However, during this period of time, Beowulf did drag me over to drink a lot of wine, but I really couldn't drink as much as him. "That's what Beowulf wishes for you." Avia elbowed the bewildered silver-haired man, and Siegfried suddenly realized and shouted towards the increasingly distant port: "This request! I accept it! Beowulf, I will do as you wish!" However, this time Beowulf did not wave like before. In Siegfried's eyes, the shirtless blond man might have nodded and turned away... After all, will there be a chance to come here again after this separation? I’m not sure who the hero is who slayed the dragon, but since I’ve agreed, I should find time to come back later. At this moment at the port, Augustine sighed when he saw the two people leaving. He would need to stay here for about three years, because after all, he was here to preach the gospel, and he was still the backbone of the Eastern Roman Church here, so he naturally could not return immediately. "what is that?" Just as Augustine was walking towards the city, he suddenly discovered that the forest not far from the port began to shake, and birds flew out from the originally calm woods. Countless birds, eagles, vultures, and even owls that were supposed to be nocturnal flew into the sky together. Then, a huge werewolf jumped towards the port at an extremely fast speed.
"Fantasy kind..." When Augustine shouted, Beowulf beside him had already hit his palms with his fists, looking at the werewolf rushing towards him with a happy expression and calmly. "What a great speed! It's exactly the momentum that a Nordic warrior like me should have!" The werewolf's speed seemed to make the sea breeze become a little fierce. It whistled through the narrow streets of the port, stirring up pieces of dust and fallen leaves. It was even necessary to cover the face with something to avoid being blown by the wind to the point where one could not open his eyes. "Um, help me! I have something urgent to do to meet the human who just got on board!" "Oh? Just as you wish!" Although it was just a brief conversation, Beowulf didn't seem to doubt its truth at all, perhaps because the werewolf's unique aura of a warrior made him believe it. So he stretched out his hands, and the muscles in his upper arms expanded rapidly. The two-meter-tall werewolf first jumped on the thick blood vessels protruding from his muscles, and then Beowulf swung in the direction of the boat that had left for some time. Then the werewolf streaked across the sky like a meteor, and relying on its own strength, it finally stepped steadily on the boat where Avia and Siegfried were. "Phew, I finally made it. It took me some time to get that thing, and I almost missed it. It was all thanks to that blond human..." The two-meter-tall werewolf, who seemed to be holding something in his hand, shook his fur, and then his eyes lingered on Siegfried for a long time. After a while, he asked in confusion: "Hey... you are Sigurd!? Why are you here too?" "Do we know each other? And who are you?" Siegfried looked at the werewolf he met for the first time with a confused expression. Avia, who was rowing the boat, said with a smile. "This should be your brother." 128: King of Kings "So it's not Sigurd, but Siegfried... They are people with similar natures in this era." The werewolf sighed.
Sinfitli is the son of Sigourney and her brother Sigmund. Sigourney's husband killed their father and brother. In order to take revenge, Sigourney disguised herself as a witch and tricked her brother into giving birth to Sinfitli with him. Later, the father and son successfully took revenge, and Sigourney committed suicide. Later, Sigismund married Polsite. When Sinfiteli returned from the war, Polsite gave him three cups of poisoned wine to poison him. The first two cups were snatched away by Sigismund, and Sinfiteli chose to drink the last cup. After dying of poisoning, Sigmund carried Sinfitli's body to a river, and Odin transformed himself into a ferryman to lead Sinfitli to Valhalla. "The brother of Warrior King Sigurd, the hero Sinfitri......" After some understanding, Siegfried and Sinfitli, who was born in the body of a wolf, finally got to know each other. Speaking of which, the dragons killed by Siegfried and Sigurd were all Fafnir, but in fact they were just similar evil dragons that showed up in the Age of Gods and after the Age of Gods due to their greed. After the Age of Gods ended, the dragon factors left on the earth had the potential to grow into dragons that are suitable for the present. However, the dragon phenomenon of Fafnir is different. It is something that continues and exists forever. Even gods may experience the dragon phenomenon due to extreme greed. "By the way, you two have been chatting for so long, what do you want, Sinfitli?" Although it was the first time that Avia saw this werewolf, perhaps due to the effect of the runes of the great god Odin, he recognized the werewolf's true identity at a glance. Hearing this, the werewolf with fangs bared turned his head to look at Avia and said with a clear expression: "You must be a warrior recognized by the great god. I am here just for you." In fact, Sinfitli's coming to the world was indeed planned by Odin as a trial bestowed by him to help mankind. However, the time point was before meeting Avia, and after meeting Avia and getting her promise, Odin planned to hand everything over to Greece and the humans he recognized. As for Sinfitli, Odin originally planned to call him back directly, but Sinfitli said that he wanted to help the people at the moment, so he didn't continue to care about him. During this time, Sinfitli tried hard to kill the fire dragon that was guarding the treasure on the Scandinavian island, but this fire dragon was suspected to be born from the dragon factor of Jörmungandr, so although it was destroyed, its resentment still remained. It will take about several decades until its concentration drops to zero. During this period, it will be resurrected once, and then it will have to be killed again. Afterwards, Sinfitli, who was extremely looking forward to becoming a warrior recognized by the Great God, did not rush over immediately. Instead, he followed his current werewolf aura to a deep mountain in Northern Europe, found an isolated werewolf village, and finally found the drop of Star. "This is my gift to you." Sinfiteli held out what he was holding in his hand. It was a young golden wolf. Avia naturally knew what this thing was. It was an omnipotent life that would change its form according to the situation and did not need a catalyst in order to settle down in the material world. In the words of the magic world, it was a higher-dimensional life whose soul had been materialized. That is, the body formed by the materialization of the soul can be transformed into star tentacles of any shape. It is a mystery born from the planet, it is an extremely rare drop that falls after life has survived for thousands or tens of thousands of years. It is a miracle-like drop that is neither magic nor fantasy, but a truly sacred thing, a true natural enemy of magic, a life from the extinct Age of Gods, a fantasy beast with the original bloodline of werewolves and surpassing magic beasts... Even so, its performance cannot beat a savage. Although in a sense, Sinfitli's gift is indeed very important, but for Avia, which has Typhon and the great god Rune, its combat power is at most barely comparable to that of the three-headed dragon Golinic. But Avia thought it was okay. After all, in order to destroy the Western Roman Church, the more strength the better. "Well, I am very grateful for this gift, but Sinfitri, you should not be here just for this." "That's right, Lord Avia." The werewolf smiled again, "I already know the dangers that the great god mentioned, so I can't just sit back and watch." In fact, for some unknown reason, the eyes of Sinfitli, who has now turned into a werewolf, can be regarded as extremely advanced Nordic fantasy magic eyes. At this moment, in his sight, there was a red-haired girl sitting on Avia's shoulder and looking around with interest. In addition, Sinfitli also saw that in addition to this girl with a very strong dragon aura, there was also a white-haired fairy on the other shoulder. But unlike the red-haired dragon girl, this fairy's expression seemed to be more joyful, which was in line with Sinfitli's imagination of fairies. But Sinfitli didn't care too much about it. After all, he was born in the Age of Norse Gods and was called a hero. He actually thought it was normal... Whether it was a Norse hero or a hero from a foreign land of Greece, this kind of scene was very normal and common. Except for very few cases.
Without giving it any more thought, Sinfiteli continued: "Please let me go with you. For the sake of the world, we will solve the disaster mentioned by the Great God. The werewolves in the depths of Northern Europe are also willing to go with me and will come after a while." As the werewolves are essentially the great hero Sinfitli, the werewolf tribe naturally knelt down the moment they sensed the breath of Tao. For the werewolves of the fantasy species, it is a natural instinct for the weak to obey the strong. "Well, let's overcome the disaster that the great god called, Sinfiteli." Avia smiled gently, matching the atmosphere, and looked up at the werewolf who was taller than her with her blue eyes. "Whether it's an ancient fear or a planetary disaster, because it's harmful, it should disappear." The young man's swaying silver hair seemed to shine like a golden torch under the sunlight shining on the sea. "As long as I still exist." Speaking of which, Avia has already thought of the titles for himself, he currently has the Great Ancestor Dragon Typhon, the Three-Headed Dragon Golinic, the Princess and two Knights of the Dead Apostles, the Star Tentacle Golden Wolf, the Werewolf Sinfitli, the Nordic King Beowulf, the Giant God Head Attila, the Magic Marshal... It can be said that most of the organizational figures except the church have been brought in. Well, it shouldn't be too much to give him the title of King of Kings. 129: The “Crazy” Savior Western Roman Empire, Gaul region, the central city of the "Bagoda Movement". At noon, the soft sunlight shines into the vast earth, and the sticky air seems still sleepy. A man with white hair and bright brown skin stood in the air above the city. His name was Zagreus, a god who had escaped from the texture and fallen into the human world. He was contracted with the hidden divine principle of the Wandering Sea and summoned by Gize who was participating in the underwater Alexandria Library project. Zagreus, Prince of the Underworld, the predecessor of the Greek god of wine, is the son of Zeus and Persephone, the queen of the underworld. Bai Ruolong, who was supposed to appear as one of the protagonists of the second generation's great adventure a thousand years later. Next to him, there is a big black tree, its branches and leaves spread out in the clear sky, as if containing shadows and darkness, and the roots visible on the ground look like black snakes. This is the divine body of the Japanese god, the leader of Kunitsu, a hybrid of dragon and ox, Okuninushi. It was thanks to the secret assistance of these two gods that the most elite Praetorian Guards of the Western Roman Empire were unable to end the "Bagoa Movement". But today, something came. Prince Hades felt an unprecedented, even strange force appearing in front of their sight. "Is this the power that even Kitz finds terrifying? It is indeed." Zagreus murmured. As a Greek god, he did consider it his responsibility to protect mankind. But one thing you need to know is that God and humans have different perspectives. In the eyes of God, humans are two-dimensional beings. The reason why Hercules was transformed into a vengeful person by the black mud was because the different values between Greek gods and humans drove him crazy. "Human, why are you like this? You shouldn't be like this. You should know this better than anyone else." "How foolish! Because I want to be saved, I feel the inevitable end even more painfully. I once prayed, wanting to know everything, wanting to understand everything in this ever-expanding world, so that what I pursued was not personal strength or happiness, but myself as a real person who would exist until the judgment of the world came. " The woman's words contained no sarcasm or malice, but were full of pure kindness.
This figure seems like a true savior. However, Prince Hades knew it, but it would be more accurate to say that it was forcibly instilled in him during these few minutes rather than knowing it. A woman's kindness is just kindness, without any trace of affection or compassion. This explanation was just a prelude to making himself and others disappear. The sun was clearly shining softly on the earth, bathing every inch of land in warm light, but at this moment, there were silvery-white stars shining in the sky here, and tilting down at a speed that no human could reach, as if turning this place into an ocean under the moonlight. However, that was not a real ocean, but an environment formed by countless shining silver-white light spots. However, Zagreus not only felt, but also heard and saw this incomparable abnormality. The breath of the world had disappeared, and the magic that quickly filled the place was accompanied by a very familiar "madness". "You, no, this is so much like Art's aura, why is there something about you——" As a Greek god, Zagreus naturally knew what was at the bottom of Kiara's magic. Although it had an unknown aura of corruption and curse, the essence of following it was madness. That was the god of order born from chaos that flew from far away, wandering on Mount Olympus. It had no flesh nor a real body made of machine steel, but was a program that swayed in the ocean of information with only knowledge and wisdom. Its name was Arte. Arte is an intelligent entity that controls and shakes rationality and brings madness to people, gods, and the world. It was not created due to a malfunction or malicious intent, but is a necessary balance stone set on the fleet. It is an auxiliary system set up to change the truth and honesty of the world. However, at some point, Zeus, the king of gods who had a mechanical body at that time, judged that Ate was no longer needed, froze her, and banished her to the human world. Thus, there was a legend that Zeus grabbed Ate by the hair and exiled her. The place where Ate, the goddess of folly, fell was called Troy, and the seeds of madness began to take root. At that time, whenever humans did something stupid, they would say that they were influenced by Ate. But in fact, "stupidity", "madness" and "destruction" are actually created by human beings themselves. The goddess of temptation, Ate, cannot influence them, but instead takes a lot of blame. Ate did not hate the gods, nor did she lament her own powerlessness. Instead, she admired the world and humanity. Humans were both smart and stupid. Even without Ate's influence, their inner selves already contained honor and destruction. Therefore, in Ate's view, humans would become complete beings. Because of Ate's madness and disembodied nature, even if the Olympians disappeared, she would be able to coexist with humans as the embodiment of madness, like a dream or illusion. The incorporeal Ate merged into the world and turned into waves of information. One of the waves gradually gained consciousness and substance over the long years and turned into the human-shaped "Foolishness", becoming an independent individual different from Ate. In the year 400, the individual was named - Francesca. "A hundred years later, once again." Kiara said quietly. "The Prince of Hades in Greece and the Great Lord of the Far East are barely comparable to the time between the Demon Marshal and the Moon King, so—" The silver light spots like the ocean burst out with terrifying magic power, and immediately it seemed as if infinite ether cannons appeared behind it, and the phantom of the moon emerged from the sky. The silver-white space was constantly shattering with the woman as the center, and Prince Hades even caught a glimpse of the stars through the cracks. The magic of the ether cannon is just as its name suggests. Countless shells are ejected, just like a black hole born on the ground. Colors and sounds disappear, leaving only nothingness and the fragrance of myth. What followed was a huge phantom of the moon, a substance made of "faith", which tore apart everything and caused collapse. The mysterious strength and endurance were meaningless in front of this holy book, just like the end of a giant aging star, swallowing up not only the surrounding air, but even a part of the world, and the nothingness continued to expand -
Soon everything here returned to its original state. All that was left now was everything that had been razed to the ground. "God has already turned to dust. What connection does the world have with you?"