From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 150 The witch is one of the masters of this land! (Bonus chapter for monthly votes: 18 chapters)

Bai Yang's influence and transformation of the world are multifaceted, which is why he possesses such a systematic "special ability."

This is also how the power of will is used—those who believe will be in harmony with the power of will and use this extraordinary power!

This is the reason why the extraordinary power of the Berserker's Blood exists. Its essence lies in the extraordinary manifestation and the special understanding that these people have in their hearts.

The Vikings were meant to have this power; once that knowledge emerged, such abilities would naturally arise, and everything has its reason.

Bai Yang didn't think there was anything wrong with this; on the contrary, he thought it was a great thing!

After all, the only way to participate in and share the use of this power of will is to be assimilated and become a provider of these powers.

This is the best way to spread the power of aspiration; the power of aspiration that is actively spread will be more solid.

Those who have already invested huge sums of money will become the active maintainers of this system!
……

Before the gang's higher-ups, Percival charged straight to the top floor as his berserker power was unleashed!
Looking at the soldier covered in blood and the corpses lying haphazardly at his feet, the high-ranking officials felt a chill run down their spines.

Could one person really break through all their defenses? What exactly is the origin of this "Asahi Cult"?
One of them complained, “I told you, their origins are mysterious and they even have the support of the locals, but you wouldn’t listen. Now you’re retaliating, aren’t you?”

Muhammad looked at the scene with a headache and said angrily, "At a time like this, you're still blaming each other? Hurry up and think of a solution, or we'll really end up like these soldiers, lying dead on the ground!"

Everyone looked panicked. It wasn't hard for them to see that it was only a matter of time before the other side rushed over and killed them.

"Are we going to die?" one person asked in a trembling voice.

“Allahu Akbar! We’ll just blow him up too! We still have explosives!” one of them said menacingly.

This statement made everyone nod in agreement, but it also revealed their madness and arrogance!

What are they planning to do with the explosives they've stockpiled in this city?
Upon hearing this, Muhammad suddenly raised his head and exclaimed, "That's right! We still have explosives. I refuse to believe that they, who claim to be the earthly representatives of the Assadians, will sit idly by and watch this city be set ablaze!"

"This is our confidence, our confidence in negotiating with them!"

So when Percival arrived in front of the group, they had already calmed down and even seemed to have a sense of confidence, which made the savage berserker pause for a moment.

A sly smile played on his lips as he slung his battle axe over his shoulder and said, "It seems you've chosen to fight me head-on... I enjoy this kind of battle. Choose your warrior, and I'll send him on his way with the honors due to a warrior!"

His gaze swept over everyone before him, filled with brutality and bloodlust:
"But everyone will come, and no one will be able to escape! The sacred duel will not be affected by anyone unless you kill me!"

He took the massive battle axe off his shoulder and held it level with his arm. "Who wants to go first?"

The shock was amplified as his muscles bulged and the bullets that had pierced his body fell back down one by one!
The leaders of this notorious Eastern European gang all swallowed hard. They knew their opponent was strong, but they never expected him to be a monster who could even withstand bullets!

Isn't this already similar to those "superhumans" who were all the rage in America?

Several people glanced at Muhammad with veiled resentment, secretly cursing him for leading them into this dangerous situation. They vowed that once the danger was over, this guy would definitely be voted out!

“We are not berserkers like you; we are ascetics, we do not possess such power…” Muhammad stepped forward and said, “So, we would like to discuss terms with you?”

“Conditions?” Percival raised an eyebrow. “Killing our own people on our divine land, and you want to negotiate with me?”

"Go to Helheim and talk to Hela!"

He raised the axe, and a red light began to flash on it. Even though Percival didn't quite understand this power, he quickly grasped it after imagining it as a blessing from the gods.

So he called out in his heart to "Thor," the Viking god of war, and used that power for himself once again!
Seeing that the other party was about to attack again, Muhammad stopped trying to maintain his "superior" persona and immediately shouted, "Wait! You can't kill us! If you kill us, the explosives planted here will blow the whole street to the sky!"

He stared at Percival, the Viking-like man, putting immense pressure on him. "You wouldn't want your own people to be blown to bits along with us, would you?" If it were any other superhuman, such words would likely have made them stop and have a proper talk!

It's impossible not to talk about it; most people can't accept such a terrible crisis—explosives that could blow up an entire street. It's a crisis so terrifying it's beyond words.

Unfortunately, his target for negotiation was a berserker.

"Yes, but so what?"

Amidst the utter shock of the others, Percival spoke his words: "Do you think I'll compromise like this?"

"Threaten me with human lives, threaten me with cities? No, no, no, that's impossible!"

He said very calmly, not with the modern mindset of weighing pros and cons, but with the unique mindset of the Vikings: "We are never threatened. Even if you burn our families and kill our relatives, you cannot stop us!"

"Even if you do detonate these explosives, I will kill you before they explode!"

"Vikings never negotiate!"

This unique Viking way of thinking and fighting style shocked many gang leaders.

They realized that they couldn't do anything about it. The Viking wasn't giving them any room for negotiation; he simply wanted to kill them. It was terrifying.

No wonder the Romans back then couldn't do anything to them; this kind of fighting style, which completely disregards losses, is a torment for any enemy.

"Damn it, then we can only die together!" The group exchanged glances. This man who could withstand bullets was clearly someone they couldn't handle. Rather than die a humiliating death, they might as well explode together with him here!
"Allahu Akbar!" they roared, their desperate courage earning Percival's respect.

The only ones who had objections were the two black men. They joined the gang to do business better, not to be like these religious fanatics, ready to be martyrs at any moment!

The two tried to run, but before they could take more than a few steps, an axe pierced their chests, and they fell to Percival's axe.

At that moment, the bearded men no longer hesitated and pressed the buttons in their hands, and the detonator buried in the ground began to detonate!
"So what if they were Vikings?"

The crowd, their spirits radiant with the light of martyrdom, watched with anticipation as this extraordinary being prepared to die alongside them!
But instead of seeing the panic on Percival's face, they saw him slowly nod at the empty space beside him. "You've come?"

Then, these bearded men were fortunate enough to witness a snowflake bloom, and a woman in a gray robe slowly emerged from the snowflake.

She nodded slightly to Percival, plucked a snowflake from the sky, twirled the ice crystal between her fingertips, and calmly looked at the bearded men before her. "Do you know that we lived on this land two thousand years ago?"

She spoke softly, as if describing the past, “Even the gods and giants acknowledged the existence of witches, because we are witches, the hermits of the earth, the guardians of this land, and the life-giving beings of the Vikings!”

“Odin himself acknowledges that witches are among the masters of this land. Why do you dare to destroy this land in front of a witch?”

Freya posed a cold and stern question to these people!
Upon hearing this, Muhammad completely dropped the act and roared, "So what? Even if you really are so-called witches and berserkers, you will still perish together in the glory of holy war!"

Upon hearing this, Freya shook her head and gently clenched her fist—

Time ticked by, but the explosion that the bearded men were hoping for never happened, while the snow outside continued to fall heavier and heavier.

It wasn't until snowflakes landed on their shoulders that they realized they were indoors, so where did the snow come from?
Then, they heard the last voice of their lives: "In the name of Frigg, Queen of God, I strip you of your five senses to atone for your sins!"

PS: In fact, witches in Norse mythology are a more exaggerated type of character. They are often on equal footing with the gods. However, for the sake of the plot, Odin still has to stand on the position of the chief god, so I designed it this way!

PS2: Ah, I'm finally back! This is the first chapter of the bonus chapter for monthly votes. There are still seven chapters left, one chapter a day. I will finish writing them, don't worry!
　Ugh, writer's block is driving me crazy! I've written and deleted, deleted and written again, and I'm only just managing to get this novel published now... I need to sort out my brain, it's giving me a headache!
　　I'm back. From now on, I'll be updating four times a day. Asking for a monthly ticket isn't too much to ask, right?

　　
　
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