Chapter 420 Legion Era: Blood God's Blessing

The cold wind whistled outside the windows high up in the longhouse. The wind blew into the house from the iron bars erected between the window frames. The biting cold wind sweeping down from high places blew the beard of the man sitting on the ground. He The classic Viking beard is long and dense, with the ends braided together by a metal ring.

The cold wind blew through his beard, causing the thick hair to sway. He sat on the wall on the side of the hall in front of the longhouse, his hands tied together, and a dozen crew members who had the same experience. Sit together.

"Kover, I think we have to find a way to save ourselves. The captain will come God knows when. Let's get out of this hell." said a man sitting behind Korver. He and Korver were sitting back to back. At the same time, there is a rune band drawn on his left eye, making him look like a prophet or a berserker.

In fact, it was both. Korver turned his head and glanced at the person behind him, "Keep waiting, Floki, have you forgotten what Captain Constantine told you?"

"How could I forget? He said, Korver, no matter what happens, take everyone with you and wait for me to come back, especially you, Floki."

"Do you need me to tell you anything else?" "No, but the ground in this damn place is too frozen. Odin is on top. What did they think when they built the longhouse? Pave stones on the ground instead of wooden boards." Well, bear with me a little longer, Floki the Shipbuilder, we."

"Shut up! No whispering, you bugs!" A guard on the side yelled loudly, stepped forward and punched Korver in the back of the head. The latter turned his head back with a wry smile and glanced at the guard.

"If you dare to let me go, I'll make sure to pull out your intestines." "Then I'll hang you with it." Korver said in harmony with Floki behind him, and then both of them laughed. , the guard looked at them and clenched his fists suddenly, but just when he was about to give these two idiots a lesson, the door behind him opened.

Another guard at the door unbolted the door and slowly opened the tall longhouse door. A man walked in from the door. Behind him was a follower holding a box. He walked in. He stopped when passing in front of Corvo and others.

"Kover, Wolf Kisser." "Scarface, Kvac." Korver looked at the scar on Kvac's face with a sarcastic look, and Floki behind him immediately raised his head. , looked at Kwako with undisguised ridicule.

"Or should I call you the one with the bad breath? Loki, your mouth tastes worse than the frost giant's." Floki laughed loudly, and Kvako's veins immediately popped out. He stepped forward and grabbed it. He picked up Floki's collar and put his head in front of him, but the latter still smiled coldly.

"Someone called me that before, your captain, but he will not come back. I sent him to Helheim, and you, I don't mind sending you to find him."

Floki smiled coldly, and his slightly thin face was smeared with smoke, which made his smile look even more sarcastic, "I have forgotten how many times this is the captain who has been sent off to the sea. He is a man from Erheim. Before, Christians said he would be sent to hell. You are just like a Christian."

Kvako roared and pushed Floki away suddenly, pushing the latter to sit on the ground. However, the mocking smile on the latter's face did not weaken at all. Kvako stood there overlooking the long house. A group of crew members were sitting.

"Your captain is dead! So dead! And you, I will sell you as slaves, you will die as cowards, and you will never be able to step into the gate of the Hall of Valor!"

"What about you? Kvako, villain and God-abandoner, do you think you can step into the Hall of Valor? Odin's omniscient eye has long known that you have taken refuge in the pagan evil gods."

"I am Odin's chosen one! Korver, that is what he told me personally. I saw him, with one eye and a raven on his shoulder, sitting on the golden throne!"

"If you really believe in the Æsir, Kvako, you should know that Odin never sits on the throne. He is a warrior, walking among us. What you see is a false god, and you But he tried to figure out what Odin meant in his name.”

"Those who abandon God."

Floki added at the end, and the sarcastic tone made Kvarko furious. He roared as if he had anger that could never be burned out. He kicked Korver, He kicked him to the ground, turned around, and strode away.

Korver fell to the ground and looked up at Kvako who walked into the depths of the longhouse. When he smiled, Floki next to him leaned over and said, "Do you think the captain needs to crawl back from Helheim this time?" how long?"

"Shut up! Quiet!" the guard on the side yelled loudly, but just as he strode forward and prepared to kick Floki, there was a sudden cry of killing outside the door that had just been closed behind him. , the clash of metal and the chopping of knives and axes echoed outside.

The guard turned towards the door, and behind him Korver laughed, "Now."

As Korver said, the guard at the door leaned to the door. He peeked out from between the cracks in the door to see what was going on. But as soon as he leaned over, his head was chopped open by an ax that instantly struck the door. The huge The tomahawk split his head open in a cloud of splinters of splintered sawdust.

The guard's blooming head suddenly fell to the ground, and all the brains flowed out from the crack. The remaining guard stared at the door with wide eyes. The thick door latch had been broken by the tomahawk, and the wooden block Suddenly it slipped from both sides of the door lock to the ground, and then the tomahawk was pulled out.

After a crisp steel buzz, the longhouse door was pushed open, and a man walked in from the outside. He threw the heavy and heavy battle ax in his hand at his feet, and only carried a small tomahawk in his other hand. In walked the hatchet.

The guard looked at him and hesitated for a moment, then he pulled out the sword from his waist, swung his hands on both sides, then roared and rushed forward. He howled and slashed at the man, but the latter instantly An uppercut knocked the sword away, and then an ax struck his throat.

Blood spurted out from his neck, and the long sword that was knocked away whizzed past Floki's ear, and was suddenly stuck on the wooden wall behind him. He looked at the sword and smiled before looking towards People coming.

"Why are you so slow this time? Captain Constantine." "You know, the road is not easy to walk in winter now." Vito said and walked up. He used the ax in his hands to cut open Floki's back. The rope, pulled the latter up at once, then turned around and cut Korver's rope.

The latter was lying on the ground and looked up at Vito, who had his arms in front of him. Korver smiled and then took his hand and pulled him up. He patted the dust on his clothes and then looked to the side. people.

"Did you find the evil god's thing? Constantine." "I think I know where it is. I guess Kvako just passed by here, right?" "That's right." "And he brought one with him. A beautiful little box?” “Yes, that’s right, it looks pretty.”

The last sentence was said by Floki. Vito smiled jokingly and looked at him, "Oh, since Floki, the shipbuilder, can praise him, then the craftsman should feel honored."

"That's a beautiful box." "Do you want it?" "If you can."

Vito smiled, he turned the battle ax in his hand, and then handed it to Floki, "I will bring his box back, and the contents will be mine. How about the box being yours?"

Floki thought for a while, then shrugged slightly and caught the battle ax, "Sounds good."

"I said bosses, can we get up?"

Vito glanced at a crew member sitting on the ground beside him. He shouted as if complaining. Others behind him echoed loudly. Vito looked at them and smiled, and then patted Korver behind him. A tap on the shoulder.

"Untie their ropes, and then take everyone to snatch our longship back and wait for me to come out." Vito said and walked away. Korver nodded towards his back and looked at him. As he passed by, he pulled out the sword stuck on the wall and walked deep into the long house with the blade in hand.

Korver nodded, then tilted his head towards Floki, then turned around and pulled up a crew member on the ground, while Floki smiled thinly and then spun the hatchet in a circle and approached the crewman on the ground. One person said, "Come on, little brother, Loki's joke isn't over yet."

Just as the crew members were being untied and getting up one by one, Vito walked into the longhouse and walked through the main hall holding a sword. He stepped between the long tables on both sides and waved the sword in his hand. He blocked the chop of a man who rushed out from behind one of the pillars, and then slit his throat with a backhand push.

Vito stepped over the fallen body and continued to move forward. Soon, the other three people who were ambushing in the longhouse thought they could launch a sneak attack without Vito noticing them. One of the archers suddenly jumped from the The man jumped out from behind the door of the side room, drew his bow and shot an arrow at Vito.

The latter had his back turned to him, but suddenly he swung his sword at lightning speed and knocked away the arrow. At the same time, he blocked the slashed sword with a counterswing, and then hit him in the chest with an elbow. The moment the latter stepped back, he slashed at his chest.

The moment the man fell backward, he hit his companion behind him. The charge of the man holding the ax was interrupted instantly. At this moment, Vito rushed forward and cut off his hand with a sword. , before he screamed, he slashed his head with the sword again.

The head suddenly hit the long table on one side. The archer on the other side of the table was startled and immediately drew up his bow. But as soon as he turned his head away, he was hit in the head by a flying ax, and the archer was hit behind him instantly. collapsed on the wall.

Vito glanced at the collapsed man, then shook off the blood on his sword and continued forward. He walked towards the door at the other end of the long house. Vito came to the wall and faced the two people hiding behind a pillar on one side. A woman waved her hand.

"Girls, the next scene will be a bit inappropriate for girls, so please leave first. My ship is outside, if you want, you can"

Before Vito finished speaking, they immediately screamed in low voices and ran away. The former turned to look at the two women running past and smiled bitterly, "Okay, I wish you a happy day."

Vito said and walked in from the door. As soon as he walked in, a man rushed out from the corner. He raised his sword and slashed at Vito's head, but Vito blocked the attack again. Attack, then slashed his chest with a backhand, and then split his shoulder with a sword and made him fall to the ground.

Vito stood next to the fallen corpse with his sword in hand. He glanced at the wide-eyed dead man on the ground. This was the man holding the box, and this meant.

"Hello, Breathless, how rude of you to leave without saying goodbye." Vito looked up at Kwako who was not far away. He stood in front of a table with his back to Vito. There was a chair on the concave wall at the end of the long house, which was covered with countless bones and skulls.

Similarly, above the table, on the wall, several skeletons of ice field deer were tied together to form a huge cult symbol. On the walls on both sides of it, there were a large number of human bones, especially pale skulls strung together.

On both sides of the evil god's mark, there were two large vats filled with blood. A brass skull was embedded on the surface of each vat. The skull's hollow eyes stared at the person in front of him. He put the horn cup in his hand into the vat and scooped up the blood.

He drank the blood in big gulps, and the scarlet blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The man threw away the wine glass in his hand, drew the battle axe at his waist, turned around and looked at Vito.

"You may have crawled out of Helheim, but I will send you back, Constantine, and chop you into pieces and stuff you back!" Kvak roared with blood in his mouth and red eyes. His voice echoed throughout the house like a giant bear, and he rushed up before he finished speaking.

He raised the battle axe in his hand and started with a heavy blow. He chopped Vito heavily, and the latter raised his sword to block it above his head. The long sword and the battle axe collided at close range, and dazzling sparks sprayed out from between the blades. Vito rolled to the side to avoid it, while Kvak rushed over like a berserker.

He roared and raised the battle axe to chop, and Vito dodged the axe with a dodge. Kvak smashed a bench in front of him in one fell swoop, and his strength was far beyond the scale of mortals.

"You should be a lumberjack. Floki will definitely like you." Vito said as he slashed with his sword, leaving a wound on Kvak's shoulder. The latter roared and punched him, raised his long sword to block in front of him, and the sword god was instantly dented.

Vito took a step back, looked at the dented sword in his hand, and blew a long whistle, "Or be a blacksmith? You can do it without a hammer, how about it? Are you interested? Our prices are reasonable and fair."

Kvak responded to Vito with a roar. He tore off his clothes in an instant. The thick fur clothes were torn apart like paper. He rushed towards Vito with a naked upper body covered with cult runes, and the pupils in his red eyes had almost turned into sharp points.

Vito stood still while watching Kvakko rushing towards him. He looked up at Kvakko, who rushed to him at the speed of light and raised his huge battle axe. Seeing the falling axe blade, he not only did not run away, but instead rushed forward with big strides. Vito rushed towards Kvakko's face, leaning against his arm.

The latter was startled and immediately grabbed Vito with his other hand, but the latter dodged the big hand by squatting, took a step forward, slid over, jumped up, and swung his sword backhandedly at Kvakko's face. The sword was pulled up from under his face and cut across his face. Kvakko roared, and at the same time, Vito turned around and stabbed his arm with the sunken sword.

The tip of the sword came out from the other side, and Kvakko's hand muscles twitched violently in an instant. The battle axe in his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and Vito saw it and stepped forward. He came to the side of the battle axe, raised the sword with both hands, and chopped Kvakko's palm off.

The latter screamed and used his broken arm to push Vito away, then strode forward and fell to the cult rune altar. Vito smiled and held the sunken sword behind him, and he cut off his palm with the broken sword.

"This is impossible! I defeated you before, I beat you and put you in a cage!" Kwako shouted while pressing his bloody broken hand, while Vito behind him laughed. He kicked away the broken hand and axe on the ground and walked up with a smile.

"I was pretending. Do you really think you can beat me if I don't let you go? I just wanted to know where you put the Rubik's Cube before, but now I know."

Kwako leaned on the table, he turned his head and looked at Vito who was walking behind him, and suddenly the pupils in his bloodshot eyes twitched violently. Kwako was stunned and raised his head to look at the cult symbol above his head. He heard a burst of tiny sounds and whispers in his mind.

Kwakko listened to the voice, his blood-red eyes looked up at the symbol and then fell down. It was more like a demon, not a human eye, staring at the box in front of him. He opened the box with his only remaining hand, and raised the bleeding hand high.

Vito was stunned for a moment after watching the action, then he tightened his sword in his hand and took a step back to prepare for the attack. "Hey, if I were you, I wouldn't do that. You know the power of chaos will turn you into."

Kwakko roared and slammed his broken palm into the box. The broken end collided with the Rubik's Cube. In a flash of light, Kwakko let out a miserable scream. The pupils in his eyes twitched violently, and then he pulled the broken hand out of the box.

Kwakko's entire broken palm was completely covered with light, as if it had been burned with an iron. He raised the violently twitching broken hand and glanced at the blood tank next to him. When the whisper in his mind sounded again, he slammed the broken palm into the blood tank.

The brass skull was pushed in together, and a large amount of blood gushed out of the broken cylinder, but Kwakko took a step back in the rolling blood. His screams ended, and his arm slowly pulled out from the pouring blood. The broken palm had grown out again and was replaced by a demon's palm.

The dark palm full of barbed spikes and scattered scales still held a sword, a sword that was pulled out of the blood. He turned around and raised the bloody sword high. After all the blood on the hilt fell, a brass skull appeared on the sword.

"Lord of War! I will give you glory!" Kwakko roared, holding the bloody sword high, and standing not far away, he looked at the sword and smiled bitterly.

"Why does the situation become so troublesome every time?"

Kwakko roared and rushed up, and the brass skull sword slashed at Vito below.