You and me under the world tree

In this world, there is a certain bloodline born for fighting.

And this race now dominates the entire Nine Realms, and is a veritable suppressor and ruler.

They may have various priesthoods, but as long as such bloodlines flow in their bodies, they will definitely be honored with that title.

Mars.

god of war.

God of battle.

Either way.

Because this bloodline is a born berserker.

This gives them enough strength to wrestle with giants and even gain the upper hand on the battlefield.

And later, I don't know who learned to manifest this power in the form of magic, which gave rise to 'God's Wrath'.

And the power of this anger is unmatched.

It is said that it exudes high temperature, but it is not a flame, and the whole presents a dazzling golden color.

Just like the sun.

But vaguely, it is different from the sun.

And most importantly, there has only been one holy sword with the power of God's Wrath in this world.

Its name is Gram, itself a symbol of wrath.

Now it should be in the hands of Siegfried, the chosen warrior of God's wrath and Lord of Armies of the Netherlands.

And Barnstock, the ancestral tree of children of the Irfin tribe, is the 'sword scabbard' chosen by Odin, the king of the gods.

If nothing else, the sword is still on Barnstock, the Tree of Children, and in the hands of Siegfried the Lord of Armies.

And the second blade that exhibits the power of God's Wrath is Adilin, the Sword of Glory.

Although no one has ever known the true specific source of this sword, the brilliance similar to the Holy Sword of God's Wrath did once shine on this sword of glory.

In the absence of sufficient evidence to prove that the sword is false, it can naturally be considered as real.

But no matter what, that sword is also in the Netherlands, and even in the city of Sky's Wrath created by the Irfin tribe.

It was placed in front of the tomb of the Volsung family openly, held in the hand by the statue of the warrior.

And guarding this sword is not only the patrolling guards and specially dispatched guards of the royal tomb, but also the "warrior's honor" that Siegfried once declared.

Glory to the Dutch warriors.

After Siegfried publicly defined the Sword of Glory, Adilin, at his coronation ceremony, almost all the citizens were very concerned about this sword.

Because it itself has become a symbol of Dutch warriors.

What would happen if the sword of Edilin was stolen?

There is no doubt that this will arouse the anger of the people of the whole kingdom.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was the sweetest bait.

Anyone who takes action against it will incur the same hatred of the Netherlands, and will also incur blows from this kingdom entrenched in the western region.

It is also because of the powerful strength displayed by the Netherlands and the arrogant attitude of directly attacking at the slightest disagreement, even though the Adilin sword has no other protective measures at all.

But still well protected.

As long as the Netherlands remains strong, no one dares to use any tricks.

And that was all Wittig knew.

"God's wrath..."

He stared at the radiance of God's Wrath shining on the long knife, no matter what he did not move his eyes away.

Even if it is dazzling, even if it makes people feel palpitations, it seems to tear people apart.

But Wittig still watched it.

"The only sword of anger in the world is still in the Kingdom of the Netherlands."

As if understanding Wittig's shock and confusion, Etzel spoke.

"You should have seen the appearance of those two swords, right?"

In the final analysis, whether it is the Holy Sword of Wrath, Gulam, or the Sword of Glory, Adilin, they are both 'swords'.

It is a large sword that can be swung with both hands.

But the long knife held in this man's hand is completely different.

Its style is obviously the saber often used by cavalry.

Maybe longer than a normal saber, but the recognizability is still there.

There's no way this thing is a sword.

However, theoretically speaking, no one in the world can create 'God's Wrath'.

That is to say...

"I'm just a little gift from a father who never fulfilled his responsibilities."

When the anger was shining brightly, the Son of God gave the mortal such an answer.

But is this discourse acceptable?

No.

Does not.

At this moment, a strong anger suddenly appeared in Wittig's heart.

In the extremely exhausted situation, he himself didn't know where this emotion came from.

However, it is dissatisfaction.

"Feeling angry? Or upset?"

Wittig was no longer able to hide his feelings.

His expression now almost perfectly expresses his mood.

And these perfectly fell into the eyes of the Hungarian King.

"Feel honored, be happy, you are the first to observe the power of the God's Blade (Aesir) up close."

"Asa..."

He whispered the name of the tribe that ruled the entire Nine Realms, and he saw the burning blade of anger gradually lengthen.

And under the tyrannical but inexplicably holy radiance, what Wittig saw was Etzer's tyrannical eyes.

War, anger, killing.

"Cough cough cough cough."

When coughing up blood, he was directly grabbed by Etzel.

"Remember, Wittig."

Although the warrior was still holding on to the divine sword made by his father, he obviously had no strength.

He could only let the Son of God grab his neck.

"Cough cough."

Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes couldn't help but slacken.

In his blurred vision, he saw the glow of anger flash past, and then something was crushed.

For a moment, time seemed to open up.

"Do not……"

It shouldn't be like this.

Strong emotions surged up, causing him who was about to close his eyes to try to widen his sight.

"Do not……"

He realized it, the crumbling mountain.

It seems that the mountain range that was once regarded as a natural cage and line of defense by the Ameri Longen family has been torn apart!

'boom'

With the collapse of the mountain range, a road was opened up like this.

No, it should be said that it was cut out.

"It's our king!"

And just after the brilliance flashed by, the cavalry who were still running around because of the fire made excited sounds.

"It's King Etzel!"

"Long live Hungary!"

"Hungary is invincible!"

"The king is born noble!"

The surviving Hungarian cavalry praised their ruler in the words they knew.

And those voices echoing in this valley almost make people feel collapsed.

Because the rise of Hungary's momentum can only mean one thing, and that is the decline of the frontier army.

I can't keep it...

Wittig's lips moved.

Realizing this, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make any sound.

But at this moment, on the wall of the first line of defense, there was only the voice of the King of Hungary.

"see it?"

Panting, Etzel spoke.

"Even in the battlefield of the world, only power can play a leading role, followed by identity and status."

identity and status?

what does this mean?

As if there was no need to ask at all.

Because Wittig already felt it.

Water on dull skin.

Face feels watery.

'Boom'

There was thunder in the sky.

It's raining?

'crash la la'

I'm back in my hometown, let's take a rest first, and worship the mountain tomorrow morning

@@@@ It will take a morning, so it will probably be updated tomorrow afternoon.

_(:з」∠)_

According to the custom in my hometown, I am also the eldest grandson of the family.

But the good news is that I don't know many people in my hometown, so there is nothing messy about the theory.

So the update will be fully stable.

This time I plan to stay in my hometown for a few months to change the environment and find inspiration