From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 177 The Path of a Hero

"We've failed! Prepare to evacuate!" A few minutes later, Olafell and Torre, who were with a group of agents, received this message.

Upon hearing this news, the agents immediately stood up, packed their belongings, and prepared to leave.

Olafell was left with a look of surprise.

The 25-year-old doctoral student looked at the crowd in front of him in a daze, listening to their words, feeling somewhat at a loss.

What does it mean to say, "Since we cannot fight back for the time being, let's hand over the city to them first"?
And what does it mean to "delay the time at the cost of this city"?
Is the capital of their own country, with so many people living here, really just a “trivial price” in the eyes of these people?

Even before leaving, the man named Gao extended a special invitation to the two of them: "On behalf of America, I extend to you the highest honors! If you are willing to go to America, you can choose any city in the country at will, and each of you will receive a reward of fifty million US dollars!"

“I can even take you all with me. We will cross the Arctic Ocean from Keflavik Air Base and return to the land of civilization!”

Upon hearing this, Olafur felt that the irony was overwhelming!
"You are a civilized country, so is our place a barbaric region?"

He originally thought that this seemingly kind "Mr. Gao" was a patient, responsible, and capable candidate for a great power!
In retrospect, he was just a hypocrite with a grand facade. After realizing that things were hopeless, he chose to leave and protect himself.

This greatly disappointed Olafel, who asked the other party unwillingly, "Mr. Gao, this country has more than 300,000 people. Are you just going to watch them ravage under the wings of a dragon?"

Gao seemed taken aback upon hearing this. He turned to look at the young man, who was said to be a "descendant of the dragon slayer," and said, "Mr. Olafell, we are Americans. Our people have already sacrificed two pilots and two F-15s for you. Don't you think that's enough?"

"So what do you think we should do? Get all our great lads on the front lines fighting the enemy?"

This rhetorical question left Olafur speechless.

It seems to make some sense? But something seems off. He's young and can't find any errors.

"You can come back with me, and I guarantee your safety and future status!" Gao extended the invitation again.

One of these two possesses ancient books, and the other is rumored to have a dragon-slaying suit. If we take them back, they might become figures similar to Leon Rankoc or Chris Lane. It's worth investing in.

“I’m not going. This is my country, this is my city. I’m not going anywhere!” Olafel shouted, seemingly reaffirming his resolve, yet also hoping these people would change their minds.

Since they value themselves so much, they might consider following my opinion and investing some more resources.
This kind of mentality, which is unbelievable to residents of many large countries, is a common mindset among people of many small and sparsely populated countries, after all, this is the kind of education they receive!
Hearing his student say such things, Professor Torre looked at the child with pity and sighed softly.

"What happened today is far more effective than my words of teaching!"

Sure enough, after hearing Olafel's words, Gao didn't even hesitate. He waved his hand and called over two men to help him into the car.

The people America wants, they have to come, whether they want to or not!
Looking at the two people beside him, and then at Professor Torre who was being helped into the car with him, Olaf felt as if his life and worldview had suffered a major blow!
The "beacon of humanity" that had been promoted in their country for decades, and which they had believed in for just as long, revealed their reality, their baseness, and their domineering nature in just a few minutes.

“I’m not leaving!” Olafell shouted, but the two agents beside him did not react and continued to support him.

This enraged him beyond measure. A surge of immense power suddenly welled up within him, and he forcefully shoved the two people beside him away. "I told you, I'm not leaving!"

He shouted, his body trembling uncontrollably, staring intently at Gao, and demanded, "Mr. Gao, aren't we allies? As allies, shouldn't we help each other?"

"Why do you want to leave here? Why do you think that the hundreds of thousands of people in Iceland are just an insignificant price to pay?"

His questions were pointed, but none of the agents from various countries seemed inclined to answer them.

Everyone was busy and wanted to return to a safe place so they could report the situation to their superiors, which also demonstrated their abandonment of the country.

At the national level, this is quite normal, since everyone understands the interplay of interests. However, for individuals, this is completely unacceptable!
In Olafur's eyes, this city is his hometown! It is where he was born and raised, the place where he grew up, and the hometown he can never forget.

The burning city before him was his home, and the people crying out in the flames were his compatriots…

He could only sit in the car, far away from the city, watching the dragon continue to roam freely in the sky, unleashing its powerful flames as it continued its journey toward the bank!

A strange flame ignited in his chest, fueled by resentment, unwillingness, and bitterness. He now realized that seeking help from such a great power was a pipe dream; what he truly needed was his own awakening!

"Stop the car! I want to...get out!" Olaf shouted. His fear and inferiority complex were burned away by the raging fire in his heart. He was no longer in that state; he only had endless rage!

Of course, no one in the car listened to him, so he gathered all his strength and kicked the car door hard!
"Bang!" The terrifying force kicked the car door open, sending the metal hinges flying out along with it!

The convoy, which was still moving forward, was forced to stop for this reason.

Everyone stopped and stared at Olafell, who had broken free of his restraints and was now filled with rage. The agents had already drawn their guns and were pointing them at him.

This young man is no longer the helpless person he was just now; he has been tainted with something else.

“Olavell Thorsen, what are you going to do?” Austin asked nervously, because he sensed a familiar atmosphere, which was very similar to the superhumans he had encountered before.

Was it his bad luck or his boss's bad luck? This man has evolved again? Was it another accident involving a superhuman?

Olafur gazed at them, his eyes no longer showing tension and anxiety, but rather a newfound confidence.

He didn't even look at the guns aimed at him, but stared intently at the sky, a special power emanating from within spreading through his body!

“I felt the call of my bloodline, I felt the voice of my ancestors: they were telling me that if I didn’t want to see this ending, I should change it!”

"Olaville said, then opened his hand, and a red dragon scale appeared in his palm.

The next second, the dragon scales melted away, transforming into a complete set of red dragon armor that covered his body.

And in his hand, a two-handed greatsword appeared at some point, slicing through the ground with a "sizzling" metallic clang as he walked!
He walked forward step by step, and with each step, his body seemed to grow heavier. By the time he walked out of the street, his body had become incredibly solid and his physique incredibly strong!

Against the backdrop of armor and a greatsword, the ordinary-looking boy appeared so tall and imposing!
Ancient songs flowed from his lips, and the falling snow seemed to pave his way forward. At this moment, the ancient dragon slayer seemed to have appeared in a new era:
When the dragon's shadow crushes the wheat fields of the border region
He pulled the star-embedded spine from the furnace—

'A blade tempered by the ashes of our fathers!'
Tonight, let us drink our fill of Fafnir's poison!

The sharp edge of the longsword reflected the charred dome of the old homeland.

Behind him:

The mother, whose breast milk had dried up, clutched the frosty wheat ears tightly.

A child with sunken eye sockets clutched a broken pottery jar.

Ancient songs sing of the simplest truths, and a mighty warrior walks alone in the eyes of the crowd!
In the dim light of dawn, the warrior in red armor, like a flame, marched toward the enormous dragon, just as the poem had described!
The hero who slays the dragon does so not for anyone else, but only for the orphans, the poor, the homeless, and their fellow countrymen on this land!

“When everyone thinks it’s impossible to win, but you believe in yourself and achieve victory, that’s the path to becoming a hero!” Professor Torre Eric said slowly. “Go forward, child, your ancestors were heroes of the Vikings, and now, you are a hero of this country and nation!”

(End of this chapter)