Old days in the box

Chapter 450 The gods themselves are not monolithic
Along the colorful land that was wriggling like a living thing, the young Vanir was walking forward from the throne to welcome Freya, the chosen champion who was led here.

"Frey, King of the Elves, holds the power: abundance (complete)."

"Divinity/Faith Level: 6/4."

"The current leader of the Vanir Protoss, with the help of the Goddess of Fertility a thousand years ago, he made the Elven Kingdom independent from the stars, and has ruled this place ever since. Because of his commitment to peace and prosperity, he has long been loved and recommended by all the elves."

"Tip: You cannot use pointer operations on non-friendly targets with a divinity/faith level higher than level 5."

Although the new laws of nature have just been established, it is surprising that Frey, the god of fertility, already has a faith level as high as level 4.

On the slowly crawling land of flowing light, He landed riding a wild boar with golden mane, bringing the never-extinguished light of harvest. Behind Him floated the shining sword of victory, following its master closely.

"Welcome, One of the Old Ones." He spoke, but the voice did not come from in front of him. Instead, it came from the living earth beneath their feet, these huge tree stems, and these cracks and potholes in the ground that were vibrating simultaneously.

This is Alfheim, the kingdom of the elves. Under the influence of the two great powers of "fertility" and "reproduction", everything here is alive and connected to them.

It is rumored that the elves originally only lived on this one mother planet, but now, nearly 600 planets in the entire realm have been brought under the rule of the elves, and the speed and means of their expansion can be imagined.

"King of the Elves, protector of sunlight and harvest, nice to meet you." Freya and several deep divers behind her bowed cautiously and replied.

"I think you should understand why I summoned you. My elves told me that you and your people fell from the void into my kingdom, and then the army of the God's Realm chased you here. I want to know what happened."

There was no blame in Frey's tone, and the elves had already agreed to their temporary stay.

But Freya would never believe that the God of Fertility knew nothing.

False gods, rebellion, conspiracy, so much confusing information, how much should I say, how to say it, where to start? Freya thought quickly in her mind.

"There is no need to tell Him that Odin is a false god."

Just as she was considering her words, divine guidance from the sky suddenly fell from above her head and reached her ears.

Freya glanced up secretly, and the old voice continued to fall:
"At this point, truth or falsehood is no longer important, and He has long sensed the establishment of the new heavenly principles. What you need to tell Him is that the divine domain has deteriorated, and next they will seize the authority of God in the entire universe, including the one in His hand."

Zhou Xiao wants to persuade other gods to help, and using Sam's identity is definitely not a good reason.

The world line overwrite is irreversible. After the overwrite is completed, all history and memories will be replaced accordingly. In fact, Sam is now Odin, and it is impossible for him to disprove this.

To convince the gods, we must start with the most direct interests.

After hearing this, Freya nodded secretly and turned to the God of Fertility in front of her and said, "The Divine Realm broke the agreement between us and sent an army to exterminate everything in Midgard. We are all survivors."

"Why would the Divine Realm do this?" The voices of the masses once again rang out in unison from the cracks around them.

"Odin has established a new law of nature. He needs a large amount of divine authority to feed his laws of nature. Next, he will continue to hunt down the remaining divine authority in the universe - not only in Midgard, but also in other gods." "That's just your speculation. Alfheim is an independent realm in the Nine Realms. Unless the incident involves a war between gods, we will not interfere in the affairs of other realms."

"Midgard also reached a deal with the Divine Realm. Thor, the God of Thunder, personally promised us independence, but what was the result?"

More schools of floating fish emerged from the depths of the tunnels and tree stems, swimming freely in this colorful living garden. They seemed to be communicating with each other, making incomprehensible calls.

But Frey just raised his hand, and the wild boar Gulinbosdi beside him roared, and a halo radiated from its bristles, calming the animal cries.

"I think you are still not very clear about some of the unspoken rules of the Nine Realms, Miss Chosen by God." He spoke again and continued to look at Freya below.

"You are mortals, and Midgard is also a world for mortals. As one of the five major races, mortals were originally created by the Vanir. After the sacrifice of the giant ancestor Ymir to establish the Nine Realms, it was Odin, the king of the gods, who created you personally. Because of this, no matter what agreement you have reached between you, your lives will always belong to the realm of the gods."

"Perhaps you will think that the disaster in Midgard is tragic, shameless, and inhumane, but I must tell you that in the eyes of the gods, this is just Odin taking back the life he once gave. It cannot be used as an excuse."

There was no mockery in Frey's tone; He simply expressed calmly the gods' views.

From the perspective of God, the destruction of Midgard by the Divine Realm was not a big deal. Gods enslave mortals, and everything mortals have is given by God. Even if it is taken back today, it is reasonable. It is neither a crime nor a reason to blame the Divine Realm.

Even though the Age of Faith has begun, the concepts in the eyes of the old gods cannot be changed overnight.

The idea that "mortals are just pets of the gods" is still deeply rooted in the minds of many gods.

"So what you mean is that mortals are not worth saving? Or do you not believe what I said?" Freya was a little annoyed.

"No, Alfheim would like to help you, Miss Chosen, but I need a nice opening."

Frey turned around and continued walking down to where Freya and the others were. The schools of fish and tentacles on both sides of the aisle made way and bowed to their king. Even the colorful surface seemed to be differentiated into a tangible path like a fungal carpet.

"Alfheim has remained neutral for thousands of years. There are many things that cannot be helped just by asking. Now all the gods can only see the universal war with the giants. The emergence of the new law of nature is only a secondary matter. As for the destruction of Midgard, it is even more insignificant. I need a strong enough reason to convince them."

"What reason?" Freya was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the God of Fertility would be in favor of them.

The wild boar Gulinbosti, a symbol of harvest, let out a loud roar, and a large number of insects began to swarm out from the bottom of the surrounding tunnels and rhizomes - the insects that Freya was familiar with.

The Khorne Swarms, Tzeentch Swarms, Slaanesh Swarms, Nurgle Swarms, all those swarms that were subordinate to the Goddess of Breeding and had once gone to Midgard to support the Old Ones, now all reappeared on their home planet, forming a tidal army.

"Don't worry, my lady is already taking action. All you have to do now is wait patiently." Frey smiled proudly, and on the other side of the screen, Zhou Xiao also instantly realized something.

The goddess of fertility Victoria had already reminded Frey a long time ago, which is why he seemed to know a lot of inside information. Victoria was absent from the Elf Kingdom not because she had gone anywhere, but because she rushed to the front line to reach the place where Sam was negotiating with the gods.

In other words, the truly important home ground is not here, but on the front line of Jotunheim, the land of giants.

(End of this chapter)