Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

Time passed, and on the morning after the Evil Dragon Pirates were destroyed, Neil resumed his daily tasks.

Fried fish.

call out!call out!call out!

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

Bake! Bake! Bake!

Nordic cod...

Through continuous operations, hundreds of enormous fish and beasts, either charred or electrocuted, have been hauled up in the large net and piled up into a mountain.

Looking at the harvest that was three or four meters taller than him, Neil couldn't help but sigh. Although he had used rune buildings before, his harvest was never this abundant.

However, after the battle with the evil dragon, he had made significant changes to Winterfell. What were originally just a few arrow towers in a remote corner are now scattered throughout the island.

Not only on the east and west sides, but also in other directions where resources are plentiful, to increase the strike range and expand the "viewpoint" to guard against invasions from all angles.

Although the forest has not yet fully expanded to the entire island, and the newly built arrow tower is on wasteland, the quality of the construction gives him confidence that he doesn't need to overly conceal it.

Furthermore, he has already obtained the corresponding blueprint, and if necessary, he can directly cover the woodland at the location of the arrow tower.

"Without the arrival of the evil dragon, this position could not have been built to this extent."

"You could say that crisis can also be an opportunity; war can spur productivity growth."

Neil felt a bit emotional and wistful, but if he had to choose again, he definitely wouldn't want a crisis to come and would rather live a peaceful life.

Unfortunately, Norse mythology is full of wars, so if one wants to live a life like a plant, one can only continue to build and improve one's territory.

Collecting his thoughts, Neil looked back at the pile of harvest.

Instead of reaching out to touch and directly reclaim it, the mind turned, connecting with the newly acquired building.

[Blueprint: Soul Sacrifice Monument Lv2]

[Function: Amplify and heal subordinates within the range]

[Required Rune: Sacrifice Lv2]

[Resources required: 100]

[Required Faith Points: 5000]

The new structure is a stone monument, five meters high and two meters wide, with a dark blue-black body and densely engraved blood-red characters in the middle, which looks quite awe-inspiring.

In Neil's perception, the rune was only level two, but like the sun and stars, it contained energy far exceeding that of other runes of the same level.

After being activated, the sacrificial stele suddenly flickered, and waves of bloody mist emanated from it, covering the harvest hill.

The small hill of harvest "burned" without emitting heat, but it did indeed shrank rapidly at a visible speed.

These materials were offered as sacrifice.

Along the way, the blood-red patterns on the stone tablets became more intense, and the scale of the "sun" slowly grew larger. However, in Neil's perception, it was not a direct absorption of energy, but rather a chemical decomposition process.

As it continues to decompose, the "experience" that constitutes its original form is slowly extracted. This knowledge fills the sacrificial stele, making the runes contained within it gradually complete.

The capacity of the "sun" thus expands, and the energy generated by its decomposition is absorbed by it. Even without subsequent processes, the Soul Offering Stele can operate on its own, just like other runic structures, replenishing the corresponding energy from the space between heaven and earth.

"If we continue to offer sacrifices like we did with the evil dragon, then this building can be continuously upgraded."

As the blood-red color of the stone tablet deepened with absorption, Neil's eyes showed seriousness.

This was made by Slud using pirate flags and divine techniques, as a gift for him.

Although her methods as a Valkyrie were very rough and different from those of the dwarves, and Neil helped out, she eventually managed to create it.

Unlike other buildings, he didn't intend to simply copy one if it broke. Instead, he placed the gift the Valkyrie had given him next to his residence and guarded it day and night, taking great care of it.

after all……

He needs too much faith value; if it breaks, he won't know what to do.

"However, before Slud returns, this Soul-Sacrificing Monument can enhance the combat effectiveness of the position to a certain extent."

"Even if someone of Captain Evil Dragon's level arrives, we should be able to withstand the threat, so there's no need to worry too much."

Neil thought to himself.

In his observation, Captain Evil Dragon, being in the mid-stage of the Heroic Spirit class, combined with the Sacrifice Rune he always carried, had a combat power of around level 18 or 19, which was extremely powerful.

At that level, even if a weaker god were to attack, he could barely withstand it.

If they hadn't used a trick to stall her and allow Slud to absorb the pirate flag's energy to recover, there would have been no way to deal with the situation on the island at that time.

But now, he has also acquired the same means, providing comprehensive enhancements that are enough to greatly increase the power of each building.

Putting everything else aside, if the Evil Dragon Pirates were to invade again, he wouldn't even need arrow towers. He could ensure that they would keep circling around in the forest, falling into pits and losing members one by one, without anyone noticing anything amiss.

Neil was certain in his heart, but when he turned his head, he didn't see the beautiful figure in the white dress following beside him. The corners of his mouth slowly turned down, and he felt a little lonely.

Slud was, after all, an Aesir god, and had the task of laying out plans in the icy sea, so she was already very busy.

Normally, it would be unreasonable for her to linger here for so long.

I was injured before, but now that I've recovered somewhat, I still need to fulfill some obligations, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to my superiors.

"Although I feel a little uneasy about losing a strong helper, building up Winterfell Island was originally my job, and it wouldn't be good to rely too much on others."

"Besides, she said she would come back to visit after completing one or two tasks, so I just need to focus on my own business until then."

Neil muttered to himself, communicating with the arrow tower and the underwater trap, intending to continue blasting fish.

But then a thought struck him, and he turned to look to his right.

His vision was still at the level of an ordinary person, but through the "sharpness" of the communication arrow tower, he could see a single hair falling in the distance like a falcon. At this moment, there was a ship sailing on the sea in his line of sight.

The ship was painted a dark green, with round portholes on both sides. The sails on the three masts were billowed in the wind like full air sacs, and there was a small lookout tower at the stern.

At first, Neil was somewhat wary, thinking that pirates like the evil dragon had arrived, but upon observation, he found that this did not seem to be the case. The people coming and going on the ships were ordinary people rather than huge figures, and there was no sense of their sharp edge.

Is this a ship belonging to ordinary people?

Neil nodded, intending to look away, but noticed that on the other side of the sea, several dorsal fins emerged, and giant sharks, each several meters in size, leaped up to attack. Each one was as big as half a ship, which made Neil's eyes freeze.

He raised his hand to try to help, maneuvering the arrow tower to aim one "sharp" arrow after another, but suddenly stopped before firing.

Because, within sight, the mortals on that ship, though briefly panicked, quickly recovered.

But they didn't think of using weapons to defend themselves. Even the seemingly experienced crew members turned around and knelt down in prayer, their hands clasped together, when disaster struck.

Their lip movements were perfectly synchronized.

"The great goddess Freya, the goddess of love and beauty..."