I Make History a Myth

　　However, as a descendant of Vikings who rowed a small fishing boat to Britain to loot when he was idle.

　　We Icelanders owe money.

　　Of course not.

　　Of course.

　　They certainly won't directly say that they don't pay it back.

　　Rather, we are unable to pay our debts.

　　So I can only go bankrupt, please understand.

　　By going bankrupt.

　　Iceland successfully paid off its foreign debt.

　　Then it changed back to that high welfare country again.

　　As a vested interest under this benefit.

　　Every Icelander.

　　All live happy lives.

　　But tonight, none of the Icelanders feel happy.

　　because of all of them.

　　They were all dragged in by a dream at the same time.

　　All fell on a blackened earth.

　　Before they could react from such a surprise.

　　A loud bang was heard.

　　A huge flame ignited the entire dream.

　　There was a burning smell in the air.

　　The sea that should have been blue was covered with the remaining warm blood, and the terrifying thick smoke covered the entire sky.

　　The corpses of gods and giant monsters rained down from the sky with a terrifying roar.

　　where they can see.

　　All were occupied by blood-like dark red light.

　　The gloomy tone seems to symbolize some kind of terrifying despair and end.

　　The huge poisonous dragon Nidhogg flew from the east.

　　Flapping his broken wings.

　　Fleeing in panic.

　　The World Tree supporting the Nine Realms in the distance collapsed suddenly.

　　Stars fell from the sky.

　　big bust.

　　Swept over.

　　"where is this place?"

　　Some people who stood in the world, but looked like bystanders, recovered from the shock after seeing this scene.

　　Unable to bear it, I asked.

　　He could clearly feel that it was a dream.

　　But it seems to be there.

　　As if he had really experienced this scene.

　　This staggered perception.

　　It made him unclear for a while whether it was a dream or something that had really happened in the past.

　　After he finished speaking, he didn't expect anyone to answer him.

　　Because at a glance.

　　standing on this earth.

　　They are all modern Icelanders in a very different style from this gorgeous mythical epic.

　　But he didn't expect it.

　　At the moment when his voice just fell.

　　A cold voice answered him,

　　"This is the atrium, it is Midgart, it is the battlefield of Ragnarok."

　　The crowd followed the sound.

　　All I saw was a tall man wearing black leather armor and high-speed iron boots, his hair was naturally messy, and a tall man with a long bow behind him stepped on the blackened ground, making a bang, a strong sound.

　　He walked towards them.

　　An invisible pressure fell slowly and firmly on all Icelanders.

　　It made them breathless.

　　Watching Icelanders being dragged into a dream behave like this.

　　The tall man frowned, "Are the Norse people so weak now?"

　　Inside his voice.

　　full of dissatisfaction.

　　Back then, the Norse people followed the gods and dared to take up arms from the giants.

　　Now not only believe in Yahweh God.

　　Even the courage in my heart.

　　All lost.

　　Hearing the words of this tall man, all Icelanders felt a shudder, as if a wild beast in a certain forest opened a bloody mouth to himself.

　　their hairs.

　　Upside down.

　　Seeing that even under the stimulation of his own, these descendants of the Norse people who changed their name to Iceland have never protested and challenged God.

　　The tall man's brows furrowed more and more.

　　"Hmph, if it hadn't been useful to keep you guys, based on your cowardly behavior, I'd send you to the underworld now for the ancestors of the Norse people to train you."

　　"Let you know what Wu Yong is."

　　inside the crowd.

　　An Icelandic young man couldn't take it anymore, his brain became hot, and he dared to ask, "Who are you? Why teach us a lesson?"

　　Hearing this, someone who was familiar with the Icelander immediately pulled him from behind.

　　Signal him to stop talking.

　　this person.

　　At first glance, it is not easy to provoke.

　　"Before asking someone else's name, you should give your name first."

　　"Young man, tell me, what's your name!"

　　The tall man looked at the person who spoke with no name on his face.

　　The Icelander who spoke out was a hot brain, and he dared to speak. When he was pulled by his friend, his heart was vented.

　　Now being stared at by this tall man who is not easy to provoke at first sight,

　　His heart suddenly burst, and he said quickly,

　　"My name is Minosi."

　　"Is it Minosi?"

　　The tall man nodded lightly, "Among the Norse people now, you are the only one with a little bit of courage."

　　He paused.

　　Then speak up,

　　"My name is Wally!"

　　Valli!

　　Among the Icelanders, a folklorist was stunned when he heard this word, with an incredible expression on his face,

　　"Valli? Are you Vali, son of Odin? Avenger? God of Nature?"

　　After seeing the tall man on the opposite side nod.

　　The folklorist was full of emotions.

　　I don't know how to express it.

　　Something I've researched my whole life.

　　He actually appeared alive in front of him?

　　Am I dreaming?

　　The Icelanders on the side saw the conversation between the folklorist and the tall man.

　　Without exception, I remembered the Norse mythology that was circulated as a folk tale in Iceland.

　　Do gods really exist?

　　And come out of mythology?