Rebirth of the Viking King

On this thunderstorm night, Loki, who had just returned to land from the bottom of the sea through the [Scarlet Creator Statue], also saw the manifestation of Odin.

One by one, a group of 11 people walked out of the portal reflected between the eyebrows of the blood-colored stone sculpture. Loki looked back at the holographic projection-like device and had many unexpected associations in his mind.

Why does this thing look so much like a technological creation?

His brain is completely different from that of the medieval aborigines living in this life. After nine years of compulsory education, as well as careful reading of many science fiction masterpieces such as The Three-Body Problem, Loki's intuition told him that this alien god named [Scarlet Creator] was very much like some kind of real technological civilization.

Old Walder's use of the [Seal of Blood Sacrifice] to separate the seawater seems like magic, but there are also some theoretical supports.

The reason why fog rises on the sea is because the moon and stars project energy onto the sea surface to heat the sea water, and then the sea water accumulates energy, which props up the sea surface in a way similar to the Force. There seems to be some scientific truth in the conservation of energy between the lines.

Also, after he swallowed the ancient god's inner elixir, he entered the fantasy world of blood mist. The strange process of human body modification was very similar to the genetic modification carried out by the mad scientists in the previous life.

As for those black fallen titans, although I have never seen them alive. But the height, size, and arm length of each corpse are exactly the same.

Human beings born normally cannot be exactly as if they were molded into the same mold. These fallen titans have the potential to become weapons.

Finally, there is the jump door used to get out of the sea.

I am afraid that my current brand-new body still hides many unknown secrets in it.

"Leave the black steel picked up from the bottom of the sea here, and leave three brothers waiting here at the entrance of the cave! The things in this cave are more valuable than all our loot!"

"I am especially optimistic about this bloody statue."

"With this thing, we can use the [Seal of Blood Sacrifice] to return to the Sunken City at any time. There are still many places in that city that have not been explored, and many resources have not been discovered!"

Sartre, the captain of the defense, singled out three warriors from the array, and the other seven gathered around Loki.

"I just saw a city not far away and a building with a wooden cross!"

"That's the Holy Cathedral!"

"Seeing the Holy Cathedral, we are now almost certain that we are standing on the rich English Isles!"

The surrounding Viking warriors all high-fived each other. As the first Vikings to set foot on this land, they felt a bit proud out of thin air.

"It's a pity that we don't have many people this time. With seven people entering the city, our goal must be clear. We will directly rob the most valuable parts."

After speaking, Loki led the Viking warriors around him out of the cave. In ****, lightning struck from the dark clouds and temporarily illuminated the distant town. He pointed to the tall spire.

“Look, that’s the church!”

"There are only 7 of us! So we must try to avoid fighting this time, especially avoid bringing in ordinary people! No one is allowed to draw a sword and assassinate innocent people without my order. Do you understand!"

Loki emphasized this point three times in the heavy rain.

The city not far away is not so much a "city" as it is actually similar to the smallest village in the Red Kingdom in the previous life. However, no matter how small a Chiguo village is, there must be at least two thousand people living in it.

He only has 7 people under his command. Not to mention 2,000 living people, even 2,000 pigs fighting 8 of our own people, they may not be able to defeat them even if they wield their weapons until they are exhausted.

If they fall into the vast sea of ​​​​people, I am afraid that their eight lives will evaporate faster than water droplets under the scorching sun. Based on this consideration, Loki laid out a detailed plan to move forward.

"Remember, use the ropes in your hands flexibly! If you must fight, try to approach the enemy silently from behind and finish them off within two attacks!"

"Heavy rain can cover up some of the cries, but once it gets into a tug-of-war, the screams will definitely wake up a large number of sleeping people!"

"It's important to remember that we don't have a ship now! We only need to get enough benefits from plundering the church. The ultimate goal of the operation is to find a ship that can satisfy the ocean voyage after grabbing the gold!"

Winter is coming, and there are still more than 160 people to feed in our village! "

"do you understand?"

I saw my subordinates nodding. Loki picked up the blood-red axe, and the Viking warriors behind him also picked up the giant black daggers pulled from the fallen titan. A group of people headed towards the city not far away amidst the rolling thunder.

This is the first time that everyone in Hanshui Village has set foot on England's soil.

Although the icy rain kept hitting them, everyone felt excited.

Because God Odin is raising his hammer above the clouds, watching them silently!

**

Bang bang bang!

Jerome, regardless of the downpour that soaked his whole body, was patting the patriarch's bedroom vigorously. After patting for more than ten minutes, he heard a shuffling sound.

When the carved wooden door opened, the nearly 200-pound body of Francis Dijon, the dean of Lindisfar Abbey, squeezed out from behind the door. At this time, his face was red and he was even chewing food in his mouth.

"Master Immortal, have you been drinking?"

The imam, who had just eaten roast meat and drank a lot of beer in the middle of the night, was already feeling angry at Jerome's knocking on the door in the middle of the night. Fortunately, today I didn't call the gypsy girl from the nearby town to have a cordial and friendly interaction.

If there were still people in my house today, wouldn't this stupid kid's banging on the door reveal everything?

"My dear Mr. Jerome, don't you look at what time it is. Is there anything we can't discuss tomorrow?"

"Your Majesty Bishop, I saw signs of the destruction of the world!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" The excessive intake of alcohol severely paralyzed Francis's brain. He tried to close the door without hesitation, but was blocked by Jerome.

"I saw Judgment Day!"

"The Holy Lord Christ once said that when the Day of Judgment comes, dark clouds will cover the sky and the sun will become a lightless void."

"The moon will not appear, and the stars will fall from the starry sky!"

"Oh my God, you are enough!" Father Francis had not heard these blasphemous words in decades.

He knew what kind of person Jerome was.

He is not greedy for drink, not flirting with women, and is as upright as the saint described in the book.

But so what?

In the eyes of most monks in the monastery. Jerome is an out-and-out loser! As a direct disciple of the saint "Euseubi", he can be said to be a bad start in the Pope!

The results of it?

A good hand is played badly! After more than twenty years of living without success, he ended up living in a remote and remote place like Lindisfa.

In his thirties, he had no wife and no property. Instead, like those apprentices who had just entered the monastery, they copied books all day long for a living.

"Sooner or later, such people will go crazy one day!" Francis said to the believers around him on the day Jerome walked into Lindisfar Abbey.

But today, this kid is really crazy.

"I saw a god wielding a hammer standing behind the clouds! When his hammer fell, thunder and lightning sprang from it! And I also saw a giant beast emerging from under the sea!"

"He opens his bloody mouth and is approaching us."

"Enough!" Francis shouted angrily with a look of disdain on his face.

"Brother Jerome! What you practice is the path of 'justice' rather than 'faith'! The power granted to you by the path of justice does not include calling on gods and prophecies at all!"

"If today's words were said by the 'Saint' Usiubi, I would still be able to believe it. But you kid, do you have the qualifications to play divination for me here?"

Having said this, Francis had completely lost all patience. He raised his thick short legs and kicked Jerome away from the door, and then closed the door with various "bangs".

Damn it, I wasted my good time sleeping during the thunderstorm. Francis muttered this over and over again and got into the warm bed.

Sleeping on a rainy day is the most comfortable, and it didn't take long for him to fall into a deep dream.