From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 168 A Story About Slaying a Dragon
This is undoubtedly Bai Yang's masterpiece.

He stood at the edge of the area, watching the enthusiasm, curiosity, and anticipation displayed by the group of people, and nodded with satisfaction.

This group of people contributed their willpower almost immediately, which is also a benefit of the world atmosphere he has recently created.

The extraordinary is no longer a "pseudo-noun," but has become a "real attribute" that is truly believed by everyone. No matter who it is, when they see the extraordinary, they will feel that it is real. This is the power of word-of-mouth.

Of course, the fact that this led to the proliferation of extraordinary scammers worldwide is another story.

Scammers don't exist because there are many scammers; rather, they exist because there are many fools.

As we all know, there are too many fools, so there aren't enough swindlers to go around, making this a problem unsolvable unless there are no fools in the world.

Alvin asked Bai Yang curiously, "Your Majesty, are you going to conduct another round of people's heart selection?"

"Hmm!" Bai Yang nodded. "Yes, it's still the same familiar process of screening people's hearts. If they're not greedy, this will be a very good adventure. But if they are greedy... hmm, there's something waiting for them too!"

Alvin shrugged. "I think you should probably skip the screening next time. With so many people, it's impossible for everyone to be completely non-greedy!"

"It's not impossible. As long as the leader can control the others, it's possible!" Bai Yang said. "If they can't control them, then they should all share the same fate!"

“Your will!” Alvin bowed his head, indicating that you were right.

Bai Yang looked at the professors, teachers, and students, his eyes narrowing slightly. "This is also a kind of reckoning, a reckoning that only the greedy will be stirred up!"

"In America, those old thieves who never die are the ones who get punished, and this time, I'm really looking forward to seeing who will be eager to come and pay the price!"

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"The professor... he really can understand it!" Everyone was astonished!
"Professor Eric is not only a geology expert, but also a specialist in paleoanthropology. He has excavated the skulls of Homo sapiens and Homo habilis, and has also excavated many Viking tombs in Northern Europe!" someone said.

Olafur casually explained, "Runic script was the most important script to learn in ancient times! It could reveal the life and experiences of nobles at that time. Your teacher started learning it very early on!"

"Because this kind of learning often yields historical confirmation, rather than needing to wait for confirmation from others!"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in understanding. "Oh, I see..."

As expected of a master, he didn't want to wait for others to confirm his knowledge, so he learned it himself directly. That's ruthless!

At this moment, Professor Torre slowly walked towards this mysterious space as the stone wall opened.

Seeing this, no one wanted to fall behind, so they quickly followed.

This is extraordinary! Even if they don't have any opportunities, they still want to go and see the wonder. Besides, who knows?

We are all human. If others can access the extraordinary, they might be able to as well!
The group walked for a few more minutes through the stone passage until they reached a larger cave, where they felt a sense of openness and tranquility.

A stone door appeared before them. Professor Torre, ever bold, walked at the front, observing everything around him, before slowly pushing open the door.

"Hey, didn't you guys notice? We're clearly walking in the mountains, but we don't even have flashlights. Where is this light coming from?" one of the teachers suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned. Yes, this was a stone cave with no lights or skylights. How could they see so clearly?

They subconsciously looked around and realized that the stone walls beside them were emitting a very gentle light, which they had not noticed at all!
“Not only that, there’s no wind in this cave, which means the air isn’t circulating, yet we don’t feel any discomfort…” Olafell said, “Is this also a mysterious force?”

The group exchanged glances, their ambition and anticipation suddenly giving way to a new level of caution, before continuing to move forward.

"Professor!" Olafel called out as he stepped into the space, but suddenly froze.

He saw Torre standing there, staring at the wall in front of him, and on the wall, a huge dragon head was staring straight at them! Yes, it was a dragon head, the legendary head of a dragon, so clear, so complete, as if it were alive, staring at them, making their hearts skip a beat!
That feeling of a myth descending into reality appeared incredibly clearly before everyone!

"My God!" came the first thing an American woman exclaimed as she entered, before being stopped. "This is the territory of the Norse gods. You start calling them God like that? Do you think they don't exist?"

The recent news about the Norse gods has been making headlines, and of course they all know about it!
The young student reluctantly shut up, but he still didn't lower his head. Instead, he continued to stare at the dragon head in front of him, unwilling to look away.

This is the head of a black dragon. The lifelike head, with its metallic scales and eyes like copper bells, instills fear in everyone who sees it, followed by amazement!

"Professor!" Olafel was still calling out to Torre.

"I never imagined that the dragon, which has been the subject of so much debate, actually existed!" Torre's voice slowly rang out, drawing everyone's attention upwards. "Unfortunately, it's already dead!"

"Dead?" Upon hearing this, a student mustered his courage and stood up, taking a curious step closer. "Professor, how did you know?"

"Because someone said these things!" Torre pointed to the characters on the wall. The ancient characters engraved there seemed to be runes, twisted and strange, and no one could understand them.

Torre knew they wouldn't understand, so he said, "These are Orphion and Derian. We killed the black dragon, but we can't escape its curse."

Torre not only read the text in English, but also in ancient language. He felt that these runes were not just for writing and recording!

As he guessed correctly, and as the words were read aloud, the enormous dragon head slowly retreated before their eyes, along with the walls of the room.

A larger space appeared before them, accompanied by even more dazzling light and the appearance of two figures!
Two figures with peculiar appearances emerged from the space: one was thick and strong, the other thin but not slender.

"Hahaha, Orphine, I won! We finally got what we were waiting for! Fate didn't deceive us!" the burly figure said, but then noticed the utterly blank stares of the group of people before him and seemed somewhat confused. "Hey... why aren't they saying anything?"

“It’s obvious, because times have changed, they can’t understand our language anymore!” the thin figure said, a glimmer of light appearing in his hand and pouring down into the space.

"I've deciphered their language system, and now they should be able to understand us!" The tall, thin figure waved his hand again. The two, who were originally illusory projections of light, actually transformed into real, tangible bodies in front of the group of professors and students!

"Witchcraft helped us learn your language. We are so glad to have your arrival, humans!"

"What are you doing...?" The group of people were so frightened that they dared not speak. Although they guessed that it was a supernatural event, how could it be so extraordinary?
These two don't look human at all!
One was a thin, slender creature with glowing white skin and what appeared to be runes on its body; the other was very burly, with a waist that seemed to be wider than its height, and incredibly thick legs and feet, clearly a powerful and strong man.

“Ophion, the Light Elf,” the skinny man said.

“Drian, the dwarf,” the fat man said.

Upon hearing these two words, everyone finally realized what was going on. The rise of Norse mythology was still fresh in everyone's minds, so the two fantastical creatures from mythology in front of them didn't seem so hard to understand—or so they thought!
Their hearts were in their throats, you know. It sounds reasonable to talk about this, but once you experience it firsthand, you'll know just how tense it is.

These two were clearly very powerful beings, and those who were intelligent had even recalled Professor Torre's words, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the two.

These two are the ones who killed a giant dragon!

The only one who remained relatively calm was Professor Torre Eric. He stood calmly before the two and asked curiously, "I heard you say you were cursed by the black dragon, but you two look like..."

Upon hearing this, the two burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! In reality, we've already died, only our souls remain, and we haven't even gone to Helheim yet!"

"Because we must fulfill our vow, and wait here for the arrival of that king's descendant..."

At this moment, their gazes passed through the crowd and landed on Olafell. They smiled and said, "We've finally waited for you, descendant of Sigurd, descendant of the dragon slayer!"

All eyes were now on Olafell, which surprised him.

(End of this chapter)