Embers of Embers

Chapter 525 False God
The atmosphere at this moment was a little subtle, and the nerves that had been numbed by alcohol suddenly sobered up.
Ragnar looked at Lorenzo with a smile, and Lorenzo looked into his eyes without avoiding it, and the two stared at each other for a while, ending with Lorenzo looking away.
This……
Lorenzo opened his mouth to say something, but after hesitating for a long time, he took it back.Perhaps this is the so-called "phototaxis". Bad things come one after another, becoming a mess.
"Shipbuilder Floki, the lord of Lingbing Bay, is a guy who likes to explore the sea. He rarely has the opportunity to set foot on land throughout the year and spends almost all of his time on the sea."
Ragnar told of what he knew about Floki.
"His connection with the End Society begins with Jihai. You may not believe that Floki has the most complete sea chart in the Western world. This is the crystallization of his years, but this sea chart The map is not perfect, only the last piece of sea area, he still hasn't fully explored it."
"Sea of ​​Silence."
Lorenzo replied that from Shrike's narration, he learned about what happened ten years ago and also learned about Floki's persistence in the Silent Sea.
"Well, it looks like you don't know anything," Ragnar said.
"Ten years ago, our people cooperated with Floki, and in the end he was the only one who came back alive...so how did Floki get involved with the End Society?"
Lorenzo asked, if there was such a relationship, he would have to make changes to his next plan.Based on what I know about the Society of the End in my memory, Lingbing Bay may have changed drastically now.
"The pioneer of the End Society, it is said that he has gone deep into the Sea of ​​Silence several times and communicated with the gods at the end of the Sea of ​​Silence. Although it sounds like a godsend, what we can know is that the Society of the End of the End does have the ability to go deep into the Sea of ​​Silence , and Floki wants to conquer that sea too much, even if he wants to go deep into the Sea of ​​Silence, he will gladly join the End Society."
Ragnar continued to talk about information about Floki and the Doomsday Society.
"So Floki is your enemy? If a lord openly joins the Society of the End, it must have an impact on your rule, right?" Lorenzo asked.
Ragnar paused for a while, he thought about it, and smiled helplessly.
"It's hard for me to judge this. Floki did blatantly join the Final Society. His behavior promoted the spread of the Final Society in the Viking countries, but what's interesting is... the Final Society seems to be helping again. I."
"help you?"
"Do you still remember the ultimate goal of the End Society?" Ragnar's voice softened, "Death, absolute death."
"Not long ago, the Final Society of Lengbing Bay held a rally, the final rally. Everyone died in the fire in that rally. My spies got the news in advance. It is said that the Pioneers will appear at that rally. , in order to explore the secrets of the Silent Sea, Floki also participated in this last meeting.
This is a very good opportunity. If Floki really died in the fire, it would be good news for me. His Ice Bay is very important in the Viking countries, but it is not in my control.
Now Floki's focus is on the exploration of the Silent Sea. Once he no longer focuses on this and is coerced by other lords, it will be a great threat to me. "
"You want Floki dead."
The king in front of him was not softened by alcohol. He was cruel and ruthless. In the sound of Lorenzo's words, he answered slowly.
"To be precise, I hope all the lords can die, but this is obviously unrealistic and it will take me decades to complete this.
What’s interesting is that Floki did not die in the fire. This guy never really believed in the Doomsday Society, and he only used each other with them. He did not join this carnival of death and became the only one in the gathering. The survivor returned to his residence..."
Ragnar's voice hesitated a little, and he continued.
"Perhaps there is another survivor, the Herald."
"But it's difficult for me to give you any information about these. After all, each territory is autonomous by the lord, and the scope of my influence is limited."
"It's really a complicated situation." Lorenzo felt a little headache.
"It's not complicated, Mr. Holmes. You just need to trust the sword and gun in your hand. You don't have to worry too much. Now the Viking countries and Inverg are tied to the same chariot. Even if you Kill Floki and wipe out the Last Order, and no one will blame you."
Ragnar said meaningfully, and Lorenzo understood what he meant, which made him a little unhappy.
"Borrowing a knife to kill someone?"
"Not at all. You need Floki as the navigator, and in the ghostly place of Lonely Sea, there will inevitably be some accidents. Moreover, for Floki, the Lonely Sea is quite romantic as a place of burial."
Ragnar stood up and walked towards the barrel with the empty wine glass, talking as he walked.
"It's impossible, Mr. Holmes. In the future, Ice Bay will not only be the core of trade within the Viking countries, but also the most important war factory. You can rest assured that these Things, give it to a guy who only cares about the completion of the chart?"
"The things you hold in your hands are the most real things, and the rest are all illusions."
Lorenzo thought for a while and asked clearly.
"What if I let him live?"
"Then survive. After all, he is also a lord. I can't just kill him." Ragnar filled a glass of wine and continued, "But will your friends let him go? Ten years ago, only If he comes back alive alone, will his anger be appeased?"
The sound was very soft, but it fell like a heavy hammer. For a moment, everything seemed to have a reasonable explanation.
Ragnar could not influence the selection of personnel on the Yin Erweg side. He could not take the initiative to appoint Shrike to participate in this operation... In other words, he just took advantage of all this. This is not even considered use. Ragnar just It's just telling you what might happen in the future.
"You're too thoughtful to be a Viking."
Lorenzo didn't know whether to admire or fear.
"As a king, this is compulsory, Mr. Holmes."
Ragnar leaned aside, drinking.
"Anyway, whether it's Floki or the End Association, there are too many interference factors in your next actions, and you will make a decision sooner or later. That's about all the information about Bingbing Bay... But I'm really pretty I’m curious about what lies at the end of the Silent Sea, is it really the abode of the gods?”
"I don't know, but it probably wouldn't be something good, otherwise it wouldn't be locked up in this cold end, would it?" Lorenzo replied.
"That's right. That's it for today, Mr. Holmes. Whatever happens next, I'll leave it to Haybold."
Ragnar put down his wine glass and walked towards the door of the tavern as he spoke.
"As a king, there are still so many things waiting for me."
……
Only Lorenzo and Hebold were left in the tavern. Lorenzo was not sure whether this was a pleasant meeting. Ragnar brought him information about the Final Society, but it also brought potential danger.
Floki and the Order of the End.
Lorenzo felt a burst of pressure before setting off for Lingbing Bay, let alone the upcoming trip to the Lonely Sea.
"How is our King?"
Heibald took a long breath. It was inevitable that he would feel depressed when he was spending time with the king.
"He is so alert that he doesn't look like a Viking. I think he and Arthur will get along very well." Lorenzo said.
"What do you think Vikings should be like? Rough and reckless, sacrificing their lives for Odin like a fool?" Haybold smiled, "Well, most Vikings are indeed like this."
"His Majesty is very good at using other people's impressions of the Vikings. Once he was unable to attack a position for a long time, and finally decided to fight the opponent to the death. If he won, the opponent would surrender. If he died in the battle, we would withdraw our troops."
"The results of it?"
"The result? As a result, he did start a life-and-death duel, but his dagger was coated with poison, and he easily killed the opponent."
Haybold looked at Lorenzo's slightly surprised expression and said.
"Glory is reserved for the dead. Those who are truly in power only need results."
"This foreign war is just the beginning. For the sake of profit, the lords will rush to send troops, but the war is not so easy to win. They will be dragged into the whirlpool and continue to reduce their own strength. Even after the war is won, the lords will It will also hurt the vitality, and this is the precursor to the unification of the Viking countries.
One by one the lords will die until only the king remains. "
"It seems the civil wars among the Viking kingdoms never ceased."
Lorenzo, awed by such a bloodthirsty thought, went to the cask and filled himself and Heybold with wine.
"Of course, it has never stopped, but these have nothing to do with us. We only need to care about Jinghai's actions now. All this is a thing for the future."
Heybold got up and took the glass handed over, and lightly touched Lorenzo's glass.
"But you look worried, Lorenzo, are you afraid of something?"
He could see the emotions hidden under Lorenzo's eyes, and there were ripples in the gray-blue pupils.Lorenzo shook his head and told Haybold not to worry.
"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about some things, some very complicated things." Lorenzo mentioned the conversation just now again, "What is the original appearance of the myth?"
"Hybold, if you follow his thinking, do you say that a long time ago, there was a man named Odin who did many things, which were recorded and sung by people, and finally misinterpreted as The myth as we know it now.”
His voice became very soft, like an ethereal echo.
Heybold's expression froze. He believed in the god Odin since he was a child. Even now, it is difficult to completely break out of the veil of belief and think about some things.
"I don't know, but it sounds... incredible."
"It's nothing incredible, haven't you discovered it yet?"
Lorenzo slowly backed away and stood not far from Heibald. He slowly opened his hands.
"Haibald, there is a 'false god' standing in front of you."
Blazing white fireworks rose in Lorenzo's hands. Not only that, awakened by the secret blood, his pupils also became blazing white and stern, and dense scales covered his neck, reflecting the glow. .
The nameless majesty was released at this point, as if countless invisible big hands grabbed Hibold, causing him to feel awe and fear involuntarily.
The light is dazzling, like a god who has descended into the world.
"Look at me, Heibald, and think about it, if many years ago, in this frozen and bitter land, a Viking whose knowledge was limited to this land, saw my existence, he would What do you think?"
Lorenzo stared at the pure flame in his hand, and the light of the fire took away all sight.
"Will he see me as a human being, or as a god?"
His heart was beating violently, and Hebold couldn't say anything, breathing hard.
"You must know that human cognition has limitations, just like the armored ships and artillery that we are accustomed to now. If they appeared hundreds of years ago, people at that time would probably kneel down in fear and regard them as servants of God. With various sacred words.
But we all know that these things are not sacred, they are just cold steel, produced in burning industries. "
Haybold nodded stiffly. He understood what Lorenzo meant, and he was also horrified by knowing such blasphemous information. When divinity is erased, only the cruel reality is left.
"You must know that the history of demons' existence is far beyond our imagination and far beyond the limitations of our historical understanding."
The silent one, the end of the world, demons, erosion, sublimation...
Words danced in his mind one after another. Lorenzo closed his eyes, and the fireworks were extinguished at this moment. When he opened his eyes again, he became a normal person again, showing a smile that made Heybold feel chilling.
Lorenzo was smiling, a smile from the heart. It was hard for Hebold to imagine Lorenzo's mood at the moment. Why did he smile like this so easily? Could it be that Lorenzo didn't realize what he just said? Did something happen?If we follow Lorenzo's example...
So what exactly is the god Odin?What exactly is the so-called Hall of Valor?
Are they gods or demons?
Is the afterlife temple that the Vikings yearned for another lie?
[Fight and die, wake up early the next morning, and plunge into this reincarnation again. 】
[This is not the Hall of Valor, this is the real hell. 】
Ivar's voice echoed in his mind, further defeating Heibald's cognition. He slowly sat back on the chair, his wrists trembling slightly, and he took a big gulp of wine to let the alcohol numb his nerves.
"Don't be nervous, Heibald. If this inference is correct, then there is no so-called 'god' in this world. Even if there is something called 'god', as long as it bleeds, it will be killed. die."
Lorenzo also sat down. He was sincerely happy, raised his glass, and touched it with Haybold again.
It's a pity that he is now in the Viking countries, otherwise Lorenzo really wanted to have a good chat with Merlin about these new conjectures. With every step forward in rationality, the ignorant and holy will take a step back until they have no way out.
"God Odin..."
Lorenzo murmured quietly, imagining the appearance of the god in his mind.
Wearing a cloak and covered in silver armor, He held a cold spear in his hand and walked slowly on the snow-dusted frozen soil.
"Perhaps the Herald really is immortal."
(End of this chapter)