Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

"Of course."

Neil turned and answered.

"Just as you see, I can extract the runic power from the behemoth and use it."

"I'm sorry for keeping this from Miss Slude all this time, but because of your honesty, I feel that I don't need to hide it anymore."

"After all, we're all in the same boat now. Hiding and concealing our true intentions to fight against external enemies won't help, and it will only increase the risk of capsizing."

He said this with a calm expression.

He spoke very eloquently on the surface.

But of course, his nerves and muscles were tense as he finished speaking.

Although I knew it might be useless, I was still prepared to turn around and run away immediately.

His mind was racing, communicating with the four arrow towers so they could fire to support him at any moment if things went wrong.

As a victim forced to Winterfell by the Aesir, Neil harbored some degree of wariness and repulsion.

But he also knew that the Aesir were the ones with unfathomable darkness, and that Slud was innocent.

This is how I feel about spending this time together.

Moreover, since the other party has taken the initiative to provide assistance at their own risk, I really feel embarrassed to keep it to myself.

He's not that bad.

Slud remained silent.

She looked intently at Neil, then at the arrow tower behind him.

As a deity, she had very keen senses; even without turning her head, she could detect the two arrow towers behind her poised to fire.

Moreover, the other party mentioned the word "rune" in their words, which they had previously avoided mentioning.

Clearly, this mortal whom he had previously "overprotected" was hiding much more than he knew.

Her expression was complicated, but she didn't react, as if she was thinking about something.

After a long while, her brows relaxed, and she chuckled.

"One boat, one boat... I see, there really is no better metaphor."

"I didn't expect you to be so insightful. Even if you were resistant, you still took the initiative to expose yourself like this."

"Indeed, although we have different stances, things are as they are now, so let's keep everything simple and direct, and there shouldn't be any secrets!"

This Valkyrie was stunningly beautiful and had received a divine education. Even when she was suffering, she remained very dignified and observed all the proper etiquette.

But at this moment, she disregarded all formalities and laughed loudly and unrestrainedly.

It seems that because of Neil, the depression he had been experiencing was completely dispelled.

The human and the god looked at each other and smiled. Although they didn't say anything more about the topic, they could both feel that the distance between them had narrowed.

For the next half day, Neil continued building Winterfell, and with more freedom to work, his efficiency improved significantly.

After building the new arrow tower, he had 133 resource points, but killing the three giant eagles gave him another 300 resource points.

Those three were all level 3 behemoths, and because of their race, they provided a very generous amount of resource points.

Build, inscribe runes, fish, bait, build, inscribe runes, fish...

Slud also offered advice from the sidelines. As a Valkyrie, she had profound insights into battlefield layout, including suggestions on how to combine and use runes.

Under her meticulous guidance, the defenses on Winterfell Island were rapidly improved.

And so, time passed.

Evening has arrived.

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"I've already helped you so much, please let me go!"

"At least after sacrificing this island, exile me here and let me fend for myself, that's fine too!"

On the eastern side of Winterfell Island, a hundred meters from the coast, a giant ship slowly approached.

On the deck, inside a suspended iron cage, Torul gripped the railing tightly and screamed hoarsely.

Through the gaps, he could see the crew members coming and going.

Each one was more than twice his height compared to his mortal self, and their heterochromatic skin and the constant pressure they exuded suppressed his mind.

Normally he wouldn't dare to speak up, but in order to survive, he had to muster up his courage and take the initiative to negotiate.

He was the king of a country, or at least he once was. He lived a life of luxury, enjoying fine clothes and food, and was worshipped by all people. He would also occasionally go abroad with foreign maids for wild sex, living a very happy life.

Until the Evil Dragon Pirates descended and bloodily destroyed his country, and when he returned from the battle, he coincidentally bumped into the pirate crew who were about to leave.

The maid was silenced on the spot. Torul was not going to escape either, but he discovered that the maid's body had mysteriously disappeared after she died.

His knowledge of mythology, stemming from his royal status, told him it must be related to sacrifices, so he immediately chose to become a guide and defect to the royal family.

Using their royal status and knowledge of the surrounding areas to assist in hunting, many mortal kingdoms perished much faster as a result.

Having people familiar with the surrounding area allowed this pirate crew to repeatedly conceal their tracks and evade Valhalla's pursuit.

Torul once harbored the delusion that the pirate crew would be wiped out sooner or later.

Then I will be free and return to God's embrace as a believer.

But he underestimated the terror of the Evil Dragon Pirates.

Even when faced with attacks from heroic spirits, they can handle them with ease.

Even with his "assistance," the evil dragon grew stronger and stronger, constantly turning the tide and killing wave after wave of heroic spirits.

Among those heroic spirits were many powerful ones. Torul remembered one particularly formidable fellow who wore golden armor and shimmered all over, and could constantly draw his weapon to launch attacks.

But he still couldn't escape the pirate crew's clutches and was killed by a headshot.

After annihilating the seven-man heroic spirit army and sacrificing them to the Blood Rune, the pirate crew felt they needed to lay low for a while and began wandering around the remote icy sea.

As a "meritorious official," Torul was treated with great respect in his early years, enjoying lavish meals and occasionally having fun with the prisoners before the sacrifice.

But it had no use in this deserted area, and soon it was locked in an iron cage and used as a pet for amusement. This kind of life made him feel very miserable.

Hearing his shouts, the crew members on deck stopped what they were doing and looked at him with amusement and mockery.

"Oh right, so you're still here." A cold voice suddenly reached Torul's ears.

The captain's cabin door in the center of the deck creaked open, and a figure taller and more ornately dressed than the other half-giants stepped out.

The moment they saw Killian, all the crew members looked away and went back to work, even those who were idle quickly pretended to be very busy.

Torul also trembled violently as a more intense pressure than that of the other half-giants rushed towards him, causing him to immediately prostrate himself on his knees.

He hadn't seen the ship's leader for a long time.

This made him tense all over, but a glimmer of hope also rose in his heart, thinking that there was finally some room for negotiation, and that he could survive.

He was, after all, royalty, and had seen countless people. He knew how many exotic beauties had fallen into his arms because of his eloquence.

As long as you can persuade the other party!

He felt an overwhelming surge of courage, but before he could speak, a frenzied pressure began to press down on him from all sides.

Pfft!

This former mortal king, along with his iron cage, was easily crushed into an iron ball.

Then, it was carelessly tossed aside.

As a half-giant, the Kyrian had no interest in mortals.

They've even forgotten about it; their current actions are simply too noisy, no different from swatting flies.

His attention is now focused on Winterfell Island.

"After this period of sacrifice, the rune has accumulated a lot of power. If we sacrifice another uninhabited island, the quality of the rune may be upgraded by one level."

"At that time, even if there are real gods, we will be able to deal with them. We won't need to hide anymore, and we will be able to launch a counterattack back to the inland."

Just thinking about it made Killian smile.

As he approached the shore, he was about to instruct his crew to prepare for the sacrifice when he suddenly heard a crew member speak with surprise:

"Captain, something's not right on the island."

"There seems to be a sign posted on the shore?"