From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 149 This is... the way of the berserker!

This man was none other than Percival. Since gaining power, he had never been so furious!
Because he never imagined that this group of foreigners from another place could do such a thing in a country that provided them with food, clothing, shelter, a safe life, and even dignity!
Just now, he witnessed countless sins within this so-called "True Believers Gang"!
Right next to the bustling downtown area, this group of Arab refugees occupied almost the entire street and then carried out renovations.

The halal-style buildings and clothing are not the main point; the main point is that in this country's refugee camps, there is a "concentration camp" composed of people from this country!
How absurd and ridiculous is this? On the land of the Scandinavians themselves, a prison was built by a foreign tribe for the locals!
But right now, right in front of Percival, this is happening!

When he came in, he only confiscated the guards' weapons and knocked them unconscious; that was the "conscience" and "caution" brought about by higher education.

But once he entered this place called "military camp," which was actually a concentration camp, Percival could no longer tolerate it!

Along the way, what you can see are "prisons" that are not much different from coffins, with extremely dirty and chaotic environments and fearful, cowering faces.

There are all kinds of people inside, from the Middle East, Asia, the Americas, Africa, and of course, their locals!
In front of these prison cells, there are even thoughtful notes indicating the origins, ethnicity, and price of these individuals.

Prices are divided into three categories: rental and sales prices, long-term rental prices, and buyout prices.

The buyout price is even further subdivided, such as selling the whole person, selling parts, or selling only half...

This group turned the human trafficking business into an assembly line operation. Percival couldn't even imagine how many people had fallen victim to their cruelty over the years!
What truly inflamed his emotions was the moment he left the concentration camp and walked into the "military camp"!

He saw two local girls being led out like dogs, and then they were strangled to death without even putting up a fight!

Yes, there was no conflict, no dialogue, only this simple, brutal killing and torture, all in an instant.

Percival didn't even have time to stop them; all he could do was sigh in regret. He stood there, silently watching the two "soldiers" who seemed to have finished venting their anger, and looking at the girl who was about the same age as his daughter...

“You deserve to die!” he said, taking off his battle axe—the weapon he wielded as a “Viking berserker”—for the first time, and approaching the two men. “Tell me, why did you kill them?”

Hearing Percival's voice and his angry question, the two soldiers with guns could only find it amusing.

"Why? Because they're useless now!" a soldier replied.

Another soldier added, "They were already very sick, their organs couldn't be harvested, and they couldn't work anymore, so cleaning them up was a simple option!"

They raised their guns. "Do you know why we're explaining this to you? Because you'll be going with them too, very soon!"

For a Viking, this statement was nothing short of a provocation!
Percival had never spoken of his coastal Viking identity to outsiders, but now he tore open his suit, revealing his strong muscles and distinctive "Viking" tattoos—marks left by his tribe.

But now, this is even more a sign of his determination!

"Odin above, this enemy is desecrating our land and slaughtering our people. I beg that his head be hung at the top of the great ship!"

Then, as the two soldiers absentmindedly unbolted their rifles, his battle axe flew into their faces and chopped off their heads!

This battle naturally attracted the attention of those around them. The two large, flying heads and the pillar of blood shooting into the sky made the scene even more vivid!

This blood-stained man, with his unruly hair and ferocious face, made many people feel as if they were seeing the phantom of a group that dominated Europe a thousand years ago!
Back then, they started from Iceland, from Sweden, from Norway, from every harsh island, plundering an entire region of Western Europe, and even causing Rome to fall apart!

Now, their country is full of foreigners, and their laws and politicians are protecting the interests of those thugs. Is that right? No, it's not!
Since striving upwards is meaningless, then let's use downward slaughter to buy them a peace that belongs to them!

Now, the Norse gods shine behind him, and a new world opens up before them. This is the time to strive and fight, and the moment when their Aesir religion truly rises!
This thought flashed through Percival's mind like lightning, while his body was wounded and bleeding from the incoming bullets! If it were anyone else, they would most likely retreat, be afraid, or hesitate in the face of such injuries.

But Percival was different; the blood flowing in his veins belonged to the Vikings, and he was a Viking who knew of the existence of gods!
In ancient times, Viking pirates would set up a gangplank between two ships and have the strongest men duel to determine the true victor!
In their eyes, blood is never an injury, but a medal that makes them wilder and stronger. They will let out a terrible roar, unleashing their most primal wild nature, and become even stronger and more warlike!

In Percival, however, what was once a unique ancient legend has become a real scene as it is today.

He withstood the attacks without flinching, instead loudly chanting ancient war songs:

Where Odin's one eye is fixed!
Tyr's severed arm was aimed at the enemy!
May the Valkyrie's wings lift my shield.
Let the marks of my ancestors' axe be etched into my blade!

If this battle is destined to stain the whale's path with blood—

Lead my broken body through the golden gates of Valhalla!

His roar seemed to echo throughout the "military camp," and his chanting added a sudden chill to what should have been a June or July day.

The light flickered, and dark clouds suddenly appeared. Just as he finished singing his song and his axe struck his first enemy, snowflakes began to fall.

Percival's battle axe, following the coldness of the snowflakes and stained with the color of blood, carved a black and white path through the group of Arabs and blacks.

Those attacks did not frighten him; instead, they made him even stronger!

When he saw the gazes of the crowd upstairs, the axe blade in his hand gleamed with a red light, as if it were absorbing blood, dazzling and eye-catching!
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"Your Majesty, why does it feel like this kind of business is the only darkness in this world?" Alvin asked, looking at the human trafficking and organ donation base.

What's going on? America is full of this stuff, and now that we've moved to another continent, it's still appearing everywhere. Is it really that strange?

"It's very simple, because this is the most profitable and lowest-cost thing!" Bai Yang looked at the scene before him and nodded calmly. "This is basic operation. From ancient times to the present, selling people has been the most profitable business!"

"Doesn't this kind of business exist on the Dylan Continent?"

Alvin shook his head. "No, Your Majesty. On the continent of Dylan, people belong to the god they worship. Everyone has the right to pray to the god. Although the god will almost never answer, no one wants to traffic people. The God of Gamblers would not see such a possibility!"

"If there really is someone involved in human trafficking, then it must be those devils and demons from hell or the abyss, right?"

Bai Yang nodded slightly, "That's true. After all, those who oppose the gods are usually after the soul or even humanity itself. Aren't these two the biggest human traffickers?"

In a sense, the continent of Dylan is not without human traffickers; it's just that this business is monopolized by the gods and demons.

They stopped talking about the issue and instead looked up at the man in front of them. The surging crimson energy was not their power, but rather something condensed from the emotions and aspirations of this era, culture, and this person, flowing through the air!
“Since this crimson energy was channeled by the berserker, then let it become your energy!” Bai Yang said casually, setting the rules. “Let’s call it Berserker’s Blood! Its effects are damage reduction, pain reduction, increased strength and speed, and enhanced weapons…”

"The power that belongs to the natives is returned to you. Let the way of the berserker reappear in the world!"

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