Origin Player.

Chapter 687 Too Slow

"It's too slow," Jiang He said.

Bjorn's eyes were slightly confused. Midgaran had been preparing for this attack for more than half a year. He really couldn't think of a faster way to set sail tomorrow.

Bjorn hesitated and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Things have changed a little."

Jiang He examined the silver dragon spear in his hand. After obtaining the special effect "Heavenly Dao", his authority could cover the icy sea world. He no longer needed to travel through space repeatedly. As long as he wanted, he could descend to any corner of the world.

"I've realized that my patience has run out."

puff!

Jiang He plunged the dragon spear into the ground.

Unleashing his energy without regard for the cost, a silver stream of light spread out, quickly covering the ground of Midgaran.

King Ragnar, having had his lungs removed, suddenly looked up.

Prince Halder's movements were stiff as he was being forced to drink.

Norlund and the others exchanged bewildered glances. The count and the great warrior, including Hammed, all noticed the anomaly.

Outside Garanburg, Viking warriors, busy with a banquet, looked down and watched helplessly as the water, a symbol of space, submerged their ankles.

“This power,” King Halder said solemnly.

"Augustus, what are you doing!" King Ragnar exclaimed, his expression changing.

“Of course, we’ll attack the capital,” Jiang He replied calmly.

boom!
From above, the silvery waters contracted violently, as if swallowing Midgard whole. In the blink of an eye, the port, wooden houses, castles and other buildings all disappeared, leaving Midgard empty and only the slightly brown mudflats remaining.

……

The continent of Truth, the capital of Wessex.

The night was as still as ever, and the capital city was bustling and noisy, with its lights shining brightly.

Inside the palace, the new Emperor of Wessex stood by the glass window, holding a wine glass and admiring the view of the capital. A tall woman stood not far away. As one of the strongest players in the empire, the player Sweet and Sour Cat had cat-like ears.

"Wessex, the Thorn King, the Golden Oak King, and the Mithril King have already replied."

Sweet and Sour Cat, with a charming expression, said, "The main force of the Empire has already joined forces with the three royal armies. No matter where the Vikings land, we can provide immediate support."

"It's most likely the capital city," Wessex said.

The Teutonic Knights council of the Twilight players had already formulated a strategic plan: the first phase was to defend the capital and deplete the Vikings' manpower; the second phase was to abandon the capital, handing over this glorious city and its abundant wealth; and the third phase was to reclaim lost territory, with the armies of the four nations surrounding the capital and completely sealing off all the Viking warriors within, to be buried with the city.

"World War I destroyed the North's war potential for at least a century."

Wessex said ruthlessly, "Since the meeting has decided to support the Empire, then the Three Kingdoms are nothing but grasshoppers in autumn. I will expel all Origin players from this world."

Sweet and Sour Cat smiled and said, "I'm only just realizing that when you get serious, you're quite the king..."

boom!
A burst of intense and massive silver light erupted in the very center of the capital, illuminating the entire night sky. At the same time, everyone in the capital looked down, their eyes stinging.

Sweet and Sour Cat turned pale.

The new emperor of Wessex's expression changed drastically, and he involuntarily braced himself against the windowsill.

"what's the situation!"

Inside the tallest cathedral in the city, the Hagia Sophia, a castle seemed to have grown out of the floor and walls, its stones colliding with each other. The worshippers turned around in astonishment and saw a group of burly men dressed in animal skins, exuding a savage aura, standing beside them.

On the streets, Viking warriors looked bewildered and shocked. The earth-shattering change caught everyone off guard. Some people from the capital screamed and cried out. The torches at the banquet fell, causing a fire to rage between the buildings.

"What is this place?"

"Nobles of the Continent of Truth?"

"I am drunk?"

call!
High in the sky, an eight-legged warhorse stood side by side, and the man wore a black cloak. He had nine rings on his hands, and a white snake was wrapped around his neck. Without the concealment of the reversal magic, the majesty of a king and the charm of a mythical being swept over the sky.

Whoosh!
The man threw the silver spear in his hand.

The spear shot out, tearing through the air and emitting a terrifying shriek that enveloped the capital. The spear shaft was wrapped in golden flames, drawing a straight trajectory, as if even the sky had been cleaved open. Wherever the spear tip pointed, the clouds churned and dispersed, as if in fear of its sharpness. In the end, the spear fell to the earth like a golden meteor.

Boom!

The meteor destroyed the royal palace.

A violent explosion shot into the sky, the flames illuminating the faces of every Viking warrior. After a brief moment of shock, everyone became excited, and their roars almost shattered the earth.

"Odin!"

"He's holding Gungnir!"

"We have come to the capital; this is the will of God."

Jiang He's eyes were calm, and her words were like a divine pronouncement.

"Take this city for me."

Roar!
Wild beast-like roars echoed everywhere.

Around King Ragnar and King Hald, apart from blood relatives and some staunch loyalists, all the warriors charged outwards like madmen. The Odin faith transformed from a tool of rule into reality, and divine authority shattered royal power.

In an instant.

The capital city was turned into a slaughterhouse. Some nobles, caught off guard, had just woken up from their beds, some even before they could get up and fasten their armor, when they bumped into the Viking warriors who broke into their houses.

The battle axe fell with a terrifying whoosh.

The head rolled off, and blood spurted out.

In front of the camp, a soldier drew half of his sword, only to be cleaved in the chest by a heavy battle axe through his shoulder. As he fell, hundreds of Viking warriors trampled over the corpses and charged at the soldiers in the camp who had no way to form a battle formation.

A wave of slaughter swept through every street and alley.

The roars of Viking warriors mingled with the wails of the dying, creating a chorus that seemed to come from hell. Raging flames greedily licked at the houses, and the fountains in the once solemn square were now stained red with thick blood.

Before the coalition forces arrived.

The garrison in the capital numbered only a few thousand.

Facing 20,000 Viking warriors and the local young men of Midgard, they were at a significant disadvantage.

Jiang He rode his horse to the ruins of the palace. Amidst the rubble, a huge cat-beast, covered in wounds and lifeless, held the new Emperor of Wessex tightly beneath its body. The emperor himself was also covered in blood. A casual strike by the heroes and powerful figures had resulted in the deaths of hundreds of elite guards.

"Mo Ke!" Wessex roared, bracing himself on the ground.

Boom boom boom!
Outside the palace, two major guilds gathered, and two hundred Twilight players quickly assembled. Although their morale wasn't very high, the two leaders believed that in this chaotic situation, fighting would actually offer them a better chance of survival.

The fluctuations of magic and elements rapidly converged, fueled by a large number of guild members. Two mage teams of thirty men each exerted their utmost effort to control the spells, unleashing the sub-legendary spells: Dark Erosion and Lightning of Judgment. The two merged into one, transforming into a deafening torrent. Boom!
Black lightning rolled in.

"Is this the method you prepared?"

Jiang He chuckled and raised his hand. His palm, covered in dragon scales, firmly blocked the black lightning. His high resistance to elements, almost immune to them, caused the lightning to shatter when he clenched his fist.

A thunderous explosion erupted, enveloped in silver light, and descended between the two guild battle formations. The raging lightning shattered flesh and blood, charring the bodies of dozens of Twilight players. The huge crater was filled with bits of flesh and blood mist. But before the lightning could dissipate, a massive amount of thorns created by the trap burst forth, making it feel like being in a snake's nest. The thorns pierced through players one by one, their corpses hanging wildly as they swayed.

The battle group of two hundred players was wiped out.

Even the two guild leaders, who were masters of their craft, could only barely survive for a moment in front of Thorns. As leaders, they received special attention, and their souls were annihilated by chaotic energy.

Wessex's eyes were filled with despair.

"Why……"

"Someone extended an invitation to me."

Jiang He grabbed Wessex by the neck and shoved him against the broken walls as they walked, his face instantly becoming a bloody mess from the friction, the immense force of the authority unable to resist.

"I'm very curious about its quality."

"At least much more than my interest in this world."

Wessex felt his head cracking. The tyrant before him made no attempt to conceal his wickedness. But before he could devise a way to escape, his soul began to crumble as the poison seeped into his body.

call!
Jiang He flung Wessex away, severing his head from his body. He gained two things from killing his opponent: a legendary gem from the famous Twilight player and a fragment of the Heart of Wrath fused with the opponent's heart. Both of these items were now three-fifths complete.

next moment.

Jiang He stepped into the spatial vortex.

The destination is completely random, essentially guided by fate. According to the secret method of destiny created by the power of fate, he will get what he gets again.

……

Wow!
The space flickered, and Jiang He descended.

The surroundings were dim, with only two oil lamps burning.

"The Church of Truth, beneath the Sofia Cathedral."

Jiang He looked around. There were dozens of high-ranking church officials, including the Pope, taking refuge next door, which was not worth paying attention to. In the coffin not far in front of her, a young girl lay quietly.

"Gulvik".

"As someone who witnessed the descent of the Balrog up close, there is indeed a chance of intercepting a fragment of the Heart of Wrath."

Jiang He arrived at the coffin, smashed the coffin lid with one hand, and took the fragment of anger embedded in the flesh between the other's eyebrows.

puff!
The girl, who looked like a corpse, suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed the newcomer's wrist.

"You are... Alfred?"

Jiang He didn't answer, but said, "Tell me about what happened back then, while I'm still interested."

Disappointment welled up in the girl's eyes. She released her grip and said regretfully, "No matter how you got here, in this world, only the children of miracles favored by fate have a sliver of hope of victory. There's no point in me telling you..."

puff!
Jiang He slapped the girl's head so hard it exploded. Alfred died at the hands of King Ragnar. Fate is not always certain, and he knew this all too well.

Since the girl is unwilling to tell the truth, she must pay the price for the offensive act of grabbing her wrist.

"You seem very excited right now."

A distant, gentle, tender female voice echoed in my mind.

At the critical moment of her impending promotion to ruler, Lilith deliberately spared a moment to speak. She had mastered mythology back when her familiars were still at the Bronze level, so this promotion was of paramount importance.

"Killing him means I can defeat you."

Jiang He calmly replied, "Of course, that's something to celebrate."

In the spiritual realm, Lilith closed her eyes and said, "If you win, I don't recommend that you master the third Great Sin at this stage, because when you master more than half, that is, the four Great Sins, the resurgence of the Primal Evil will begin immediately."

“Origin-level rules have no individuality and are omnipresent in the boundless void. Of course, you can think that you can resist Origin-level assimilation at the mere fourth level.”

"Mastering the three means that some people can, in a sense, eliminate you by offering you the fourth great sin. I can do that, and I cannot survive it either."

Lilith stopped offering her opinion and left the choice to Jiang He. It was undoubtedly extremely difficult to retain one's own personality while mastering the rules of the Origin level.

"What does the resurgence of primordial evil mean?" Jiang He asked.

"At the very least, their combat power is top-tier," Lilith laughed. "Only those of equal Origin level can harm the Primal Evil."

"sounds good."

Jiang He remained noncommittal and stepped into the spatial vortex.

……

The Sorcerer's Tower outside the Sea Cliff on the Continent of Truth.

The moment the Viking warriors arrived in the capital, the warlocks at the front sent word back, and the Warlock Council immediately convened a plenary meeting, for this was a momentous event that could shake the very foundations of an era.

"The allied forces have crossed the Abyss of Truth, but no matter how fast the vanguard is, they will not arrive until tomorrow. The Vikings came suddenly, and no one was prepared. All three kings have expressed their concerns about the new emperor."

At one of the eight seats around the conference table, the red sorcerer with a femme fatale-like beauty spoke solemnly: “The three kings are adamant about war. They must eliminate the Vikings and find out the true reason for their arrival. Otherwise, if this happens again, no king will be able to sit on the throne.”

The White Warlock said gravely, “My friends are heading towards the capital to provide support. News has already come back that several guilds have been destroyed. Warlocks in the capital say that Odin appeared in the skies above the capital, witnessed by hundreds of thousands of people.”

"Nonsense!" the golden-robed man exclaimed angrily. He had originally hoped to continue the Wessex Empire's ideal of sorcerer supremacy, but reality told him that the empire was on the verge of destruction.

The hall was abuzz with discussion. The sight of 20,000 Viking warriors burning, killing, and looting in the capital was a scene of utter devastation, needless to say.

"Our most urgent task is to discuss countermeasures."

The black sorcerer had barely finished speaking.

A figure suddenly appeared and sat down at the conference table.

The newcomer said coldly, "If any of you know the location of the Heart of Wrath fragment, I can spare his life."

call!
The eight color sorcerers almost simultaneously changed color and stood up, especially the white sorcerer who even began to tremble. Whether the King of Age had returned to the throne or was still in his weakest period made no difference to him.

“Right above your head…” the white sorcerer whispered, barely managing to maintain his composure.

Jiang He looked up and saw a giant crystal hanging from the ceiling. This was an "awakening device" made with fragments of the Heart of Wrath as its core, which helped some warlocks pass through the awakening stage.

At the same time that Jiang He looked up.

The white sorcerer immediately activated a spatial spell, only to hear a despairing notification: the space of the sorcerer's tower had been sealed off.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one can see a three-headed, six-armed, thousand-meter-tall giant standing on the sea, a mythical hellish lord with a terrifying size that does not change due to the world's energy level.

(End of this chapter)