I made up myths in America

Chapter 187 Little Orochimaru, Summoner
"Cough cough."

In the conference room, the Danish representative, a historically unlucky man who had often been bullied by Vikings, was genuinely terrified at the sight.

He changed his previous aggressive attitude and said in a somewhat weak tone, "Gentlemen, how about we launch a nuclear missile at Iceland? I feel that these resurrected Viking pirates are not easy to mess with."

"That's right, I think so too."

The proposal was immediately agreed upon by many European representatives at the meeting, who were mostly unfortunate countries that had been frequently visited by Viking pirates throughout history.

But before France and Russia, both possessing nuclear weapons, could respond, the US representative shook his head and said, "I'm afraid that won't work. Our FBI Assistant Director Nick Gibson reported after regaining consciousness that he had initiated the self-destruct sequence to detonate Area 51 before losing his ability to act, but the nuclear bomb buried underground did not detonate. This means that even if we launch a nuclear missile at Iceland, it will probably be frozen by the icy blue fog once it enters its effective kill range, rendering it ineffective."

Representatives from various countries: "."

Damn it, why didn't you tell me this important information sooner?

Instantly, the representatives from various countries in the conference room were so angry that their blood pressure soared.

Meanwhile, on the sea near Iceland, after boosting morale, Pirate King Ragnar stood atop the Kraken, surveying his men with eyes that seemed to see right through them, and spoke in a low, authoritative tone:

"Fate is fickle, only the brave forge ahead. My most loyal followers, let the people of this era witness the might of the Vikings, let them understand why we Vikings can roam freely across these seas!!"

"Kill, kill, kill!!!"

Upon hearing this, the Viking pirates around them excitedly raised their weapons and shouted.

Meanwhile, over Iceland, swarms of shriekers, flashing blue light, flew over and circled the pirates like sharks that had smelled blood.

Sea monsters, screamers, Vikings returning as the dead.
These three very strange entities, when combined, somehow felt perfectly harmonious, even producing an effect greater than the sum of their parts, exuding a chilling aura.

The world's attention was drawn at this moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is BBC Television, and I'm your favorite reporter, Emily, bringing you the latest news from Iceland."

As one of the UK's largest television networks, the BBC still has the prestige to maintain its position. They obtained the latest images taken by British military satellites and broadcast them live with commentary from reporters.

But many Londoners said it would have been better not to broadcast it at all.

The terrifying underworld scene was a hundred times more effective than espresso. They, who were already having trouble sleeping, were now even more unable to sleep. They sat on their sofas, staring dumbfounded at the news playing on the TV.

"Roar, roar roar—"

Under their tense gaze, this combined army of sea monsters, pirates, and shriekers didn't even dive into the water, but swaggered directly toward the Vikings' homeland—the Scandinavian Peninsula.

"Damn it, I knew it!!"

In the government building in Stockholm, the capital of Sweden, Prime Minister Ulf, his face ashen, slammed his fist heavily on his desk.

Norway, that iron waste, only needs to think about lying down and doing nothing, while Sweden, as the little hegemon of Northern Europe, has many more things to consider.

At least for now, seeing this pirate coalition heading towards Scandinavia, the Swedish government is bearing the brunt of the pressure.

If they don't want to slink away from Scandinavia in such a disgraceful manner and declare their country extinct, they definitely have to think of a way.

However, their own country signed the Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Nuclear Weapons in 1968, so they do not possess this most powerful weapon in human history.

After much deliberation, the Swedish Prime Minister decided to seek assistance.

It's not the United States or France, but Russia.

Although relations between Sweden and Russia are not friendly due to historical reasons.

But as Winston Churchill, a famous figure in World War II, once said, "There are no permanent friends or enemies between nations, only permanent interests."

Judging from the current situation, Russia is happy to provide assistance to its Nordic friends.

Shortly after the Swedish Prime Minister personally called the Russian leader for help, a beam of light, like divine punishment, fell upon the pirate coalition heading towards Norway.

boom----

A white light, countless times brighter than thunder, instantly covered the entire Norwegian Sea.

A flash of light, and the air jolted violently, sending shockwaves surging outwards in all directions. Then, the blinding light grew ever brighter, like the sun suddenly crashing onto the sea, its all-consuming heat radiation spreading outwards with unrestrained fury.

A gigantic, fiery red mushroom cloud rose from the sea west of Norway, illuminating the night sky.

Nuclear bomb!!
Humanity's most powerful weapon, and also the one with the greatest impact on the Earth's environment.

If it were any other time, and we saw a nuclear bomb being detonated in the Norwegian Sea, many animal welfare organizations would jump out to publicly condemn and criticize it, saying that it would pollute the environment and harm marine life.
But at this moment.

Even the most extreme environmentalists sincerely hope that this seemingly powerful nuclear bomb will work and wipe out these enemies in one fell swoop.

However, the reality was exactly the opposite of their vision.

At the epicenter of the explosion, an incomparably majestic and magnificent white palace, forged from ice, expanded out and forcefully tore apart the mushroom cloud of the explosion.

As the leader of this pirate alliance, Pirate King Ragnar jumped down from the top of the Kraken, placed his palm on the sea, and smiled as he looked at the 'light' that was still falling from the sky.

"Heh, this kind of power. If my abilities hadn't been enhanced by Lord Berg's Ice Box, it would have been quite troublesome."

As he spoke, he raised his palm and clenched it toward the sky.

A giant ice bird formed from the vast cold air spread its wings and blocked the tactical nuclear missiles that had not yet exploded.

boom! Boom boom! !
Fireballs, like tiny suns, rose into the sky. Amidst the intense flashes, the Swedish Prime Minister's face turned ashen inside the Swedish government building.

Useless!

It's completely useless!!

If even humanity's most powerful weapon, the nuclear bomb, couldn't inflict any damage on these monsters, he didn't know what the Nordic people could possibly rely on to win!
"Um, Your Excellency the President."

At this moment, in the office, his secretary-general said hesitantly, "Strictly speaking, we Swedes are also descendants of Vikings. Should we just surrender?!"

"This"

That doesn't seem like a bad idea.

If these ancestors could truly accept them, perhaps Sweden could even achieve a leapfrog development and become the world's first extraordinary superpower.

The moment the thought of defecting to the enemy arises, the world suddenly seems vast and boundless!
The Swedish Prime Minister found his mind suddenly clear, even having planned out the tone and gestures he would use to express his repentance and admiration to the Viking King. But then, news from a military satellite of the brutal actions of the Viking vanguard, which had reached Bergen, a city on Norway's southwest coast, sent a chill down his spine.

These damned Vikings had no intention of leaving any survivors on this island.

"Resist! We must resist to the very end!!"

The Swedish Prime Minister's wavering resolve instantly hardened, and he picked up the phone to call Britain.

They now need not only firepower from various modern weapons and a large number of soldiers, but also powerful superhumans to back them up!
"That's easy for you to say, but the problem is we don't even have enough superhumans in Britain right now."

Upon receiving the call, British Prime Minister Rishi Sunak rolled his eyes and politely declined the somewhat impolite request.

But to prevent the Swedish prime minister from completely giving up, he still showed some sincerity, saying that a total of 5,000 Royal Air Force personnel had already departed and would arrive on the west coast of Norway in a maximum of five hours.

This is helping Norway and Sweden, and also helping themselves.

After all, historically, England was also an unfortunate nation that was frequently invaded and plundered by Viking pirates.

If these Viking pirates who returned from Helheim were to become powerful and influential, one can only imagine what their fate would be.

Therefore, taking advantage of the fact that the battlefield is now in Norway, far from its homeland, the British Parliament decided to launch a strong attack after deliberation.

They not only deployed more than half of the two hundred Typhoon fighter jets they had been ramping up production for some time to the battlefield.

Furthermore, a batch of newly produced extraordinary potions, made from the bodies of the Screamers just transported back to London and mixed with dragon blood, has become a key item in this aid mission to Norway and Sweden. These potions will be awarded to the brave soldiers who dare to fight outside their homeland, enhancing their combat capabilities and boosting the morale of the army!

Upon hearing that the British were sending a group of extraordinary soldiers, the Swedish Prime Minister felt somewhat relieved. He kept his eyes glued to the satellite images in his office and silently prayed to God and the Norse gods.

"Hold on!"

"You have to hold on!!"

Bergen, a border city on the west coast of Norway.

As Norway's second-largest city, it was originally a scenic harbor city.

By this time, most of the residents had already evacuated, leaving only the Swedish army stationed there.

Tanks, armored vehicles, self-propelled artillery, and fighter jets roaring overhead.

In terms of modern military equipment, Sweden truly deserves its title as the Nordic hegemon; among the many lackluster European countries around it, it is indeed quite formidable.

Whether they were hiding in armored vehicles, standing behind artillery, or guarding buildings, all the soldiers were trembling and praying.

“Our Father in heaven, may your will be done in this peril as it is in heaven. Grant me peace today and deliver me from evil.”

“Father, may your will be done, but please give me the courage to face all of this.”

That's right. Although Swedes are indeed descendants of Vikings, Norse mythology has long since faded in modern times, and they still believe in God.

Unfortunately, whether it's because this place isn't in God's service area or because they aren't devout enough, in any case, their dangerous situation hasn't changed.

Even though they were already trying their best.

Rockets roared overhead, and the heavy artillery clusters behind the defensive line roared back, spewing flames as modern weapons excelled at beyond-visual-range strikes, creating thunderous echoes as they exploded on the sea.

But all of this was in vain.

Because although the vanguard of the pirate alliance consisted of only one person, he was a 'Summoner'!!

Hiss, hiss

Instead of engaging in direct combat with modern firepower, long black sea snakes, each over ten meters long, silently roamed the city, using their infrared sensors to search for hidden prey.

On a high-rise building, a young man with snake-like eyes, dressed in black and exuding a cold, serpentine aura, looked down at the scene and licked his lips with his long tongue.

"What an interesting era, and what an interesting group of people."

After the fighter jets roared in from the sky and fired dozens of shells at him, the snake-eyed youth disappeared from his spot and appeared out of thin air in mid-air, opening his mouth and spitting out a blue high-pressure wind ball.

boom! !

A fighter jet was unable to dodge in time and was hit directly, exploding in the air in a cloud of fire.

"Whoosh!"

"Whizzing!!"

At this moment, more high-pressure blasts were spat out from the snake-eyed youth's mouth, and bursts of black and red flames suddenly erupted in the sky.

Everyone who witnessed this felt a chill in their heart.

Without a doubt, this is the planes in the sky being called out one by one!

"Who the hell is this guy?!"

Inside the government building, the Swedish Prime Minister gritted his teeth and asked his secretary.

"This"

The Secretary-General quickly flipped through the tablet in his hand. "Based on the conclusions reached by experts from various countries after reviewing the data, it can be basically confirmed that the identity of this young man with snake eyes is Sigurd, the third son of the pirate king Ragnar. He was nicknamed Snake Eyes. After Ragnar's death, he and his brothers invaded England and eventually became the King of Denmark."

"Ha, the King of Denmark, does that mean the current Danish royal family is still his descendant?!"

The Swedish Prime Minister was taken aback by this somewhat unexpected news, his brow furrowing as he began to resent the Danish royal family as well.

"No, after Snake Eyes died of old age, the royal family he left behind was quickly overthrown by the Danes. Not long after, another very famous Viking pirate ruled the entire territory of Denmark and Norway. Oh, by the way, this Viking pirate was called Bluetooth King. It is said that he was eloquent and good at socializing. The modern word Bluetooth comes from his name."

"I don't want to know this!!!"

Seeing the satellite images showing more and more of their own soldiers dying, the Swedish Prime Minister, with tears in his eyes, said:
"I just want to know how long it will take for reinforcements from other countries to arrive???"

"It should be soon, no, it's already here!!"

(End of this chapter)