Ancient God in the Modern World

"Uncle Cold Wind, your music is very lovely," Cyril commented.

Cold Wind is playing one of his musical pieces.

As he is doing so, the air was filled with graceful sounds that would make one forget one's self. Not only that but they would also forget their debts as their soul would be relaxed.

Since Cold Wind left the Asgardian realm, he began wandering on the earth from city to city. He gained experience from city to city.

Now, he could no longer be called naïve. He had learned many lessons. In fact, if he did not have the strength of an admiral, he would have already fallen.

Meanwhile, Cyril was in a relaxed expression.

Currently, they were on one of the bases of the humans. However, this base is one of the unfortunate bases as it was surrounded by a desert.

"Uncle Cold Wind's melody was just too great coupled with the luxurious place, this is heaven."

After the last piece of note, Cold Wind finished his music

"No, young man. This is not heaven, the true heaven is with our Lord, the Divine Spirit of Life and Death. This is life."

Cold Wind shook his head as he thought that Cyril is still naïve.

"Uncle Cold Wind, if heaven is with our Lord; then how will we find heave?" Cyril asked with a stern expression. "I mean, would our soul live on with our Lord?"

"That, I too am not sure of. However, that's what the young priest of the Plague River Church had said."

Cold Wind took out his phone and played a video of Elioenai's preachings.

Whoosh!

After they were playing the video, Milo appeared with a gloomy expression.

"We need to leave."

Milo urged them to leave as he was hurriedly packing their things.

"What happened?" Cold Wind as he also helps pack their things.

"What's that?" before Milo could answer, Cyril asked while pointing towards the east of the city.

Cold Wind and Milo looked at him and noticed the glow in his eyes which meant that he was using his ability, Energy Eyes.

"You've guessed right, those are demonic clouds. They must be after the things that our Lord entrusted us."

Hearing what Milo said, Cold Wind stopped moving.

"The things that our Lord entrusted us, huh! The Demons… we must not let them have it."

After saying that, Cold Wind took out the staff that he had gotten from smoky Flaviens and gave it to Cyril.

"What is this for?" Cyril asked.

"Keep it. Don't let the Demons have it. I will delay them while the both of you escape."

"No, uncle Cold Wind. I can teleport us all." Milo is disapproved of Cold Wind's idea.

"Milo, remember, the Demons are chaos in nature. Once the demonic clouds reached this place, we would not be able to leave."

"No uncle, I can teleport us all."

Milo insisted, however, Cold Wind shook his head and cannot be convinced.

"I am an admiral. Furthermore, I am also a prophet. Are you looking down on my abilities?"

Cold Wind asked. Then, he took out the harp that Allen gave him and urged them to leave.

"Leave now. We don't have much time. if you don't hurry, my sacrifice would be for naught."

Albeit reluctant, Cyril and mil could only do as Cold Wind said.

And, for the last time, they wanted to bid farewell.

"Uncle Cold Wind, for our Lord," Cyril said with a smile. However, deep inside his heart, he was grieving to see their senior off. But he and Milo could not do anything but pray in their hearts that their Lord would save them.

"Lord, the Divine Spirit of life, the ancient one, please save us."

Of course, Allen heard all of these and he was already rushing towards their location while riding Stripes.

Meanwhile, Milo and Cyril vanished in front of Cold Wind only to reappear in the sky.

"Shit!"

Milo could not believe what just happened. Initially, their destination is the base nearest to them. However, for the second time, his ability failed him. But this time, he did not panic.

He teleported himself and Cyril to the ground. However, there is still a deviation on it but it was manageable.

They reappeared a few feet above the ground.

"Argh, is this the chaos that uncle Cold Wind mentioned?" if Cyril did not experience it first hand, he would not believe it.

The chaos was already too strong for them to be able to leave. Initially, Cold Wind thought that they could still leave.

"Hahaha! Slaves of the Divine Spirit, you cannot steal the things that are not yours."

All of a sudden, a voice resonated in the sky. Then, part of the demonic cloud turned into a smoky face.

Meanwhile, as Cold Wind heard the voice, he knew that he was wrong. He should have not separated for them.

But this is not the time for regret.

All he could do was rush while the demonic cloud is still far from them.

Meanwhile, the A.I. of the base detected the anomaly and started warning everyone in the base.

"WARNING! ALL PERSONNEL IN BASE 459, AN UNKNOWN ENTITY IS HEADING TOWARDS US."

"WARNING! ALL PERSONNEL IN BASE 459, AN UNKNOWN ENTITY IS HEADING TOWARDS US."

"THREAT LEVEL…ERROR."

"ERROR!"

This is the first time that the A.I. reported a threat error. Or rather, the A.I. did not have data regarding it on its database.

Technically, something as big as this should not be able to hide its movement.

Even the military is caught off guard.

However, Cold Wind did not care about the warning of the A.I.

He knew that this world is rather primitive. Well, primitive compared to the Asgardian realm. Although the earth has figures beyond the ranks of an admiral, there are very few of them.

Furthermore, those figures could easily be squashed by Demons and such.

After a few more moments, Cold Wind arrived at a rooftop.. There, he positioned himself and his harp and began playing his piece.