From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 89 The Devout Believer's Reward (Bonus Chapter for a 10,000 Yuan Bounty)

Bai Yang could sense the root cause of this incident.

Fragments of divinity are manifestations of the power of gods. In the past, fragments of divinity might only have a slight echo, such as Caroline's fragment.

After all, at that time, he only had a little bit of divine power, so the only ability of that fragment was to emit light.

Now, with Bai Yang's growth and the influx of divine power and willpower, even though he has not ascended to the position of the God of Lies, he has still shaped certain changes through this divine status.

Even the world has been changed, so naturally, the divine status has also changed.

The effect of this change is the "ice sculpture" in front of us, or rather, the ice sculpture formed by the power of the woman's wishes after the ritual.

The power of willpower is something that already exists, which is why Bai Yang was able to absorb it, and that makes sense.

She appears mentally unstable, which, in a sense, is because her mental strength is too great, leading to a physical imbalance.

Bai Yang reached out and picked up the fragment, feeling the changes inside, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

"This family of four actually used this fragment to complete a simple sacrificial ritual? And the object of their sacrifice was Odin?"

In the memories given to him by the fragments of divinity, Bai Yang could clearly see that special ritual and the constant prayers that followed.

Under such prayer, the deity received some blessing of the power of the will, and in this icy and snowy environment, the power of the will evolved autonomously!
"Ah, if it weren't for the things happening in the US, which are related to the next step of Shenhuo, I would really like to stay here and watch this new system be developed!" Bai Yang couldn't help but complain.

Alvin asked curiously, "Your Majesty, do you already have an idea?"

Bai Yang didn't speak, but gently waved his hand, and his willpower filled the house, turning it into a closed cage.

"It's not that I have ideas, it's that this lady already had ideas!"

"Perhaps, on this continent we don't visit often, we can give her a little more freedom!"

When Bai Yang sensed the divine aura emanating from Percival, he thought he had found the right person.

But now it seems that the woman in front of him, named Freya Carlson, is the one he's looking for!

……

in the room.

After experiencing ups and downs, the family of four sat back down in their room and stared at the ice sculpture in front of them.

This is an African American, with dark skin and a grotesque expression on his face.

Based on their understanding of refugees, this should be a descendant of refugees from near Somalia who came to Sweden around the 1990s.

“What did he want when he came in?” Percival asked.

Although the other party had been turned into an ice sculpture, seemingly frozen by a "mysterious" force, Percival, as the head of the family, still had no intention of letting him go.

Freya shook her head. "I don't know. My two daughters and I were studying in our room when we heard him banging on the door. I told my daughters to hide first, and then I grabbed my battle axe and prepared to fight him!"

The woman was still holding her axe, which made Percival somewhat helpless. "There's no danger now, darling. Can we put this thing down?"

"No!" Upon hearing her husband's words, Freya shook her head decisively. "It's dangerous here. I must ensure your safety and the children's safety!"

Percival placed the gun on top of the wardrobe, making sure the two children couldn't reach it, before sitting down next to his wife and taking her hand.

"My dear, it's not dangerous now, put him down! In the name of my god Odin!"

Hearing him say that, Freya slowly put down her battle axe and embraced the man. "I'm sorry, darling... I... I didn't want to!" she suddenly cried, and the man held her tightly against his back.

The two hugged each other, and the two little girls came over and hugged them back, embracing and crying.

Percival was Freya's husband, and he knew, of course, that his wife's biggest problem was her mental instability.

Even before her family moved from Stockholm to Malmö, she was often verbally abused and called "the cursed daughter of a witch."

Because her family is the oldest Germanic family, still fishing by the sea, they are out of place in the modern city.

No wonder, in this country where Christians are prevalent and ancient myths have been shattered, who would still keep the ancient vows and continue to worship the gods of the Norse?
But Percival chose this woman because of love, and accepted her "mental instability," even choosing to worship and sacrifice to the Norse gods with her in this city.

In the city, this is certainly considered a very unconventional act, but he was willing to do it and bear the criticism because she was his lover!
"My dear, don't cry! Isn't this what you've always dreamed of? The gods you've always believed in have finally brought results, haven't they?"

“Yes!” Freya said, looking down. She seemed much happier. “This is the faith of our tribe. My father told me that if our tribe can no longer believe in the gods, then the gods will truly be forgotten!”

"I don't want this. This is the belief of our race, the belief of the Germanic people!"

"These beliefs were with us when we were pirates at sea and fighting against the Romans!"

“Now that we have settled on land, they have all begun to believe in Christ, while we who fish by the sea still hold on to the ancient traditions!”

"We are Vikings, we are Germanic, we are inhabitants of Northern Europe, and we are the natives of Midgard!"

“My father told me that in those days we lived among giants and elves, dwarves helped us make tools, and dragons were our mounts!”

She suddenly raised her head and spoke her heart to her husband, “Many people have told me that all of this is fake, and many people by the sea have given up their faith. They have even built churches by the sea!”

"But I still believe this isn't fake, that the gods exist. They call me crazy, they call me mentally unstable!"

"But these are our gods! They are meant to exist, aren't they?"

In her eyes, a fierce light seemed to be shining, as if some special power was flashing, making her completely different from before.

Percival quickly reassured her, "From now on, no one will question you anymore! This power is real, which means our mythology is not just mythology, but true history!"

Freya walked up to the blue crystal, slowly knelt down, and revealed a look of inexplicable longing.
"Odin, the one-eyed wise man!"
Your gaze, etched with the tip of your spear, marks the runes.
Piercing through the mist-shrouded Niflheim—

Let the wings of the raven guide our longship.
May the horns of Valhalla resound throughout Midgard!

She uttered the prayers she had recited countless times, those ancient and timeless words, chanting them out bit by bit!
As the woman chanted, the crystal, which already emitted a faint blue light, slowly rose up and came to Freya, showering her with blue magical light!
A peculiar voice whispered in their ears—a languid male voice:

"Hmm... I felt the peaceful chanting, it was the voice of believers!"

Upon hearing this, the two immediately looked up at the crystal before them. Blue light converged before them, transforming into a black raven.

"God of the Scepter, Almighty Father, have heard your call, young witch!" It opened its mouth and spoke in human language, transforming into real and undeniable power. "The gods are reviving, Asgard is awakening, and Yggdrasil is raising its branches. Before the gods choose to destroy the world, your call has reached the ears of the King of Gods!"

"Now, He will grant you the power of the Three Springs, allowing you to remain in Midgard and become the source of faith for the gods!"

"The God-King's first command is to restore the sacrifices of the gods, find the believers of the gods, and banish all heretics who do not believe in the gods from Midgard!"

The first command from the raven, from the gods, seemed to bring an echo as powerful as a storm!

Thunder roared through the space outside as he spoke!
"Boom!"

　This chapter is the bonus chapter for the first 10,000-reward chapter, my drafts are down by 1, sob sob.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)