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Chapter 191 Ivar the Boneless
Iceland.

This island, located near the Arctic Circle, has now truly lived up to its name, with its endless expanse of icy blue glaciers and ice fields as far as the eye can see.

All traces left by humans here have been completely erased.

The harsh environment stunned Lafitte, who had secretly come here on Lord Teach's orders.

He maintained the power of words he had awakened after being transformed by dragon blood—Netherworld Illumination.

The surrounding light was thus distorted, leaving him only a blurry, indistinct shadow as he walked across the icy plain.

They walked on foot and arrived at Reykjavik, the former capital of Iceland.

The Vikings built retro-style ice castles here to live in.

At the very center of those avant-garde buildings that resemble Gothic architecture, a tall and magnificent palace, entirely ice-blue in color, stands.

This is the residence of Ragnar, the Pirate King.

When Lafitte showed himself and was escorted into the palace by two Viking pirates, he saw a group of fierce-looking pirate leaders of various appearances gathered in front of a very detailed world map, discussing where to attack next in order to kill as many people as possible as quickly as possible and complete the task assigned to them by Lord Berg.

Swish--

When Lafitte was brought in, the discussion immediately ceased, and numerous imposing gazes were fixed on him.

Even though Lafitte, after being transformed by Lord Teach, has now become a fairly powerful superhuman, he still feels immense pressure. Compared to the other Blackbeard Pirates members covered in bluish-black scales, his otherwise unchanged face displays a somewhat stiff smile. He raises his hand to his chest and respectfully bows to Ragnar, who sits atop the Frozen Throne:

"My esteemed Lord Ragnar, I am here on behalf of my captain, Edward Teach, to seek your cooperation."

"Edward Teach, that black kid who killed one of my pirate captains, wants to team up with me?!"

Ragnar became interested and leaned forward slightly on his throne, inviting Lafitte to explain in detail.

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This conversation lasted for almost half an hour.

After hearing Blackbeard's entire plan, Ragnar smiled knowingly. Sitting on his throne, he stroked his beard and said, "Very well, I agree to this plan. My sons, which of you will go and act in this charade with Blackbeard?"

"Leave it to me, Father. I'd like to visit Sweden as it is now, anyway."

A cold voice rang out in the Ice Palace Hall.

Lafitte looked in the direction of the sound.

They discovered that he was a young man, or rather a teenager, with an aura that kept strangers at bay, a pair of white bone horns on his head that looked like a demon, and a thin build.

Ivar the Boneless One!!
Having thoroughly researched Viking information before arriving, Lafitte silently recited the boy's name in his mind.

Meanwhile, while the world was abuzz with discussions about Blackbeard's act of saving Denmark, this 'hero' did not stop his journey.

After resting for less than two hours at the Danish Royal Palace, he set off again for Stockholm, the capital of Sweden, which is not too far away.

This city, which is a bit hard to pronounce, is perhaps most memorable to people from other countries for a rare mental illness named after it: Stockholm syndrome, also known as hostage identity syndrome.

The argument suggests that when faced with extreme threats, victims may develop emotional identification with their perpetrators, and this can even progress to a point where they become subservient and dependent on them.
Forty-two years later, the Swedes have once again proven that, driven by the instinct for survival, people can indeed succumb to absolute violence.

Faced with the Vikings' brutal massacre, many Stockholm citizens chose to give up resistance and kneel down to beg for mercy from their 'ancestors'.

And the Vikings did indeed mercifully give them a chance.

They raised their scimitars and pointed to the corpses of the Screamers scattered throughout the streets, brought down by Swedish artillery fire, and said coldly, "Eat them, or die."

".good."

After a period of intense psychological struggle, once the first person took the lead, a second person followed, and then a third.

They grabbed the cold, piercing corpses of the shriekers from the ground like wild beasts, tearing and swallowing them with all their might.

Then, not long after, their bodies underwent astonishing transformations, turning from ordinary humans into the White Walkers that had once appeared in New York, with skin as pale as snow and eyes burning coldly like ice.

"Fuck! These bastards who betrayed their country and humanity!!"

The commander in the rear cursed aloud and ordered the rear positions to fire artillery shells at these monsters who had betrayed humanity.

boom! Boom boom! !
Rockets streaked across the night sky and exploded throughout the city.

But it was too late, absolutely too late.

The discovery that consuming the corpse of a Screamer would grant immunity from death and allow one to instantly transform from an ordinary person into a superhuman sparked a frenzy among many.

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Inside a building where windows were sealed with quick-drying cement to serve as cover, a soldier who was frantically firing a machine gun at the shrieking figures in the sky suddenly froze upon hearing unusual chewing sounds behind him and turned around.

In the battle just now, their squad leader had his left hand severed by the sharp, knife-like tail fins of the Screamer that broke in. After taking painkillers and receiving basic treatment for his wound, he was resting nearby.

But now he was holding the shriek's corpse, which had severed his left hand, and tearing at it with all his might.

"Squad leader??!"

The soldiers stared blankly at their beloved commander.

"Sorry, brothers, my fiancée Aisha is waiting for me to come back. I really don't want to die."

The squad leader raised his face, stained with blue blood, and gave them a smile that was even uglier than crying.

The next second, just like the others who ate the corpses of the Screamers, he threw his head back and roared, and his body underwent a terrifying transformation.

"Damn, damn!!"

In this situation, it was completely impossible to continue fighting.

The morale of the Swedish army is rapidly collapsing.

Even though many of them had taken the Type I supernatural drug provided by the UK, it was to no avail.

This drug only tripled their physical abilities, and very few of them were able to awaken their powers.

According to the newly established superhuman classification systems of various countries, these superhumans without special abilities belong to the lowest level, E-class superhumans.

A level above them, soldiers or officers who awaken the power of words after taking the extraordinary potion are classified as D-level extraordinary beings.

Above them, the four guardians of the Aztec cult, along with Yoshiya Harada and Shizuka Sato of Japan, are classified as C-level, possessing extraordinary power sufficient to contend with a small army.

The British, who can draw upon the power of Gawain's ancestors, include the Flame Knight Brad, the Druid Emma, ​​and the High Priestess Mina of the American Aztec Church. These are all B-level forces, which are strategic-level forces capable of significantly impacting an entire city.

The Egyptian high priest Imhotep, who nearly sacrificed the entire city of San Diego, the Joan of Arc who defeated him, the great demon Pudu Cihang who wreaked havoc in Tokyo, the Shu Mountain swordsman Yan Chixia, Shi Luo, and Dio who almost destroyed the British Isles.
After evaluation from various aspects, it was designated as Level A by various countries. This level is also known as the Natural Disaster Level!

This is the only known superhuman being capable of resisting their most powerful weapon, the nuclear bomb.

Pirate King Ragnar was also rated into this category because he blocked several tactical nuclear missiles.

The S-rank, or God-rank, is currently only held by three individuals: Archangel Gabriel, the Eastern heretical cultivator Yan Shi, and the devil Mephisto, who briefly appeared once.

Since we don't know who is stronger or weaker among them, we can only temporarily place them all in the S-class.

And now.

The Vikings that appeared in Stockholm ranged in strength from C-rank to D-rank.
Add to that the countless shriekers in the sky, and the ever-growing Others who betray their own side.

How can we fight this?

Inside the defense zone, the soldiers who had recently fought desperately against the Screamers and Vikings with the idea of ​​defending their homeland closed their eyes in despair, no longer seeing any hope of victory.

"Hahaha"

But not long after, a hearty laugh echoed over the city, causing many soldiers to open their eyes again.

"It's Blackbeard!!"

"Great, we are saved!!"

Amidst cheers from countless people, a towering figure sped in at a terrifying speed that even high-tech cameras could hardly capture, hovering above the city of Stockholm. Looking down at the shriekers who were wreaking havoc everywhere below, it stretched out its right hand towards them.

In an instant, a large amount of dark energy emanated from Blackbeard's palm, forming a terrifying black tornado in the air.

boom! Boom boom! !
Under the immense suction force, the lighter wooden buildings on the ground crumbled and the soil and rocks flew into the air like waves, leaving only the steel and concrete frames struggling to hold on.

Those shriekers, no bigger than millstones, were unable to escape the suction force. Densely packed like specks of blue light, they were all sucked into the black tornado and vanished instantly.

"YES, that's how it should be!!!"

The commanders at the rear waved their arms excitedly upon seeing this.

With such powerful abilities, Blackbeard Edward Teach is at least a B-rank powerhouse; their city is saved.

It wasn't just these commanders who thought this way; hope was rekindled in the hearts of most of the city's citizens as well.

Many of those who had just eaten the corpses of the Screamers and turned into White Walkers felt a pang of regret.

They seem to have eaten too early. What if the Viking pirates they just joined can't hold out?
Those with wavering resolve looked somewhat nervously at their 'ancestor,' only to find that these Viking pirates showed no fear whatsoever, looking up at Blackbeard in the sky with a cold smile, as if he were doomed.

???

At first, these people didn't know why their 'ancestors' were so confident.

But they soon understood.

boom! Boom boom! !
Just as in response to Blackbeard's killing of the Screamers, several fighter jets were simultaneously blasted apart thousands of meters in the air, with huge sparks exploding in the dark sky.

"This is??!"

Satellites from various countries, which were constantly monitoring the situation in Sweden, and drones flying all over the battlefield, gave high-ranking officials from various countries a clear view of the battle situation on the front lines, and naturally they also saw this horrifying scene.

Under the astonished gazes of them and others, a few seconds later, a terrifying boy appeared in the sky with two white bone horns on his head like a demon and a pair of cold bone wings spread behind him.

Ivar the Boneless, one of the sons of Ragnar, the Pirate King!
Someone immediately recognized the other person's identity.

Contrary to the speculations of some scholars who study Viking history, the title "Boneless Man" did not refer to someone suffering from osteogenesis imperfecta who needed to be carried.

But because
Click, click——

Flying in mid-air, Ivar expressionlessly reached to the back of his neck and pulled out his cervical vertebrae in front of everyone, transforming them into an extremely eerie white bone greatsword.

???

Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned, their minds went blank.

No, is it possible to do it like this?!

Then Ivar the Boneless proved to them with his actions that it was certainly possible, and that he could do more than that.

A buzzing sound.

Ivar, wielding a greatsword made of white bone, flew forward with astonishing speed, transforming into a pale white streak as he slashed at Blackbeard.

"Hahaha, well done!"

Blackbeard laughed and threw a punch, his fist flashing with a thick black light, fearlessly meeting the attack head-on.

boom! !

The moment the two collided was like a thunderclap, and ripples spread through the air like water.

A powerful shockwave swept outwards from the two people in all directions.

From a high altitude, one can see that Ivar's entire body has been transformed into weapons.

Shoulders, elbows, legs, chest.
He could instantly unleash sword-like white bones from any part of his body, making it impossible to defend against, and launched a storm-like attack on Blackbeard.

Brad, who had just returned to London and was still recovering from his injury, gasped when he saw this scene.

To be honest, he felt that he couldn't defend against this kind of offensive unless he prevented the enemy from getting close in the first place.

But the black-bearded man in the video doesn't seem to have this problem.

This legendary British pirate had an astonishingly tough body, his entire body shimmering with black light. When the sharp bone spikes that emerged from Ivar's body slashed at him, they produced a crisp, metallic clanging sound.

boom! Boom boom! !
Amid a series of sharp explosions, the two fought their way from the sky to the ground. The reinforced concrete buildings seemed as fragile as bubbles in front of them, and in the blink of an eye, an entire neighborhood was reduced to ruins.

"We must win."

Soldiers stationed throughout the city watched this scene with extreme tension, their hands clasped tightly to their chests, praying for Blackbeard, who was on their side.

At this point, seemingly impatient to continue, Ivar expressionlessly raised his hand and pressed it to the ground, saying in an icy tone, "Since you want to be a hero, then I'll give you a more dignified way to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless sharp white bones instantly sprouted from the ground, forming a vast, chilling, and terrifying forest of bones within a radius of thousands of meters, piercing through everything and everyone within its reach.

(End of this chapter)