Niflheim, it condensed into water droplets again, turned into rain clouds, and it rained heavily in the chasm. Then it was heated into steam again by the hot wind, and the cycle repeated. Under the attack of hot air and cold air, gusts of wind blew in the chasm.

In this way, the heat waves of the Land of Fire and the cold air of the Land of Mist interacted and offset each other in the chasm. The violent forces of ice and fire also reached a balance under the constant conflict and fusion, turning into endless divine liquid and descending, nourishing the seedlings of the world tree and the land under its roots.

After an unknown period of time, the new stamen on the barren land grew into a towering tree, and the infinite divine breath flowed in the green veins and branches.

At the same time, a withered figure under the tree slowly opened his eyes and waved forward.

A long spear in the shape of a dead branch embedded in the trunk of the tree made a humanized sound and automatically flew back to the palm of its owner.

Feeling the divine aura surging in the spear body and the unfamiliar power connotation, Luo En showed a relieved smile on his face.

Finally succeeded!

A god-killing weapon that does not belong to the Greek God Age and is not restricted by the Greek destiny!

Just as Luo En's heart was surging, the world tree in front of him, which had grown into a towering giant, shook violently.

"Kacha~~"

Accompanied by a crisp breaking sound, a piece of red and black dead branch fell from the top of the world tree and fell into Luo En's hands.

Luo En was slightly stunned, and asked the world tree in front of him thoughtfully:

"You are here, thanking me?"

"Rustle..."

The branches and leaves of the world tree gently rubbed, responding in a unique way.

Seeing this, Luo En weighed the red and black dead branches in his hand, feeling a little amused.

What do you use this thing for? To make a fire?

"Buzz!"

As he subconsciously swung forward, the red and black dead branches in his hand suddenly burned violently, and hundreds of meters of dark red flames rushed out, piercing through the crown of the World Tree like a knife cutting tofu.

Suddenly, large branches and leaves turned to ashes in the scarlet flames.

"Rustle~!"

The World Tree rubbed its branches and leaves, screaming rapidly, like a frightened child.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Luo En came to his senses and quickly threw down the red and black dead branches in his hand to clean up the burning branches and leaves for the World Tree.

After a flurry of activity, he finally rescued the smoking World Tree.

"Sha~~"

Hearing the rubbing sound of leaves conveying a different emotion, Luo En, the instigator, couldn't help but laugh;

"Ahem, my hand slipped, I didn't expect the thing you gave me would be so powerful."

As if it was very pleased with someone's praise, the gloomy atmosphere around the World Tree gradually dissipated, and several curling branches pulled out the red and black dead branch on the ground and returned it to Loen's hands.

At this moment, the thing that absorbed Loen's divine power and the divinity of the World Tree was completely different from its previous ordinary appearance:

The three-meter-long red and black wooden body turned into a dark red sword blade like gems and metals, the end turned into a hilt, and the branches surrounding it on both sides became hand guards.

Loen just looked at the sword from a distance, as if he saw a blazing sea of ​​fire, and the strong burning sensation spread from his sight to his soul.

This seemed to be a divine artifact forged by the World Tree with its own branches, which contained the divinity of the Fire Country that it could not digest, so it had a powerful destructive power.

"Sand~~"

Lorne heard the familiar sound of branches rubbing against each other, and looked at the dark red giant sword in his hand, and couldn't help showing surprise:

"Let me give it a name?"

"Sand!"

The World Tree rubbed its branches and gave a positive answer.

After a short contemplation, Lorne looked at the burning sword and the charred branches of the World Tree, and said inexplicably:

"Laevateinn?"

After saying that, Lorne was stunned.

In fact, the word Laevateinn is not strictly a "name", but a "compound metaphor" about "sword", which means "the one who hurts the branch" or "the destruction of the branch", indicating that it has the terrible power to destroy the Nordic World Tree.

And this thing is also the legendary flaming magic sword that led the entire Nordic to the Ragnarok!

The world tree Yggdrasil...

The flaming sword Levadin...

And the 24 sacred runes he carved into the tree...

Is all this [inevitable] or [accidental]?

With the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Loen was a little dazed for a moment.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a loud noise came from the Jinlunga Chasm where the flames and mist met. A towering giant god broke free from the shackles of the ice and roared to the sky. The majestic divine power dispersed the flames and mist that had accumulated over the Nordic God Age for who knows how many years.

In an instant, the entire Nordic God Age shook violently, and the terrifying ether storm swept in all directions, turning everything into dust.

Loen looked at the monster in the Jinlunga Chasm that turned the entire Nordic God Age upside down with just a roar, and his face changed slightly.

The ancestor giant - Ymir!

The original creator of the Norse God Age, the origin of life with the same status as Chaos, the Greek God of Chaos.

It seems that his private reconciliation of the power of ice and fire not only made the World Tree develop early, but also made the egg of life in the Jinlunga Chasm hatch early.

By the way, am I considered half the father of the ancestor giant Ymir?

If he admits it, it shouldn't be a problem to return to Greece with such a helper to kill Zeus, right?

"Roar!"

A thunderous roar interrupted Loen's reverie. The newly born ancestor giant seemed to smell some sweet smell. He sniffed first, then looked excitedly at a place covered by the light pattern. Sticky saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, fell on the cold frozen soil, and turned into a rushing river.

The moment he met the eyes of the ancestor giant, Loen couldn't help but stand on end.

It was hard to say whether he could recognize his relatives, but he was sure that this thing that had just woken up should be very hungry...

Moreover, whether in Greece or Northern Europe, the records about the giants were synonymous with chaos, disorder and brutality, and they were monsters whose instincts outweighed their rationality.

If he tried to get close to them, he would be eaten up even if he was his own father, let alone his cheap wild father.

As if to confirm the idea in Lorne's mind, Ymir, who had locked onto the living creature, decisively stepped out of the Jinlunga chasm, the place of birth, and ran towards him with his white gums.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lorne decisively dodged and flew a hundred miles away, drawing Ymir's attention to a barren land to prevent the world tree from being affected.

When the monster rumbled towards him, Lorne immediately spread his divine will to anchor the location of the Argo, used the previously reserved Gorgon elephant emblem as a medium to start the space teleportation ritual, and then turned around and rushed into it without any hesitation.

"Boom!"

A giant fist the size of a mountain fell, and the madly compressed ether factor exploded violently. Layers of space ripples visible to the naked eye spread rapidly, and the swaying flames and mist intertwined and twisted with each other, turning into pieces of ice-blue flames the size of meteorites falling in all directions.

For a moment, the glaciers on the earth shattered, the mountains collapsed, the flames froze, and even the far-away Chaos Sea rolled with huge waves, rolling up violent ether tides.

What's going on?

The Argonauts, who were ordered to anchor on the shore, were shocked to see such a scene.

At the same time, a golden figure fell from the torn space crack to the deck and ordered unceremoniously:

"Return! Sail now!"

The Argonauts saw the face that was battered by wind and frost, but the outline was still very familiar to them, and they immediately nodded as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Then, everyone quickly returned to their respective posts, started the Argo, and sailed away from this wild land filled with frozen soil and fire, heading towards their long-lost homeland.

Just as the warship left the shore, a giant god that covered the sky and the sun rushed to the shallows and roared in resentment at a large box of delicious snacks that had disappeared into the depths of the Chaos Sea.