The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Since the conversation with Old John that day, the man deliberately distanced himself from Yvette.

As Old John said, he is a person without a past, and such a person often means trouble.

Even the most obtuse person can see the secrets in a man after being together for several months.

It's just that the villagers are simple and kind-hearted, so they didn't pay much attention or ask too much, but the man knew very well that his past was definitely not that simple. If he continued to stay in this small town, it might bring great danger to the villagers.

.

The only way he can repay the villagers is to leave quietly and not drag down these simple people.

Therefore, he decided to leave after the fire festival.

Fire Festival Day is an ancient traditional festival in this town. When this day comes, villagers will gather in the nearby river, holding torches and escorting a Viking warship to sail out, filled with sacrifices to the gods.

Taste.

When the boat is about to leave the river, people will throw their torches onto the boat and light it.

The ancient Vikings believed that in this way, the warriors in Asgard and the Hall of Valor could enjoy the sacrifices and wine offered by them, and bless them with a fruitful harvest in the coming year, praying for peace and security.

The annual Fire Festival is the biggest event in this remote town.

Every household was preparing sacrifices, and there were many kinds of sacrifices. In addition to the slaughtered animals and wild beasts, there were also sweet wines brewed. Old John's task was to carve the statues of the gods, which he did every year.

The man carried a huge tree trunk that was more than ten meters long and several meters wide, and walked slowly to the stone field.

boom......

The trees fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Ahem... Damn it, can't you let me go gently?" Old John was choked and coughed repeatedly. He came out from the side with a gray face, blowing his beard and staring at him: "Let you do whatever you want.

Let’s cut down an ash tree, how come we cut down such a big one?”

"Didn't you say bigger is better?"

The man gave him a strange look: "I searched half of the mountain, and this one is the biggest. It should be enough for you to carve, right?"

"I..." Old John twitched the corner of his mouth. He wanted Luca to find a slightly bigger one, but he didn't expect to find such a big one. He suddenly said in a dumbfounded voice: "Forget it, forget it.

Just make it bigger. An ash tree this big is enough for me to carve out the gods."

The man sat aside and asked curiously: "It's all carving anyway, why does it have to be an ash tree?"

"You know nothing." Old John glanced at him angrily and said: "It is said that the tree species of the world tree is the ash tree. Only the gods carved from the ash tree can be passed on to the gods of Asgard.

.”

"oh."

The man stopped talking.

Old John didn't continue talking. He picked up the carving tools and stared at the ash tree trunk intently: "Next, I'm going to carve the images of the gods. Don't interrupt me, or don't blame me for being rude."

"Oh well."

The man sat on the edge boredly, intending to watch how Old John carved: "I'll just take a look and I won't disturb you."

But I saw Old John take a deep breath, the muscles in his arms bulged, and there was a fierceness in his eyes. The violent momentum was completely different from before. He didn't look like an ordinary old man at all, but more like... a warrior.

General on the battlefield!

The man was startled slightly, and there seemed to be some kind of throbbing in his heart.

That look... that aura... gave him a feeling of déjà vu.

Old John didn't notice anything strange about the man. He focused on the ash tree in front of him. The chisel and hammer in his hands fell almost at the same time. Immediately, wood chips flew into the air, and large pieces of withered skin peeled off. A human face was embossed on the tree trunk, and its outline gradually gradually

becomes clear.

The iron chisel cuts the way, and the knife trims the shape.

About two or three hours later, a lifelike relief sculpture of a god appeared on the ash tree trunk.

Old John exhaled a long breath, unable to hide his tiredness in his eyes, and sweat gathered along his cheeks and down his chin: "I'm old, I'm old. I didn't expect that I could be so tired after just one carving."

The man stared at the statue, feeling an indescribable throbbing in his heart.

"Come again!"

Old John took a breath and continued carving other statues of gods.

All the gods need to be carved on the ash tree, and then the whole tree is erected in the center of the ship as a giant sculptural pillar. Therefore, Old John has a heavy workload, and there are at least a dozen gods that he needs to carve.

And depending on the status of the gods, it becomes increasingly difficult from bottom to top.

They were so busy until it got dark that Old John was panting from exhaustion and slumped on the ground covered in sweat. He said feebly: "Okay, I have finished all the carvings. Now I will trouble you to carry the statue to the warship."

Go ahead."

The man walked to the finished carved pillar, counted from bottom to top, and found that there were only twenty-two statues.

The statue at the top is a rough-looking man with a big beard, wearing a golden belt around his waist and holding a hammer that summons thunder. He looks like the invincible Thor in mythology.

But according to his understanding, there should be twenty-three statues of gods in mythology, and the most important one is missing, Odin, the King of Gods.

"Old John, why don't you carve the King of the Gods?" The man turned his head and asked the doubt in his heart.

"Do you think I don't want to be a slave?" Old John glared at him and said angrily: "Odin, the king of the gods, is supreme. Where have I seen him? I usually leave a space vacant and treat it as a sacrifice to Odin.

It’s Ding.”

This... is actually interesting.

The man raised his eyebrows and joked: "From what you said, could it be that you have seen other gods?"

Old John's face changed slightly, his eyes seemed to be panicked, and then he quickly covered it up. He shook his head and said: "How could I, a mortal, have seen the gods? These are all passed down from the past, so I just followed the carvings.

That’s all.”

After saying that, Old John stood up and urged: "Stop thinking about it and carry the sacred pillar back quickly. Tomorrow is the Fire Festival."

"Wait...Old John, I may have a way."

The man suddenly stopped Old John, his eyes couldn't help but focus on the tool, and the throbbing in his heart became more intense: "I...I think I can carve Odin, can you let me try?"

"You? Luca, don't make fun of me." Old John showed a hint of shock in his eyes: "That is Odin, the King of Gods, and the statues I carved have a hint of divine will. What if you make the wrong carving?"

, you will be punished by the gods when the time comes.”

Not everyone can carve the images of the gods.

If it were another village, they would carve one or two statues of gods, and most of them would be replaced by symbols. If they carve the faces of the gods indiscriminately, the consequences would be to lose the protection and blessings in the coming year, or to attract divine punishment on the spot.

Only Old John can completely carve the faces of the gods. This kind of sacred pillar has the best blessing effect. Therefore, the task of carving the statues of gods every year has always been completed by only Old John.

Now that this divine pillar has condensed the appearances of the gods, it can already be sensed by the gods of Asgard. If there is a mistake in carving the appearance of Odin, I am afraid it will attract the wrath of the gods.

"Let me try, okay?"

The man stared at the appearance of the gods, and the familiar feeling came over him again: "I... seem to have remembered a little bit of the past."

"You..." Old John looked hesitant, but when he thought that it might remind Luka of the past, he gritted his teeth and said: "Forget it, since you want to try it, I won't stop you.

You, but if you feel you can’t do it, don’t force it, you know?”

"Well, don't worry."

The man took a deep breath and picked up a wooden carving knife.

Old John's eyebrows were knitted together, and there was an indelible doubt in his eyes. You must know that there are dozens of wood carving tools. It would be a little too arrogant to want to carve the appearance of the gods with just a wood carving knife, right?

Just when he was about to speak and remind Luca that he should not use the wood carving knife first, but carve out the draft with a chisel and then use the knife to modify it, he saw a light blue glimmer flashing in the man's eyes, and the next moment the wood carving knife almost turned into a broken piece.

film.

Swish, swish, swish...

The blade flipped and moved, and for a while wood chips flew everywhere.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Old John always felt that the man holding the knife seemed to have become a god-king who dominated the side. The flickering shadow of the knife gave off a heart-stopping chill, making his back sweat.

The hair roots stand on end.

"finished."

The man let out a long breath and threw the wooden carving knife aside.

"Oh...it's done..."

Old John hadn't reacted yet. After being stunned for half a second, he exclaimed: "What? You said it's done?"

"Well, it's done."

The man nodded again to confirm and said, "You can take a look, I think it should be fine."

Cold sweat broke out on Old John's head. He thought the man was carving randomly, so he hurriedly stepped forward and cursed: "I told you not to carve randomly, but now it's good, I have to be busy again... busy

...WTF?!”

The words of blame that I originally intended were swallowed back in my stomach.

A pair of cloudy eyes widened, full of shock, and Old John was stunned on the spot.

At the top of this sacred pillar, there is a statue of a long-bearded old man carved impressively. One eye is covered by a golden iron, and the remaining eye is like an eagle, exuding endless domineering power, as if looking down at the world.

Life, the aura of the majestic and majestic God-King surges like a torrent. You can feel the supreme majesty of the God-King with just one glance.

"ah--!"

Old John was so frightened that he took a few steps back. His face turned pale and he shouted in horror: "It's... it's the God King... God King Odin!!!"

Rumble——

Thunder resounded through the sky, and lead clouds filled the sky.

The howling fierce wind came along with the heavy rain, and the rumbling thunder echoed between the sky and the earth. In the hazy moment, there seemed to be a ray of eyes lowering down, staring at the man and Old John below through the barrier between the worlds.

The man slowly raised his head and looked into that pair of eyes.