Rebirth of the Viking King

The "Deep Diver" no longer knows how many years he has lived to this day.

Hundreds of years ago, he was a fisherman.

A series of memories of working hard to fish, save money, marry a wife, and have children every day were hidden in his brain, like ancient memories from the previous life.

He could no longer remember his previous name, what his wife looked like, how many children he had, and even which country he was from.

Ever since he was dragged down to the dark seabed by that strange fish, he has lived with this strange appearance for too long.

It was so long that he no longer felt that he was ever a human being.

In the darkness and chaos, he carried out his superiors' tasks. Together with thousands of compatriots around him, he polluted the human land and turned innocent people into his own kind.

During this process, many companions died.

They either died from the sacred fire of the Vulcan Cult, or died from the Holy Light. However, the "Deep Divers" miraculously survived in this round of strangulation.

Over hundreds of years, he gradually improved his hunting skills from an ordinary farmer. Now he can even stand in the position of "Abyss Sacrifice".

An old Viking man is really not a formidable enemy.

Stretching out his tentacles and easily grabbing the ax he threw, the "Deep Diver" gathered his soft arms that covered the entire room to form dozens of ropes, tightly binding his body.

When layers of thick tentacles formed dozens of ropes to wrap him up, the deep diver tightened the tentacles with bursts of laughter.

The power belonging to demigods is simply not something that mortals can contend with.

What's more, the target in his hands is already a 62-year-old man. Compared with young people, the old man's body is already unusually thin.

Accompanied by two crisp sounds of "bang" and "bang"

Clint's proud head dropped silently, and a stream of donated blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He let go of his big hand, and the tightly held hand ax fell from his thick palm, hitting the stone floor with a crisp sound.

In front of the "Deep Diver", an old Viking man is not worthy of his excessive gaze. Spending so many resources to lurk in Yun Province, they have only one goal, and that is to help the sect leader capture Alfred alive.

Only by completing this mission can the "Dagon Cult", which has been hidden at the edge of the world for a long time, be able to receive more care from the "Illuminati".

Seeing that Clint was dead, he let go of his tentacles and kicked him aside, while closing his eyes to channel his telekinesis.

He could feel that the remaining spiritual energy in his body could no longer support him in summoning so much sea water. He had to find Alfred before the sun came up.

For this reason, he could only use his spiritual consciousness to control all the drowned people to carefully search every bit of land in the valley.

Time passed by, and after about ten minutes, the cold stone room was once again shrouded in darkness.

In the darkness, Clint in the corner of the room opened his eyes covertly.

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His left arm and three ribs were broken by the squeeze of the thick tentacles. The broken bones penetrated the organs, causing bone-chilling pain.

But even so, he managed to resist for 10 minutes.

No breathing.

No movement.

No sound was made either.

All cunning creatures in the forest want to live a long life, and "playing dead" is one of the essential survival skills. Although Odin's people are brave warriors who are not afraid of death, they must also have the courage to temporarily avoid the edge to make their death more valuable.

Clint is one of the best.

After the bone is broken, even the slightest movement of the body will cause heartbreaking pain.

For a full 10 minutes, he held his breath and only completed one action.

He took the flagon hanging from his belt.

Turning his eyes secretly, he could see that the deep diver was still hunched over and casting spells with his eyes closed. The dancing flames in the stove shone on his back, already giving the wet divination a hint of dryness.

Touching his back again, he found the last handaxe in his belt.

Clint knew he had to make a desperate move.

In the case of broken bones, every expansion and contraction of the lung lobes pulls at the wound. His breathing quickly changed from gentle to heavy. He had to let his body adapt to the serious injury immediately.

A wave of pain hit him, and with the pain stimulating his muscles, he roared and got up from the ground.

The Deep Diver turned to look at him, but a black shadow flew high into the sky along a parabola.

He did not feel any spiritual energy from this black shadow, so in a hurry, he did not choose to avoid it.

Clint smiled evilly.

At this moment, he seemed to be the 12-year-old boy hunting in the ice and snow again.

With the movement of his psychic energy, the flames covered the hand ax again, and then he threw away the heavy bearskin on his body!

The 50-kilogram weight was thrown down, and the old man flew into the air like a goshawk. When the wine bottle was about to fall on the head of the deep diver, he struck the 3 kilograms of spirits in the air with an axe!

A brilliant flame burned on the top of the Deep Diver's head.

The fermented spirit the Vikings brewed from mare's milk and barley turned into a cloud of fire that rained down from the sky. Pure flames enveloped the Deep Diver's head, instantly turning him into a writhing fire.

The sudden high temperature and burning caused the "deep diver" to howl in pain, and hundreds of tentacles that filled the entire room began to fly randomly at the same time.

Old Clint was hit several times again, and the broken bones penetrated deeply into his organs.

The sudden sharp pain caused him to lie on the ground and twitch in pain.

However, relying on his strong will, he stood up straight again.

"I haven't avenged my adopted daughter yet!"

"I haven't torn off that French gentleman's head yet!"

"If a father cannot avenge his daughter, how will I face her when I go back?!"

In his rage, his eyes were turned a dark red by the firelight. Seeing the writhing flame in front of Wu Shi, he swung his hand ax and chopped off the mask on the deep diver's head.

Behind the mask, the ugly group of gray faces had just appeared, when it was struck from the center by a burning axe.

"Hold on old guy!"

"Again!"

The pain from his waist and abdomen had almost made him unable to stand upright, but Clint still stood up straight. The deep diver, whose face was severely damaged, was blind and twisting all its tentacles wildly.

Using the only opening, Clint found the broad-bladed ax scattered on the ground.

This time his target was the Deep Diver's legs.

All the tentacles spread out from his lower body and extended to the entire stone room. The broadaxe ignited flames, and Clint slashed hard at the Deep Diver's legs. When the tangle of tentacles breaks

He launched a charge, turned himself into a cannonball, picked up the Deep Diver, and rolled them into the burning fireplace!