Rebirth of the Viking King

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at the same time.

Glass Alley.

Several frightened figures ran away in front of them. Alfred stepped on the thunder and lightning and calmly chased behind them.

After 13 years of endless battles with the undead in the East Continent in the underworld, Alfred was no longer the young boy he was before.

Although he is still 15 years old, he far surpasses the veterans who follow Loki in terms of sequence level and combat experience.

Running desperately at his feet was Myra, the Lord of Shadows, one of the three sect masters.

Riding on the "Earth-Drilling Worm" controlled by Mutu appeared out of thin air in Constantinople, the Vikings under Loki immediately gained a temporary numerical advantage. The earth-burrowing worm spit out nearly 500 elite pirates from its intestines.

They also brought the Submerged City portal.

The capture of Constantinople was perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime feat for the Normans. It is no exaggeration to describe this city as “gold everywhere”.

Normally, the Slavs dislike the Vikings, the Vikings dislike the English, and the French dislike everyone. The entire kingdom has not fallen apart for more than ten years, largely relying on Ecbert's almost genius notification skills.

The invasion of Constantinople is a hard-won "team-building opportunity". All residents in the kingdom can participate as long as they are willing to plunder.

After the portal was opened, a steady stream of Norman invaders poured into the city.

Even Alfred, who launched the attack, didn't know exactly how many people came after one afternoon.

But what is known is that in this city filled with blood mist, the Normans temporarily hold an absolute numerical advantage. The Roman border guards needed at least 3-7 preparation time to return to the city.

During this time, the Normans were the real masters of the city.

The blood mist filled the night sky, completely covering the stars and the bright moon. Several loud dragon roars sounded from time to time in the sky, and the dragon's breath ejected from the giant dragon dispersed the darkness. One could see that war was also breaking out in the sky.

Whether on the ground or in the sky, the Normans have temporarily gained an absolute advantage.

That was enough for Alfred.

As a skilled hunter, he can guarantee that none of the three sect masters will live to see the sun tomorrow.

"Boss, should we take action?"

"Don't let this rabbit go and let this old boy, who is smarter than a monkey, escape!"

The subordinates around him were quite anxious at this time as they watched Alfred stalking his prey unhurriedly. The entire city was plunged into flames of war, and all the reinforcements deployed by the lizardman lord before the war fell into chaos.

They were completely isolated and helpless at this time.

"Don't panic."

"Any living creature can witness the prosperity and decline of more than a dozen civilizations, and experience more than a dozen global disasters and still prosper to this day."

"I don't believe they don't have three or five trump cards in their hands."

"We have the advantage now. We must use our numerical advantage to reveal all the cards in his hand as much as possible, and then give him a fatal blow when he is exhausted."

"This is the most energy-saving way to fight."

The subordinate nodded, no longer daring to look down upon this English boy who looked only 15 years old.

Because young people lack life experience, the most lacking thing is "patience". The Alfred next to him was obviously a very patient man. His behavior after entering the battlefield was completely inconsistent with his appearance, but rather resembled the vicissitudes of the old herd leader in Scandinavia.

On the other hand, Alfred obviously had his own purpose in making this action plan.

He had already observed that the lizardman leader did not seem to have any ability to quickly fly into the sky and escape from the earth.

Their biggest reliance on daily survival is to wear human skin and blend in with human civilization. Ever since Betug, the "Lord of Disasters", caused a great flood and caused the ancestors to experience great degradation, they have enjoyed this comfortable life for nearly ten thousand years.

They have not experienced a life-and-death battle for a long time, and now they have evolved superb fighting skills in just one afternoon.

This is completely impossible to happen.

Although he despised the enemy in terms of fighting spirit, Alfred did not relax at all in terms of tactics.

This bloody battle in Constantinople may not last long, and he must preserve sufficient physical strength to deal with all future emergencies.

Based on this important consideration, keep a safe distance behind the prey so that the prey will consume most of its energy in useless running. This is the true meaning of waiting for work with ease

(Obviously, this old guy is not running aimlessly.)

(After leaving the Colosseum, he walked half a circle around the city, going around several blocks continuously. The purpose of doing this should be to get the peripheral members of the Illuminati who were ambushing in specific buildings to help him.)

(However, a large number of Normans poured into the city instantly, which put all citizens in danger. Nearly a million citizens in the city took up arms at the same time. This group of people from the Illuminati will also fall into the siege of a large number of citizens. )

Now after taking a long detour to Glass Alley, it is not difficult to see that this old guy is also a little exhausted.

His running speed is far behind his peak.

Where is his last stop?

Alfred continued to chase in doubt.

Glass Alley is a glassmaking district in Constantinople. Compared with other commercial streets, Glass Alley is more advanced in terms of architectural style and decoration level.

Because the back street of Glass Alley is the famous "rich area" Caesar's Gate in Constantinople.

This is a series of low and flat hills.

The wealthy nobles living in this city like to build their houses on the hills. In this way, you can have a bird's eye view of the entire city and appreciate the exquisite craftsmanship of Byzantine craftsmen from mid-air.

(Could it be that he wants to hide in the noble mansion?)

But the nobles have private armies. The first goal of the evil Slavic hunters and English mobs after they walked out of the portal was to attack Caesar's Gate.

No matter how noble their status is, how could the nobles let such a scourge in?

At this time, Alfred has been promoted to Sequence 3 of the "Hurricane Berserker Path", Hurricane Lord. Even if he fights against the Aesir, he can do it in a short time. It is very difficult for him to feel a sense of crisis in the battle between mortals.

When Myra passed through Caesar's Gate in a mess, he threw a hatchet and killed the last servant beside Myra.

And Myra, who had been running all the way, had obviously reached the end of her journey.

Gathering the remaining psionic energy in her body, Myra opened her arms.

The dark rift appeared again

A huge manor not far from Caesar's Gate was like soft butter, and a corner was immediately cut off smoothly. Inside the manor, a workwear lady holding a child stood there in amazement.

Myra flashed forward, stretched out her lizard palm, and grabbed her neck.

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In mid-air, Alfred slowly approached.

Caesar's Gate is nearly 7 blocks away from the Colosseum, and the blood mist that rolled and spread in the city began to become much thinner here.

After getting slightly closer, he squinted his eyes and carefully observed the hostage in Myra's hand.

"Ilicia?"

"Is this really you?"

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Alfred's biological father, the Lord of Wessex "Ecbert" was a natural king.

Although he was born in the English Isles, which was considered a "barbarian land" by the people of the Western Continent, his vision and knowledge were no less than those of the Roman nobles.

After he took the throne, he vigorously developed trade, relying on the geographical advantage of the English Channel to squeeze the other six countries with an iron fist, thus accumulating a large amount of capital.

He used all the gold and silver he obtained to develop and breed dragon knights.

Everyone advised him that dragons and Pegasus were luxury goods that only the rich men in the Duchy of France could afford, and that we only had cavalry and crossbows.

But Ecbert was a king with foresight.

He knew that poverty and backwardness were only temporary, and as long as he had dragons, he would own the entire island sooner or later.

He also spared no expense in the education of his children.

When Alfred was 8 years old, he spent a huge amount of gold and silver that ordinary people could not imagine, and sent his eldest son to the top school "Pantheon" in Constantinople for education.

Ecbert saw the future clearly.

In Rome, the noble boys who could enter the Pantheon were either rich or noble, and most of them were the children of top wealthy merchants or provincial lords.

Alfred's learning of martial arts and culture was secondary. The most important purpose was to let him gain a circle of friends that he had never had through his childhood companionship, so that he could discuss his childhood feelings if he wanted to form a marriage or trade in the future.

He didn't have to use gold and silver to open the way like himself, but he didn't have the opportunity to meet.

It was in the Pantheon that 8-year-old Alfred met 6-year-old Ilissia Pompeii.

The status of the two was very different.

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Ilissia Pompeii was born in the prestigious Pompeii family in Constantinople.

"Pompeii" was a legendary surname in the eyes of the Romans, because the Pompeii family once had XXX Pompeii, one of the three giants of ancient Rome.

This Roman elder who almost seized the power of the kingdom was once a powerful figure in the kingdom. Although his plan to seize power did not succeed in the end, when a big tree falls, thousands of saplings will break out of the ground.

The Pompeii family never really declined during the thousand years of the kingdom, and was active in the Roman military and political circles for a long time.

When the six-year-old Ilysia entered the Pantheon, her biological father "Behemoth Pompeii" was in charge of 17 of the kingdom's 42 trading ports, and was the true shipping king of the Byzantine Empire.

There is a joke circulating in the Constantinople business circle: "At any time, any place, any direction looking at the sea, within three minutes there will be a cargo ship of the Pompeii family passing by your sight."

This may be a bit exaggerated, but it is enough to describe the huge financial resources of the Pompeii family in the kingdom.

The Pompeii family's business is huge and stable, and the main reason is that they never do business in person. All the clansmen are only responsible for renting cargo ports and helping merchants traveling between the East and the West to transport goods.

No risk, so never lose money.

It is conceivable that when Ilysia, who is as bright as the scorching sun, enters the Pantheon, she will be supported. Although all the classmates are equally young, they have been in the upper class since childhood, so they understand the importance of gold coins early.

Everyone looked at Ilysia as if they saw a piece of glittering gold. They knew that if something happened with this girl in the future, not only themselves, but also their families would gain huge political capital. In contrast, Alfred walked up to the poker table with almost nothing in his hands.

In the eyes of the Roman nobles, the Principality of France was still a remote place, while the more remote English Islands were almost equivalent to wilderness. The proud Roman merchants never had much communication with the barbarians, because there are thousands of ways to make money in this world.

Barbarians do not know etiquette and are mostly poor. Doing business with them is extremely inefficient.

Not long after he entered school, his peers began to call Alfred a "barbarian".

It’s no wonder they did, because that’s what their parents thought.

Of all the people, only Ilysia invites Alfred to parties. This is not because the 6-year-old girl is discerning and discerning, but because her biological mother, Countess Youmo Yang, is a devout believer in the Holy Episcopal Church.

She believed that the Holy Lord Christ loved all creatures in the world.

Even foreign barbarians should not be artificially isolated in this city.

In order to prevent the obscure young man from a foreign country from making a fool of himself, Umoyan would even send servants to bring him clothes, and let his only daughter Ilysia train him in noble etiquette alone.

It is this back-and-forth alone time that allows young men and women to begin to develop their first sense of ignorance.

After enrolling, Alfred gradually began to show his extraordinary talents.

This is not because he is born with a smarter brain than Roman teenagers, but because these Roman nobles do not understand what hard work means. Children aged eight or nine are at the most playful moment in their lives, and teenagers all know that they are all born with a silver spoon in their mouths.

Even if they are illiterate and play around all day long, it is completely impossible for ordinary citizens to catch up with them.

Under such circumstances, are you struggling to practice calligraphy every day?

Only a fool would do this.

And Alfred is this fool.

He was stupid because he could feel Ilicia's hopeful gaze.

Whenever a noble girl from the Pompeii family could look at him, he would have endless motivation. If he could give him a slight smile again, he would try his best to make the girl smile again even if he bleeds and sweats.

It is conceivable that in the eyes of the noble girl, Alfred is also a unique person.

As one of the brightest stars in the pantheon, the polished Ilicia is never short of playmates. The playmates loved this gentle and lovely girl, and the playmates’ parents understood the true meaning of the word “Pompei” in the kingdom.

At the girl's birthday party, almost everyone gave her the treasures from the bottom of the family box. Among the rows of gold and silver jewelry with golden light, the girl only bent her head to watch Alfred perform a clumsy sword dance for her.

The exquisite dancing skills of the Eastlanders are not something that an 8-year-old English boy can learn in a short period of time. However, Alfred forced himself to use stiff body movements to complete the three-section Eastlander sword despite the ridicule of his companions. dance.

Why do this?

The reason is simple. Every time Ilicia watches him practice swordsmanship with clumsy movements and sweat, she will laugh from the bottom of her heart.

However, among all the other aristocratic youths who were laughing in the room today, Ilicia looked at the sweaty Alfred with gleaming eyes.

At this moment she suddenly understood what her mother said.

When people see treasures, their hearts will beat violently involuntarily.

The gifts that other teenagers brought to them were very valuable, but Ilysia knew that they did not need to spend any effort to obtain these things. As soon as they opened a box with their hands, the servants would respectfully give them everything they needed.

The clumsy Alfred learned this sword dance. God knows how many sleepless nights he had to spend, how many times he hit his body on the floor, and how much pain he endured before he could barely complete it.

Among all the people present, what others gave me were things from outside themselves.

Only Alfred gave himself a sincere heart.

Alfred was the treasure in her life.

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From the age of 8 to 12, Alfred spent 4 years in the Pantheon.

After the age of 12, he and all his companions reached the age where they needed to graduate.

According to the regulations of the Holy See, if they want to continue their education after the age of 12, they must enter a church school established by the Holy See. At the feet of the Pope, even the descendants of the Mikhail family cannot disobey the Holy See at will.

Therefore education from the orthodox Roman world could only last until the age of 12.

Entering a church school meant accepting the strict management of the priests, which was unnecessary in the eyes of many nobles. After all, not all businessmen are devout believers. The main reason why they adopt new Holy Lords is just because everyone around them is like this.

In the eyes of pragmatic businessmen, if you really want to continue to develop academics.

Entering a school city to become a bachelor is a better choice. After all, maesters master the "real" technology.

Unlike priests and priests who spend most of their lives in vain prayers of the gospel.

At the time of separation, Ilysia Pompey had completely accepted Alfred in her heart. A 12-year-old boy and girl are not yet ready to develop a more intimate physical relationship, but spiritually they are as close as one person.

Before Alfred left Constantinople, Ilysia committed the Ten Commandments of the Lord for the first time in her life.

The girl entered the family treasure house, took out the snake-gut dagger that her father loved so much, and gave it to Alfred as a token of love.

Ilysia knew her father's will.

If Alfred didn't come back before she turned 16, she would probably marry the pig-like Master Tessio.

In this way, the marriage between the two families would control 37 of the 42 ports around Constantinople, and completely become an unshakable giant in the industry.

This is the common hope of the two families.

But it is not Ilissia's choice.

She knew that the wild land that Alfred was about to return to was full of dangers, so she hoped that this short knife, which was said to be indestructible, could successfully hold his life.

Even if he didn't have the capital to marry her, at least he could take her away and leave this upper class that eats people without spitting bones

To be honest.

Many years later, Alfred did not forget the childhood promise.

He was only 15 years old when he led the Frost Giants to attack Paris.

Ilissia was 13 that year.

Alfred fantasized that in two years, when Loki successfully occupied Paris, he would have the capital to compete with Master Tessio with the huge Normandy Kingdom behind him.

However, he never expected that he would die in Paris. Entered the underworld and spent 13 long years in endless battles.

After 13 years, Loki successfully resurrected Alfred, and after returning to the human world, his soul once again entered the body frozen in the ten thousand year ice of Murmansk.

Now he still looks like 15 years old.

However, Miss Ilysia, who appeared in front of him again, did not escape the erosion of time.

Before the fight began, "Lord of Shadows" Myra had obviously anticipated that Alfred would most likely rush into the city. The peripheral members of the Illuminati should have done the corresponding investigation and knew where Alfred's weakness was.

At this time, Ilysia was in Myra's hands.

His sharp lizard claws tightly clasped Ilysia's snow-white neck.

Alfred slowly fell from the air.

He stood directly in front of Myra.

"I used to think that you Illuminati were a group of civilized and well-educated people. I didn't expect that you would stage this scene for me now."

"Lord Myra, to be honest, I am very disappointed."

Alfred stretched out his right hand, and rolling thunder and lightning immediately began to condense at his fingertips.

Myra's eyes shrank to the size of pinholes in an instant.

In the thunder, he felt a strong sense of death crisis.

**

Myra had no choice but to make such a hasty decision.

Everything the Illuminati had encountered in the past few days was because they had placed the focus of defense in the wrong place from the beginning.

The "20 days later" mentioned by Loki was simply a trap, and his riding a dragon to fly down was also a trick. All these preparations were to make the three leaders fall into a thinking error.

20 days was just enough for the longship to cross the North Sea.

The dragons raised by the Normans were very powerful.

All the defense points arranged by the peripheral members of the Illuminati were all to resist the longships and dragons. The more careful "Lord of the Eyes" Fitzroy even realized that Loki might use the portal to transport soldiers.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to spend all his money and set up ambushes in the city.

Once the portal fluctuated, they would immediately come out in full force.

Myra originally thought that they had calculated everything. However, she never expected that Loki summoned reinforcements using the earth-drilling worms that once belonged to Mutu, the "King of Earthsea". This was far beyond her imagination. One wrong move, and the whole game was lost. When the blood mist covering the entire city rushed over, Myra saw no companions around him. In his eyes, there were only Viking pirates rushing towards him like a tide. If he was in good condition at this time, he could freely cast void spells to massacre foreign enemies. But don't forget that in the Colosseum, he had just been hit by the rune arrow shot by Green. The Nicholson family ghosts are spiritual creatures without a physical body. The consequence of being possessed by evil spirits is that the psionic energy that has been condensed into the body with great difficulty is quickly consumed by evil spirits. The Nicholson family ghosts, who have obtained sufficient supplies, launched a mental attack on Myra's consciousness almost like crazy. Myra felt that she had never been as embarrassed as she was today in the past ten thousand years. He has the ability to kill this ghost in his body. But this must use the holy light spell. In order to generate holy light, he must disperse all the psionic energy in his body and draw the psychic energy into his body.

Only in this way can he chant the gospel prayer and cast the holy light spell.

If he is in a relatively safe environment, it is no problem to do so. But now Constantinople is a hell on earth. In the blood mist where you can't see your hand in front of your face, there are countless bloodthirsty Viking pirates holding axes and rushing left and right.

Relying on gentle holy light spells can't kill these bloodthirsty demons.

Especially he has provoked the strongest one of these enemies.

Alfred is a very smart hunter.

He obviously has discovered the evil spirit in his body, so he didn't take the initiative to attack, allowing himself to continue to consume physical strength while running, while the ghost spirits kept devouring his remaining psionic energy.

Bursting out the remaining physical energy to escape to Caesar's Gate, Myra is close to the edge of exhaustion.

During this long escape, his brain has been thinking about a question.

Why did Betugu, the chief think tank of the Illuminati, "Lord of Disaster", allow all this to happen? !

In Myra's impression, Betugu has always been a man of deep anxiety and great scheming. Every order he issued must have a hidden meaning.

Even if you can't understand it at first, you will definitely notice his mastery in the future.

However, this time the plan was a complete failure.

From the moment the three sect masters entered the Colosseum to fight Loki, everything fell into the Viking lord's plan.

Even more bizarre was Bertug's subsequent reaction.

Within the Illuminati, it is generally recognized that the "Lord of Disaster" Bertug has considerable combat power, but rarely takes action himself. This stems from the caution deep in his bones.

Donglu people often say that the true meaning of a sword is not revealed, but hidden. The most dangerous situations on the battlefield are often before the blade is exposed.

Bertug deeply understands the essence of these two sentences.

Even when facing his fellow brothers who are also the masters of the 12th Sect, he still never reveals how much combat power he possesses. A hazy mist always shrouded his head, making it difficult for everyone to figure out his details.

Perhaps all this can be described as "maintaining mystery" or "deliberately hiding clumsiness".

But today in the Colosseum, what Bertug did was unexplainable.

From entering the Colosseum to the earth-burrowing worms emerging from the ground, Bertug did not take any action against the crazy offensives of Loki, Green, and Red's blood pigeons.

He doesn't take action, he doesn't resist injuries, and he doesn't run away.

Hiding away from a distance, watching their life-and-death fight like an audience.

If the situation can be described as "hidden strength" when things develop to this point, then when a large group of Viking pirates jump out of the mouth of the earth-burrowing worm, they open the portal to attract more reinforcements.

When this series of actions took place, Bertug still did nothing.

He turned and ran.

That's all!

Bertug doesn't like his subordinates to ask too many questions. He prefers that other sect leaders can think for themselves and understand his intentions.

Myra kept thinking about this question while escaping from the Colosseum.

Until he used his remaining psionic energy to blast open the Tesio mansion and capture the Duchess of Tesio hiding inside.

He vaguely came to a conclusion in his mind.

No matter what Bertug's true intention is, I am afraid that he has become an outcast in the hands of his companions.

Whether he lives or dies can only be decided by himself.

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Alfred is only 5 meters away from Myra.

For a kidnapping, this is a relatively safe distance. Through the thin blood mist, he could see the current appearance of his childhood friend.

From the outline of the face, he could tell that the person in front of him was still the Ilicia in his memory.

But after a long time, this year, he is already 26 years old.

When she was held hostage by Myra, there was a child in her arms who looked to be no more than two or three years old. Children of this age are a little older than babies, but not much bigger. He stretched out his chubby palm and patted Myra's palm with dark green patterns.

I thought everything that happened in front of me was just a routine game every afternoon.

Alfred looked into Ilicia's eyes and found that the biggest difference between her and her childhood was that the aura in her eyes had completely disappeared. Even though Myra was holding her throat at this moment, there was not much fear in her eyes.

There were three parts of surprise, three parts of regret, and three parts of unwillingness in those dark blue pupils.

There is also a deeply hidden determination.

"I am Tessio Higgins, the son of Ship King Kroon Higgins!"

"I will kiss you without hurting my family. If you need money, I can give you a lot!"

Behind Myra, a short and stocky man 7 feet tall and weighing nearly 300 kilograms said these words tremblingly. However, when his vision passed through the blood mist, he saw clearly that the person holding his wife and children hostage was actually an Illuminati lizard man.

Without saying a word, he turned and left.

At this moment, Alfred immediately understood the determination in Ilysia's eyes.

After growing up, his childhood playmate was not seen for many years. When he heard the news again, he died in Paris. How many choices are left for a 13-year-old girl?

She has no survival skills and no spiritual sustenance.

Besides marrying Master Tesio according to the family's will, what other choice does she have?

"Miss Ilicia, long time no see"

After nearly 16 years of separation, this was the first sentence Alfred said to Ilicia. As soon as the words were spoken, he immediately noticed something was wrong.

Judging from his appearance, Ilysia was much older than him at this time.

But it doesn't matter.

"I, a Norman, have never had the habit of negotiating with thugs. Judging from your current life and the outstanding performance of Master Tessio, your current life is not too good."

"Why don't we take a gamble?"

Alfred raised his right hand high, and the rich thunder and lightning condensed on his palm crackled, shining like a lighthouse in the blood mist.

"I'm going to save you now!"

"If you are not struck to death by lightning, I will leave that cowardly fat pig immediately and take you far away."

"If you die, it doesn't matter. When you get to the underworld, wait for me. When I finish what I'm doing, I'll go down and meet you right away!"

After finishing speaking, Alfred raised his palms flat, and his whole body was like a sharp lightning spear, immediately aimed at Myra, the Lord of Shadows not far in front of him.

Myra shook her head helplessly.

It was a stupid decision to threaten Alfred with a playmate from more than ten years ago.

Not to mention that Alfred was not one of those good men and women of the Holy Episcopal Church. Even if he had kindness in his heart, what was the glory of capturing the leader of the Illuminati compared to a woman?

If he hadn't been so dizzy, he would never have come up with such a stupid pig-like plan.

But now he had no choice.

Using all the psionic energy in her body to temporarily control the roiling evil spirits in her body, Myra held her breath and looked at Alfred's right hand. He knew that this was a hurricane berserker of high rank.

After condensing thunder and lightning, his offensive is about to come.

There was a thunder in the sky. Myra did not raise her head at all. He knew that it was just a cover-up before Alfred launched the attack. However, he never expected that a red thunder suddenly fell from the blood mist above his head. The thick thunder and lightning poured in from the top of Myra's head, containing the meaning of The rushing plasma of violent energy poured into its entire body without mercy.

This caused a slight hesitation in his body.

In this short moment, Alfred moved.

From being stranded in place to suddenly appearing in front of Myra, it only took him less than the blink of an eye. Just when Myra's wrist was about to exert force, Alfred slapped his cheek hard with thunder in his palm.

In the burning smell caused by the thunder, Myra continued to roll in mid-air, like a broken sack forced to let go of the hostage in its hand.

Alfred dodged to catch the child in mid-air, while not forgetting to hold Ilysia in his arms.

The combination of a 15-year-old boy and a 26-year-old woman seems quite strange, but at this moment it seems extremely harmonious.

"What's your son's name?"

"Joseph Higgin"

"Joseph, what kind of bullshit name is this? It's copied from the Bible at first glance." Alfred shook his head slightly.

"This is a bad name. My children will have to go through ups and downs with me in the future.

He couldn't call him such a weak name. "

"My family has always used Old English as a name, and there is no surname in Old English. My biological father is Ecbert, and my name is Alfred. As for you?

Let’s call him William from now on!

The toddler who had just learned to toddle obviously didn't know that his name had been changed invisibly. He only felt that the things that were flying in the air just now seemed very exciting, and he laughed out loud from the corner of his mouth, and touched Alfred's cheek with his two small hands.

"Hehe, I quite like you."

He has followed Loki for a long time, and fought side by side with the Aesir in the underworld. At this time, Alfred was far more proficient in Viking culture than the average Viking.

It doesn't matter whether the child is related to you or not.

Compared with their origin, what is more important is whether young children can take up arms and fight behind them.

School is not the best place to test talent.

The battlefield is.

Those who lack talent and hard work will naturally be eliminated in battles. Only the youngest sons who survive rounds of brutal battles are likely to obtain wives, fiefs, or titles.

Surviving is the greatest reward for God King Odin.

No one cares whose blood is flowing in the bodies of future generations.

"As for you, I can treat you as dead today."

"From now on, live with me and be my bride!"

At least 9 out of 10 Vikings had their wives snatched back on the battlefield. The Vikings never cared about the background of their wives. The blood, sweat and looting on the battlefield were often more worthy of showing off.

As long as their wives are willing to accompany them, they become husband and wife without any ceremony.

Taking off his robe and placing it on the woman's thin shoulders, Alfred found that Ilysia had tears streaming down her face.

Although the tears were flowing, it was not difficult to find that her gray eyes were blooming with vitality again.

"From today on, we leave this hell and live the life I promised you when I was a child! I will take you on a dragon and take you to the end of the world.

"What are you saying, is this possible?"

Haha, when have I ever made a joke to you?

I heard that the king of the New World is a subordinate of my adoptive father.

The two of them were chatting cordially as if no one was around, completely unaware that in a corner not far away, a figure covered in black stood up slowly in the dark corner.

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After 13 years of endless fighting in the underworld, Alfred possesses extremely rich battlefield adaptability.

Facing Myra holding a hostage, he raised his right hand to condense thunder and lightning.

This move seemed powerful, but in fact it was just to attract Myra's attention. The real killing move is the red thunder falling from the sky.

The lightning struck into the meridians and temporarily paralyzed him. Alfred then cut in like wind and thunder.

The real fight is only completed in one move.

Alfred was very confident in his fists. Facing the undead sword cultivator in the underworld, he used the same move to knock down a golden elixir sword cultivator from mid-air and knocked him unconscious.

For Myra, the Lord of Shadows who was running out of energy at this time, he was confident that he could defeat the enemy with one move.

But Alfred ignored a crucial point.

The reason why Myra was so weak at this time was precisely because he was struck by a rune arrow shot by "Siren" Gelin. The evil spirit of the Nicholson family sealed within the arrow entered his consciousness, greedily devouring all the psionic energy Myra had accumulated like a parasite.

And all this happened before Alfred jumped out of the insect's body.

He didn't know about it.

When he used his "Storm Lord" identity to summon red thunder to fall from the sky, the thunder poured into Myra's meridians and indeed paralyzed him.

But at the same time, the violent plasma contained in the thunder ruthlessly shattered the evil spirit of the Nicholson family in Myra's body.

Once the mad demon like tarsal maggots disappears, Myra can quickly accumulate spiritual energy.

Alfred was so confident in his own strength that after defeating Myra with one blow, he focused all his attention on Ilysia and temporarily forgot about this dangerous enemy.

This gave him a brief respite.

This is a huge mistake.

Myra is not as weak as she lets on. You must know that this is a terrifying enemy who has been studying dark magic for 200 million years. His understanding of dark psionic energy is so profound that most of the holy light spells in the Holy Bishop are from his handwriting.

Facing such a powerful enemy, even giving him a moment to breathe is extremely dangerous.

"Flowers that bloom in the dark, please weave your vines into whips of pain

I will hold justice in my hand and deliver divine punishment!

Beat all sins with endless darkness! "

"Coffin bearers, please light the lamp; grave diggers, please pray for me.

Tonight, I am the king of darkness.

I will bury their souls"

In a long series of obscure mutterings, Alfred could feel an extremely cold and cold spiritual energy accumulating not far away from him.

Myra, who was almost out of touch after falling to the ground, quickly recovered her original strength without knowing what kind of spell she cast. A cold, dark fog condensed on the scales all over his body. The black fog extended from his left and right palms and condensed into two long black whips.

If you look closely, it looks like a long section of the space near your palm has been erased out of thin air.

"Back off."

Alfred remained calm and just gently pushed the Ilicia mother and son beside him behind him.

However, before the palm left the woman's warm body, a larger palm suddenly stretched out from behind, pulling Ilicia behind him with greater strength.

Looking back, Alfred saw the slightly weathered face of Buchan Bushi.

"This is great fun!"

"Icy, cold, it will automatically become cold without feeding you!"

“There is such a useful thing in the world?!

If I had encountered this kid for a few years, why would I waste so much time on XXX and Surtur?

Bakambu looked towards Myra, his eyes shining with intoxication and greed.

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In the past ten years, Loki entered the Black Desert, Ecbert built the country, Mohlantin was busy developing business, and Reverend Francis was surrounded by people in the city of Paris.

But Buchan Bushi mysteriously disappeared.

He backhanded his kingdom to his trusted teacher Oleg, then plunged into the Asgardian portal and almost never returned.

For 13 years, he had only one obsession in his mind -

——Kill the flame giant wandering in the "Fire Land" XXX, Surtur!

For this goal, he sent all the elite warriors from Murmansk into Asgard and lined up in several columns to fight Surtur in turns.

However, he has never been successful.

Not to mention success, even if Surtur was seriously injured, he couldn't move him down.

Bakan Bushi was beaten by Surtur almost every day until his body was bruised and bruised, and he was on the verge of death. Very few people can endure this kind of almost self-inflicted pain, but the Slavic King Bakan Bush is obviously an outlier among mortals.

He was extremely obsessed with this kind of life of wandering on the edge of death for a long time. After 13 long years, she was still alive.

And "defeating Surtur" has almost become the highest belief that supports his survival.

This time he followed Loki's team into Constantinople. His first goal was to find a lizard-man leader.

Because he heard that this thing has a hard scale armor that can resist almost all physical attacks.

He hoped to catch one and make it into a shield.

Even if you can't make it into a shield, it's still good to grab the lively lizard man in your hand and charge at Surtur's eyeball! At least this toy won't melt immediately like steel after being unable to withstand a few lava attacks.

A shield that can be used repeatedly!

This will undoubtedly greatly increase his probability of winning!

However, standing in front of Myra, the "Lord of Shadows", Bakanbusi felt the unexpected joy of discovering the treasure.

(This stuff is so good!)

In addition to a body of hard scale armor, it can also generate this kind of dark and cold energy attack!

This is a great weapon against Surtur!

After forcefully pushing away the woman who was blocking his view, Buchanbusi once again stretched out his big hand to push Alfred away.

"This is my treasure! You old boy don't want the illusion to compete with me for food."

Everyone knew that this was an old lunatic who acted according to common sense. Upon hearing these words, Alfred shook his head and subconsciously stood aside.

The sudden appearance of Bukan Bushi made Myra feel the crisis of life and death. After reciting prayers and transforming into a complete fighting form, his strength soared.

However, even so, 200 million years of survival experience continued to warn him.

Don't go head-to-head with this terrifying creature.

Be sure to try to escape when you find the opportunity!

Alfred obviously had no intention of giving him a chance.

He blocked Myra's escape route, while more and more Viking warriors and Slavic raiders gathered.

Trapped in a tight siege, he could only give it a try.

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Myra clearly had no intention of surrendering.

The long black whip generated by the pure nether energy was like a flexible tentacle, quietly sweeping toward Bakan Bushi.

The Slavic King narrowed his eyes and carefully observed this strange energy that he had never seen before.

No wonder he is.

"Phantom energy" is never used by mortals around the North Sea and Scandinavia.

The only one among the Asa protoss who can skillfully use dark psionic energy is Odin's daughter "Death" Hela. However, this god has no interest in mortals.

None of the upgrade paths passed down by the Asa clan come from Hela, the god of death, which makes all the Vikings' chosen powers rely solely on spiritual energy.

Princess Hahoran, the "Hydra" believed by the Slavs, does not even know how to use psychic powers. Instead, she focuses on evolving mortals into beasts with stronger attack and defense capabilities.

Entering Constantinople this time, it was the first time that Bakanbusi observed dark psionic energy with his eyes.

As usual, he needs to use his body to resist the next attack first.

The dark whip disappeared in an instant, like a blade of void slashing at Bakan Bushi's chest. As the long whip flies, it is not difficult to see that the originally stable space around it is somewhat distorted by the shadow of the whip.

That is the manifestation of the ethereal energy of the void splitting the space as it advances.

The long whip slashed across Bakanbusi's body, causing him to feel an icy marrow-eating chill.

After a long time, he looked at his body and found an almost bone-deep wound on his chest.

There was no trace of blood flowing from the wound.

While the void energy was cutting the body, the extremely low temperature instantly froze the wound.

Standing where he was, Buchan Bushi didn't feel any pain at all, until he lost his ability to lift his arm and felt a tearing sensation from the muscles on his chest.

His flesh and blood had been ruthlessly divided.

There is such a powerful lethality in the cold, Mr. Odin, Princess Hahoran, I thank you!

The severe pain did not make him depressed, but instead instantly ignited all his fighting spirit. At this time, Bakanbusi had determined that as long as he could catch this dark old lizard, he would have a powerful shield that could spit out icy black mist.

There is no more powerful weapon in the world with more balanced offense and defense than this!

While laughing, he looked up to the sky and roared, transforming into a huge white bear surrounded by thunder and lightning. The dark whip strikes again, almost indestructible. Several miserable wounds immediately appeared on Bakanbusi's rough snow-white bear skin.

However, the power of the violent bear was ultimately beyond what Myra could contend with.

For many years, Bakanbusi has been fighting a life-and-death battle with the powerful flame giant Surtur almost every day. On the other side, Myra, the "Lord of Shadows" is not so much a warrior. More like a researcher in the school city.

Wearing the human skin of "Griffith Flame of the Sky", he is nominally the commander of the Crusaders, but in reality he rarely leads troops personally.

The Pope knew how to use his subordinates efficiently, and Griffith was more useful within the church than on the battlefield.

Most of his work on weekdays is thinking about how to use psionic energy more efficiently, or compiling new gospel prayers.

For him, participating in battle with real swords and guns was a very distant experience thousands of years ago.

His first mistake was getting too close to Buchan Bush.

At a distance of more than ten meters, this violent bear could get close to Myra in just one second. Huge bear paws, close to the size of a mortal's chest, flew toward us with rolling wind and thunder, and Myra tried to avoid them.

But Bakanbusi's offensive was simply not something he could resist.

After sending Myra flying with a slap, the giant white bear's offensive did not stop there.

In mid-air, he stretched out his bear paws and grabbed Myra's ankle, hitting Myra's head against the ground like a worn-out sack.

Myra is the 12th patriarch of the Illuminati. He wears human skin and is one of the 13 cardinals of the Holy Bishop. He has never encountered such a brutal attack.

The scales on the lizard's human body can indeed block most physical attacks in the world, but this almost wild and savage shock still made him feel that almost all of his internal organs were displaced.

Not to mention that in addition to being the Sequence 0 Bear Master of the "Giant Bear Path", Buchan Bush is also the Sequence 3 "Eye of the Storm" under the "Thunder Path".

All of his attacks are laced with rolling thunder.

Haha, comfortable!

This toy is so durable! I have never experienced this kind of comfortable feeling in the human world.

Even if you can't fight, it's okay to take it back and use it as a sack to vent your anger on occasionally!

Seeing that the dark energy that Myra had gathered was about to be shattered, a thick bolt of thunder immediately poured in from her mouth.

Seeing that Myra had withstood such a degree of torture and still not died, Bakanbusi felt sincerely relieved and secretly praised that his trip was really worth it.

That so and so, get the snakeskin sack I prepared!

The servants following the Slav King immediately took out a huge black leather bag. The main material of the "snake skin sack" mentioned by Bakanbusi is not snake skin at all, but the skin of monsters peeled off by XXX hunting giant snakes in the seven gods of Asgard.

It was the toughest material he could find.

It’s hard to get such a precious treasure, but we can’t let it run away because of poor care!

Putting the dying Myra into a sack, Bakanbusi did not forget to sprinkle a few handfuls of sea salt into it. This is a common method used to deal with wild animals in the wilderness.

Sea salt can quickly evaporate water from living organisms, and once dehydrated, the combat effectiveness of any living thing will be greatly reduced.

Even if it dies in the sack, enough salt can be used to turn it into bacon, without wasting any material.

This is the life experience summed up by the Slavs who have been struggling to survive in the barren wasteland for thousands of years.

Even after sitting on the throne, Buchan Bushi did not forget it.