Old days in the box

Chapter 194 The Enemy's Enemy Is My Friend

On the thundering ocean, leaden clouds are gathering along the southern coast of Europe, as if they have already foreseen a war.

After leaving the Eastern Continent, Freya followed the guidance of MOSS and soon led the deep-diving elves and the remaining fleet in the North Sea to the southern coast of the Holy Roman Empire.

A mighty fleet is currently sailing on the sea, using the fog created by the Mist Gate to protect itself.

R'lyeh also triggered his own magic under the water, extending the countless tentacles on his back to disrupt the currents in their path to confuse ships on nearby routes.

Their progress was undoubtedly smooth. The fog and Raleye's interference at the bottom of the sea allowed them to approach the shore without encountering any battle, and they were about to enter their river veins smoothly.

But at this moment, almost at the same moment, an unknown but very surprising conversation was taking place under the sea.

Deep in the deep sea, in the palace of God shrouded in the concept of divinity.

The golden palace that was usually used to entertain the gods was eclipsed today, as if it had lost its former splendor and looked more like a dark and gloomy palace.

At this time, Niord, the God of Raging Waves, was still standing at the entrance of the palace, with a serious look on his face, as if he was waiting for someone to arrive.

It is conceivable that those who can be invited by Him to this palace of God will not be just ordinary people.

However, the strange thing is that this time He did not light the candles in the palace, nor did He prepare fine wine and food, which was completely different from the preparations made before Thor's last visit.

In fact, He was not even sure whether the other party would accept the invitation.

Just as he was staring ahead with a deep frown, a terrifying force that also came from the deep sea appeared at the entrance of the palace and quickly condensed into a blurry colossus.

This figure does not belong to Golden Thunder, nor does it belong to any of the gods in the sky that he is familiar with.

This power comes from another god who also comes from the deep sea, an old opponent who has been fighting with him for endless years.

As the mighty force of the deep sea tore apart, a corner of the divine barrier of the Palace of Gods was broken, and endless turbid black water flowed into it, quickly forming the image of a white-haired old man wearing simple clothes.

Egil, the God of Death of the Sea, actually came to Niord's palace!

What's even more surprising is that Niord, the God of Raging Waves, didn't show any surprise at all. Instead, he slowly walked down the steps and walked towards the guest who had arrived as promised.

The person he made an appointment to meet here today turned out to be Egil, the God of Death of the Sea, his old rival for thousands of years!
"You're here." Niord clasped his hands behind his back and slowly stared at the Death of the Sea in front of him.

"It's been countless years. This is the first time you've invited me to your palace. I have to come." Egil made a mocking tone, approached Him with a sneer and replied.

The images of the two of them are very similar. Both of them look like gray-haired old men, and they are both surrounded by the divine power of the ocean authority.

Since the powers all come from the same authority, it is not surprising that they are so similar.

"I think you should also be very aware of the current situation in the sea. The last deep-sea monster, Kraken, has become a believer in the Children of the Old and has handed over his divine authority. The threats we face have grown to the point where we have no choice but to It’s taken seriously.”

Niord ignored Egil's taunt and continued to talk about the purpose of inviting Him to this trip.

"Haha, it's really interesting. A weak existence that is less than a year old can actually make you, the orthodox Warner Protoss, feel fear. This is not like your style at all, Niord." Egil. Laughing sarcastically.

"This weak existence you mentioned is now the God of the Ocean on an equal footing with you and me. Do you really think that the threat from this son of the past is not big enough?"

"You and I have been fighting for countless years. Are there too many existences like this that come out halfway to fight for the authority of the ocean? In the end, aren't you and I the only ones who can stay in the ocean? He will not be an exception."

Egil had no interest in Niord's words, and even looked down on the God of Raging Waves from the bottom of his heart.He and Niord have been fighting each other for the authority of the ocean for countless years, but the Vanir Protoss, who was sent from the Divine Realm to the mortal world, has been suppressed by himself. Even though he has the support of the Divine Realm behind him, he has never been able to set foot in the offshore sea. external control.

And now, he actually invites his opponent to come, with a vague intention to win over him?
As an orthodox god, this is too cheap.

"It seems that you haven't realized the threat of this son of the past." Niord looked at Egil expressionlessly, as if he didn't care at all about the mocking look on his face.

The vague sound of the sea echoed around them, as if some kind of tidal wave had occurred. No one spoke, but the atmosphere obviously changed.

The smile on Egil's face froze a little and gradually faded away, because he suddenly understood another meaning from Niord's words.

"You mean...there are people in the Divine Realm supporting this son of the past?" Egil asked tentatively.

Niord didn't answer, but the expression on his face said it all.

Egil frowned slightly and rolled his eyes.

He had long heard that a war of faith was taking place on land recently. The believers of the God of Raging Waves were fighting with the believers of the Sons of the Past, killing each other.

Originally, He was still wondering, wouldn't it be easy for him to appear directly and destroy those heretics with Niord's authority and power? Why did he keep avoiding appearing?

But now, He understood why.

"Ha, I didn't expect you to be here today, Niord," Egil suddenly sneered again, staring at the Warner protoss in front of him and said: "It seems that God's Domain has lost patience with you and plans to support others to take charge. What about the ocean in the atrium?”

"No need to talk like this, Egil, you and I both know very well that in your current state, it is impossible to win over the son of the past. Don't forget that you were torn apart by him just now. Come down with a big piece of authority.”

"If it wasn't my people who were delaying time for you on land at this moment, how could you still stand in front of me and show off your power?"

Niord was obviously fully prepared, and Egil, who had already spoken in a few easy words, looked embarrassed, and a feeling of shame welled up in his heart.

The divine battle that took place in the Devil's Sea was simply the most humiliating one in his millions of years.

Not only did he lose a divine envoy he had carefully nurtured, but he even had a large piece of his power torn off, and he was able to escape from there by breaking off his arm.

And the most terrifying thing is that from the beginning to the end of that divine battle, he did not see the figure of the Son of the Old One, not even his incarnation.

He just kept facing sudden attacks from the void from all directions, and was quickly defeated.

"What's going on with your Tidecalling Beast? The magic power hasn't been removed from its body yet?" Niord continued to ask.

"Don't mention it. I don't know what the scarlet magic power is in its body. No matter how much it is removed, it will emerge automatically. There is no way to eradicate it from the extraordinary divinity. It can only be locked in the deep sea first."

Egil replied with an unlucky look on his face. The tide-calling beast that was invaded by Zhou Xiao's scarlet magic power has not yet found a way to eradicate the mutation. As a result, Egil had to use his own divine power to suppress it in the deep sea and temporarily let it go. It falls into a deep sleep.

This tide-calling beast is a divine envoy formed by splitting a large piece of his own authority. The extraordinary divinity in it cannot just be given to the children of the past.

"Then you should understand now what a threat this son of the old is to you and me." Only then did Niord finally look into Egil's eyes and asked again.

"You are the gods who represent the Divine Realm. If the Divine Realm discovers that you are colluding with the giants, you will probably immediately lose your power in the atrium and be taken back to the Divine Realm by them, right? Aren't you afraid of being judged by the Father of the Gods? Egil asked with a sneer.

(End of this chapter)