From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 179 A Plea Worth Everything
It seemed like just a few words, but they caused a dramatic change in Olafur's fighting strength!

He could feel something originating from his bloodline slowly reviving; that special power was being transmitted from his heart to his limbs—the power of the gods.

To put it more clearly, that is the power of Odin!
This hero has the blood of the King of Gods flowing in his veins; even if the bloodline is sparse, it is still the blood of the King of Gods!

(The claim that Sigurd was a descendant of Odin's offspring is actually quite accurate.)
As courage and fearlessness surged within him, Olafell could clearly feel the almost instinctive power surging forth from his body!

"Yes, that's right. As Odin's son, we should protect the people of the gods!"

The echoes left by Sigurd seemed to still resonate in his ears, and that ancient power was gradually reviving his will.

On the battlefield, this means the moment when the dragon slayer's sharp edge is unleashed!
His body began to swell, his eyes became resolute, and the greatsword in his hand, catalyzed by his will, gradually surged with a blood-red power—the blood stained from slaying monsters of the dragon race!
This crimson power transformed in his hand into a blood-red spear, which he hurled in an instant, piercing through the dragon's wing in the blink of an eye.

"Aow!" A terrifying howl was accompanied by an even deeper fear. By the time the dragon realized it was injured, it was already pinned to the ground, with no possibility of rising again.

Meanwhile, the dragon slayer, after slowly landing on the ground, dragged his greatsword and approached the giant dragon step by step!

"Roar!" The monster formed from greed had long lost its own will, leaving only the simplest greedy eyes. But it was precisely because of this pure greed that it appeared even more brutal!
It tore at its own wings with all its might, and amidst the dripping blood, it ripped them open, and through this cruelty, it regained its freedom.

The dragon, dragging its body, stood on the ground, continuing its battle as a four-legged monster!
The battle is still about to break out, but this time the advantages and disadvantages have been completely reversed in the clash just now!

Fear appeared in the eyes of the behemoth, but in the eyes of the dragon slayer, there was only boiling fighting spirit!
"Come forth, you beast that spews forth golden hell!"
Let's see if we can melt through this breastplate forged from frozen soil!

Olaf shouted loudly, as if he were a warrior who had crossed over from ancient times, bathed in dragon blood, wielding a greatsword, and charging at the dragon once again!
As if responding to his roar, the dragon, after a moment of silence, opened its mouth towards the powerful dragon slayer!

A whisper rippled through its throat, and the aura of sulfur in its mouth continued to gather and rise. As Olafel charged toward it, its chest contracted violently!
"Take a deep breath... It's coming!" Someone in the audience said, and everyone's hearts jumped. Then they watched as the dragon opened its mouth and flames raged out!

"Bang!" The buildings in the distance were ignited by this dragon's breath, and the dragon slayer was buried in the flames, his figure no longer visible.

But for some reason, everyone seemed to think that he wouldn't get into trouble!

Sure enough, a chant came:
"Every dandelion in the Vigrid meadow is proof!"
My spine is now pierced by the boundary marker of dragon's blood!

A greatsword emerged from the fire, carrying the person behind it, and together they charged out of the flames. Their steady and resolute figures gave the onlookers a silent shock!
He cleaved the flames with his sword, and his red dragon armor was also ignited in the fire, burning his body like a torch.

Then, the flames were quickly absorbed by the armor, and the dragon-slaying hero stood before the dragon, plunging his sword into its head just as it was about to attack again.

The curse carried by the holy sword destroyed the opponent's brain nerves almost the moment it was inserted, causing the dragon to collapse with a hum!

This dragon, born from a curse, will eventually die on the cursed sword, and the hero who slays the dragon will ultimately continue his mission!
At this moment, all eyes were on this place. They looked at the hero who slayed the dragon, and at the dragon lying on the ground, as if they thought the story was over...

Then, everyone's attention shifted from the dragon and the dragon slayer to their surroundings.

All around were ruins, rubble, scorched remains, and a destroyed city, proclaiming the horror of disaster to everyone.

Meanwhile, in the live streamer's room, who was standing on a high place, the chat was flooded with messages: "Streamer, the bank has been broken into. Do you think there might still be some money and gold left inside?"

"Yeah, there must be gold inside, right? If we took one, we'd be rich!"

"Yeah, the city is so chaotic right now, no one should be able to see it, right?"

The emotion called "greed" spread throughout the live stream almost instantly, making many viewers eager to act!
However, these restless thoughts were extinguished by a single sentence from the streamer: "What are you thinking? There are at least a hundred live streams from Reykjavik today, all focused on this place. If they want to arrest people later, do you think anyone can escape?"

His words were like a bucket of cold water poured on everyone's hearts, completely extinguishing their hopes!

Desire comes and goes quickly, like a flash of light, surging fiercely, yet vanishing in an instant... It is the lingering echo of greed, yet also the clearest note of a realist, extinguishing the final desire through the words of a wise man!

None of the observers were as close to the battlefield as Professor Torre. He was almost across the ruins and had reached Olafel's side, which was the true core area of ​​the battlefield.

"The moment the holy sword pierced through the jawbone and shattered..."

The dragon's skull transformed into an everlasting beacon tower in the northern border.

And his fractured metacarpal bone was buried deep inside.

Spring wheat breaks through the scorched earth, kissing the dawn!

He chanted ancient songs, but his eyes shone with an even brighter light, confirming that in the area where the dragon had fallen and the longsword had been tested, he could clearly see that beneath the ancient strata, a green hue was indeed emerging!

Isn't this a concrete manifestation of the ancient Viking warrior's proverb, "Hide your sharpness in the winter snow, and wait for spring to ignite a prairie fire"?

These poems from the past are being passed down here, becoming a reality before our eyes. This has brought tears to the eyes of the old professor who has studied geology all his life.

"How wonderful...how wonderful...this is our stuff...this is our story, just like Andersen's fairy tales, an indelible mark rooted in our memories..."

"Torre sighed."

As one of the few truly "awakened" individuals in a small, sparsely populated country, he experienced immense suffering.

Because he truly witnessed the vastness of the world and saw everything a powerful nation should be capable of. But behind him was not a nation that could support his faith and hopes, but a fragmented Nordic country whose courage and ambition had been eroded by the great powers, and whose region had been divided according to plan.

Therefore, he could only pour his passion into his research, letting his spirit be buried by the passage of time.

It's like that boy who longed to be a hero, whose true self was eventually erased.

But now, Torre Eric suddenly saw in Olafell, the dragon slayer and his student, the hope for the rise of his race!

The old man looked at all this, and at the flames around him, and suddenly seemed to understand something. He took out the history book from his pocket.

The book he took out of the cave was less a history book and more a mythological tale.

The book recounts the entire process of the Germanic gods' rise to power and their eventual descent into Ragnarok, which is largely consistent with the stories they already knew, offering little in the way of the novel.

The only relatively novel aspect might be the songs, prayers, and rituals mentioned above—things that seemed like casual notes, but which have now become what he most longs for.

If the eyes of the gods were to fall upon them, and with the support of "young and promising talents" like Olafur, could their nation also stand tall among the nations of the world?

If they were even more greedy, could they continue to expand their territory and return to their former position as the dominant power in Northern Europe?
Even to reclaim the power belonging to the Scandinavians and spread their faith once again throughout the Pan-Germanic region?

With these thoughts in mind, Torre opened the last page of the book, which contained a short prayer to the King of the Gods, consisting of only one paragraph.

He seemed to be possessed, softly reciting that prayer:
"You are the father of the mist weavers, the embodiment of wisdom, and the one who hangs the nine nights!"
At this moment! I swear by Your single eye, which has drunk from the fountain of wisdom—

Let my footprints pierce the mist, etching a star map onto the bronze tiles of Valhalla!

This old professor was actually calling out Odin's name directly and asking for his guidance!
The white-haired scholar's plea even caught the attention of Bai Yang, who was already in Italy!
PS: Thank you to "The Serpent of the End Devouring God" for the 1500 Qidian Coins reward. I... sigh, this is my fourth 10,000-coin reward. Four chapters again today...

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