From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 150: Witches Are Among the Masters of This Land!

Bai Yang's influence and transformation of this world covered every aspect, which was why these nearly systematic "special abilities" appeared.

This was also a method of utilizing Wish Power—those who believed would harmonize with the Wish Power to wield this Transcendent power!

This was the origin of the Transcendent power known as Berserker Rage. Its essence lay in the manifestation of Transcendence, as well as the special perception held deep within these people's hearts.

Vikings were meant to possess such power. Once this perception emerged, the corresponding abilities naturally followed. Everything happened for a reason.

Bai Yang did not think there was anything wrong with this. On the contrary, it was a great thing!

After all, the only way to share in this method of using Wish Power was to be assimilated and become a provider of these powers.

This was the best way for Wish Power to spread. Actively dispersed Wish Power would become even more robust.

Those who had already invested massive costs would instead become the active defenders of this system!

...

Before the eyes of the gang's high-ranking members, as his Berserker Rage ignited, Percival slaughtered his way straight up to the top floor!Looking at this blood-soaked warrior and the scattered corpses at his feet, a chill struck the hearts of the gang leaders.

One man alone had torn through all their defenses? Just what were the origins of this Aesir Religion?

One of them complained, "I told you their background was bizarre, and they even had the support of the locals. But you just wouldn't listen. Now the retaliation has arrived, hasn't it?"

Muhammad looked at this scene with a throbbing headache and angrily retorted, "At a time like this, you're still complaining to each other? Hurry up and think of a solution, or else we really will end up like these soldiers, becoming corpses on the floor!"

Everyone appeared terrified. It was not hard for them to see that it was only a matter of time before the man charged over and slaughtered them all.

"Are we going to die?" a man stammered, trembling.

"Allahu Akbar! The worst comes to worst, we blow ourselves up with him! We still have explosives!" another declared viciously.

These words made everyone nod in agreement, simultaneously revealing their madness and arrogance!

They were actually stockpiling explosives in this city—just what were they trying to do?

Hearing this, Muhammad suddenly snapped his head up. "That's right! We still have explosives! I refuse to believe that they, proclaiming themselves as the earthly representatives of the Aesir gods, would sit back and watch this city be blown sky-high!"

"This is our leverage, the leverage to negotiate with them!"

Thus, by the time Percival arrived before this group, they had already regained their composure. They even gave off a sense of having the situation firmly in hand, which caused the savage berserker to briefly pause his steps.

A cryptic smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. Resting his battle axe on his shoulder, he rumbled, "It looks like you have chosen to fight me head-on... I like this kind of battle. Choose your warrior, and I will send him on his way with a warrior's respect!"

His gaze swept across everyone before him, brimming with brutality and bloodlust:

"But, all of you must step forward! Not a single one of you will escape! A sacred duel cannot be interfered with by anyone, unless you kill me!"

He took the massive battle axe down from his shoulder and leveled it horizontally. "Who is first?"

This shock became even more intense as his muscles rippled and the bullets that had been shot into his body clattered to the ground one by one!

The leaders of this notorious Eastern European gang gulped nervously. They knew their opponent was strong, but they never imagined he was a monster impervious to bullets!

Wasn't this practically identical to the Transcendent Beings that were currently causing an uproar in America?

Several of them shot covert glances at Muhammad, secretly hating him for dragging them into this perilous situation. Once this danger was resolved, they would absolutely vote this guy out!

"We are not berserkers like you. We are all ascetics and do not possess such power..." Muhammad stepped forward and stated. "Therefore, we would like to negotiate some terms with you."

"Terms?" Percival raised an eyebrow. "You killed our kin on the lands of our gods, and you still want to discuss terms with me?"

"Go to Helheim and discuss them with Hela!"

He raised his axe, and a crimson glow began to flicker along its blade. Even though Percival did not fully understand this power, envisioning it as the blessing of the gods allowed him to quickly grasp its nature.

Thus, he chanted the name of Thor, the Viking god of battle, deep in his heart, allowing this power to serve him once more!

Seeing that the other party was about to charge up and chop people to pieces again, Muhammad abandoned his attempt at projecting an aura of composed superiority. Instead, he immediately yelled, "Wait! You cannot kill us! If you kill us, the explosives buried here will blow the entire street sky-high!"

He stared at Percival. This man, who resembled a Viking pirate, exerted an immense pressure upon him. "You wouldn't want your kin to be blown to kingdom come along with us, would you!" If it had been any other Transcendent Being, they would have likely chosen to stop and negotiate properly upon hearing such words!

Refusing to negotiate wasn't an option. Most people would find it impossible to accept such a terrifying crisis. Explosives capable of leveling an entire street presented an unimaginably horrific threat.

Unfortunately for him, the target of his negotiations was a berserker.

"Yes. But so what?"

Under the utterly astounded gazes of the men, Percival spoke his piece. "Do you think I would compromise just because of this?"

"Threatening me with human lives and a city? No, no, no, that is impossible!"

He spoke with chilling calmness, employing not the cost-benefit analysis of modern men, but the unique mindset belonging to the Vikings. "We are never threatened. Even if you burn our families and slaughter our loved ones, you cannot halt our advance!"

"Even if you truly detonate those explosives, I will butcher all of you before the blast reaches us!"

"Vikings never negotiate!"

This mindset and combat philosophy, unique solely to the Vikings, severely shocked the numerous gang bosses.

They realized there was absolutely no angle to exploit. This Viking offered no room for discussion; he simply wanted to slaughter them. It was utterly terrifying.

No wonder the Romans of the past could do nothing about them. This battle style, completely disregarding casualties, was a torment to any and all enemies.

"Damn it, then we'll just have to take him down with us!" The few men exchanged glances. This man who could withstand bullets was clearly an entity beyond their ability to handle. Thus, rather than dying in humiliation, it was better to blow themselves up alongside him right here and now!

"Allahu Akbar!" they roared loudly. That desperate, life-risking courage actually earned them a sliver of respect from Percival.

The only ones who had any objections were the two Black men. They had joined the gang to do better business, not to be like these religious lunatics who were ready to become martyrs at a moment's notice!

The two tried to flee, but before they could make it more than a few steps, a battle axe pierced through their chests, dropping them dead beneath Percival's blade.

At that moment, the bearded men hesitated no longer. They directly pressed the buttons in their hands, and the detonators buried deep underground entered their ignition sequence!

"So what if you're a Viking?"

The faces of the crowd, radiating the brilliant spirit of martyrdom, shone with infinite splendor. They eagerly anticipated seeing the expression on this Transcendent Being's face as he died alongside them!

However, they did not see any panic on Percival's face. Instead, they watched as he slowly nodded toward an empty spot to his side. "You're here?"

Then, these bearded men had the privilege of witnessing the blooming of a snowflake, from which a woman clad in gray robes slowly stepped out.

She offered a gentle nod to Percival, plucked a snowflake from the air, and twirled the ice crystal between her fingertips. Looking calmly at the bearded men before her, she asked, "Did you know that two thousand years ago, we were already living on this land?"

She spoke softly, as if recounting past history. "Even the gods and giants acknowledged the existence of witches. Because we are witches—the hermits of the earth, the guardians of this land, and the anchors of the Vikings' lives!"

"Even Odin admits that witches are among the masters of this land. How dare you attempt to destroy this land right in front of a witch?"

Facing these people, Freya issued her cold and stern interrogation!

Hearing these words, Muhammad completely dropped his act and roared loudly, "So what? Even if you truly are supposed witches and berserkers, you will still perish alongside us in the glory of the holy war!"

Upon hearing this, Freya shook her head and gently clenched her fist—

Time ticked by, minute by minute, second by second, but the explosion the bearded men anticipated never sounded. Meanwhile, the snow outside whipped up heavier and heavier.

It wasn't until the snowflakes landed on their shoulders that they finally realized—they were indoors. Where was this snow coming from?

Then, they heard the final voice of their lives: "In the name of the Divine Queen Frigga, I strip away your five senses to expiate your sins!"