Rebirth of the Viking King

Following Flore were 12 Frostmen in his fleet.

They make a living by hunting whales.

Among the 12 people, no one is God's chosen one.

At this time, they were caught in the attack of six Cyclops!

As a rare pacifist among the Vikings, Flor spent his life fishing and rarely participated in any battles. Unexpectedly, the first battle he was forced to participate in turned out to be an attack by an ancient monster.

This made him stand on end with chills all over his body.

But there was nothing we could do.

The giants who suddenly appeared around the corner obviously also noticed them. Flor could see their crystal single eyes blink twice, and then slowly raised the throwing spear in their hands.

Flor's eyeballs instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

"Everyone, take cover!"

"Dodge them all!"

Before he finished speaking, he pushed Elizabeth behind the broken wall beside him. The girl's weak body hit the hard and cold gravel on the ground, causing her cheek to hurt.

Boom, boom, boom!

Three crisp sounds came from behind.

That was the sound of iron spears piercing into stone slabs!

Looking back, the pale man who had pulled her out of the castle had been pierced by three spears at the same time!

The hard spear was thrown with great force, and nearly half of its length was nailed into the ground. The triangular support made it impossible for him to break free.

The six cyclops spread their legs, and dull sounds continued to be heard. However, at the last moment of his life, his organs ruptured, causing large amounts of blood to flow out of the corners of his mouth.

Even so, he was still trying his best to wave to Elizabeth.

"run"

"Run!"

The girl felt her cold heart suddenly become hot.

Along the way, he followed the Viking lord named Loki Starrag with cold eyes and watched him command the army and send tens of thousands of English soldiers to hell with his own hands.

Each of these precious men is the backbone of the family and an indispensable labor force for the kingdom. However, this decisive Viking lord did not initiate peace talks, nor did he say any more nonsense. No one alive with weapons in their path was spared.

But the girl never killed him again.

**

Elizabeth didn't know what was going on with her.

Maybe it's because in Wanghai Fortress, this person has to take the lead in protecting himself even if he is injured?

Maybe it was because his father followed him politely all the way, with admiration flashing in his eyes from time to time?

Or

Seeing the Viking Duke killing Wessex's troops in batches like pigs, a secret corner of her heart seemed to feel a strange excitement.

This excitement comes from the fact that Mercia has been pinned down by Wessex for hundreds of years.

It also comes from the disdainful faces of the heads of state when they mentioned "Ulysses Elam" in the apple orchard.

The devout girl who believed in the Holy Light throughout her life regarded this shameful excitement as an inner demon. Every night, she would hold the cross with both hands and face the morning star in the east to repent devoutly.

Perhaps it was the all-day repentance that delayed him from continuing to assassinate Loki.

(Well, that must be the case.)

In an unknown process, the girl's feelings towards the Vikings gradually changed from simple hatred to an emotion that she couldn't even explain.

Hate, no doubt, is still there.

After all, these guys have the blood of countless Mercian people on their hands.

However, when she was rescued from danger time and time again by these big men, was it possible that she didn't have any other feelings in her heart?

The girl didn’t dare to ask herself this question.

However, at this time, when she saw Flor's body fixed on the short spear and the blood pouring out of his mouth, she rushed to him regardless of her own safety.

The plain white dress dragged a white afterimage in the firelight. Ellan had no time to hold her daughter, so she could only watch her weak figure stand in front of Flo, facing the six Cyclops alone.

The Cyclops obviously did not expect such a target to appear in front of him.

For a moment of slight astonishment, Elizabeth raised her hands and recited the complex "miracle spell" again.

A long string of obscure characters that did not belong to this world came out of her mouth.

A scorching sun appeared in the held-up snow-white hands.

This is not an ethereal flash of light but a blazing ball of light that has substance!

Brilliant, like stars!

The Princess of Mercia, who had exerted all her potential, once again "concentrated light into objects" when the Cyclops came to her and stretched out their big hands to pull out the short spear.

The star exploded in her hands.

A pale white suddenly appeared in the ruined city. During the standing time, the pure white light was like the white paint eroding the canvas, mercilessly devouring everything in front of everyone's eyes.

Light is formless, fragile, and warm.

But at this time, everyone discovered that when the gentle light is compressed and exploded, this thing can still emit the function of destroying the world!

**

Flor, not far from the blast center, bore the brunt of the blast.

He discovered that no matter whether his eyes were open or closed, the pure whiteness in front of him could not be removed at all.

This is true for humans with eyelids. There are no facial features on the head, and the Cyclops with only one giant eye is an even more devastating blow.

The pure white holy light, symbolizing death, instantly filled the entire city. In the turbulent holy light that overwhelmed everything, the Cyclops was caught off guard and immediately fell into long-term blindness!

And this gave the Viking warriors who immediately recovered from the dizziness a hard-won opportunity to fight back!