From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 148: This is the Viking's Wrath!

"The man who was shot and killed was named Ronan. He was a believer of the Asatru Cult and a member we had just recruited in the Northwest District."

In the heart of Malmö, a building that originally served as a church had now become the core territory of the Asatru Cult, as well as the residence of its most central figure, the Witch Freya.

As her power and status rapidly expanded alongside the growth of the Asatru Cult, the security here naturally became increasingly stringent.

Therefore, at this hour, the only person allowed to appear before her was Percival.

Hearing those words, Freya slowly nodded. "It seems some people refuse to heed the teachings of the gods, and even dare to defy divine will!"

"Then let them be the price paid for the Asatru Cult to unify this city!"

"Understood," Percival replied, grasping her intent. "I will handle this personally and send them on their way!"

Freya smiled and gave a slight nod. "Good. I am always at ease when you take charge."

As she spoke, she gently raised her hand and swept it across her husband's chest, chanting, "In the name of the God King, I call upon the Elves of heaven and earth to shelter your body and soul..."

Motes of blue light swirled around Percival before ultimately surging into his body.These unique specks of light were a blessing from the Witch. Only the mightiest warriors could receive such a boon.

Of course, this was not the first time Percival had received this blessing, so he appeared entirely calm. However, as he felt his physical body grow even stronger, an inexplicable fervor welled up in his heart.

He gazed at his wife, the current Witch, and declared with utmost devotion, "I will strictly follow the Doctrine, turning those blasphemous villains into nourishment for the growth of our faith. For the great God King Odin!"

After saying this, he turned and left, brimming with impatience and an unparalleled decisiveness.

Behind him, Freya watched her husband's receding back with a touch of melancholy and let out a soft sigh.

Ever since she was chosen by the God King to be the linchpin in this grand scheme of divine revival, her husband had proactively kept his distance from her.

This belief was practically engraved in the hearts of every follower: those who serve the divine can only be intimate with the gods, never with mortals.

However, this sense of regret and melancholy lasted only a brief moment before she was completely stunned by a new revelation!

Hovering before Freya, a crystal-clear, ice-blue Crystal was currently transmitting a brand-new message to her: "The Saint will descend upon the world. Under his guidance, you must complete the unification of the entire city's Divine Faith!"

When dealing with the followers of Christianity, Bai Yang's strategy was to be cryptic, mysterious, and deliberately vague, as that Divine Pantheon was particularly receptive to such methods.

But when dealing with the people of Northern Europe, even though their level of education was quite high, he adhered to their ancient legends, communicating in the most simple and direct language possible.

This was a lingering aftereffect of the difficult communication between the Aesir gods and the Giants. Keeping conversations simple and direct minimized their anger and reduced the chances of sparking Wars.

Bai Yang found this perfectly reasonable. Different Divine Pantheons should have their own unique traits. Brutality and War were their defining characteristics, and this blunt style of speaking was another.

For Freya, however, this Oracle served more as a specific warning. The gods seemed dissatisfied with her slow progress and wanted her to pick up the pace.

After all, only a thoroughly cleansed city could welcome the descent of The Saint!

In Norse mythology, the term "Saint" referred to only one type of individual: someone who was on the verge of becoming a God!

Freya keenly grasped this implication. It meant that if she could earn this entity's favor, she might just be able to make her husband, Percival, his divine dependent!

When that time came, they would no longer be stuck in this awkward relationship of high priestess and follower. Perhaps they could finally go back to how things used to be...

"If that is the case, then let us escalate things! Let the fury of the Norse gods burn away the heathens of this city!"

Freya was truly a fitting candidate to embody the spirit of a Viking Warrior. Her very first thought was of expulsion and slaughter!

For the previous shooting incident, she originally just wanted to send Percival over and be done with it. Now, she was going to get involved herself. "Fear and despair are the only emotions they deserve!"

......

In the western district of Malmö, within the inner courtyard of the True Believer Gang, a group of robed, masked men were holding a gathering.

"The Asatru Cult is pushing us too far!" the leading Bearded Man roared. "We already gave up half our territory, yet they still aren't satisfied! They even have the nerve to preach in our area! The death of that man named Ronan is our warning to them!" He was justifying his actions, but his colleagues around him—whether they were Bearded Men like himself or the two darker-skinned men from Central Africa—all appeared quite anxious.

"By Allah, Muhammad, you were a bit too reckless..." an older Bearded Man finally spoke up. "You actually dared to provoke them!"

"Yes, you actually dared to provoke them! I need to leave this city right now. If we wait until they arrive, we won't be able to escape!"

"Over the past half-month, every gang that provoked them has been wiped off the map. I don't understand why you would do this!"

"You must realize, there is a real Witch in that cult!"

Hearing their words, Muhammad ibn Abdullah grew extremely dissatisfied and shouted, "Do you seriously believe there is a Witch in their cult?"

"It's all a hoax meant to deceive us! If a real Witch existed, why didn't she show up over a decade ago? Why is she only appearing before us now?"

"The way I see it, this is just a scheme cooked up by those cowardly Original Inhabitants to drive us out! They are purposefully colluding with that woman to play dress-up and pretend to be ghosts and gods!"

"They offered us money to leave, and when we refused, they resorted to these cheap tricks!"

Muhammad was referring to the 'Refugee Repatriation Act' announced by Sweden last year. The government offered to pay the Refugees to leave, but who would actually want to go back?

Here, they didn't have to work to receive money, and they could enjoy all the benefits of a high-welfare society. Why would they ever return to their war-torn homelands?

Because of this, only one single person had taken the payout over the entire past year. The most absurd part was that after taking the money, the man simply sneaked right back in, and the country was completely helpless to stop him!

Muhammad raised his Gun high. "We have the protection of Allah, we have plenty of vocal support from the authorities, and we have extra funding from overseas! Most importantly, we have guns in our hands!"

The metallic rattle of the AK Rifle in his hands represented the undeniable strength of 'truth,' gradually convincing his subordinates.

"No matter how powerful their Witch claims to be, can she be stronger than our Bullets? From now on, no matter who comes, our bullets will turn them into a fresh corpse on the ground!"

Muhammad hoisted his weapon and bellowed, "This is our home! This is the place where we spread the glory of Allah! This is our territory, and we will absolutely never leave! Allahu Akbar!"

The crowd simultaneously raised their arms, chanting, "Allahu Akbar!"

Just then, the door to their meeting room was shoved open by a robed man. "Leader, bad news! The Asatru Cult is attacking us!"

"Attacking us?!" Everyone shot to their feet at once, their gazes snapping toward the messenger.

Muhammad immediately demanded, "How many? What weapons? Where have they breached?"

The underling was visibly terrified. Panting heavily, he cried out, "Just... just one man!"

One man? The crowd visibly relaxed before their expressions turned stern. "It's just one man, and you dare burst into our meeting room in a panic? You must be a spy from the neighboring street!"

Hearing this, the fear in the underling's eyes only deepened. He babbled incoherently, screaming, "No, Leader! This one man... he has already smashed his way into our training square! He is slaughtering our soldiers!"

Words like "one man" and "slaughtering" sounded utterly absurd to the crowd. However, since they were already standing, none of them felt like sitting back down. So, they all marched out together, wanting to see exactly what this so-called one-man slaughter looked like!

Soon, they crossed through the main hall and went up to an adjacent balcony, looking down at the Arab-style training camp they had established in this Nordic city.

This camp housed their soldiers' barracks, as well as their prison. On normal days, one could often see soldiers heading into the prison to find women who caught their eye, indulging their base desires.

Because of this, the wailing and bitter weeping of women could frequently be heard here. But right now, the area was as dead silent as a library!

The leaders looked up and immediately witnessed the exact scene the soldier had just described.

He had not been exaggerating. It truly was a one-sided slaughter! A middle-aged man wielding a Battle Axe was ruthlessly cleaving into the chest of a black-robed soldier!

He looked completely enraged. Behind him lay the naked, lifeless body of a Nordic-looking woman. She seemed to have been a captive of this prison, but she was clearly dead now.

This appeared to be the source of the man's absolute fury. He lifted his head, locking eyes with the Bearded Men on the balcony, and unleashed a thunderous roar. "You dare mutilate our people on our own soil! All you shall receive... is the Viking's wrath!"