I made up myths in America

Chapter 190 Perfect Performance
Although Denmark's military strength is similar to Norway's, both sitting at the same level as the children, it is still a founding member of NATO and a member of the European Union, and has its own military satellites.

At this moment, under the lens of this only military satellite, one can clearly see a stunningly beautiful, retro-styled pirate ship cutting through the waves on the sea, heading towards Copenhagen, the capital of Denmark, at an astonishing speed, not at all like an antique from hundreds of years ago.

"Very good!!"

Danish officials were delighted to see this.

They had received information from the United States that the legendary pirate Blackbeard, who had also been resurrected, was here to help them defend against the Vikings.

Although according to the analysis of experts and think tanks from various countries, Blackbeard's psychological motivation for this trip is to compete with Ragnar, the Viking pirate king, that doesn't matter, as long as the other party is really here to help them.

"Therefore, our reinforcements are the legendary pirate Edward Teach."

When the commander relayed this message back to the front lines, the sergeants were stunned, wondering if their superiors had lost their minds.

boom! Boom boom! !
But soon enough, a sharp explosion in the sky confirmed the truth of these words!

A pirate flag emblazoned with a burning skull shot out from the sea like a cannonball, emitting a faint black aura, and pierced through the body of a burly Viking pirate on the building, who was grinning and raising a scimitar.

In the pitch-black fog, a dozen Danish soldiers realized that 'death' had quietly approached them.

They stared blankly up at the pirate flag fluttering in the wind and the tall figure that seemed to be walking on air from the sea.

boom! !

In an instant, a figure over three meters tall landed beside them. He was wearing a medieval captain's coat, his burly figure was like that of a small giant, and he had a thick, black beard on his chin. His aura alone was enough to make ordinary people tremble, not to mention his incredibly loud and unrestrained voice.

"Hahaha, you Viking scum, from now on this place will be protected by my Blackbeard Pirates, led by Edward Teach. You can get out now. I'm in a good mood today and have decided to spare your lives."

???

Such arrogant words not only attracted the attention of the soldiers in the remaining defensive line, but also drew the attention of the Viking pirates scattered around Copenhagen.

In a trench littered with severed limbs and mangled flesh, a Viking pirate wearing a horned helmet and stained with the blood of countless soldiers grinned, revealing sharp, beast-like teeth, and leaped out of the trench, carrying a giant axe.

The Viking pirates around them, whose expressions had been either cold or angry, brandished their weapons and shouted the name of the Viking pirate wielding the giant axe.

"Bloodaxe Eric".

"Bloodaxe Eric".

???

The commander at the rear, hearing the continuous shouts through the drone, turned to the communications officer beside him and asked, "This guy seems to be very popular among the Vikings. Can you find out his background?"

"Wait a moment, sir."

The communications soldier is rapidly typing on his keyboard, using AI to perform searches and inputting keywords.

The AI ​​quickly provided the answer: this was indeed a famous Viking pirate, born into the Norwegian royal family, who briefly ascended the throne of Norway. Later, after his brother usurped the throne, he fled to Northumbria and became one of the bloodiest and most ruthless Viking pirate leaders around the 10th century.

"This guy used to be the King of Norway?!"

As the drone transmitted images of Bloodaxe Eric's savage and ferocious aura, the commander's lips twitched slightly, and his idealized view of royalty and nobility shattered.

Meanwhile, on the streets of Copenhagen, where the sea was everywhere, Eric Bloodaxe stood on the water's surface, raising his massive axe and pointing it at Blackbeard. His voice was rough and cold as he said, "I will cut off your head and use it as a drinking vessel, Edward Teach."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the giant axe in his hand and slammed it heavily into the water. With a loud bang, shark-shaped water bullets flew out of the seawater and attacked Blackbeard, who was standing on the high-rise building.

"Ah, get out of the way, Mr. Teach!"

Seeing that Blackbeard hadn't reacted yet, the soldiers he had just saved were all eager to remind him, but they quickly shut up.

Without dodging or unleashing any energy attack, Blackbeard simply took a step forward, clenched his fist—larger than a sandbag—and slammed it out. The air emitted an extremely sharp whistling sound, and a shockwave visible to the naked eye was generated out of thin air, shattering all the incoming shark water bullets.

Then, the next second, Blackbeard grinned and jumped off the building, his right leg emitting a faint black aura as it cleaved down like a heavy axe.

boom! !

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted, and an enormous wave splashed on the water's surface. Blood Axe Eric gripped his giant axe with both hands, bracing it against Blackbeard's right leg. Veins bulged on his forehead as he roared, and suddenly a giant shark formed from seawater leaped out from his right side, biting at Blackbeard's head.

But it couldn't bite through.

Blackbeard's entire body was enveloped in black light. He ignored the enormous shark that was biting his body and, with a swift turn, kicked the shark to pieces.

Then, he reached out and grabbed Eric the Bloodaxe's helmet, stepped onto the water, and carried him forward, crashing through five buildings before finally stopping in front of Amalienborg Palace, a very famous royal palace in Denmark.

The Danish royal family, who should have been staying at the palace, had obviously already left, but some staff members were still there.

At this moment, they hid on a high place in the palace that was not flooded, staring blankly at Blood Axe Eric, who had been so arrogant just moments before, but was now powerless to resist, lifted up by Blackbeard with one hand and held high.

The Danish soldiers stationed around the city also witnessed this scene, and seeing the powerful Viking pirate easily captured filled them with excitement and admiration for the strong.

"Tikki!"

"Tikki!"

"Tikki!!"

After one person took the lead, the city erupted in a deafening roar as everyone chanted Blackbeard's name.

The remaining Viking pirates, their faces grim, did not retreat in fear. Instead, they charged fiercely towards this side, weapons in hand.

"Let's attack together and kill him."

“Roar, roar, roar!!”

"Li, li li!!"

Amidst the shouts of the Vikings, the Screamers and sea monsters scattered throughout Copenhagen abandoned their soldiers and charged toward Blackbeard.

An even thicker white mist, thicker than before, rose from the water's surface!

Amidst the violent churning of the fog, people could not even see the specific battlefield inside; they could only hear the constant roars of beasts, shrieks, and the sound of water exploding.

But these noises didn't last long before they subsided.

Under the eager gazes of the people, the fog gradually dissipated.

The block that had just become a battlefield was now piled high with the corpses of Vikings, Screamers, and sea monsters.

Blackbeard stood atop this mountain of corpses, holding the enormous head of a sea monster in his hand, his eyes filled with disdain and utter domineering power.

All the soldiers who witnessed this scene gaped open, speechless with shock. The entire battlefield suddenly fell silent.

Until one of the soldiers Blackbeard had saved mustered up his courage and stepped forward, saying, "Lord Teach, could you please sign your autograph?"

"Hahaha, of course you can."

Upon hearing this, Blackbeard laughed and jumped down from the mountain of corpses. He smeared some of the sea monster's blood on the soldier's shirt and wrote his name in bold strokes, leaving a message: "In this world, survival is victory!!"

"Live well, kid."

Blackbeard patted the shoulder of the Danish soldier, who only reached his waist, with great magnanimity.

This powerful yet approachable image truly surprised everyone.

More soldiers surrounded him with admiration, seeking autographs from the hero who had saved all of Denmark.

By this time, they had completely forgotten the other party's infamous historical image and only felt that it was a smear campaign by the British.

"Mr. Teach, please sign here."

"Lord Teach, may I join your Blackbeard Pirates?"

Some Copenhagen residents who were staying at home also came over and joined the celebration of the hero.

Some daring young Danish girls even presented the hero with flowers and kisses.

"This"

Blackbeard's image, completely different from his historical counterpart, left high-ranking officials from various European countries who were quietly observing the situation somewhat bewildered.

For a moment, I couldn't tell if the other person was acting or just putting on an act!

Surely a pirate with an extremely bad reputation in history, who committed all sorts of atrocities like murder, arson, and looting, couldn't actually be a good person, could he?
That's impossible.

What do you all think?!

During the online meeting, British Prime Minister Rishi Sunak, who was in person at the meeting, frowned and looked at the leaders of other countries.

Although Blackbeard is British, to be honest, seeing how strong he is, they are the ones who are most afraid of him.

Because historically, Blackbeard was killed by the British Royal Navy.

There are also rumors that the British naval officer Maynard, who killed him, cut off Blackbeard's head, wrapped it in silver foil, and made it into a skull cup.

How could Rishi Sunak not be afraid?

“I think that fits Blackbeard’s character quite well,” the German president said, frowning.

"He was a cunning and treacherous pirate, not a reckless fool. Of course he knew that the rules of the game in modern society were different from those in the 18th century."

"So whatever his reasons, it's possible that he chose to show goodwill and move closer to us."

I agree with this view.

"I agree too."

"I object."

The meeting room was immediately divided into two factions, and a heated discussion ensued.

Meanwhile, given the speed of information dissemination in modern society, what happened in the Danish capital quickly spread throughout the world.

Blackbeard's bold and magnanimous personality, along with his exceptionally powerful strength, has astonished countless people.

"You're kidding, right? He looks so fierce, how could he possibly have this kind of personality?"

"Why not? I don't think we can define a person's inner goodness or evil based on their physical appearance."

Amidst the online discussions, Blackbeard, who saved Denmark as a hero, received the most lavish hospitality, regardless of the circumstances.

He and his men moved into Amalienborg Palace in Copenhagen in a grand manner.

Built in the mid-18th century, this palace has long been known as the "Versailles of Denmark," exuding elegance and grandeur, and brimming with the artistic atmosphere of the Renaissance.

After dealing with the government officials, in the master bedroom where only the king could stay, Blackbeard, with his giant-like physique, plopped down on the bed, making the bed creak.

"Haha, what a bunch of gullible people."

Raising his hand, he released a cloud of darkness around him, blocking out sound, and Blackbeard removed his disguise.

He stretched on the bed, glanced at Gordon Cooper, the only subordinate left in the room and the one who had performed the ritual to resurrect him, and his smile was somewhat enigmatic:
"Gordon, do you know why I present myself like this?!"

"Lord Teach has his reasons for doing this."

As a smart man who could build a cult from scratch, Gordon Cooper certainly knew the saying that the greater one's curiosity, the faster one dies.

He kept his head down and showed no interest in probing Blackbeard's thoughts.

"Hahaha, you and your ancestor Lafitte are really alike, both so clever and adept at understanding people's hearts."

Teach threw his head back and laughed again, the sound so loud that the glass in the room trembled slightly, but no one outside could hear it.

Upon hearing this, Gordon Cooper knelt down on one knee and said without hesitation, "In that case, my name is now Lafitte, and I will follow Lord Teach to the death, just like my ancestors."

"Hahaha, I like you so much, Gordon, no, I should call you Lafitte now."

Blackbeard stood up and personally helped his intelligent and obedient subordinate to his feet, saying:
"The gate to the underworld in Iceland was something that other Vikings couldn't figure out what they were up to, but I recognized it at a glance."

"They are holding a large-scale sacrificial ceremony in an attempt to resurrect something in the underworld using enough human souls."

Therefore, we should

Lafitte said somewhat uncertainly.

"hehe."

Blackbeard grinned. "The Word of Power you gained after being modified by the dragon's blood is the ability to become invisible. You can act as a messenger to tell Ragnar on the Iceland that we can secretly cooperate."

"Perfect timing, I also need some high-quality human souls to unlock certain things."

(End of this chapter)