Chapter 457 Hell Contract, Demon Wolf of the World, Supreme Will (1W3)
Morning frost ridge.
In midsummer, the sea of flowers in front of Jiandong Castle is full of purple thistles, cornflowers and wild roses, which are colorful, causing the little fairy blueberries to fly out of the forest and lie in the deep flowers to linger.
"This weather is so warm, it's suitable for dozing off while smelling the fragrance of flowers..."
The little fairy lazily lay lazily in the center of a sunflower's flower plate, with translucent wings sprinkled with light golden scales and pink. Her raised feet were shaking behind her back. The light glanced at the snowy owl beside her and sighed helplessly.
"I'm talking to you, magic practice requires a combination of work and rest. How can you stay up late every day like you?"
Snowy Owl wore single-sided glasses, and the Floating Technique held up an arcane book obtained from the second elder of the Blue Dragon, and was lowering his head and studying it with all his attention.
Hearing the words of blueberries, a glimmer of light flashed in the snowy owl's eyes, thinking.
Combination of work and rest?
What Teacher Blueberry means...it is probably the relativity between movement and stillness?
That is to say, the key to keeping time still is to make your time flow faster and appear to be still in the eyes of others?
The snowy owl suddenly shook, and an excited light suddenly shot out from her eyes, vibrating her wings, and whistling to the sky:
"Gu!"
I see! So that's the case!
Blueberry looked speechless, holding her chin to stare at the snowy owl that seemed to trigger the "Eureka Moment", feeling complicated.
What did it understand?
"It's over here..." Blueberry imitated Yeats' deep tone and said seriously, "Let's go to bed first!"
The little fairy was sleeping soundly in the sun-facing flower plate, and the three snow dogs were dancing by the sea of flowers.
"Gu?"
How can they disturb Teacher Blueberry’s dormancy?
A blue light flashed in the snowy owl's eyes.
In its vision, everything in the world is still.
At the same time, the three snow dogs looked confused and looked at each other. Although he still had perception, his body could not move. He could only watch the snowy owls lifted them up with the aerial technique and transported them outside the garden.
Bang!
The three snow dogs looked at each other, looked around blankly, shook their heads, and went to have fun on their own.
Above the treetops, a black cat with golden eyes was elegant and beautiful, shaking its tail. When he saw the magic that the snowy owl had just cast, a strange color flashed in his eyes. Then he jumped lightly from the tree and quickly disappeared.
Jiandongbao, study room.
Yeats looked surprised and looked at Mamen who came back to report the news, saying:
"You mean, the Snowy Owl has mastered the [time still]?"
"It's just a prototype, and it has not reached the category of Eight Rings spells, but it can be proved that it has an unparalleled talent in the field of spells." Marmen exclaimed, "In time, when it reaches the Eight Rings... it may be able to take over the position and become the new magic god!"
Yeats is already commonplace for Snow Owl's magical talent.
But Yeats didn't understand. Even the second elder of the Blue Dragon, who is known for his arcane field, failed to help the Snow Owl get inspiration. How did the Snow Owl overcome this problem?
"I just saw that the little goblin called 'blueberry' is staying with your demon pet... The Snowy Owl seems to treat it as a teacher?" Mamen asked with some novelty.
There is no reason not to be surprised if a monster that is about to become an epic creature takes a little fairy with only one ring of standards as her mentor.
Yeats was a little relieved.
In the end, it was indeed the blueberries that inspired the snowy owl!
If you have to explain it... that is the bond, this is the combination skill of the master and apprentice!
Thumb--
Outside the study, there was a burst of rapid footsteps, as if the situation was very urgent.
Yeats glanced at the black cat on the desk.
Mamen immediately understood and turned into a golden light, falling into Yeats' ring.
Dongdong!
The knock on the door sounded, and then the hoarse voice of Fokas sounded.
"Young Master."
"Come in." Yeats nodded, "Tell me directly, Ferkas."
Ferkas pushed the door and bowed, and got to the point:
"Young Master, disaster has occurred in the Kingdom of Roland."
"The unprecedented locust plague swept across Roland..." Furkas said, "our trade with Roland has also suffered huge losses."
Locust plague?
Yeats frowned slightly.
Chapter 9 of "Revelation" mentions the army of locusts led by Abaddon: "Abaddon, the angel living in the bottomless pit, prepared a army of locusts to make the beast-sealed mankind more painful when the final judgment came."
The Kingdom of Roland is close to the bottomless pit. The locust plague is coming, and it is very likely that something is wrong with the bottomless pit.
Yeats first asked Ferkas to retreat and stayed in the study to think about the current countermeasures.
"At present, Grey and I are both at the Sanctuary level, and we have a chance of winning even when we fight against the Lord of the Plague."
Ye Zhi thought to himself, "In the bottomless pit, there is a high probability that Daisy will have a backup plan left by him. Now is the best opportunity to go to the bottomless pit and settle the new and old accounts!"
During the trip to the Moonlight Sect, the plague knights came, and they were later escaped by Him.
But today is different from the past. Yeats is not only the Seven Rings Holy Realm, but also has epic weapons such as the "Dragon Slaying Sword" Balmonk and the "Golden Sword" Ju Wayus that have been recorded in history, which can activate the laws of the sword.
In addition, the power of the demon god exerted by the Nibelungan ring is also a killer weapon in the seventh-ring level battle.
His slender fingers lightly tapped on the desk, Yeats's eyes flashed and he murmured:
"Before leaving, I have to contact Xilude to see what's going on..."
"If Xilude can be promoted to the Holy Realm like Gray, the three of them will go together, which will add a chance of winning."
By chance, shortly after Ferkas reported the message, Yeats received a text message from an acquaintance.
This short message spans thousands of miles away and is sent from the royal family of Roland. The sender is Violet, the leader of the Dragon Eagle Knight.
She claimed to represent the will of His Majesty King Roland, and asked Yeats to go to the bottomless pit to investigate the cause of the locust plague. After the matter was completed, the Roland royal family was willing to present the "Bright Slate" with both hands.
It is said that the prophecy of the God of Light is recorded, and there are three pieces in total.
One of them is in the hands of the Horus royal family in the Southern Continent, and is under the control of the God of Anubis, Nefftis.
Yeats didn't expect that this second stone slab would be hidden in the Roland royal family.
Soon, Yeats figured out the reason - the Horus royal family has believed in the sun since ancient times, and the God of Fierce Sun was once the subordinate god of the God of Light. After the God of Light fell, he inherited part of the authority of light.
It is reasonable to have the light stone slab under the control of the god of the Fiery Sun.
Afterwards, these stone slabs fell into the inheritors of the God of Fierce Sun... These included the Horus royal family and Louis, who called himself the "Sun King".
The inheritance of the God of Light is the key to Yeats' promotion to the realm of the Eight-Ring True God, and there is no reason not to take it personally.
Yeats immediately replied, saying that he would arrive in Roland in the future and would work with King Roland to solve the locust plague.
However, Yeats was still a little confused and asked Mamen, who was the demon god of hell.
"Mamen, is Abaton an angel or a demon?"
Revelation describes it as a messenger in charge of the bottomless pit, but His authority is so vicious, it is related to nightmares, locust plagues, darkness, and epidemics, and will bring human suffering that life is worse than death.
In fact, there are still many different opinions about Abaton's image. One group of priests believed that He was Satan, and another group believed that He made an indelible contribution to the blockade of hell.
Judging from Yeats' current information, both in heaven and hell, they wanted to break Abaton up, as if neither side liked Him.
Mammen sneered: "It's just a useless piece abandoned by the Nine Realms."
"In the past, Abaton was indeed an angel, but because he was close to the abyss for too long, he himself became a part of the abyss." Mamon said slowly, "and now, He has lost his former faith and has become a symbol of self-confidence."
"He no longer needs to guard the gates of hell in heaven. Hell must also kill Him in order to open the passage to the material plane. In this war, Abaton is destined to be a sacrifice."
Mamen paused for a moment and said, "The heavens will not save Him...it will only consume its last trace of value. For example, using the locust plague ceremony to untie the seal of the Knight of the Dark Horse and let the knight symbolize [Famine] in the Book of Revelation come."
Yeats was stunned for a moment: "Abaddon, who is in charge of the locust plague...is the sacrifice of the [Famine] Knight?"
"It's just a guess." Mamen said quietly, "The arrival of the Apocalypse Knight always needs a price, just like the plague knight you have encountered before... Only by using the plague to kill enough humans can you satisfy the price of induced His power."
"It's not treated humans as humans." Yeats said.
"In the doctrine, pagans are going to hell." Mammen smiled, "You are humans who have been stamped with the 'beast seal'. What are the beast seals? For example, wolves, eagles, dragons, these beings that are not recognized by the heavens..."
"In short, eliminating the Apocalypse Knights can weaken the influence of the Apocalypse Day and allow more humans to survive the end of the world." Mamen's golden eyes shone with a deep light, "Become a savior... Isn't this what you hope for, Yeats?"
"I don't have such lofty ideals, I just want to survive the end of the world with my beloved. For this reason, I am willing to go to war with the eternal great creature."
Yeats said, "But, I don't understand."
"Don't understand what?"
"You are obviously a demon god, why should you stand on my side?" Yeats asked.
Mamen smiled and said, "Because humans are the most greedy species and are the cutest existence in my eyes. Of course I want to help humans!"
As the God of Greed, human beings can provide Mammon with a lot of faith power, and He is naturally willing to fight for human beings.
"What about the other demon gods?" Yeats said, "Once the gate of hell is opened, how can we ensure that other demon gods and their relatives will not kill at will?"
Mamen restrained his smile and said seriously: "Yeats, hell is not the disorderly and violent world you imagine... On the contrary, hell is as hierarchical as human society, with strict laws, righteous people and evil people, and even corresponding law enforcement officers."
Ye Zhi was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but think of the judge in the underworld in the Eastern mythology.
"Under law enforcement and supervision, invasion of the human world cannot bring enough benefits to hell. On the contrary, once human civilization is destroyed by the day of apocalypse, it will also be a heavy blow to hell - hell is one of the destinations of human souls."
Mamendao: "We know the evil thoughts in the human soul. This evil thought has forged hell, but human beings should not be destroyed because of this evil thought... We and human beings are damaged together, can you understand?"
"This is your one-sided statement," Yeats said.
Mamen smiled and said, "At least before the end of the world, we are allies. How will the new world become after the end of the end of the end... It depends on what kind of world you can create, Yeats."
Yeats thought for a moment and said, "After this operation, I will meet with the Lord of Hell in person and sign a contract."
"The Contract of "The Human World and Hell"?" Mamen blinked.
"Although it may also be a piece of empty book, it is better than nothing." Yeats said calmly, "You are right, at least for the time being, we are allies."
Mamen's golden eyes shone brightly, and he transformed himself and returned to his human body.
This is a dark-haired beauty with white skin, lazy and elegant skin, wearing gorgeous gold jewelry all over her body, shining with a radiant temperament, and a hint of charm.
She folded her legs and sat on Yeats' desk. She stared at Yeats with amber-like eyes, exhaling like orchids, and chuckled:
"I am a person who abides by the contract very much. Yeats, since I am your devil, I will not betray you, so you can rest assured..."
The figure that appeared in front of you was the true body of the god of greed, Mamen, with a beautiful face and transcendent to the world.
Yeats said, "I only have one order now."
"Let me tell me?" Mamen raised his chin and smiled.
Yeats said, "Change me back!"
Mamen: “…”
A flash of white light flashed, and a black cat lay lazily on Yeats' desk, yawned, and said lazily:
"So, where is our next stop? Time doesn't wait for anyone, let's set off!"
"I want to go to the North first and meet Xilude."
Yeats thought to himself.
According to the direction in the original plot, Xilude's promotion to the Holy Realm should be during this period...
North border.
Iceland.
The cold wind is cold, the sky is low, and the gray-blue ice fog swept every inch of the visible area.
In the snow that was deep, a giant wolf was wade through, carrying Brenheld and Xilude on the back, slowly approaching a lake covered with ice.
"Why should I bring me here?" Xilude let out a mouthful of white mist.
"To get you promoted." Brenheld turned his head and said, "Do you know that there is an existence called the Wolf School in the Demon Hunter School?"
"Of course." Xilude nodded, and he had also practiced in the Wolf School Academy for a while.
"The Wolf School uses the demon wolf Fenriu as the totem, and the existence of the same level as the Black Dragon King Niedhog still exists." Brenheld said.
Xilude said in surprise: "What did you say? Fenriu is not dead yet?"
"The legendary monster that is as powerful as a god is not so easy to die."
Brenheld looked at the gray sky: "The giant beasts that fought at the beginning of creation, the giant snakes surrounding the atrium, the black dragons falling into the valley of dead bodies... These ancient existences have never disappeared."
Bang—
Brenheld gently stepped on the ice with his combat boots.
"And the demon wolf that devours the gods...He was frozen under the ice lake of this island."
Xilude couldn't speak, and a sense of oppression from history and myth came to his face.
"You see."
Brenheld leaned over and gently pushed away the snow on the ice, his eyes moving slightly.
"Stand in this position, you can see its eyes..."
Silud was uneasy and slowly approached, lowered his head as Brenheld indicated, and couldn't help but hiss.
Under the ice lake, there was an unimaginable giant beast. Its eyes alone were as big as an entire ice lake. Xilude lowered his head and saw only a clear yellow eyeball, with wolf eyes standing upside down, frozen under the thick ice layer.
"This entire island is the cage of the frozen demon wolf Fenriu."
Brenheld said: "Mankind calls me the king of Iceland... In fact, I am nothing more than the warden who guards Fenriu."
Fenriu, the giant wolf in mythology, said that when He opened his mouth, his upper and lower jaws could hold the heaven and earth.
The god once bound Fenriu with iron chains, but Fenriu broke free from the ropes one after another. Finally, he used a magic chain called Grepnier, and sacrificed a hand of the war god Tyr to capture Fenriu.
At dusk, Fenriu killed the god king Odin and became the monster that killed the main god, and his great power was even above the black dragon king Niedhog.
Legend has it that Fenriu has died at the dusk of Ragnarok. Xilud did not expect it to be still alive and was sealed in Iceland, the island at the end of the world.
Xilude took a deep breath, calmed down his shaking mind, and asked in a low voice:
"So, what should I do?"
Brenheld said: "Fenriu once devoured the God King, so his will contains the law of killing, which can work even for gods who are invulnerable to swords and guns."
"I ask you to live next to this lake and practice swordsmanship every day under the influence of Fenriu's will."
Brenheld pointed to an igloo with snow and tiles beside the ice lake and said:
"Suppose you can withstand Fenriu's will and not fall into madness, then you will be enough to enter the realm of the Holy Land!"
"How long will it take?" Xilude asked.
"It can be as short as three days, and it can be as long as three years. Everything depends on your own understanding." Brenheld said calmly.
"Three years, I can't wait for so long." Xilude's pupils flashed, "I have someone who must go back to meet as soon as possible."
Brenheld stared at Hiroud, as if he was examining how firm her determination was. After a moment, he suddenly smiled.
"Yeats is really a lucky guy. Even I envy him a little. There are more than one person who is waiting for him and willing to protect him...."
"Anyway, you can start practicing now, just follow the method I taught you." The Valkyrie lit up the flaming sword in her hand, "When will your sword technique surpass me, and when will you be able to get out of the army."
After saying that, Brenheld turned around and left the ice lake, leaving Xilude alone in the igloo by the lake, staring at the ice layer.
In fact, Brenheld did not leave too far, but came to the peak that Xilude could not notice and watched silently.
The cold wind blew past Brenheld's long silver-white hair, and a warm light flashed in her eyes on her cold face as cold as ice.
"Let me see where you can stick to it, Xilude..."
Next to the igloo.
Xilude took a deep breath and clasped the rough-shaped big sword.
Whoosh-
The wind and snow are everywhere in the sky, and the sword is rolling endless ice flowers, with a sharp breath as sharp as a knife.
Before we knew it, two hours passed quietly.
Xilude felt the pressure on his shoulders increasing, and every time he swung his sword, it seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds.
In this extremely harsh environment, you not only have to withstand the low temperature of tens of degrees below zero, but also have to endure the influence of the will of the demon wolf. Xilude only felt countless voices in his ears, telling the negative thoughts of killing and madness, interfering with her sword swing.
And just as the nerves were tensing, as if the hemp rope was twisting tightly, a message suddenly sounded in Xilude's mind.
"I'm here to see you, Xilude."
Xilude almost failed to hold the hilt of the sword. He tightened his hands holding the sword and sent a message to Brenheld:
"I'll be here today...I'm going to meet Yeats..."
Brenheld's eyes moved slightly, and he pursed his lips and said:
"I'll be with you!"
Next to the ice lake, warm orange lights lit up in the narrow igloo.
The smoke from cooking stoves rose through the ice-cast chimneys to the ash snowy night, adding a touch of warmth to this lifeless Iceland.
Ice Lake.
Under the thick ice layer, the huge wolf's eyes turned slightly, staring at a wisp of white smoke rising in the snowy night, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes
In the center of the island at the end of the world, Yeats, Hilude and Brenheld were crowded by the small table in the igloo.
"It's hard to train, I specially prepared dinner."
Yeats served a pot of steaming braised pork, placed it in the middle of the table, and smiled and said:
"The bibimbap tastes even more fragrant."
Outside the house, the wind and snow were howling, and the three of them sat around the fire, looking at the thick and steaming pot of soup together.
"What's the name of this dish?" Brenheld swallowed.
"Braised pork." Yeats said, "It was when I came that I caught a snow pig on the way and cooked it with its meat."
In order to see Xilude, Yeats used the Nibelungan ring to teleport to the north and prepared the ingredients along the way.
The snow pig has no mutton smell and tastes delicious, but the meat is still not as good as the holy beasts of the Moonlight Sect.
Yeats added: "If you use moon pig's meat to cook braised pork, the taste will be even more fragrant, but it's a pity...ah..."
Looking at Yeats who was shaking his head, he complained, "You still can't forget the moon pig!"
The braised pork in the pot exudes a strong aroma, the meat is crispy and soft, the silver-haired Valkyrie rolls her throat, and gently scoops up a piece with a spoon. The trembling pieces of flesh were as crystal clear as jade. Brenheld carefully handed to his red lips, and took a light bite, and a stunning look flashed in his eyes.
In this icy and snowy place, this is absolutely unimaginable delicacy!
Outside the house, the wind and snow were still whistling, covering all the sounds. In the silence, only the sound of fire and tableware was savored silently by the three of them.
Xilude spoke first and broke the silence: "You can come to see me... Yeats... I'm very happy..."
"What are you saying? I'm going to be a serious crime if I don't come." Yeats laughed and scooped a spoonful of braised pork for Xilude.
Xilude has a high attack and low defense. Just the action of picking up food makes the cold and red-haired beauty flush on her cheeks, and she silently lowered her head to eliminate the food.
The silver-haired Valkyrie sat in the center of the two, looking left and right, and couldn't help but sigh.
There are two meals a day to eat... It's so delicious!
After dinner, Yeats asked Hirud about the current progress, and Hirud threw a look at Brenheld.
Brenheld pondered for a moment, but still passed on all the news about Fenriu to Yeats.
Yeats couldn't hide his surprise when he learned that Fenriu was still alive and was frozen under the island.
This wolf is able to kill the God King alone, and it is one of the most powerful divine beasts in the myths of various countries.
The position of the Demon Wolf Fenriu is not known yet.
In case He recovers one day, he must pay close attention to it!
"How long are you going to stay in Iceland, Yeats?" Brenheld asked.
Brenheld hopes Yeats stay in Iceland for a while. First of all, with Yeats by his side, Xilude's mental state was significantly more stable and his training efficiency improved by leaps and bounds. Secondly, Yeats is responsible for the food, so he can also benefit from it.
Yeats thought for a while and said, "At most one week... In one week, I have to go to the Kingdom of Roland."
"Is there something going on in the Kingdom of Roland?" Xilude said caringly.
Yeats had no intention of hiding it, so he truthfully told the locust plague.
Xilude thought to himself... Yeats needs my help, and only by achieving the Holy Land can one gain a certain right to speak in this battle...
Silently determined, Xilude set a deadline for himself, looked at Yeats, and said seriously:
"A week later, I will set off with you!"
"One week? Can it work?" Yeats was mixed, worried about Xilude's body, and looked at Brenheld.
"The will of the demon wolf Fenriu is both pressure and motivation. As long as you can withstand this will, you will be more than enough to break through within a week." Brenheld said.
So, Grey's bloodline is related to the Black Dragon King Niedhog, and does Xilude's promotion depend on the opportunity of the demon wolf Fenrieu...
These two divine beasts are both existences that cannot be ignored in myths. Yeats felt a sense of guidance from fate and could not help but guess.
"Teacher...will her fate...be related to the snake of the Atrium, Yemenggard?"
Yeats shook his head again, feeling a little greedy... He has not yet officially confirmed his relationship with the teacher.
That being said. Only children make choices, adults want them all!
Night falls.
Brenheld left the igloo, leaving Yeats with Hilude alone.
On the quiet cold night, the two embraced each other, sharing their warmth. When Yeats' fingers gently touched the snow-white neck, his fingertips touched a tiny tremor.
Xilude's pupils were still as bright as rubies even in the dark, reflecting Yeats' figure, and he whispered: "Yeats... listen carefully..."
"What?"
"It seems...there is a wolf's scream..."
Yeats was slightly stunned, closed his eyes and listened with his ears.
Suddenly, in the darkness, Yeats looked at each other with a pair of bright yellow wolf eyes, and was shocked and sweated!
When he opened his eyes again, Yeats stood on a cliff towering into the clouds, and a thick fog appeared in front of him!
"Where did you do it for me all of a sudden?"
Yeats was surprised and said, "Is this still an atrium?"
In the thick fog, the low sound of ancient giant beasts came.
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"This is...my realm...is the border between dreams and the end of the world..."
The vision was blurred, the air was filled with cold air, and a pair of wolf eyes flashing with yellow light, cold and deep. Immediately, an extremely huge black giant wolf appeared from the thick fog, with steady steps and majestic scrutiny of Yeats.
Its hair was as dark as the night, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression, and the breath of killing and despair spread out from its majestic body, making Yeats unable to help but take a step back.
Demon Wolf Fenrie!
An ancient and mysterious existence in mythology stands right in front of Yeats!
This should be the Dream Plane... Yeats thought... The situation is not right, you can run away with the Nibelungan ring!
"How did I... come here?" Yeats tried to communicate with Fenriu.
"I allowed you to meet me." The Demon Wolf Fenrie said proudly.
"Then... do you have any advice?" Yeats said carefully.
"I want to ask you a question." The demon wolf Fenrie's eyes were shining with a bitter light.
Yeats swallowed and said, "May I ask!"
"Humans, what is the food you ate tonight called?"
The demon wolf Fenrie grinded his fangs, and a green light shone out from his majestic wolf's eyes:
"It looks... very fragrant!"
Yeats was stunned for a long time: "Ah?"
"Do you still want to hide it?" said Fenriu, the Demon Wolf, fiercely, "I smell it all! You taste the delicious food in that igloo, but you refuse to pay a tribute to me. You are simply stingy!"
Yeats was silent for a moment and said, "Can you ask... braised pork?"
"What is braised pork?" Fenriu, the Demon Wolf, asked back.
Even in the realm of Fenriu, the Nibelonan Ring can still work.
"I'll make one for you on the spot." Yeats called out Arinier's cauldron and muttered, "Although this is the boundary of dreams, Arinier can cook in his dream..."
In ancient times, there was murder in dreams, but now there was cooking in dreams!
The demon wolf Fenrie suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the big pot beside Yeats, with a hint of astonishment in his tone:
"Is this pot... Eriniel? You stole it from the Valhalla?"
"I got it openly through Ende's inheritance!" Yeats corrected.
It turns out that we have the inheritance of the God Chef. No wonder the fragrance alone can arouse my greed... The Demon Wolf Fenrie swallowed his saliva and said:
"Then you cook it quickly! Just the dish you cooked just now, it's exactly the same. Make me a taste of it!"
"It's a pity that only has the meat of snow pigs and no moon pigs, otherwise the taste would be better..."
Yeats was worried and followed the same process and started cooking.
Not long.
Put the braised pork on the plate and put it out of the pot, pouring it with thick soup in the pot, and the rich fragrance rises with the heat.
The demon wolf Fenrie was breathing tightly. He watched Yeats put the pot of braised pork in front of him, and looked at Yeats with uncertainty: "Can I... eat it?"
You are so polite!
Yeats said silently: "Of course, please taste it!"
The demon wolf Fenrie's eyes lit up, and his ears stood up, and he buried his head in a basin and swallowed it voraciously.
"It's this taste!"
The demon wolf Fenrie's eyes burst into tears, wishing he could roar to the sky, and sighed repeatedly:
"I was tied outside the Heroic Hall by iron chains back then. The fragrance I smelled every day was this smell!"
After saying that, the demon wolf Fenrie stretched out his long tongue, licked the soup at the corner of his mouth, buried it in the braised pork, and said vaguely:
"Human...you are very good. You have the courage to face me and extraordinary skills..."
"Everything has a price. The old man paid an eye to drink the fountain of wisdom. In order to use the original rune, he tied himself to the tree for seven days and seven nights."
The demon wolf Fenriu looked down on Yeats, and his will to rule was revealed again, and he said proudly:
"Since I have obtained food from you, what do you want from me can be said boldly, and I will try my best to be content with you!"
The "old man" mentioned by the demon wolf Fenriu should refer to Odin who was defeated in the god battle and even the name of the god has disappeared.
Nordic mythology not only contains the "destiny theory", but also the simple concept of equivalent exchange. Tyre gave an arm to bind the demon wolf Fenriu, which is also a portrayal of the concept of "exchange".
The demon wolf Fenriu took the initiative to offer Yeats benefits. Although Yeats was surprised, he felt relieved when he thought that the concept of "equivalent exchange" was deeply rooted in the heart of the old god.
"Silud is just in need of the will of the demon wolf Fenriu to be promoted..."
Yeats's heart moved: "It's just right to take this opportunity to help Hiroud practice!"
"I have a companion who is currently at the bottleneck of the Sanctuary," Yeats said. "I hope you can help her advance to the Sanctuary. In return, I will stay in Iceland for another week and cook delicious food for you every day."
"Is it the guy who practices swordsmanship by the lake?"
The Demon Wolf Fenrie snorted coldly: "I don't like the guy wearing the eagle helmet, it reminds me of that old man... But for your face, I will help her."
"Can you reveal the specific help?" Yeats couldn't help it.
He was worried that the demon wolf Fenriu's methods were too extreme, but instead did a good job of doing bad things and threatened Silude.
"It's really troublesome." The Demon Wolf Fenrieu snorted coldly, trying to stay patient, and said, "I will compress my will to the limit she can bear, and improve it a little bit, so that she can help her break through at the minimum cost... What do you think?"
Yeats breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "thank you, senior!"
"Don't worry, I'll ask you...you can stay for at most a month? Don't stay for a longer period of time?" Fenriu, the Demon Wolf, said unwillingly.
Fenriu had long seen that the ring on the human hand in front of him was the famous Nibelon root ring.
Although I don’t know why such a main artifact fell into the hands of a mere mortal, Fenriu understood that if the other party wanted to leave, he could not stop him. What’s more, his original body has not yet awakened, and he can only rely on his soul to communicate with the other party, and his strength has also been greatly affected.
Yeats said, "Senior, I still have important things outside, so I really can't stay for a long time."
Fenriu sighed and shook his head regretfully, "It's just one week... It's better than that."
Yeats' heart moved and invited, "Maybe, senior, you can move into my field and walk with me in your soul form?"
At this time.
In my mind, the terrifying cry of drilling teeth suddenly sounded.
"Yeats! Are you crazy? How unhappy is to let the Demon Wolf walk with you?"
This famous monster, but even Odin can kill it alone. Yeats is so unthinkable that he wants such a fixed bomb to follow him?
A trace of intent flashed in Fenrie's eyes.
Although its body is sealed, its soul still has the ability to move, but it cannot leave Iceland too far.
If there is another holy realm that allows himself to enter the other party's soul realm, then the soul can be kept away from the cage in this way.
However, there are too many mysteries in front of us. A mere mortal can have the ring of Nibelung and Ariniel at the same time, and even Fenriu cannot see through his origin.
At least, in Fenriu's impression, only those who are qualified to use so many artifacts... are so beautiful that other gods are willing to lend their artifacts to His God of Light.
"Human, I appreciate your kindness."
Fenrie said in a low voice: "But I also have my own mission, and it is not convenient to walk with you."
"It is a rare reward for me to offer me some delicious meals during these boring years of imprisonment."
The demon wolf Fenriu raised his proud head.
"Go back, I will fulfill my promise and help that human being promote!"
Buzz —
Yeats' vision began to blur.
Feeling a cold touch on his face, Yeats opened his eyes and saw Xilude looking at him anxiously.
"Yeats, your soul was suddenly pulled into a certain realm... Brenheld said it was the soul of the demon wolf communicating with you - what exactly happened?"
Yeats held Xilude's hand, calmed her down first, and immediately described her experience in her dream.
Yeats smiled and said, "I have completed the exchange with the demon wolf Fenriu, and used my food gift to exchange His help - with His personal help, you will be able to be promoted successfully within a week!"
Xilude was stunned for a moment, his eyes slightly red: "Such a dangerous thing...you..."
"It's not dangerous." Yeats smiled. "Fenriu is still very satisfied with the braised pork I made!"
Brenheld was shocked when he learned about this.
With a meal of food, I got the devil wolf Fenriu, who could not even be able to handle even the God King?
Yeats, what did you add to the meal?
Thanks to the agreement reached by Yeats and Fenriu, the violent demon wolf will on the ice lake becomes controllable, and Silude's strength is increasing day by day.
Yeats built an altar next to the ice lake, and placed the offerings on the altar every day. Soon, a cold wind would come, sweeping away the offerings.
Five days passed in a flash.
On this day, Xilude successfully opened the holy realm.
Yeats and Xilude spent their last night in the northern border in the igloo next to the ice lake, and said goodbye to Brenheld on the next day at dawn.
"The bottomless pit is extremely dangerous. Although you are a sacred realm, you should be more cautious in your actions." Brenheld reminded.
As the guardian of the North, Brenheld has his own mission, and it is inconvenient to travel thousands of miles to Roland with Yeats, so Yeats can understand it.
"I understand." Yeats smiled, "Before leaving, I want to say goodbye to Senior Fenriu."
The infamous demon wolf became Yeats's senior... Brenheld shook his head and said, "Go, be careful."
In the realm, Yeats met the Demon Wolf again.
After several days of getting along, the Demon Wolf has some understanding of Yeats' origin and said calmly:
"It is an amazing feat to end the end of the world...but you must be careful of a god."
"What?"
"Odin." Fenrieu, the demon wolf, gritted his teeth, "That was an old man full of hypocrisy and lies. He deceived me and tied me into chains... I am not sure how many conspiracies there are in His death, but you remember to keep a distance from Him. A person who only thinks about the consequences will not be much better."
Odin was determined to survive the twilight of Ragnarok and made all efforts to do it, but the end result was destruction.
Yeats suddenly remembered the Wild Hunting King who inherited the inheritance of Odin, and was silent for a moment, saying, "I still have the last question..."
"Tell me."
"When did the Creator... appear? Compared to Odin, which one is earlier or later? Is the Dusk of Ragnarok related to the Creator?" Yeats expressed his long-standing questions.
The demon wolf fell into silence, raised his head and looked up at the sky.
"The existence that claims to be [Supreme Will]... does not belong to this world."
"Supreme will?" Yeats was stunned.
"It is the creator you mentioned." The Demon Wolf said, "The Nine Realms are essentially the nine world fragments of the World Tree. However, outside the dusk of Ragnarok, another world fragment is coming in the Nine Realms."
"That world fragment is the current heaven."
The demon wolf sneered mockingly: "In order to compete for the origin of the world, the heaven and the nine realms began various games and struggles. After the dusk of Ragnarok, a great flood fell in the heaven. Taking advantage of the weakening of the gods and the fear of the mortals, they gained a large number of faiths."
"However, there was another internal struggle in the heaven itself. An angel stole half of the fragments of the world and established another plane in the depths of the abyss - hell."
"The purpose of the supreme will is to merge the nine realms and heavenly realms and combine the origins of the two great worlds into one. As for what he did this... Humph, only God knows."
The demon wolf turned his head, stared at Yeats, and said in a low voice:
"I inform you in exchange for everything I know..."
"I understand, I want to make a big meal for you, senior!" Yeats smiled.
"No, I want you not to attack the supreme will." The demon wolf Fenriu's eyes flashed, "Life is better than meaningless sacrifice... As long as you live, there will be flames, and death is embers and dust... Can you understand?"
"I would rather burn than extinguish it quietly."
Yeats paused for a moment and said, "Maybe God is dead, human beings should live for human beings themselves."
The demon wolf Fenrie was stunned for a long time, the corners of his mouth slowly opened a curve, and his fangs showed a hint of cuteness. He smiled sly:
"Then go and do it boldly. Yeats, when you die, I will set up a tombstone for you."
Yeats laughed silently.
"Isn't this auspicious word here again?"
Farewell to the Demon Wolf Fenriu and Brenheld, Yeats and Silude return to Sword Winter Castle.
Summary of the information obtained from Fenriu.
Yeats speculated: "The Supreme Will does not know if it is a living creature, but His purpose should be to devour the fragments of the world in the Nine Realms and further strengthen itself..."
Fenriu said that the supreme will does not belong to this world and was once regarded as "external gods" by the gods. Today, when the gods are in decline, the external gods become real gods, and the traces of the existence of the gods are destroyed one by one.
The day of Apocalypse is like a "formatting" of the original world, clearing out old data, making it easier to load new data.
Although he is a time traveler, Yeats has regarded himself as a part of this world over the past three years, not to mention that there are precious things left in this world, and it is impossible to watch the old world be cleared.
In the study, the flames of the fireplace were reflected in Yeats' pupils, and he made up his mind silently.
"Since that's the case, let's kill the Apocalypse Knight first... When you achieve the divine nature, one day you will be able to face the so-called supreme will..."
"Since the purpose of the supreme will is to devour the inherent origin of the world in the nine realms..."
Gray thought for a while and thought, "Well, is there a possibility...you can also cook the origin of the world into food and eat it, and elevate yourself to the same level as the supreme will?"
Yeats turned his head in surprise and looked at Grey, who was flipping through the large code on the sofa, with his eyes burning.
Grey said, "What's wrong? Suddenly he stared at me like this..."
Yeats said, "It's worthy of being you, Grey, this is called amazing wisdom!!"
Gray's pretty face turned red and she muttered in a low voice: "I'm sorry for being praised by you..."
Her words inspired Yeats. Since the purpose of the external god is to devour the origin of the world, I will take the lead in devouring this origin.
It is just before that, the key is to be promoted to the Eight-Ring True God and be qualified to join the god battle for the fragments of the world.
Yeats speculated that the supreme will should have transcended the shackles of the highest "nine rings" of the ring of life and reached an unprecedented ten ring level.
However, the talent of "food spirit" given by the panel is that even creatures at the ten-ring level can be cooked...
"What is this talent?" Yeats complained, "What planet devourer..."
To sum up the harvest, the trip to Iceland not only allowed Xilude to break through the sacred realm, but also gained information about the crucial "Supreme Will".
The heavens are not the so-called land of creation, but the product of the fusion of fragments of another world with the nine realms.
The reason they constantly bring disasters to the human world and all kinds of inhumane manifestations can be understood - they are not of my own tribe.
The next day.
According to the scheduled itinerary, Yeats, Silod and Grey arrived at the [Black Tower Fortress] next to the bottomless pit.
The fortress lies majestic across the border between Roland and the Empire, and a huge rift valley separates the two kingdoms.
Buzz —
The defenders of the fortress looked up, swallowed their saliva with difficulty, looked up at the black clouds in the sky, and shouted:
"Be ready!! It's a locust again!!"
From the rift, thousands of locusts flew up, and the swarm of locusts covering the sky and the sun were like a storm, with its buzzing wings deafeningly. The yellow and black locust swarm hit the city wall with crackling sounds, and the acid and insect skeletons corroded the city wall into a pothole. The fighting air barrier on a defender was shattered by the locusts. Before he could scream, he was flooded by the locusts.
"Arrower, Rocket!"
"Where is the magic cannon, load the ammunition quickly!"
"My mana is not enough, I need reinforcements!!"
The rain of arrows and fireballs burst into the storm-like locust swarm, leaving insignificant gaps in the dark tornado, and in a blink of an eye, more locusts were filled. Thumb-sized locusts rushed to the top of the city, vibrated violently, turning into the size of a hunting dog, causing a large number of casualties among the defenders.
Just as the front was shrinking, a chariot of sunshine ran through the sky, the hot wheels rolled over the locust swarm, and coke fell from the sky.
The chariot, with its own strength, curbed the attack of the locust swarm!
"Your Majesty!"
"That's His Majesty Louis!"
Alarm and cheer spread among the defenders on the city walls. The troops with great morale increased began to fight back, and the magic cannons and spells fired in series to regain the front line again.
boom!
It was like the roar of the sky collapsing.
The locust swarms gathered somewhere as if they had found their backbone.
Louis's pupils contracted, and he saw the locusts piece together a huge "Locust King".
All parts of the body of the Locust King are composed of dense locusts, and roughly estimated that there are millions!
When the "Locust King" gathered together, an indescribable sense of oppression enveloped the fortress. The defenders' faces turned pale and they struggled to hold the weapons in their hands.
So is it really something that humans can defeat?
The same questions came to the hearts of every defender.
The millions of locusts in front of you are an irresistible natural disaster!
In the eyes of the "Locust King" are the compound eyes of hundreds of millions of locusts. They vibrate the elys and the shadows cover the entire fortress and roar to launch a collision towards Louis!
A yellow and black storm roared, and even the Sixth Ring Master would be eaten up in an instant in front of this army of locusts!
Louis's face was grim, restrained his territory and resisted the offensive from the "Locust King".
However, the offensive has not come yet.
boom!
A deafening burst suddenly filled Louis's ears.
The flames soared into the sky, and the "Locust King" formed by the gathering of millions of locusts was immediately swallowed by the flames, and there was not even the remains left, only a wisp of scorched smoke rose toward the clearing sky again!
The clouds reappeared the sun's glory and Louis looked up in disbelief.
I saw a figure hanging high above the city under the sunlight, with golden fire still surging in the palm of my palm.
The flame of judgment!
The figure that came into view made Louis widen his eyes and hold his breath involuntarily.
"It's just a fire to burn it all."
Yeats turned his head and said, "What do you think?"
Louis's eyes flashed, and he noticed the aura belonging to the holy realm level and sighed a long time.
It is not like him, the holy realm opened by external forces. This is the real seven ring road!
"Your strength... is already above me, Yeats."
As proud as Louis, he smiled in a complex bitter smile.
After a brief silence.
Above the city wall, cheers shook the sky!
"That's great, it's the Duke of Honeysuckle!"
"Praise the God of Art!"
The defenders took advantage of the victory and wiped out the remaining locusts one by one.
Yeats and Louis returned to the Fortress Castle and talked about the current situation.
"Based on the locust plague over the past few days, I have roughly been able to determine the specific location of Abaton."
Louis said: "The next step is to go deep into the bottomless pit and kill Abaton... Yeats, would you like to be with me?"
"Of course." Ye Zhi nodded.
A warm color flashed in Louis's eyes and he whispered:
"You are not only my friend of Louis, but also a hero who saves millions of people..."
"To be honest, I admire you very much." Louis smiled slightly, "I hope I can make you admire you this time."
At this moment, Violet quickly walked in and reported, "Your Majesty, a large number of soldiers in the army were in a fever and coma, and their bodies were swollen, like symptoms of plague!"
Yeats and Louis looked at each other and immediately understood the threat of this matter.
If the epidemic is allowed to rampant, not only the Kingdom of Roland, but the entire Atrium Continent will suffer!
"The Plague Knight is near the bottomless pit, so it is necessary to find Him." Yeats said.
"I think there is no need to look for it." Louis's eyes were cold, and he stared at the knight riding a white horse in the dark clouds above the fortress.
"The person I'm looking for has already come to my door in person."
Yeats stood on the fortress tower, looking at the white horse knight under the clouds, his eyes slightly froze.
boom!
Yeats stomped the tiles on the city tower, and the red light of the fist wrapped around the raging force, and the fist that was powerful against Qianjun was blowing out from the front!
"Good brother, did you eat it?"
Drilling teeth shouted:
"This is how the poets of the boxing and fighting department greet him!"
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(This chapter ends)