You and me under the world tree

Unknowingly, the resentment and mockery were revealed in his tone.

As for such emotions, the man's eyes seemed to dodge a little.

He didn't seem to care about the kind of teasing he was supposed to be doing.

At this moment, the eyes of this unknown soldier who can confront the Son of God seem to have a wandering intention.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Humph."

In this regard, the king of Hungary sneered.

"You don't know? Stop kidding."

His hands snapped violently.

'boom'

The radiance of divine wrath surged directly from the blade.

'Zizzi'

However, it disappeared before its brilliance completely dissipated and retreated from the enemy.

Without warning, it was like a fire that suddenly went out.

The light ignited by the God Blade dimmed instantly.

"So, what else do you have to say?"

Just when Etzel said that, the soldier couldn't help but frowned.

He wanted to break free, but found that his 'brother' was holding him tightly.

He couldn't break free from that power no matter what.

Because that's the limit of this body.

"You should also be able to feel the resonance surging in the depths of your soul. We all have the blood of the Asa gods flowing in our bodies."

Asa Protoss...

This is a fighting family that everyone can call themselves the god of war, but in the final analysis it is because they have unusual blood.

Beginning with Buli, the ancestor of the Aesir, they were able to draw strength from their emotions.

Anything approaching extreme emotions can make them exert extraordinary power.

However, because of this bloodline, their emotions can be easily mobilized.

For example, Thor, the God of Thunder, is an impulsive and irritable character, and 'temper' has almost become synonymous with him.

In fact, the same goes for other gods.

For example, Vidal, the god of the forest known as the 'Silent One', would also be angry sometimes.

It is said that when the silent god was furious, the flowers, plants and trees in the entire God Realm trembled.

And in the human world, as the heir of Odin, Etzel, the great king of Hungary, naturally has the blood of Asa flowing in his body.

This bloodline can help him control the power of 'God's Wrath', but at the same time, he himself is under the emotional pressure brought by this bloodline.

"We all need to learn to control our emotions, and our compatriots born on this earth are notoriously difficult to control."

Just like this confronting the warrior who didn't show any extra emotion from the beginning to the end, Etzel whispered.

"We all need to learn to control our emotions, but you are different after all. It is said that the Son of Light loves everything and doesn't know what anger is. Now it seems that his reputation is well-deserved."

To put it bluntly, as a direct descendant of the Asa Protoss and Etzel's own brother, but there is no trace of hostility in his body, it is unreasonable.

In fact, there is only one person who meets this point.

"I've actually heard a lot about you, but I just don't know whether you really love everything, or you don't understand anything."

Suddenly, Etzel's eyes changed.

The bloodthirsty scarlet appeared in the playful eyes.

Suddenly, the soldier was thrown out by him raising his hand.

This sudden burst of power made him a little dazed.

But he wasn't hurt after all.

According to the martial arts he had learned, the warrior began to adjust his posture in the middle.

But soon, his sober mind realized something.

It seemed too late, in which case he would have hit the wall.

"I'm curious, whether the legendary Son of Light who is invulnerable to fire and water will be harmed after changing his body."

The sound echoed in my ears.

However, this is the use of magic.

It is the direct mockery of the king of Hunlan to his god brother.

But the current fighters don't care about these anymore. The important thing is that he will really hit him!

But before he could make another move, he realized that he had bumped into something.

'boom'

It seems to be human!

'Zi la la'

Accompanied by a series of ear-piercing sounds, the soldier couldn't help but raise his head.

The next thing he saw was a black trail of sparks flying.

"Phew, Forsyte, are you all right?"

Just when he was in a daze, such words came from his ears.

"Well, I'm fine."

He replied.

Unknowingly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Thank you."

"Hmph, don't talk about what you have and what you don't have on the battlefield."

After feeling his shoulder being patted, Forsyte couldn't help but be taken aback.

Then, he saw the comrade who caught him hand him a weapon.

It is an ordinary sword.

But he held it in his hand.

"Let's go together."

"No!"

When his comrades said that, Forsyte quickly shook his head.

"You are needed elsewhere, Ilmin."

He glanced at his comrade.

"The King of Hunlan is by no means the kind of opponent who needs to be defeated now. Don't forget our purpose now."

What is their purpose now?

It goes without saying that it is naturally to support the soldiers of the Frontier Legion and completely recapture the valley.

And in this case...

Ilmin could not help but survey the entire battlefield.

The situation above the city wall cannot be said to be an advantage, because the fanatical Hungarian warriors have no intention of declining at all.

Moreover, Ilmin also had to admit that these nomadic warriors living on the brutal eastern plains seemed to be stronger than the Gothic warriors in terms of momentum and combat effectiveness.

What's more, it has reached this point, and there is no intention of surrendering.

Perhaps extermination is the only way.

"Don't push yourself too hard."

After weighing it, Irmin said.

"You said it yourself, he is not important."

After speaking, Irmin jumped directly under the seemingly thick city wall.

He took out a dagger with both hands and slid roughly all the way, and finally turned over into the city wall to fight the enemies who had invaded the defense line.

After seeing Ilmin leave, Forsyte turned his attention to the King of Hunland in the distance.

He has taken back the seemingly ineffective God's Blade and replaced it with an ordinary blade.

The seemingly never-ending flames of the dragon's breath made the environment a bit hot, but now, these were not important.

What really made Etzel feel angry was actually the expression on the face of the man now called Forsyte.

The ease and joy of the corners of the mouth raised made him feel uncomfortable.

"So, why are you here!"

In an instant, the blades collided.

This time, however, there is no weapon advantage.

"Are you using this as a playground?"

"No, I don't have that idea."

In contrast to Etzel's anger, Forsyte showed no resentment.

"I just want to see it with my own eyes, the so-called human beings..."

Chapter 75: I can't do it!

Humanity.

The word has always been imbued with a peculiar, inexplicable mystery to Forsyte.

As for the reason, it is quite complicated.

In the past, his understanding of human beings was actually quite vague.

There have been humans in Asgard, the domain of the gods he lived in since he was a child, and they lived in Valhalla, the hall of glory, as warriors trusted and favored by his father.

Or those servants.

They always have a humble attitude towards the gods.

It seems... no, there are no doubts or possibilities, this is a normal phenomenon in this world.

Humans are created by gods.

Therefore, human beings should also submit to the gods and act as servants of the gods.

Mortal worship reveals this even more.

They have always sought the protection of the gods, and that prayer has never ceased.

In short, it was in such an environment that he took these things for granted.

Human beings should bow down to the gods, and the gods seem to get whatever they want from humans.

Rather, it seems to be an honor to some extent.

At least, that's how humans in God's Domain behaved.

If he wants to drink, a servant will bring out the fine wine from his collection.

If he wants to eat, a servant will serve a prepared banquet.

He wants women, and there will be attendants who will take the initiative to climb into his bed.