I became the Great Old One

Midgard, the world where humans live in the Nine Realms.

"Splash!"

The sun shines through the lush forest and falls on the river, reflecting a deep green light.

A narrow wooden boat moves slowly on the river. Standing on the boat is a strange man with bandages wrapped all over his body and only one eye exposed.

The strange man is called Enherel.

He is a believer of the Mother Tree of Desire and also a flesh-giving warrior who inherited the power of the Mother Tree.

He doesn't look very good now. He is covered in blood. Under the bandages, there is charred flesh and blood. The scar looks like it was caused by a scorching thunder.

In addition.

One of Enherel's arms was also broken and disappeared.

The broken arm was wrapped in bandages, which were dyed into a strange dark green by the flesh and blood. There seemed to be tentacles under the bandages that kept wriggling, making a rustling sound.

Enherel seemed indifferent to his injuries. He looked at the forest in front of him with his only remaining eye.

At the same time, he used his other hand to control the oars, allowing the boat to move steadily in the river.

The further he went.

The darker the forest in front of him became.

The overlapping branches and leaves seemed to filter out the light of the sun Sur. The air was filled with a rotten and damp smell. The stones and tree roots beside the river were covered with moss, but strangely, in such a rich forest, there were no signs of animal or bird activities. Everything was quiet.

There was only the friction sound of the wind blowing through the woods and the sound of the oars hitting the river.

Finally, at the corner of this river.

A huge wooden house appeared in Enherel's sight. Enherel tied the boat to the wooden piles on the riverside and waited silently in front of the wooden house for a while.

After hearing the movement inside.

Enherel pushed the dilapidated wooden door open and stepped inside.

The wooden house was filled with an unbearable pungent smell of potions. The shelves on both sides were filled with all kinds of strange materials, including some materials similar to human organs. They looked fresh even though they were bloody. They had obviously left the owner's body, but they were still beating in the dark green liquid, which looked particularly terrifying.

"You are here."

The owner of the wooden house was a witch named Ellie.

Like Enherel, Ellie was also a believer of the Mother Tree of Desire and had been blessed by the Mother Tree.

However, unlike Enherel, Ellie's mutation was much more serious. She could no longer be called a "human", but turned into a deformed ancient tree of flesh and blood under the blessing of the Mother Tree.

Her legs turned into the roots of the tree, and her arms and palms turned into the forks of the trunk.

The skin all over his body fell off, the muscles that kept wriggling were exposed, the deformed bones pierced the flesh and turned into the trunk of the ancient tree, and the burning blood flowed to the ground along the grooves on the tree.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

But for the flesh givers, it was the most sacred posture close to the gods.

And Ellie's head was embedded in the middle of the twisted ancient tree, smiling at her guest.

"You don't look very good now." Ellie noticed that pus and blood kept seeping out of the gaps in the bandages on Enherel's body, as well as the broken arm and the exposed charred scars.

"As you can see, it is true."

Enhrel showed a respectful look on his face, bowed his head slightly, and a strange hoarse voice came from his throat: "We stole Thor's hammer with the help of the giants, and then fought with the famous Thor. Unfortunately, the power of Thor was far stronger than we expected. We failed, and many flesh-giving brothers died in Thor's lightning."

"This is indeed a reckless choice."

Ellie replied with a smile: "Thor's power is not inferior to Odin, and the authority of the mother tree is blocked by the world tree. We are not sure to defeat the gods of Asgard now."

During the conversation.

Ellie used her trunk to take a bottle of red potion from the shelf next to her and handed it to Enhrel.

Enhrel drank the potion without hesitation, and after a hearty groan, a scarlet flesh tentacles pierced the bandages wrapped around the broken arm.

However, after these tentacles grew, they did not heal to form new arms, but kept rubbing and wriggling.

It looked quite hideous.

Enherel did not seem to care about the changes in his arm.

He looked at the witch Ellie in front of him with some gratitude, and said to her: "We can't rely on the power of the ancient tree blindly. The Aesir gods have ruled the Nine Realms for too long, and I can't wait any longer. I want to see the demise of the gods, and I want the mother tree to ascend to the throne of God. At that time, we will all be angels sitting under the gods."

While speaking.

Enherel's face flashed with greed and yearning.

As desire spread in his consciousness, the distortion of Enherel's body continued to intensify.

Distorted faces appeared on the body wrapped in bandages, and those faces whose facial features could not be seen clearly opened their mouths, as if they were uttering silent painful howls.

Enherel and Ellie are believers of the Mother Tree of Desire.

Greed, hatred, Slaanesh... The stronger their desires, the more gifts they can get from the mother tree, and the more their body deformities will be.

"Yes."

Witch Ellie looked at Enhrel silently, and said, "I can help you, but you need to pay a price."

The most basic and primitive ancient rule of the Golden World Tree is sacrifice, and the Mother Tree of Desire is eroding the power of the World Tree. In this process, the two parts overlap.

As the flesh giver of the Mother Tree of Desire.

Witch Ellie also follows the ancient rules set by the World Tree.

"What price do you have to pay?" Enhrel seemed to be well prepared and asked without thinking.

"Eyes." The witch replied.

"Eyes..." Enhrel hesitated.

He only had one eye left. If he sacrificed this eye again, his eyesight would be deprived forever. Even the flesh giver could not heal such injuries.

"I promise you." Enhrel didn't think for too long. He sneered, "I don't want to see the Nine Realms ruled by the Aesir anymore."

"It's full of brutality, blood, and war..."

Enhrel was originally the king of a country in Migard. He had a beautiful wife and a rich country, many children, and a happy life.

However, all this was destroyed by the Aesir.

In order to fight against the prophesied Hall of Valor, Odin desperately provoked a war in the mortal world.

In such turmoil, many heroic legends were born. It was also accompanied by countless innocent people displaced, and countless countries were ruined and declined. Enhrel lost everything he had in the war provoked by the gods.

However, compared with other innocent people, Enhrel was undoubtedly lucky.

He saw the moon and received the blessing of the mother tree. That was a kind and omnipotent god. Compared with the mother tree of desire, the entire Aesir clan was an ugly and cowardly maggot.

Enhrel had dug out his only remaining eyeball.

He panted violently, blood dripping down his cheeks onto the soil under his feet.

As hatred spread in his heart, the degree of mutation on Enherel seemed to deepen, and thick layers of moss-like dark red mold grew faintly on his soles, exuding a decaying smell.

Ellie took the bloody eyeball from Enherel's hand.

The witch swallowed the eyeball directly into her stomach, and then closed her eyes. Her abdomen bulged high, constantly squirming and rolling, as if something alive was struggling in the witch's body.

After a long time, the witch opened her eyes again and sighed: "The answer has appeared in front of you."

At this time, Enherel had completely lost his vision.

However, ancient pictures still emerged in his consciousness. In the picture, Odin, riding a Pegasus and holding the Spear of Eternity, was torn and swallowed by a white giant wolf. The giant wolf was so tall that when he opened his mouth, his upper jaw touched the sky and his lower jaw could touch the ground. The brutal Thor was also defeated by a black snake that encircled the world. He saw the venom spreading through the tall body of Thor, corrupting the flesh and blood of the giant into sticky pus and blood.

At the end of the picture.

is a goddess with long silver-white hair and wearing black armor.

The goddess drove a warship made of dead nails, and her whole body was filled with the breath of coldness and death. The undead followed him like a dense ocean, galloping across the sacred land of Asgard.

The goddess of death in black armor seemed to notice Enhrel's peeping.

Slightly looking in the direction where he was, Enhrel seemed to fall into a cold abyss in an instant, and his heart stopped beating.

It was only under the call of the witch Ellie that Enhrel woke up from the terrible illusion. He half-knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

"You seem to have seen a terrible scene." The witch said.

"Yes."

Enhrel showed an exaggerated and crazy smile on his face: "It's a wonderful scene. The gods were slaughtered like pigs, and the sacred Asgard was desecrated by the dead."

He made up his mind and continued: "I will find those monsters and offer them to the mother goddess before they grow up."

"Then do it." The witch's face was lingering in deep darkness.

Enhrel nodded, turned around and left the witch's room. Although he had lost his eyes, his steps were still firm and steady.

...

Crimson sky, burning world.

A huge black beast stood on the ancient star, exuding the majesty of a landslide and tsunami, and was invincible.

In front of the beast, there were groups of monsters. Each of these monsters was as big as a planet, with a hideous body, and covered with layers of translucent gravitational fields.

The beast fought these groups of monsters alone.

They kept fighting, bleeding, and turning each other's flesh and blood into ashes.

The monsters were torn apart by the giant beast again and again, but at the same time, they also left deep scratches on the giant beast.

The scales were shattered, the internal organs were hollowed out, and the exposed bones were broken... But the giant beast always stood in the starry sky, with a king-like majesty flowing on its face with ravines.

Until the end, the endless monsters turned into a bloody torrent, drowning the black giant beast.

But the giant beast still refused to retreat.

His face was ferocious and fierce, and he poured his last strength into the stars at his feet. The eternal blazing sun was detonated, and unprecedented light enveloped everything.

"call!"

Zyglina woke up from a familiar nightmare, breathing heavily.

She was lying on a big stone beside the hot spring, and the sound of gurgling water could be heard in her ears. Looking up, I saw the lush coniferous forest covered with snow, and the sun's rays became cold and hazy under the refraction of the mist.

Wow!

A snow-white giant wolf stepped on the river water and jumped lightly to Zyglina's side.

The giant wolf stretched out its pink tongue and licked the warm water droplets on Zyglina's face. Zyglina felt itchy in his body, and the remaining sleepiness was swept away by the giant wolf's teasing.

"It's salty, Ziglina, you're crying." Fenrir said to the girl.

"No."

Zyglina decisively refused.

However, she still touched the corners of her eyes with some uncertainty, and sure enough, they were a little moist.

Thinking of the scenes that kept repeating in his dream, Ziglina's expression looked a little dull. She didn't know why, but the black giant beast in her dreams always gave her a familiar feeling.

Whenever he saw the giant beast injured, Zyglina would instinctively feel heartache.

"How long have I been sleeping here?" Ziglina didn't want to talk more about this matter. She wiped the water droplets on her body with a towel and asked the giant wolf beside her.

"Well, almost a whole day." Fenrir replied casually, lying lazily on the snow.

"Oops!"

A look of distress suddenly appeared on the little girl's face, "It's over now. I promised to prepare dinner for dad today, but I accidentally overslept."

"It was yesterday's dinner." Fenrir licked his paw and reminded him thoughtfully.

"Thank you, you can remain silent." Zyglina glanced at the giant wolf sideways, and the giant wolf shrugged indifferently.

During the conversation.

Zyglina had crawled out of the warm water.

At this time, sixteen years have passed since the birth of the three little ones. During these sixteen years, Ziglina has been living in this primitive forest with Su Heng's incarnation.

Sixteen years have passed.

The little baby at that time has become a slim girl.

Crystal clear water drops flowed on the snow-white and delicate skin, and the long silver-white hair poured down the girl's perfect back curve. There were a few snowflakes on Ziegelina's fine eyelashes, and her deep eyes were full of emotion. The face as beautiful as an elf is filled with indescribable majesty and prowess, and has a soul-stirring beauty.

Zyglina put on his clothes and put the hunting bow and arrow behind him.

A rustling sound came from behind, and a giant snake with a head as big as a house jumped out from the gap in the stone. The deep pupils of the giant snake reflected Zyglina's graceful figure, and the scarlet snake letter was continuously swallowing from its mouth.

Zyglina was not surprised by the appearance of the big snake, and reached out to pat the cold jade-like scales of the big snake. The big snake hissed very usefully.

"Let's get ready to go home."

Zyglina stretched out, his slender waist and small navel exposed to the ice and snow.

Boom!

At this time.

There was a faint explosion in the distant jungle, and Ziglina's expression changed slightly. He easily jumped to the top of the big snake's head, and the big snake slowly lifted his body obediently.

Zyglina raised his gaze, looking across the lush forest. I saw black smoke rising from the woods.

"not good!"

Zyglina turned over and jumped down, kicked the white wolf's body, and said fiercely: "It's those goat-headed monsters, they are attacking the nearby villages again. We have to hurry up and get there."

"The law of the jungle is a truth in the world. Why should we help those weak mortals?"

The giant wolf complained to the girl angrily.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Ziglina's slender figure had already disappeared into the jungle. The giant wolf looked a little helpless, but it could only move its limbs and follow Zyglina.