book of old days

Chapter 61 God's Hand

The prayers continued, and the woman in front of her seemed to be some kind of priest, and the object she was praying to was recognized by Sean, Sindora—the goddess of aurora in Nord mythology, but it seemed that she The identity in the Nord pantheon is even more complicated, because in this woman's mouth, Syndora is not only the goddess of death, but also the god of destiny, or some kind of harbinger of light, which makes Sean a little curious, this Nord What the hell is going on with the gods.

He had some expectations in his heart, expecting that the god statue in front of him would really respond to his pious prayers, a golden light would emerge, he would speak suddenly, or he would simply become a real person.

However, nothing happened, and the stone statue just stood there, just like the statues in any temple, church, or shrine that Sean said he had seen in reality.

For some reason, Sean felt a little disappointed with this obvious result.

Also disappointed was the woman in front of her. She finally stopped praying, looked at the stone statue, and remained silent for a long time.

"Have you abandoned us?" She asked in a questioning tone, then seemed a little apprehensive about her disrespect, and lowered her head again. As always, this question did not receive any response.

The woman stood up, and Xiao En suddenly noticed that the woman was obviously very tall, and her eyesight was almost at the same level as the statue. She came to the statue and looked at a cup in the hands of the statue. what.

The woman shook her head and just walked out of the room.

Outside the room where the statue is located is a magnificent hall, three huge statues stand in the middle of the hall, and there is a row of small statues around it, which are displayed around the big statue.

The one on the left of the three statues is the goddess of aurora Sindora, and the middle is a majestic deity wearing a crown of eagle wings. Sean guessed that it should be the so-called main god Aum.

The statue on the right is a bear, which is a bit strange.

The priests, Nord warriors, and lords in the temple are talking about it.

Seeing the woman coming out, someone immediately greeted her.

"Yalwei, how is it?" (It turns out that this woman's name is Alvi, Xiao En thought).

"Sindora didn't respond."

Hearing this answer, the atmosphere in the temple dropped down almost visible to the naked eye.

An old Nord man panicked, "Uruk, the god of war, is missing, and the goddess Aurora no longer answers our prayers. Is the legendary end of the gods really coming?"

"No, things haven't reached that point yet." A majestic voice suddenly sounded, and the opposite door suddenly opened, and a bearded priest walked in menacingly, holding a golden cup.

He raised the golden cup in his hand high, "Look, Aum has appeared!"

The cup in his hand was filled with golden liquid, emitting a dazzling light.

There was a burst of exclamation from the people in the temple, and people gathered around one after another, including Alvie.

"Lords, priests, warriors of Nord, the great god Aum has issued an oracle. This battle will be a battle that concerns the life and death of our people. We lost the temple of Norem, and we lost Norem. The temple of Riyadh lost the temple of Heimdell, and now we are gathered here, and if we fail again, our traditions, the wisdom of our ancestors, our kingdom, all will perish."

"Goddess Syndora forsook us, but the great Orm is still with us, he gave us his blood, now we need a warrior, drink this gift, become the hand of God, lead us to Victory—then who would accept the gift?"

"I'm coming!" Alvi said loudly.

The old priest shook his head, "Alvie, I don't doubt your courage, but you are the blood sacrifice of Syndora, so you cannot overstep."

"Let me come!" A burly and extremely stout man stood up, his bald head gleamed under the candlelight, with red battle patterns painted on his head, extremely fierce.

"No, you can't, you are a follower of Uruk, how can you inherit Aum's will, step back, Buck, I am the only one who can do this." With a deep voice, a giant man Standing up in the crowd, he was nearly two meters tall, standing out from the crowd.

Sean glanced at that person, and suddenly felt a little familiar. Why does this guy look somewhat similar to Ragnar?Could it be a relative of his ancestors?

"I am a follower of Orm and the lord of Nordforsen. This honor should belong to me."

"Ivar, son of Brock, do you understand the consequences of drinking the blood of this god?"

"I understand," the man said loudly, with a serious and dignified expression, "I will become the hand of God, I will bear the blood of God, I will practice the way of Aum, I will lose myself and become a sharp blade in the hand of God Aum .”

"There is only one thing that I am worried about. My heir is still underage. When I die, I hope someone can support him to grow up."

The old priest nodded and said: "You can rest assured Ivar, your descendants will become the family of the gods, ruling Nordforsen for generations, and no one dares to question their rights."

The burly giant named Ivar nodded slightly, took the cup with both hands, and drank the golden blood inside.

He looked up to the sky and let out a roar, golden light shot out from his eyes, mouth, and ears, as if something was burning inside his body, the roar lasted for more than ten seconds, and finally he calmed down, looking at him again His face was as majestic as a stone statue, with an inviolable aura, and his eyes shone like molten gold.

Looks like it's not human at all.

The people around seemed to have known the result, and knelt down on one knee, "Great God Aum, I salute you."

"I know everything, so you don't need to say much. Today I will lead you to the battlefield. The victor will be praised for all eternity. Those who died in the battle will return their souls to the temples of the gods and drink with me."

Sean was shocked to see it. Damn, is it true or not, the real god descended?Isn’t it saying that these gods are all fake?
But this way of descending from the gods is a bit evil. It seems that if you drink the blood of the gods, you will become a puppet.

But since all the gods have descended to earth, how can you still lose?

Alvie suddenly stepped forward and knelt down on one knee.

"Great God Aum, I have doubts in my heart."

"Yalvi, my child, I already understand what you think in your heart. Syndora has her own mission, and it will be clear in the future. Now, prepare for the war."

Aum's avatar said, and walked straight towards the outside of the temple, and everyone naturally followed behind.

Yarvi followed the incarnation of Aum and walked all the way to the outside of the temple. Along the way, those Nords flocked like crazy and let out fanatical cries.

The gods believed in by generations really came to them, and the increase in morale brought about was extremely amazing.

(End of this chapter)