Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

"Willie, Parker, a distant relative of the great god..."

"They're another force that's not to be trifled with. If possible, I really don't want to clash with them."

In the marketplace, as he sorted through the various intelligence he had received, Neil, disguised as Chaos, couldn't help but furrow his brow.

The higher gods are beings second only to the chief gods. Even in the entire Norse mythology, they are few in number. When Niel was in the inland, he had only heard of them in legends from distant regions.

Because the places that the higher gods passed through have all vanished, leaving only legends behind.

What does it matter to you if God destroys you? It's like stepping on an ant; they won't even care or plot it.

Although he loathed these kinds of gods, Neil did not have a strong desire to wage war against them.

After all, he came to the icy sea simply to live a peaceful life.

In addition, insufficient strength is also a major reason.

He spent a lot of effort just fighting against a mixed-race pirate crew.

Although the strategy of using war to sustain war did allow Winterfell to rise rapidly and even have the ability to threaten the Heroic Spirit level.

But without the help of the domineering Valkyrie, he might have been sacrificed long ago.

Moreover, even a single mixed-race pirate crew has quite a few brilliant and talented individuals.

How much wealth and resources would a family have to support a high-ranking god?

"Strictly speaking, Winterfell Island did not have any strong conflict of interest with them or even with any of the other factions. It was just too weak, so it was always in danger of being destroyed at any time."

"Is there a way to enhance the island's strength without causing conflict?"

"Maybe so, and I've even tried..."

Neil nodded, his mind racing, when he suddenly recalled the scene of confronting the Ice River King.

Compared to the evil dragon, the ice river is much larger in scale.

Their military strength is even more terrifying. As a true mythical nation, they could easily destroy Winterfell many times over by sending an army led by pure-blooded giants.

But even through the projection, he was able to confront the other country's ruler and achieve a temporary reprieve, or even a better outcome.

No substantial conflict occurred during this process.

Neil pondered deeply, vaguely grasping at something, but didn't actually understand much.

"Let's put those aside for now and focus on solving the immediate problem."

Inside the cabin on Winterfell, Neil's eyes opened and closed as he looked towards the other side of the sea, his expression slightly grave.

He split his soul to heaven, but his main body remained here, allowing him to use his mind to perform multiple operations.

This is the benefit of "division".

However, it is precisely because of this that the split causes significant damage to the original spirit.

Furthermore, the temporary release of the Spirit Mirror has significantly reduced the "network" and "hardware configuration" for the overall operation of the island, which is why Jormungandr felt something was wrong.

Knowing that the split soul had returned with the Spirit Mirror, Neil's condition recovered. After a slight adjustment, he used the Spirit Mirror to manipulate the runes around the island, performing a similar operation to when he created a clone in the marketplace.

After all, if they keep observing, Jormungandr might really back down.

"Welcome, goddess of the Vanir gods, to your visit from afar."

"But this is the sea of ​​the giants. Surely it's not a place that gods can just come to casually?"

The sounds, seemingly chaotic and overlapping, echoed from every corner of the island.

Outside the island, a massive sea serpent faced the woman in green gauze, its expression wary. Although it appeared to be protecting its master, it also seemed ready to flee at any moment.

But upon hearing the sound behind it, its expression immediately relaxed like a human, and it chirped as it turned back.

The woman in green didn't pay any attention to the fleeing behemoth; her focus was entirely on Winterfell Island.

Hearing those layers of sounds, although the veil obscured her expression, her alluring eyes revealed a strange light.

"Such a chaotic variety of runes; this is not the number of runes that a proper god or giant would have."

"Yes, although each level is very low, when they are stacked up, they are at least at the level of Heroic Spirits."

"Write it in every corner of the island? The danger would be even greater if we went in rashly."

Despite her comments, she remained relaxed, seemingly unconcerned about the so-called danger.

It's more about having fun.

After observing for a moment longer, the woman in the green veil slightly opened her mouth, and a gentle, equally magnificent laugh rang out:

"Hello, I am unaware of your identity. Since you reside on this island, I shall address you as the Lord of Winterfell."

"I am Ella, the incarnation of Freya, the goddess of love and beauty. Obeying the divine command, I have descended upon the icy sea to seek heroes who can enter the Holy Spirit Temple."

"It is said that you bravely repelled the evil dragon, a feat that would earn you an invitation from the goddess to enter her palace, where the most beautiful maidens and the most sumptuous delicacies await."

An avatar? Not Freya herself?

By the way, just like Odin has Nika, it's quite normal for high-level gods to have one or two aliases.

Inside the cabin, Neil held the magic mirror, his expression suddenly enlightened, finally understanding why he had seen that group of ships earlier.

Ella continued, mentioning the many benefits of entering the Temple of the Holy Spirit.

As the legitimate daughter of the God-King and a revered chief god among the Vanir gods, her treatment in the Holy Spirit Temple was no less than that in Asar's Hall of Heroes, and in some aspects, it was even more open.

The voice of the divine king's legitimate daughter was alluring, and beneath her veil, she subtly licked her upper lip, her authority and power, imbued with a hint of divine strength, emanating from her.

The first to be affected were naturally the mortals on her ship.

There were many strong men and beautiful maids on it, all carefully selected from the country of origin, which perfectly matched the Warner gods' definition of beauty and power.

But upon hearing the sound, the people's legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground.

Their breathing was rapid, their eyes were filled with intense desire, their entire bodies were flushed with an intoxicating pink, and saliva, sweat, and other unknown liquids kept flowing out.

Not only them, but all the creatures within a radius of several miles that heard the sound had similar symptoms.

Even the giant beasts that live in the sea and possess a certain resistance due to their bloodline are constantly causing trouble, and the surrounding sea surface is suddenly filled with turbidity.

In this situation, Ella maintained her smile and spoke with the Lord of Winter, trying to judge the other's level by the degree to which he was affected.

As the voice reached the island, a large area of ​​mixed-color runes suddenly flashed, but they couldn't stop it much and were penetrated.

Ella narrowed her eyes.

But as time passed, her eyes widened again, revealing surprise, because although the voice on the other end was trembling and clearly affected, it was still normal in tone and continued to talk to her.

Even among their own kind, some mid-level gods at the general level can resist "temptation," but they will not react in this way.

How could this Lord of Winter possibly do that? Just who is he?