Rebirth of the Viking King

Life is full of cause and effect.

10 years ago, when the thirsty Father Francis crawled in the tunnel, he hurriedly brought the woman who had lost her footing into his room.

He never imagined that these secret passages used to solve lower body problems would actually become his hiding place when inquiring about information.

More than a month of surviving in the wild caused his huge body to shrink rapidly. Under the cover of darkness, he arrived at the entrance to the outer passage of Lindisfar Abbey and crawled into the interior of the monastery like a mouse.

At this time, he was hiding in the gap between two walls, observing the chapel on the other side through a narrow gap in the wall.

When the first picture came into his eyes, Reverend Francis immediately knew that he had not come to the wrong place on this journey of seeking death.

There is a bigger mystery hidden behind the Viking king.

Because he was kneeling respectfully in front of a black-robed figure at this time.

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Darkness fell, and only a brazier burned in the empty chapel. The dim light of the fire reflected the familiar face of the "sect master", but the difference today was that he was not wearing the mask that hung on his face almost all the time.

He showed a stern face.

He was not wearing any human skin.

However, Father Francis could not see it at this time, because the man happened to have his back to the wall. At this time, he could only hear a burst of gloomy and hoarse English.

"Lord Sect Leader, have you finally returned?"

"Well," the sect leader said in a low and magnetic voice, "It's been such a troubled time lately."

Hearing these words, Ivar's shoulders could not suppress a slight tremor. This is a subconscious action that the human body makes under extreme fear.

Father Francis simply could not imagine that the Viking king who wanted to be invincible under his command would be so afraid of a solitary stranger.

Or

This is not a "person"?

Holding his breath and concentrating, the old priest in the crack in the wall didn't even dare to take a breath. He knew he had gotten some incredible information tonight!

This information might even be more important than Duke Loki's invasion!

"In recent days, I am not in this plane. I have entered the 'Land of God's Fall' to try to find clues about the past existence of the Lord of Light."

"I didn't expect that in just two years, the sleeping Leviathan would be blown up!"

"Most of all the 'specimens' preserved in Night City followed its body and sank to the bottom of the sea, while the other half dug a tunnel in the freezing cold and successfully escaped into the sea.

200 million years ago, when my people and Leviathan escaped from the 'Light Barrier', even the Lord of Light, as powerful as he was, could not find any trace of us in this world!

All the millions of years of accumulation of the 12 sect masters were destroyed in one day, and it all started from this blind and greedy thing! "

After finishing speaking, the sect leader stretched out a strong arm, and with a strange twist in the air, a black portal appeared out of thin air.

With a casual pull, he pulled out a bloody figure from the portal.

If Loki were here, he would definitely recognize this man!

Because this is the low-key doorman who is killing everyone at "Izumo Trading Company" in Yorkshire!

"This greedy and stupid Eastern Continent bastard traded a notebook of a Tang adventurer as a 'general map of the world' to Walder's disciples."

“It would be fine if he was just an ordinary Viking, but this Viking borrowed his incredible luck from nowhere!

Not only did he kill Walder and enter the Sunken City to obtain the inheritance of the 'Scarlet Creator', he also found the Chosen Holy Bishop who knew how to read the relics of saints, and successfully found the hiding place of Leviathan!

And all of this is done under your supervision!

If there is an eternal sinner in the Illuminati, this beast accounts for 90% of it, and you will never be able to escape from it! "

The frightened Ivar wanted to argue, but he opened his mouth and finally said nothing.

The Viking King knew very well that everything he had gained in the first half of his life, whether it was through mass production of the Chosen Ones under the Hall of Valor 8 sequence with the help of the Holy Mountain, or entering Asgard and forming an alliance with the portal guardian.

All of this is accomplished with the help of the Illuminati.

Only a few people in the world know about the existence of the Illuminati, and by chance, Ivar is one of them. He deeply understands that this secret society that has been controlling the world behind the scenes for a long time has become so powerful that ordinary people cannot defeat it.

Therefore, he did not dare to resist at all against the 'sect leader''s doubts.

Not even the most basic "justification".

"The Holy Mountain was captured by him, and the key to the Asgard portal fell into his hands!

As a member of the Illuminati, you are really excellent, even so excellent that it worries me!

If I hadn't personally introduced you to the Freemasonry back then, I would have even suspected that you were a spy from the 'Freemasonry'! "

The arrogant Ivar turned pale. In the cold early spring wind, big beads of sweat began to drip from his cheeks.

"Sir, please give me another chance. I will definitely kill this thief and take back the Asgard portal."

The sect master looked at the Viking King who was kneeling on the ground, remained silent for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh.

He has made some determination,

"The key to the Asgard portal is only 5 centimeters long and wide. If you really push him, and he throws the portal key into the sea, the Illuminati will not be able to enter Asgard for another ten thousand years. !”

"Ivar, you are one of the few smart people among the Vikings. For more than twenty years, you have worked hard to manage the Holy Mountain and helped my people enter Asgard to develop potions. You can also be regarded as setting a good example for my people." Too much credit.

If you have any last words, you can say them now. "

The Viking King knew these words would come sooner or later. But when he actually heard it, he still felt deeply humiliated.

(The whole thing was caused by Loki, what does it have to do with me!)

(I rule my people, how can I still supervise in detail what the village chief of a run-down village is doing every day?)

At this moment, the anger from the bottom of his heart suddenly took over his emotions.

In the Illuminati, his status is not high. But in Scandinavia, he was the king of the Vikings after all.

What flows in his body is still the blood belonging to Olaf, the "Bloody Conqueror".

He was never willing to die.

Looking at the sect master with a sinister look, realizing that his back was turned to him, Ivar pulled out the saber-toothed blade hanging from his waist without leaving any trace. In the flash of lightning, he used the power of "Storm Summoner" to power the bone blade. Coated with a fine layer of electro-optical light.

However, just when he wanted to penetrate into the back of the "sect leader"

He heard a contemptuous laugh.

The sect master turned his head, and the slightly raised corner of his mouth reminded him that he was facing one of the 12 sect masters of the Illuminati and the true ruler of the Western Continent - "Lord of Earth and Sea" Mutu.

Ivar wanted to pull out the arrow-toothed leopard tooth next to him, but just as his finger moved a centimeter, Mutu lightly snapped his fingers.

He immediately fell to the ground silently like a bag of rice that lost its support.

"He's a good guy and very loyal."

"But we have to admit that we are once again standing in the midst of a huge change. Ivar's ability is no longer enough to calm this incident."

"Black Shark"

"You have been with him for a short time. You can complete the remaining tasks."

A crooked figure stepped out of the shadow of the chapel. Because the distance was too far, Father Francis could not see his face clearly. But as he walked to Ivar's silent body, the man stretched out his hands and put them behind his head, and a whole piece of human skin fell off his body!

The dim light from the brazier reflected a green figure covered in blood.

A lizard man appeared in front of the old patriarch.

Prior to his expedition to Scandinavia, Father Francis had seen little of the market. In terms of vision, he is not as good as Jerome, who once traveled around the world with his mentor.

In terms of courage, he is not a knight-errant at all.

When such a terrifying and weird scene happened in front of his eyes, even though he tried his best to hold his breath, the too narrow gap in the wall could not bear the slightest tremor of his huge body.

Hearing a sound coming from the wall behind him, Black Shark turned his head.

He casually pulled up the cross in the chapel and smashed it against the fragile brick wall!

A large number of bricks accompanied by smoke and dust fell in front of him.

In the empty gaps in the wall, several rats injured by broken bricks were struggling to death.