From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 180: Pan-Viking Alliance

"Wow, as an interpreter of myths, does he not know what this kind of prayer means?" Hearing this, even Bai Yang marveled at his courage.

At this moment, they had already arrived in Italy, yet they were still drawn by this prayer, casting their gazes across the distance.

Reykjavik, the city he thought had already reached its conclusion, actually had new developments!

"Perhaps... it is precisely because he knows that he chose to pray like this?" Alvin analyzed. "Crown, should we send a reply as usual?"

"As usual? No, no, no!" Bai Yang shook his head. "Let the divine fire answer it. Let them choose their own path of development instead of relying on our guidance! This old man is truly smart. The timing he chose is absolute perfection!"

Tore Erik's chosen timing was indeed excellent, because this current point in time was the weakest Reykjavik had been in a hundred years, and also the most vulnerable moment for the nation of Iceland.

The entire government seemed completely paralyzed, leaving this city still struggling desperately in agony!

But at the same time, it was also the weakest moment for the surrounding major powers within this country!

Tore clearly noticed that the footholds of those major powers in this realm had been completely wiped out by this disaster of desires.

And the true instigators for those major powers, the so-called "all-female" political arena in this country, could not make a single sound right now. Thus, he gambled his life, wanting to carve out a new path for his people!After all, Odin's own sacrifices were terrifying and agonizing, so prayers of sacrifice directed to him would only be even more horrifying. This was something everyone knew.

Therefore, in the Nordic region, only sacrifices before death and prayers before battle included supplications to Odin.

But now, this healthy elderly man, who clearly had a brighter future ahead of him, still stubbornly chose to pray. At this moment, right after the crisis had been resolved and the Dragon Slayer had just gained immense international prestige, he chose to pray to the God-King!

He wanted to define this event, to liberate this country from the shadow of the major powers—not through the protection of a single Dragon Slayer, but through the radiance of the gods!

His ambitions were vast, and his thoughts were incredibly passionate, even more radical than those of the young. However, this kind of radicalism would not provoke any disgust from the mastermind behind the scenes!

"True followers of Odin never pray to be spared from pain; they only ask the gods to bestow the most profound pain of awakening!" Bai Yang said indifferently. "Since he wants a blessing, we will give him a blessing. If he wants a promise, we will give him a promise!"

"Odin's Divine Boon is never peaceful, but if he can truly withstand such agony, the divine grace belonging to Odin will absolutely not be stingy!"

"This is the War God's Path of Sacrifice symbolized by the Tiwaz Rune!"

Alvin lowered his head. "As you wish, Crown. He will receive the most brutal awakening. If he can survive this awakening, the heart of Odin will also guide his path forward!"

......

An hour later, Reykjavik, National Bank Ruins.

The agents did not appear here. They had already taken the two accessories in their hands and headed to their respective countries.

One came from Tore. When he was captured, the Ring had already been removed from his hand. To prevent that eerie power from affecting his own people, Gao specifically used a beechwood box to store it.

The design of this box came from the one owned by Lyon Lankechi's family, the legendary box used to preserve holy relics.

Even as a replica, it had been blessed during Father Angus's worship at the Church, so it was naturally capable of sealing away the Ring's power.

Now, they were flying to America with the box and the information about the Dragons and the Dragon Slayer, waiting for Golden Hair's ruling.

As for the other accessory, it was undergoing human transport by the Russian agents.

Their transport method was extremely Russian. They relied entirely on manual transportation and wore a Restrictor. If the transporter showed even the slightest adverse reaction, they would be electrocuted unconscious, and a new person would immediately take over!

Under this relay operation, they actually managed to complete the transportation of this supernatural item, successfully delivering it to a laboratory in Moscow.

Thus, the first to arrive here was the Reykjavik police force, which had finally been gathered and had completed temporary training. This group of police officers, who usually spent their days idly dealing with cats and dogs, had painstakingly formed a complete organizational structure and presented themselves before Olavur Thorsen.

"Respected Mr. Olavur, thank you so much for everything you have done for our country. The Icelandic Parliament extends its most sincere invitation to you, hoping you will join us to discuss the future of this nation!"

The representative among the police, a female police officer, spoke loudly. The reverence in her eyes could not be hidden!

After all, unlike the scrutiny and envy from people of other nations, uncovering his identity and seeing the footage of him stepping out of an American vehicle solely to protect this city was enough to make anyone who truly loved this country leap with joy!

In this era where the supernatural was just beginning to reveal itself, the fact that their country actually had such a powerful Dragon Slayer was an incredibly thrilling matter for everyone! This was a mighty Transcendent Being—the future of their nation and their confidence when speaking with people from other countries!

However, Olavur did not choose to leave with them. Instead, under the watchful eyes of the police officers, he walked to a nearby street and helped up a tottering old man!

"Professor, are you alright?" he asked rather anxiously. At this moment, Tore had almost turned into a puddle of mud. Even with Olavur's strength, it was quite difficult to support him.

Tore grinned, revealing an ugly smile, yet he looked incredibly joyful. "I am fine, Olavur. I am very well!"

He opened the book in his hands, showing Olavur the page he had turned to, and whispered, "I prayed to Odin. In the final moments of my life, He answered my prayer!"

"The great and revered God-King told me that from now on, the descendants of the Vikings will receive the protection of the Aesir... We finally... finally... have a prayer that can be answered!"

His words were extremely weak, and his voice was incredibly low, but his emotions were overwhelmingly exultant! It was the pure joy of having a lifelong wish fulfilled!

Hearing this, a flash of horror crossed Olavur's face. "Wait, Professor... You prayed to Odin?"

Of course he knew what this meant. In Nordic legends, the lightest price for praying to Odin was a person's death. Could it be...

"Yes, my child, I am already dying!" Professor Tore said very calmly, handing the book over to him. "Give this book to Denmark. This is the last thing I can do for my homeland... And you all will continue forward under the protection of the gods!"

"The gods?" Olavur asked in surprise. "Does 'the gods' mean..."

In the next second, he sharply raised his head and saw a Raven slowly descending in front of him. At the same time, in the remaining Nordic Three Countries, a Raven and two Frost Wolves were also slowly descending!

"The God-King has handed down an Oracle. He has granted your prayer. The gaze of the Father of All Gods shall fall upon the mortal realm!" they spoke in unison.

Meanwhile, in Malmö, which was already covered by the faith of the Norse Pantheon, King Gustav XVI, who was conversing with Percival, directly witnessed a radiant light blooming from Freya as she welcomed the Oracle in the nearby church!

And the old man in front of Olavur let out the most powerful cry of his life!

"The gods mean that they know! Upon the lands of the Norse Gods, the divine edicts have descended!"

"Take advantage of this moment, while the people of other nations haven't reacted yet, to accomplish all of this! My child, go and accomplish all of this!"

Holding Olavur's hand, Tore Erik slowly closed his eyes. His life faded away the very moment his eyes shut.

This old man was gone, but what he left behind was the unified heart of a people!

......

Three days later, Stockholm, the capital of Sweden.

The public speech broadcasted on the internet by the King of Sweden became the most powerful note the Nordic people had heard in recent times:

"We are the Descendants of the Gods, we are the Children of the Sky Gods. Behind us stands not a void of nothingness, but Yggdrasil, the God of All People, the Lord of the Pantheon, the King of the Gods—Odin!"

"The Vikings must rise again. The People of Midgard should unite under the banner of the gods to re-establish the glory from a millennium ago!"

"The gods have answered our prayers! From today onward, we must re-establish the Viking Covenant, and we must rebuild the Power of Faith Nation!"

"Starting with us, starting right now, starting from this very place!"

If he had said these words before the descent of the gods, many people would have certainly thought he had lost his mind. But now, as he spoke these words, countless people became swept up in fanaticism and restless excitement!

They were Vikings, a nation of seafarers, faithful believers of the mighty Norse Gods. If such a day had truly come, why shouldn't they?

And at the end of this king's speech, he brought out a figure who amazed everyone—a young man named Olavur Thorsen. But he possessed a much more familiar title:

The descendant of the Dragon Slayer Sigurd, the current Dragon Slayer, the Savior of Iceland, the Honorary Mayor of Reykjavik, and a well-deserved modern hero!

The very first thing Olavur said when he stepped forward shocked the entire world with its earth-shattering declaration: "We solemnly announce to the world that the Nordic Five will officially withdraw from the European Union to establish the Pan-Viking Alliance!"

From behind him walked out the Heads of State of the remaining three nations, and before them lay a cold, stiff Dragon Carcass!

They were ready, in the name of the King of the Aesir—Odin!