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Chapter 186 The Call of Valhalla, the Kraken
We knew that Norway's military was weak, but we didn't expect it to be this weak.

This is probably a thought that is simultaneously on the minds of high-ranking officials in various European countries.

They ignored Jonas Gaal, whose term as Prime Minister of Norway was destined to be short-lived, and turned their attention to the Swedish representative, Maria Malmö Strøget, the current Swedish Foreign Minister.

This is a strong woman who is only 44 years old this year and is in the prime of her life. She has represented Sweden at many international conferences and events and is highly respected in the European Union.

In contrast to the ashen-faced Norwegian Prime Minister Jonas Gaal, the Swedish Foreign Minister appeared much more composed and calm.

This is also related to the standing military forces of both countries.

As a former dominant power in Northern Europe, Sweden still maintains a larger standing army than many of its neighbors, even in modern times.

It has a total of 8.8 personnel, including active duty troops from the army, navy, and air force, as well as 57 reserve troops, which is many times stronger than Norway.

Naturally, they spoke with much more confidence.

Swedish Foreign Minister Maria stated that the Swedish government could send troops to support Norway, but would require air support from other countries, as well as subsequent weapons and ammunition assistance.
"of course."

This request was not unreasonable, and most countries immediately agreed.

They're waiting to divide the spoils later, so they naturally don't mind contributing money and effort now.

After all, you can only get results if you put in the effort.

They had just finalized their cooperation and agreed on the location to intercept the Screamers.

The source of all these anomalies—Iceland—seems to have undergone some unexpected changes.

Large groups of Screamers went to places outside of Britain, and those that had successfully hunted returned, hovering near the Ice Giant Berg and the Ice Box.

Furthermore, as captured by military satellites from various countries, almost translucent human souls were spewed out from the eerie cavities on the backs of these shriekers, wailing and crying over Iceland.

"Hiss."

Everyone who witnessed this scene widened their eyes and felt a chill run down their spine.

It was only at this moment that they realized that these shriekers were not hunting humans out of bloodlust, but to obtain their souls.

"What do these monsters want to do?!"

Maria, being a woman, couldn't bear to see this, and her face turned extremely pale.

"Anyway, it's not a good thing."

Norwegian Prime Minister Jonas Gaal also had a dark expression.

He had already realized that many of the souls wailing in agony were wearing Norwegian Army uniforms.

“Ah, ah, ah—”

As more and more human souls were expelled from the skies above Iceland by these shriekers.

On the ground, Berg, whose body was mostly frozen by the power released by the Ice Box, laughed loudly, raised his hand and slapped the ground, chanting the incantation once again.

Suddenly, a deathly, ghastly green light appeared over Iceland, which had been glowing with blue light. This ghastly green light covered an increasingly large area, and soon it devoured all the human souls spat out by the shriekers. It formed a vortex, or rather a gate, on the sea near Iceland, filled with deathly mist and ghastly green light.

At the BPRD headquarters, in the underground base of the Natural History Museum in London, Major General Patrick, the head of BPRD, suddenly became serious upon seeing this scene. The joy he had just felt upon hearing that a batch of fresh Screamer bodies would soon be transported to them was gone.

"Dr. Henry, what do you think this ice giant is doing, or what his purpose is?!"

He turned to ask the old professor next to him, who was wearing a white coat, had a bald head, and looked very professional.

"Performing some kind of evil ritual that requires the sacrifice of a large number of souls?"

Even Dr. Henry, a historian, couldn't discern much at that moment.

He raised his hand to push up his reading glasses and gave a somewhat conservative answer.

Beside him, folklorist Rocks, a fervent admirer of Sherlock Holmes, was much more casual.

Holding a pipe, he squinted at the satellite image for a moment and then made a very bold conjecture.

The pale green light and the deathly fog immediately reminded him of something related to Norse mythology: Helheim, the realm of the dead ruled by Hela, the goddess of death, which only the dead could reach.

It can be simply understood as the hell in Norse mythology.

"How could that be?!" Dr. Henry immediately objected. "There's never any record of the Frost Giants being related to Hela, the goddess of death, in Norse mythology."

"How can it not be related?"

Locke thought the old man had absolutely no imagination and his thinking was completely rigid.

He held a pipe in his hand, exhaled a puff of white smoke, and said leisurely, "Loki's parents were both frost giants, and his wife Angorboda was also a famous female giant in Norse mythology. And you're saying that Loki's child with the female giant Angorboda—Hela—has no relation to the frost giant race?!"

In the end, Lox shrugged, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Meanwhile, from within the lifeless fog-shrouded 'gate' on the Icelandic sea, an incredibly passionate and heroic song slowly pierced through the thick fog.

"The ship was far from the cold currents of the fjord;"

Crows swept across my vast territory;
War songs, legends, everything is predestined;
I am both a strong shield and a long spear;

Sharing joys and sorrows, plundering mortal enemies;
For the sake of honor, we work together with one heart and one mind;

Crossing through war and thunder;
An eternal echo;
Valhalla is calling me.

It was as if an ancient ballad, forged in blood and fire, was spreading across the sea, instantly evoking painful memories for Europeans of centuries of Viking invasions and plunder.

"Fuck, this can't be!!"

Amidst the incredulous gazes of high-ranking officials from various countries, a typical Viking warship emerged from the mist shimmering with a ghastly green light, followed by a second, and a third.
Compared to modern warships and cannons, these light wooden sailing ships, invented around the 5th century AD, were certainly not a threat.

To the surprise of the European leaders, the ice giant Berg also possessed the ability to open the legendary Helheim, allowing the spirits of the dead to return.

But soon, these European leaders realized that they seemed to have underestimated these Vikings.

After all, according to their existing intelligence, there were still supernatural powers in the world during the 8th to 11th centuries when the Vikings were at their peak.

So these Viking pirates were able to grow so powerful because...
Boom! ! !
The seawater near the Norwegian coast suddenly began to churn violently.

One by one, enormous sea monsters that had previously roamed the waters off the east coast of New York and had been corrupted and transformed by dragon blood appeared here silently.

The most eye-catching of them all is the giant octopus sea monster with a terrifyingly large body and countless tentacles.

At least a dozen more US Navy destroyers were targeted by it and are now permanently sunk at sea. The US military even gave this terrifying sea monster a name: Kraken, the name of the monstrous creature from Norse mythology, which perfectly matches the appearance of this giant octopus-like sea monster.

But at this moment, this sea monster, which the American soldiers considered to be extremely irritable, submitted to a middle-aged Viking man who was not particularly burly, had a bald head with large tattoos, a long beard, and a cold and stern demeanor, and extended one of his thick tentacles, at least a hundred meters long, to it.

"Hahaha, good boy."

The middle-aged Viking man leaped onto the tentacle, and as it moved, he stood atop the Kraken's head. He scanned the Viking pirates, who were also atop other sea monsters, from left to right, making sure everyone felt his gaze. Then, he raised his right hand and proclaimed in a resounding voice:
"Brothers, tell these Europeans who I am!"

"Ragnar, the Pirate King!"

"Ragnar, the Pirate King!"

"Ragnar, the Pirate King!"

The pirates' unified shouts echoed through the sky, and even the reconnaissance pilots from various European countries thousands of meters above could hear them.

They swallowed nervously, terrified by the enormous sea monsters below, and quickly pushed the stick to increase the reconnaissance plane's altitude a little more.

But at that moment, one of the French pilots sensed something was wrong; it seemed like there was something above them.

Gollum-

In fact, his feeling was not wrong.

The blue water flowed high in the sky and formed the figure of a young man dressed in white with blue eyes.

He crossed his arms, a slightly mocking smile on his face, and looked down at the large iron birds carrying people. He stretched out his right palm towards them, his five fingers gently clenched.

In an instant, the water flow simultaneously enveloped the five reconnaissance aircraft below, condensing into a giant blue water sphere that contained them.

"Reporting to headquarters, we have been attacked by an unknown force. Requesting backup! Requesting backup!!"

The French pilot in the reconnaissance plane was so frightened that he immediately called for help.

Meanwhile, in another, much more rugged-looking Russian reconnaissance aircraft, pilot Ivanov chose to launch a missile.

However, the water had already seeped into all the electronic components inside the reconnaissance aircraft, rendering the launch button useless.

Before long, the man in white brought all five reconnaissance planes to the sea.

Surrounded by fierce Viking pirates and terrifying sea monsters.

Swish-

The French pilot who came out was the first to raise his hand, followed by the British pilot, and then the Swedish pilot.

The remaining Russian and German pilots exchanged glances, their eyes filled with helplessness, and slowly raised their hands.

"Hiss, hiss—"

A young man with several venomous snakes coiled around his body, and eyes like snakes—terrifying vertical pupils—with two long black marks around his eyes, slowly walked up to them. He wore a chilling smile and said softly, "Next, I will ask you questions and you will answer them. My children do not like disobedient prisoners."

As he spoke, he looked at the first French pilot to surrender, and asked in a soft, chilling voice, "How long has it been since Bald Charles took office?!"

"what?!"

The French pilot was a little confused when he heard this.

It wasn't that he didn't want to answer; he simply couldn't understand what the Viking was saying.

"Very good, I admire your courage."

Without giving him a chance to explain, the man with snake eyes raised his hand and waved it lightly. Suddenly, hundreds of sea snakes emerged from the sea, enveloping the French pilot's body and forming a huge snake ball.

"Ah! Ahhh!!"

Hearing the chilling screams coming from the snake-shaped ball, the remaining four pilots' eyelids twitched wildly.

Realizing he was next, the British pilot immediately turned to the Swedish pilot beside him and made a pleading expression.

He felt that the pirate's language had many similarities to Swedish.

"Well, I can understand what he's saying, but the problem is he's asking how long it's been since Bald Charlie took office, and I have absolutely no idea who Bald Charlie is."

"I know!"

The British pilot quickly replied, "It's the Frankish emperor from the 9th century. It's said that a Viking pirate once stormed Paris and demanded an exorbitant ransom. I saw it in a daily French slapstick joke."

"How did you learn history? The Vikings who stormed Paris were the Ragnar they were just shouting about. He was a Viking leader in the early 9th century, one of the most famous pirates in history."

The German pilot, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up and filled in the last piece of information for the Swedish pilot.

"Phew, I see."

Just before the British pilot was about to be fed to the snakes, the Swedish pilot quickly spoke up, bowing slightly, and answered the question from the terrifying snake-eyed man.

"My lord, it has been almost twelve hundred years since Bald Charlie was in power."

"Twelve hundred years?!"

Upon hearing this number, the man with the cold demeanor and snake-like eyes, somewhat similar to Orochimaru, was momentarily dazed.

He then leaped to the Viking man standing atop the Kraken, bowed his head, placed his right hand on his heart, and respectfully reported, "Father, twelve hundred years have passed since our time."

"Yes, I heard you."

Ragnar nodded casually, gazing at the Nordic sky, unchanged for a thousand years, and said softly, "It's time to let Europeans understand again with blood who rules this sea, for the honor of the Vikings!!!"

The pirate king stood atop the Kraken, the giant of the North Sea, raising his right hand high.

Around him, the Viking pirates atop other sea creatures also raised their weapons and shouted, "For the honor of the Vikings!!"

"Hooho-"

The sea beasts beneath their feet also raised their heads and let out a deafening roar.

The surrounding seawater churned violently because of their roars.

The chaotic scene sent chills down the spines of Europe's top officials.

Suddenly, the online meeting room fell silent; not a sound could be heard!
(End of this chapter)