Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"Haha, I ate it."

Mei Lian said this in an innocent and naive tone.

"If Lord Baiyi finds out, he will definitely kill you."

The man spoke with murderous intent.

"It doesn't matter, they're just some trash. As long as we capture the Kraken, we can use it to prevent the Church from reaching Britain by sea."

However, I don't quite understand what kind of deal Van Fem and Tevan Ottenrosech made with the Wandering Sea and the Clock Tower.

Mei Lian seemed to be chuckling lightly as she replied, her voice devoid of emotion.

"Oh right, Fuabro Lowein, you used to be a magician in the Wandering Sea, right? And now you're one of Tevum's men. You should know something about that, shouldn't you?"

"I don't know. I just need to complete the task assigned by Lord Baiyi."

“What a boring reply,” Mei Lian continued. “But since Blackwing Duke died at the hands of Bei Zhe, perhaps your Whitewing Duke will also be killed if he fights him.”

"...Shut up! If you dare insult Lord Baiyi again, I'll kill you first!"

Thus, the tenth and twentieth ancestors of the twenty-seven dead disciples fought a battle on the North Sea before even finding their target.

117: King of Scandinavia

"I'm so grateful, Avia, you've come to my aid again..."

"Alright, alright, it's nothing. Just consider it as ridding the people of a scourge."

In a certain sea area of ​​the North Sea, Siegfried and Avia sat in a small boat.

After learning that Siegfried was going to deal with the Kraken, Avia learned from his explanation that in recent years, for some unknown reason, the Kraken had repeatedly appeared and indiscriminately slaughtered passing fishing boats, plunging the people of Scandinavia who relied on fishing for their livelihood into hardship.

I heard that more and more people are starving to death on the island as a result. This matter originally had nothing to do with the European continent. After all, no one there asked Siegfried to handle it, because the relationship between the two sides was not very friendly due to religious differences.

And perhaps to explain his actions, before Avia could even ask, Siegfried said this:

“I did not receive their request, but they must be hoping that such a disaster would be resolved in order to survive. Therefore, this is an ‘evil’ that I should deal with even without their personal request. The people there are the same as everyone here, there is no difference.”

The silver-haired youth was delighted to see the man before him say the words he had been waiting for, because this 'wishing machine' was now able to decide what to do according to its own will.

In Avia's view, it was only right for her to go and fight the Kraken, after all, she had received runes from Odin, and Scandinavia was a land that worshipped the Norse gods, so she had this obligation no matter what.

If the Age of Gods still existed, the Norse gods would definitely have intervened. In most pantheons, gods would have intervened in the face of such a calamity that threatened humanity.

"Is that... an island? An island that's slowly rising up?"

"It seems our target has been found, Siegfried, prepare."

When the 'island' was fully visible in the air, Siegfried finally understood that it was not an 'island' in the sea.

It was the head of a giant ancient species, the Kraken.

Kraken is a deep-sea monster in Norse mythology, also known as the "Kraken" or "Norwegian Sea Monster." It is depicted as a giant squid or octopus. According to legend, the monster was about 155 meters long and weighed about 330 tons. It was a giant sea monster that roamed around Norway and Iceland.

Capable of creating enormous whirlpools known as "Skagalagara" that can drag everything to the bottom of the sea, during the Age of Gods, when such whirlpools appeared, the people of Norse mythology would pray to their god Odin, hoping that the one-eyed god could drive away the Kraken and quell the hurricanes and whirlpools at sea.

In an instant, the gale, like a wild horse unleashed, galloped wildly through the night, and the rain poured down, each drop of rain seemingly carrying immense force, crashing heavily onto the sea and stirring up layers of white waves.

Then, the Kraken’s enormous body covered the entire sky. Its tentacles were as hard as steel, each tens of meters long, and they swung in the storm, each swing seemingly tearing the entire sea apart.

It seemed that all that was left was despair and death.

In an instant, a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky like a sharp sword, illuminating the turbulent sea.

In the dazzling light, a burly figure stood in a small boat drifting in the wind and rain of the North Sea. The shirtless blond man held no weapon, only fists that seemed to burn with flames.

Appearing so boldly before the giant sea monster, Kraken slowly extended its tentacles toward him, as if to pull him into its embrace.

The man, however, grabbed it and tore off a layer, chewing it. He then quickly tore off another layer. The troll let out a shrill howl, its tentacles flailing wildly as it tried to shake off the blond man who was clinging to its tentacles.

Whether the attacking tentacles hit the man is unknown, but amidst the lightning and thunder, a blond man could be vaguely seen running his hand along one of Kraken's tentacles toward its head.

Perhaps sensing that continuing to ignore it might damage his eyes, the tentacle snapped off and disappeared in the next instant, causing the blond man, who had lost his balance, to fall straight into the sea. Then, Kraken's many tentacles attacked.

Perhaps due to the pain caused by carelessness, Kraken was suddenly surrounded by an extremely strange purple magical mist, which for a moment seemed to transform the black world into a terrifying place of eerie purple mist.

In that instant, the young Scandinavian king, Beowulf, was thinking.

Can a well-trained body defend against the giant tentacles of a Kraken? Even if it can, how can one defeat the Kraken? Where are its weaknesses, and how many difficulties must one overcome to strike them?

Time seemed to pass so slowly, yet there was ample time for reflection.

In an era of hero worship and god worship, everyone dreamed of becoming a hero, a supreme king, possessing wealth, beauty, power, and enjoying all the world's most glorious things.

Like a god descending to earth, he wielded his sharp blade, galloping across the boundless land. Wherever his feet trod, he left behind his valiant deeds, sweeping away all enemies and obstacles that dared to stand in his way, ensuring that his name and story would be forever sung by wandering poets.

But the age of heroes is over. The missionaries from the European continent have 'killed' them, leaving the local people with nothingness, fear and shame. Only weeping martyrs remain. People no longer worship heroes, but put their hands together and begin to pray to the so-called one God.

Because before that one God, there are no heroes.

But the glory of heroes will forever shine in the long river of history, and their stories will be forever sung and passed down.

I cannot die here. Behind me are my people striving for peace and stability. Countless people want to enjoy simple happiness and do their best to maintain a life free from harshness and despair. Whether it is the Kraken, the fire dragon, or the water demon Grendel, they are all monsters that hinder people's efforts to live.

therefore--

Not for himself, not for fame, not for wealth, and not even for the name of a hero, but simply to fulfill the duties he should have as king.

“You can’t kill me, Kraken, and I will never yield here.”

The surging fighting spirit was reignited. This sea is the sea of ​​life that the people of Scandinavia pray for, and they must not allow monsters to run rampant.

"After all, I am the King of Kitland."

As he murmured this, Beowulf felt his body temperature rise rapidly, exceeding the limits that the human body could tolerate, and the bloody mark on his chest emitted a dazzling light that could not be concealed even in the darkness.

The previously raging Kraken roared at the sky, followed by a terrifying thunderclap that seemed to tear apart the purple fog.

Just as if to protect the great hero who now reigns as the King of the North Sea, countless blinding lightning bolts, accompanied by raging flames, struck the Kraken.

When Beowulf came to his senses from the changes in himself, he found that several golden runes were appearing around him.

"...These...could they be—"

As someone born on the island of Scandinavia, Beowulf naturally heard the old legends from the island's elders.

The great god who should be passed down, praised, and eternal, the king of the gods in the Saga legend, who ruled over the nine Norse worlds of the Age of Gods, is still the object of worship for most people living throughout the Norse continent today.

Even if it's an illusion, this person must have brought glory to the God, and the God must still be watching over those who believe in him.

The young Scandinavian king proudly raised his head, his eyes burning with a fighting spirit like divine flames, and shouted in a powerful, rugged voice, no less deafening than a thunderbolt:

"Your glory has finally been revealed once more... Odin, our true god..."

118: Cain's descendants

The denser and more viscous the purple fog emanating from the Kraken, the more lightning strikes descend from the heavens.

Countless lightning bolts struck the Kraken's body, and flames, like molten lava, roared up as if about to completely melt it.

"Roar!"

Perhaps sensing the familiar runic aura emanating from the suddenly appearing human, the giant let out an unprecedented roar.

Then, as if in response to the rune, Kraken trembled.

Dispelling the impression of a sluggish giant creature, the Kraken began to leap. Despite its enormous size and seemingly slow movements compared to humans, it was actually moving at incredibly high speeds.

'Kill it! This damn stinking octopus is making this fog so annoying! I'm going to tear it to pieces! Human, just let my machine appear! I'm going to chop its head off!'

"That would be too ostentatious, and Typhon, could you please keep your voice down?"

Avia, who was flying over the rain-soaked North Sea with the help of runes, responded to Typhon's passionate call and charged directly at the giant. She nimbly climbed onto the giant's knees and chest, and then quickly climbed to its head and stood on it.

"Light the dragon furnace."

The voice of the silver-haired youth resounded clearly and sincerely over Beihai.

Meanwhile, Mount Etna, far away from here, became active again, as if something that served as a source of magical energy had been taken out.

"The Dragon Road unfolds."

The power that sealed Typhon rapidly gathered within him, and the young man, whose body was covered in textures, aimed his hands with all his might at the head of the Kraken beneath him.

With the appearance of a massive bolt of lightning, the giant's neck was immediately severed, and its enormous head flew through the air.

After flying a few meters, the giant's head rapidly lost moisture in mid-air, drying and weathering away in an instant, as if time had been fast-forwarded.

However, its wounds healed rapidly with astonishing regenerative power, and a new head even grew.

The ancient fantasy species, the Kraken, a giant monster from the North Sea, is a fantasy species that should continue into reality, a strange creature that transcends natural life.

After the Age of Gods ended, the ancient species, which were fantasy species with independent life systems, were unable to maintain their existence. Therefore, they merged and integrated with small-scale natural spirits in the North Sea that were also in a state of extinction, thus surviving in the history of humankind in Northern Europe. So it is not surprising that they have such restorative abilities.

After all, the later Grand Doll Maker Aozaki Touko had encountered and fought against her.

In addition, Aozaki Touko also witnessed the Eye-Collecting Train that travels through the Nordic Forest, the Bermuda Triangle, a sea of ​​no return that unfolds in a triangle and leads to another world, and an organization among the Dead Apostles called the Gods Alliance.

"Dragon Prison Manifestation - Ash Burning Armor".

Having fully unleashed the power of Mount Etna, Avia's magical energy surged explosively, and wings sprouted from behind her crimson armor.

A few seconds later, a crimson substance, tens of thousands of times larger than seawater, spewed out from its wings.

The crimson feathers, like molten lava, possessed a vitality beyond the ordinary and mysterious. When the siren's skin came into contact with the fiery red feathers, it did not even burn, but only turned into white carbonization.

The dragon's wings and feathers will surely tear apart all things, and the fiery red feathers will burn away all things.

The world of despair and flames unleashed by beautiful wings—this is the might of Typhon, the Great Dragon.

Sensing the threat of death, the giant sea monster planned to dive into the ocean as quickly as possible. In an attempt to escape, it severed all its tentacles, leaving only its body and head to flee. However—

"You are the thunder that tears the universe apart."

Although she didn't want to shout it out, Avia went along with it because Typhon kept muttering. At the same time, a great deal of magic responded to the shout.

The sacred verse, expressing special power, roared past, and a torrent of red and black appeared from Avia's hands.

At this moment, has the world noticed the mystery descending from the sky? As Typhon's power is fully unleashed, the aurora shimmers in the distant sky.

Even if it was only for a fleeting moment, the sky of the Age of Gods and the sky of the present world were switched.

The alien's lightning bolts spewed from the raging storm toward the North Sea shrouded in a thick purple fog. This was Typhon's destructive weapon, recreated in a completely new way after deciphering Zeus's blueprints.

The scorching double helix incinerated all the molecules in the air and completely engulfed the Kraken, the giant monster of the North Sea, in one gulp.

'marvelous! '

Typhon's voice sounded excited; if she were in human form instead of armor, she would probably be clasping hands in delight.

But at the same time, the ancient species, which should be immortal, officially die starting today.

Then, the rainstorm subsided, the thick fog disappeared, and the sun shone on Beihai once more. The dazzling golden sea seemed to be heralding the arrival of this dawn.

"I'm really exhausted..."

Beowulf, sweating profusely and panting heavily, hurriedly pulled out his water bottle, took a swig, and poured it over his head to suppress his emotions and physical exhaustion. At the same time, he rowed his dilapidated boat to the side of Avia and Siegfried's boat.

"I wonder what your names are—"

The blond, muscular man grinned broadly. After all, the two men in front of him were his benefactors in dealing with Kraken, so of course he had to behave well.

Especially the younger man, who was undoubtedly an emissary sent by the great god Odin; otherwise, how could he possess such pure runes, and also contribute the most? As for the tired man who, like himself, was merely a subordinate…

When he came to his senses, Beowulf realized that the tired man had the church symbol he disliked the most: the cross hanging on his chest.

“My name is Avia, and this is Siegfried.”

The silver-haired youth smiled slightly.

"What great names! These are all wonderful names!"

Although he didn't particularly like the people in the church, Beowulf quickly adjusted his mindset. After all, they were people who had helped him defeat the Kraken, so he should treat them well.

"Haha, I almost forgot to mention, my name is Beowulf! It's a pleasure to meet you both!"

The blond man pressed on the shoulder while rotating his arm.