Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 33 Is He a God?
One hour ago, the Siren Sea.

Since leaving the area covered by Stonehenge, the world seems to have returned to the familiar appearance of the Norse people.

Moving along the coastline of what was once known as the North Chaos Sea towards the inner Siren Sea, the waters that originally seemed clear and vibrant once again became turbid and unclear, with even the backs of some bizarre monsters floating in the ocean from time to time.

But it was not known whether it was because of Leon's protection or the light blue mark of chaos on their bodies, those huge sirens did not attack the Norse fleet.

But to be honest, even if an attack really happened, these Norsemen would not be very scared.

When they had no way to get food, they would often go out to sea to hunt these monsters in the ocean to fill the gap in the village's diet. Now, they have some devilish wisdom and are constantly moving forward in the storm and the ocean.

It was as if there was a common database in their minds. Even facing the magical storm blowing from the direction of the chaotic snowfield, these sails and queues could move forward in unison amidst the wrath of nature.

This was not someone's protection, but their instinctive action after receiving the wisdom that Leon imparted to them.

Sailing is like an instinct imprinted in their bones, and the imprint of supreme wisdom allows them to easily draw inferences from one instance, constantly innovate, and sail freely in this cursed ocean.

In this sea area, even the floating island warships of the Dark Elves could be destroyed and sunk, but to this day the Norsemen have not lost a single person and are still moving towards their goal at an extremely high speed.

They can even use the stars in the sky to anchor their direction and use knowledge to steer their sails across the seven seas.

This was probably the most perfect moment in the life of a Norseman.

The sky was snowing heavily, and the Norsemen's dragon ships were moving along the rugged and terrifying Chaos Snowfield. Their goal was to reach the Frozen Sea this afternoon and find the nearest Norse gathering place before the sun set.

Because the task was relatively easy, many people on Norsca's dragon boat had already leaned inside the cabin and started chatting with the people around them.

"I think Leon is God."

The Norseman, whose hair and beard were soaked with snow, said in a muffled voice:

"He says he is not a god, but he is. He is greater than the dark gods that the high priest talked about. I have such a sharp mind and so much knowledge now. If he is not a god, who is?"

"But he said he wasn't."

"That must be a lie, it's just to reassure us."

Facing the objection from the young boy standing on the dragon head, the middle-aged Norseman said in a deep voice:

"Look at the symbol of the divine eagle on us. It is a symbol of wisdom. Even the God of Darkness was persuaded by Leon to bless us with his mark. He must be a god. Maybe he is the incarnation of the dark gods."

"What about the Holy Grail? It's not like we haven't beaten those tin cans before. How could they possibly believe that Leon is the incarnation of the God of Wisdom? The Holy Grail is glowing."

"I don't know about that. But he must be a god."

The old Norseman scratched his head and gave his thoughts very stiffly.

Norsemen are generally very stubborn in their judgments, and they don't have any special tricks. Whatever they feel, they think it should be so, so they believe it.

Even if Leon and a regional psychic aggregate were enlightened together, the thinking logic could not be distorted in the short term. They thought for a long time and argued with each other, but there was no result.

But when the dragon boat passed a corner, a seemingly silent robber started to think and felt that his wisdom seemed to flash.

"He claims that he is not a god, but he can control the things of gods, so is there a possibility that the boss is actually right?"

"what do you mean?"

"He may be greater than the gods we know. Just as he said, he is the Old One of this world. Sooner or later, he will lead us to the path of ruling the world."

"It seems to make some sense..." "That should be it? Hey! What do the guys on the other ships think?!"

In the silent Siren Sea, the voices of the Norsemen on the ocean could be heard very far away, even by the surrounding dragon ships.

The Norse people, who had become impatient due to the long voyage, immediately split into several factions, confronting each other, using the loud Norse voices and curses to attack the lower body and immediate family of those who opposed their opinions, just like the quarrels in every corner of the world.

Listening to such a lively, noisy and energetic sound, the man standing at the front of the dragon head smiled and turned to look at the leader who was inside the cabin with a big sword on his back and a hand axe on his waist.

"Ulfric, did you hear that? Everyone is curious. As the first messenger of the gods, what do you think?"

"I don't know."

Ulfric, standing in the cabin, spoke in a muffled voice with dark circles under his eyes.

He always had a strange sense of foreboding, just like the day when the siren's leg was gnawed by parasites. He had a strange sense of danger, like an ant crawling.

But it was just like when he didn't find it at the beginning. He could only feel a kind of boredom and uneasiness spreading in his heart. But he couldn't find the source of the sense of crisis at all. He didn't sleep well for three consecutive days.

Ulfric's friend just shrugged at the scene.

"Well, Ulfric, how long until we reach the Frozen Sea?"

"Well, there are still about thirty nautical miles... Damn it, why do I know this knowledge?"

"Ahaha, everyone is the same. To be honest, the feeling of constantly stuffing knowledge into my head and then constantly understanding it is really amazing."

The friend laughed, stepped down from the faucet, and patted Ulfric on the shoulder.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. We are all adults, so it's time to talk about some sensitive topics... Wulfric, do you think Leon is a god?"

"…Didn't you just ask? I don't know."

"But this is an important question, Ulfric."

Looking at Wulfric who looked resistant and awkward, his friend sighed and said seriously:

"It's been so long, Ulfric, and we all know this. This is all too abnormal, and even the power of the Dark Gods is working freely in his hands. I don't believe you don't know what those blue marks are. Even your current condition may be related to this.

I'm worried about you, Ulfric. We're all small fry, scumbags who plunder the seas, and we don't know when we'll die. But you don't understand your position, and you don't know how to die.

So we must now clearly understand our position, who we are and what we should do.

You are the leader and we listen to you."

"I said I don't know—"

Just as Ulfric was rejecting this question with an irritated look on his face, the lookout standing on the dragon's head suddenly issued a warning.

"Ulfric! We spotted black smoke ahead! It came from the village we passed by before!"

"what?"

Without bothering to communicate with his friend, Ulfric quickly walked to the bow of the ship.

Looking at the thick black smoke, Ulfric felt that the uneasiness in his heart seemed to gradually turn into real panic.

(End of this chapter)