From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 151 Let's go, I'll take you home.
In Norse mythology, witches are actually a special kind of beings independent of mythical creatures. Together with berserkers, they form two different forces within the human race in Norse mythology, a power that is even recognized by the gods.

For example, Odin once received guidance from a witch, and the most powerful witch could also become a god; these are all manifestations of this kind of culture.

This was, of course, also due to the particularly harsh climate at the time and the spontaneous actions of humankind. They relied too much on themselves and therefore did not really need the help of the gods.

This unique culture gave rise to the very special "fatalism" and the "Ragnarok" phenomenon in the Norse or Germanic pantheon.

Bai Yang looked at them, and at the city before him, which had undergone a period of missionary work and was gradually taking on some "form of faith," and nodded slightly.

As a city intended to house "Lova," he certainly couldn't allow it to develop unchecked.

The European continent is currently in utter chaos, with refugees, gangs, and cults running rampant. The intertwined confrontation between left-wing politicians and the far-right has made every country restless.

Furthermore, with the instigation from both the East and the West, and the covert machinations of America, the "filial daughter" of Europe, this place can be described as a true testing ground.

Ordinary people who originally lived in remote corners became the victims of this turmoil and the struggle for interests.

Just like the women who appeared in the "concentration camps," they were the price of someone's ambition.

“But even these people living in endless despair will nurture countless beautiful flowers of willpower!” Bai Yang said. He could sense the change in the survivors’ perception of them under Percival’s intervention and Freya’s arrival.

“There aren’t many people in this country who believe in the Norse gods anymore…” Alvin said with some emotion to Bai Yang. “Many people don’t believe in them at all, and only something like this can change their perception!”

The mythology of the Vikings had long since declined. In the Roman era, it was utterly defeated by the mythology of the Greeks and Romans. In the Middle Ages, the Papacy almost completely dominated the mythological system of the entire European continent.

Except for a few regions in Northern Europe, many people are completely unaware of their own race and their own original mythology.

"Then let's make our changes even more drastic!" In order to continue the legacy and to gain more believers on this land, Bai Yang made this decision.

A peculiar flame ignited in his hand; it didn't resemble a flame at all, but rather the slowly burning ambition of someone...

……

With Freya's words, the gang leaders who should have been dead barely survived.

However, this kind of survival comes with even greater suffering!

They lost all their senses; darkness fell before their eyes, silence filled their ears, no more air escaped their nasal passages, and even with their tongues stretched out to their fullest extent, they could not feel anything else. Even their bodies lost all sensation, so these people quickly collapsed to the ground.

After their five senses are shut down, they can't even feel pain, they don't know what they are doing, or whether they have walked or moved.

They don't even know if they're dead or alive. The endless darkness and loneliness can drive them mad in just a few moments.

"Why are you here?" Percival asked curiously, looking at his radiant wife.

“Let’s get out of here first!” Freya glanced at her husband and said, “If I don’t come, you’ll be blown to bits with them!”

Percival laughed and said, "Isn't that wonderful? I will be waiting for your return in Valhalla! At that time, I will be a Heroic Spirit!"

They were all believers in the gods and had witnessed miracles, so they naturally believed in the existence of Valhalla, the Temple of the Heroes.

Freya looked at her husband in surprise. It turned out he hadn't been oblivious; he knew everything...

He knew the difference in their status, so he was fighting desperately, because if they could become heroes in Valhalla after death, they could still meet in the kingdom of God.

At that time, there will be no difference between them; they will be the same!

Freya realized: this man still loved her, just like long ago, when she was still mentally unstable, he still married her, stayed with her despite the gossip, and brought her to the big city.

It wasn't that she was constantly looking for opportunities to improve her husband's future; rather, it was that the two people who loved each other deeply were always moving towards each other!
A smile suddenly appeared on Freya's face, and a tear rolled down her cheek. "If you have such thoughts, tell me..."

Percival strode forward with unparalleled determination. He was a descendant of Vikings, and he already possessed such strength and ability. He would not wait for his wife to take care of him!
His immense strength and unwavering courage gave him the confidence to reach Valhalla through his own efforts! At that time, he would be a Heroic Spirit, and he could truly become the husband of a "witch," rather than a subordinate of the sect he was in now!
Percival quickly reached the concentration camp, looked at the huddled people, the men and women among them, and sighed softly.

"The crisis is over, and you are now free!"

As he spoke, he raised the battle axe in his hand and chopped open the locks on the metal doors, one blow at a time.

The men and women inside walked out one after another, their steps faltering, and then stood quietly in front of him.

This concentration camp was not completely enclosed, but connected to the surrounding square, so many people could clearly see what had just happened, the scene of this "Viking berserker" charging at the group of soldiers with an axe.

They knew the strength of the man before them, and everyone obeyed, fearing that he might still have those pirate habits and might attack them with an axe if he didn't like them.

The legendary Vikings had this kind of character; everyone grew up hearing this story, and no one dared to gamble on the possibility.

But these people were actually a minority in the concentration camp. The majority remained in their rooms, silent, with blank and focused eyes.

Most of these people were women, and women who had suffered extraordinary torment. They were mostly disheveled, beautiful, and pale.

It's easy to guess what kind of inhuman treatment they suffered in this alien camp full of thugs!

This inhuman torture must have lasted for a very long time, so long that they had become numb and oblivious to everything around them.

But this disregard for even freedom still surprised the man.

Percival pulled one of the survivors aside and asked, "What happened to them? Are they unconscious?"

"No!" the survivor quickly said, "These people have been injected with drugs to calm them down and make them obedient when they're with customers!"

The speaker was a short man. Because of his height, he had been living here for a long time without being sold, making him a long-term resident of this area.

Hearing this, Percival clenched his fists. "Injecting drugs just to force them into prostitution? These scumbags!"

He always thought he was thinking about these people with the worst possible perspective, only to find that his own moral shortcomings couldn't even reach the moral ceiling of the other party!
Behind him, Freya walked in. This woman clearly knew more. "In fact, they did much more: human trafficking, organ trafficking, forced prostitution, drug dealing, indiscriminate killings..."

“This street is practically turning into a mosque, and those loudspeakers around are still chanting ‘Allahu Akbar.’ Given these people’s views on women, how can they possibly consider them human beings?”

"Is there really no other way?" Percival said with some difficulty. "These people are all our compatriots, all children of Odin!"

Freya reached out her hand, and in her palm appeared that special blue crystal. "Of course there is. Go, my dear. I will awaken their consciousness, and you will become their savior!"

Percival shook his head. "I have no intention of becoming a savior. I just want them to be able to return to their homes safely!"

"In our view, home is the most important thing, and family is the most precious thing. They have been missing for so long, how desperate must their families be?"

The Vikings' "family" is a tradition passed down from ancient times to the present, and something that everyone upholds.

Blue light spots bloomed with beautiful colors in Freya's hands, passing over each person who was like a walking corpse, and ultimately taking away certain elements from their bodies.

These people, who had experienced immense pain and despair, looked at everything in a daze, and saw a man with a bare upper body holding an axe, whose voice cleaved through their confusion!

"O people of Odin, descendants of the Vikings! Do not be confused, do not hesitate, follow me! I will take you... home!"

As the Viking warriors emerged from the light, the story that seemed to originate from their very bloodline was finally being revealed, little by little…

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