From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 177: The Path of a Hero

"We have failed! Prepare to evacuate!" A few minutes later, Olavur and Tore, who were following the group of agents, received this news.

Upon hearing this news, the agents immediately stood up and began packing their belongings one after another, ready to leave.

Leaving Olavur with a look of utter astonishment.

The twenty-five-year-old PhD student stared blankly at the people before him, listening to their words, feeling completely at a loss.

What did they mean by, "Since we cannot fight it for now, let us surrender the city to the enemy"?

And what did they mean by, "Using this city as a price to buy some time"?

His motherland's capital, with so many people living here—did it all just seem like a "trivial price" to these people?

Even before leaving, the man named Gao extended a special invitation to the two of them: "On behalf of America, I extend to you an invitation of the highest order! If you are willing to go to America, you may choose any city in the country to settle in, and each of you will receive a reward of fifty million dollars!"

"I can even take you away with us right now. We will cross the Arctic Ocean from the Keflavik Air Base and return to a civilized realm!"

Hearing those words, Olavur found the irony completely overwhelming!"You are a civilized realm, so does that mean our home is a savage wasteland?"

He originally thought that this seemingly amiable "Mr. Gao" was a patient, responsible, and dependable representative of a great nation!

But now, it seemed he was still just a high-sounding hypocrite. After realizing the situation was unwinnable, he still chose to flee, acting prudently to protect himself.

This left Olavur deeply disappointed. Unwilling to accept this, he questioned the man, "Mr. Gao, there are over three hundred thousand people in this country. Are you really just going to watch them be ravaged beneath the wings of that vicious dragon?"

Hearing this, Gao looked somewhat taken aback. He turned his head and looked at the young man, who was said to be the descendant of a Dragon Slayer, and said, "Mr. Olavur, we are Americans. Our people have already sacrificed two pilots and two F-15s for you. Do you think that is not enough?"

"Then what do you think we should do? Send all of our strong young men to charge the front lines and fight it?"

This rhetorical question left Olavur speechless.

'It seems to make some sense?' Yet, something also felt wrong. He was very young and could not pinpoint the fallacy in the argument.

"You can return with me. I guarantee your safety and future status!" Gao extended the invitation once more.

Of these two, one possessed ancient texts, and the other supposedly had the Dragon Slayer's equipment. If brought back, they might turn out to be figures akin to Lyon Lankechi or Chris Lane, making them well worth the investment.

"I am not going. This is my country, this is my city, and I am not going anywhere!" Olavur declared loudly, seemingly to firm up his own resolve, or perhaps holding onto the expectation that these people would change their minds.

'Since they value me so much, maybe they will consider my opinion and invest a few more resources?'

Such a mindset, which would be inconceivable to the citizens of many major powers, was actually the most common mentality among people from a small nation with a sparse population. After all, this was the way they had been educated!

Hearing his student say such things, Professor Tore Erik showed a hint of pity. He looked at the boy and sighed softly.

"Events like today are far more useful than my verbal teachings!"

Sure enough, upon hearing Olavur's words, Gao did not even hesitate. He waved his hand and called two men over to drag him into the vehicle.

If America wanted someone, they would come, whether they wanted to or not!

Olavur looked at the two men beside him, then looked at Professor Tore who was being hauled into the car alongside him. He felt as though his entire life and worldview had suffered a massive blow!

That "Humanity's Beacon," which had been heavily promoted in their country for decades and which he had believed in for just as long, had thoroughly revealed its true reality, despicable nature, and dominant attitude in a matter of minutes.

"I will not leave!" Olavur yelled. The two agents beside him showed no reaction, simply continuing to drag him along.

This filled him with unbridled fury. Suddenly, a colossal surge of power welled up within his body, and he fiercely shoved the two men away. "I said, I will not leave!"

He shouted loudly, his body trembling uncontrollably. Glaring fiercely at Gao, he demanded, "Mr. Gao, are we not allies? As allies, shouldn't we help each other?"

"Why are you abandoning this place? Why do you think that the hundreds of thousands of people in Iceland are nothing more than a trivial price in your eyes?"

His questions were sharp, but none of the agents from various countries had any intention of answering him.

Everyone was busy. They all wanted to return to a safe place and report the situation here to their superiors, which also meant they had completely abandoned this country.

On a national level, this was entirely normal; after all, everyone understood the nature of vested interests. But on a personal level, this was absolutely unacceptable!

In Olavur's eyes, this city was his hometown! It was where he was born and raised, the place he had grown up in since childhood, and a homeland he could never forsake.

Before his eyes, the burning city was his very home, and those wailing in the flames were his compatriots...

Yet all he could do was sit in a car moving far away from the city, watching that dragon continue to run rampant in the sky, spewing its mighty flames as it advanced further toward the bank!

An inexplicable fire ignited in his chest—a mix of resentment, unwillingness, and bitter indignation. Only now did he realize that begging for help from such a massive power was an extravagant hope to begin with. What he truly needed to seek was his own awakening!

"Stop the car, I want to... get out!" Olavur roared. The cowardice and inferiority within him were incinerated by the raging flames in his heart. He was no longer in that previous state; he now harbored nothing but endless fury!

Naturally, no one in the vehicle listened to him, so he gathered every ounce of strength in his body and kicked violently at the car door beside him!

"Bang!" A terrifying force kicked the car door wide open, sending it flying out along with the metal hinge attached to it!

As a result, the previously advancing convoy was forced to a screeching halt.

Everyone stopped and looked at Olavur, who had broken free from his restraints with a furious expression. The agents had already drawn the guns from their waists and aimed them at him.

This young man was no longer the helpless person he had been moments ago; he was now imbued with an entirely different aura.

"Olavur Thorsen, what are you doing?" Austin asked nervously, sensing a familiar atmosphere. Why did this feel so similar to the Transcendent Beings he had encountered before?

'Was he just unlucky, or was his boss unlucky? Did this man just evolve? Another incident involving a Transcendent Being?'

Olavur stared back at them. The nervousness and anxiety in his eyes were gone, replaced by newfound confidence.

He didn't even glance at the firearms pointed at him. Instead, he stared fixedly at the sky. A special, supernatural power radiated from within him, spreading throughout his entire body!

"I feel the call of the bloodline, and I hear the voice of the ancestors. They are telling me that if I do not wish to see this ending, I must go and change it!"

Olavur declared, and then he opened his hand, revealing a red dragon scale resting in his palm.

In the next second, the dragon scale dissolved, transforming into a complete set of Red Dragon Armor that covered his body.

And at some point, that two-handed greatsword had appeared in his grasp. As he stepped forward, the blade dragged across the ground, emitting the sharp scrape of colliding metal!

He walked forward step by step, his body seeming to grow heavier with every stride. By the time he walked out of the street, his physique had become incredibly robust, and his posture was immensely majestic!

Set against the backdrop of the armor and greatsword, the originally ordinary youth now appeared towering and imposing!

Ancient ballads were sung from his lips. The snowflakes filling the sky seemed to be paving his path forward. At this moment, the ancient Dragon Slayer seemed to have been reborn in this new era:

"When the dragon's shadow crushes the wheat waves of the borderlands, He pulls the star-embedded spine from the furnace—

'Oh, blade quenched in the ancestors' ashes!

Tonight, drink your fill of Fafnir's venomous pulp!'

The broadsword's edge reflects the charred homeland dome, Behind him:

Mothers with dried milk clutch frost-wheat ears, Children with sunken eyes cradle broken pottery urns."

The ancient ballads sang of the simplest truths as the mighty warrior walked alone under the watchful eyes of the crowd!

In the faint light of dawn, the red-armored warrior marched toward the gigantic vicious dragon like a blazing fire, just as the poetry had chanted!

The dragon-slaying hero fought not for others, but for the orphans, the poor, the homeless, and his compatriots upon this land!

"When everyone thinks it is impossible to win, but you believe in yourself and achieve victory, that is the path of a hero!" Professor Tore Erik said slowly. "March forward, my child. Your ancestors were heroes of the Vikings, and now, you are the hero of this nation and its people!"