Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

"Tell the goddess, will my third trial be considered passed?"

When faced with the probing, Neil did not immediately respond directly, but instead asked in a layered tone.

The third trial, the final test of the Holy Spirit Temple, will earn you high regard from the Vanir gods and many privileges if you pass it, even if you don't intend to enter.

Even if they are not their own gods, they will be regarded as "honorable Warner gods". When Neil was in the inland, he had heard that some dwarves had achieved that level.

Legend has it that he was a very poor dwarf, an illegitimate son of a large family, who was always oppressed and never had enough to eat, living a very miserable life.

However, he once helped a goddess solve a problem and was instantly recognized and admitted to the palace, where he was supported by dozens of mortal kingdoms.

He was served by fairies, and enjoyed lavish meals and countless resources every day, living a life that even ordinary gods envied.

I have never heard of any clansmen joining him after seeing his wealth and status, because his former family became history when he entered the palace.

Although Neil doesn't intend to join Warner, being kept by a wealthy and powerful woman isn't necessarily a bad thing...

Moreover, no mortal has ever joined the Temple of the Holy Spirit.

After all, this is for raising soldiers, not for finding a powerful father to support.

Even that down-on-his-luck dwarf was only qualified to enter the land of the gods because he was seen to have potential.

There are also giants in "Honorary Warner Gods," but whether they have been bewitched is beyond his level of knowledge at that time.

No matter how many resources are poured into it, it is impossible to make a mortal a god.

Neil was a little curious about what the Vanir gods' expressions would be when they learned his true identity.

"If you insist on this exchange, then I'd rather not know."

When Ella asked the question, she seemed to want to see the expression beneath her tattered coat, leaning forward to stare intently at her from a mere millimeter away.

Her appearance possesses both the sweetness of a young girl and the allure of a noblewoman; she is stunningly beautiful and a perfect candidate for "bewitching."

But seeing that Neil remained unmoved, she gave a soft snort and pulled back her leaning body.

Seeing her affectionate yet angry demeanor, Neil smiled outwardly, but remained vigilant, not daring to let his guard down.

The Parker family's impending business, selling it to the Vanir gods, would naturally allow them to make a profit.

It might even yield more than Blizzard's Three Kingdoms.

Especially since Freya's avatars aren't limited to the one in front of us, the only way to get a good price as soon as possible is now.

But that information was obtained in the Asar God Market. While it wasn't exactly a secret there, it wasn't to other hostile races.

"The three kingdoms of Blizzard Island could check each other, and with the crisis looming, even if they deepened their suspicions, they wouldn't dare to do anything to me casually, so selling to them wouldn't be too dangerous for me."

"The point is that they think I can threaten their lives."

"However, this incarnation of the main god is different. As a 'troublemaker,' he doesn't have as many scruples. If the source of the information is found out, there will definitely be all sorts of trouble."

Neil muttered to himself, "To be on the safe side, it's better to play it safe."

Actually, what he was thinking now was to complete the so-called trial as soon as possible. Even if he failed, it didn't matter. As long as he could get the other party away quickly, everything would be fine.

After all, although he was not an Aesir god, he still had a relationship with the Aesir gods.

At least with one Valkyrie, that's the case.

If Slud returns and finds herself with a goddess...

She's also a Warner Bros. goddess.

He didn't even dare to imagine what would happen then.

While Neil was worrying, on the other side...

Ash Isle, Ash Kingdom.

This is a small country with a history of only two hundred years. It was founded by a family of giants with the same name. The patriarch is at the early stage of the middle level and made a name for himself in the inland areas.

In particular, he became famous for leading several of his own kind to block the Vanir gods' sea god's army in the battle of Stardust Ancient Road, which brought a chance of victory to a high-ranking giant family.

After that battle, the chieftain was rewarded with a large amount of resources. He then plundered a large number of people in the interior before establishing a kingdom on an island in the icy sea, where he used oppressive rule to harvest faith.

The Ash Giants have runes that resemble sacrifices, causing the people here to pray in fear every day, terrified that they will become food at any time. They live numbly day after day until suddenly thunder roars and a beautiful golden-haired figure descends from the sky.

The figure was dressed in a white dress, surrounded by lightning, appearing both holy and transcendent, as well as extremely heroic.

She wielded her spear and swept it around, and screams immediately came from the palace in the very center of the kingdom. Huge figures flew out of it, but they collapsed under the thunder.

"Heretical giants, cultivating by eating people is utterly sinful. Surrender obediently, and we might leave you with a whole corpse." From the sky, Slud spoke coldly.

"Haha, you gods aren't any better. You spout false morality, but how are your actions any different from ours!"

"Especially you, the most extreme members of the Aesir race, all of you Ash Clan, hand over your faith, or as heretics, not one of you will survive!"

High in the sky, hundreds of meters high, a figure wearing a horned helmet roared like this.

That was a white-haired giant, none other than the ruler of the Ash Kingdom. His oppressive aura covered the entire island, clearly indicating that he had plundered the people's wealth for the past two hundred years.

Upon hearing the name of the Aesir gods, the citizens turned pale. Their daily lives were miserable, but living in the kingdom of giants meant that all they heard and knew about were the terrifying aspects of the gods.

The Aesir, in particular, were a group of the most extreme war fanatics.

There is a chance to survive if ruled by the Ash Giants, but if they are regarded as heretics by Aesir, they will be wiped out in one fell swoop!

Without hesitation, they clasped their hands in prayer, and wisps of invisible energy emanated from their minds, flowing towards the Ash King.

The white-haired giant was delighted, but Slud casually made a move, drawing runes out of thin air. Instantly, all the scattered faith energy turned and converged into crystals in his palm.

The Ash King's face stiffened. Before he could react, he saw the opponent swing out his spear, and lightning snakes roared, blasting him into pieces.

The lightning was so powerful that it spread out and even struck the other Ash Clan members.

Seeing the monsters that had oppressed them for so long disappear, the people were initially overjoyed, but when they thought about the fate that awaited them, they turned pale again, their faces drained of color.

Some mothers, though terrified, still held their children tightly in their arms, trembling but not daring to let go.

But after a long wait, the "divine punishment" never truly descended.

The lightning that had struck the giant, though still having some power left, was all withdrawn.

"That Seventh Sister, who hated evil so much, actually stopped and showed mercy?"

"What's going on? Is the sun about to rise in the west?"