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"Why, are you still worried that these aliens will attack you? Don't worry, they are our allies, and now they are your allies too. I shouldn't have left you to your father. I should have brought you to Asgard back then. In this way, you would have been an Asgardian from the beginning, and you wouldn't have to face these terrible guys."

Scornheim lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing these extremely dangerous aliens.

"Look, do you see those black aliens coming from behind? Their original hosts seem to be a group called mutants. According to Queen Frigga, they should be life forms created by the Celestials. I don't quite understand it, but it seems that they were defeated and conquered by the aliens."

The Celestial Gods? What is that? Skorchi had never heard of it. From the name, it seemed like an organization formed by a group of Celestial Gods? There was more than one Celestial God.

"As for the type of aliens that threw you out just now, they are quite strange. Even Queen Frigga couldn't figure out what their host is. The initial judgment is that they are a race called vampires from Midgard. This race was also defeated by the aliens, and the whole family became hosts."

Scornheim said, trying to ease the relationship with his son whom he had not seen for hundreds of years: "But these aliens are a bit too strong. They are definitely not the vampires in the conventional sense. Moreover, they are almost identical. I heard that Queen Frigga has regarded this as a very important topic... Ah, you may not know that although Queen Frigga never appears on various battlefields, she is an important force in protecting Asgard. She is also a very powerful witch and is very good at and proficient in scientific research."

Skorchi's mind was no longer on his mother's words. He stared at the aliens, then suddenly turned his head and looked at the people who were also alien hosts but whose chests had not been broken.

Many of them looked like ordinary Midgardians, standing in the middle of the alien team, and none of them were Asgardians.

The defeated giants walked past them, and some of the timid ones could not help but tremble all over.

"Those people are pathetically weak. I can feel it. Their superpowers are really nothing worth noting. I can kill them with just one blow of my axe."

Scorch pointed to the indifferent mutants and said.

"What nonsense are you talking about, my son? They are our allies, and they are very powerful..."

"These weak guys joined that man's team, so they are respected today. Jotunheim was defeated and conquered by this race. Even Asgard dared not do anything to them."

Skorchi quickly came to a correct conclusion: "Then, someone like me with extraordinary talents will have a better future than these weak guys? I have decided that I will join the aliens and become an alien."

As for his father's clan - the wind giants? Screw them. Not to mention the wind giants, he was not even an Asgardian anymore, choosing to join this faction that may not have been around for too long.

If he could choose three tribes and must become one of them, why not just go all the way and choose the strongest one from the beginning?

(End of this chapter)

79. Chapter 79 Gods in the Shadows, a New Anchor for Ragnarok

Chapter 79: Gods in the Shadows, a New Anchor for Ragnarok

There are many guys like Skorch.

He was defeated by Duva's great conquest, shocked by Duva's power, and worshipped the power of the alien, so he chose to join Duva's camp without hesitation and chose to be parasitized by the alien.

Facts have proved that at any time, as long as there is a winner, there will always be a group of fanatical guys who are willing to give up everything to follow him.

When Skorch stood on the continent of Asgard again in high spirits, he looked down at everything around him. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the way every Asgardian looked at him had changed and was full of respect.

In fact, many Asgardians recognized this small giant. He was the previous captive who was rescued by Queen Frigga and her people.

But now, Skorchi has a new identity - an alien.

Skorchi felt unprecedented pride, a feeling he had never experienced when he was a wind giant.

"Oh, the so-called strongest gods of the World Tree, now it seems that they are just so-so. Strip off the sacred cloak, they are just a group of low-class people who bully the weak and fear the strong. They are no different from the giants in Jotunheim."

Skorchi saw through it completely. He brainwashed himself over and over again, firmly believing that he had chosen the most correct path in his life so far.

In a state of excitement, Skorch looked around, trying to find an axe, and then killed a few giants to add to the fun. As the famous "executioner" of Jotunheim, cruelly torturing and dismembering enemies was his favorite.

But unfortunately, his weapon had been lost somewhere in Jotunheim long ago. As a new alien, Sturge searched everywhere and finally found two M16s in the treasure house of Asgard.

That’s right, I don’t know which magical Asgardian collected these two guns from the world of Midgard. After being enchanted, they have unlimited bullets.

"Wahahahaha, this thing is more useful than an axe!"

Skorch held two M16s and fired wildly into the sky, then aimed at a giant prisoner with a bloodthirsty smile. He was eager to see this tall and mighty giant turned into a pile of meat paste in front of him, but the next second, he was pinned down by several aliens.

To deal with an ordinary guy, one alien is enough, but Skorch is too strong, and it takes several Dracula aliens to suppress him.

"What are you doing? Damn it, we are a tribe now. Your people want to kill a prisoner and hone their skills. Is this not allowed?" Skorchi struggled, making these aliens feel extremely tired. It wouldn't be long before Skorchi broke free from their restraints.

"Every prisoner is Duva's wealth, not yours. Know your place, newcomer."

The druid also came all the way from Earth. The first thing he saw was the unruly Skorsi, and he took a closer look at the two M16s that this guy had chosen.

"There are so many things suitable for you in Asgard's treasure house. Why did you choose these two?" the druid asked coldly.

"There is no special reason, because these two things come from Midgard. By doing this, I can get closer to Dua." Skorchi replied.

Apparently, the druid was very satisfied with this answer. "You should feel lucky. Not everyone can get the chance to be parasitized by an alien after failing on the battlefield. You are one of the lucky few. I can feel that you have a lot of energy in your body. From now on, I will be responsible for training you."

Skorch was obviously unwilling to do so, and he would rather directly serve as Duva's guard. However, the druid gave him a look that forcibly invaded his mind, and coupled with the alien's coercion, this made Skorch, whose strength had not yet truly grown, realize that he had no choice.

Maybe in the future, Skorchi thought. He could feel that his strength was growing rapidly in recent years. After a while, he believed that he would be able to get rid of the druid in one move.

The two walked on the continent of Asgard. Skorchi had no interest in investigating the customs and habits of these natives, so he quickly asked, "So, what is my first mission after joining the Alien? Who do I have to kill?"

"Are you good at killing people?"

"Of course, as long as you give me a target, I can kill anyone, even if the target is you." Skorch sneered and stuck out his tongue to lick the muzzle of his M16. He was very fond of this new weapon. These two things were like a high-rate bow and arrow.

At every moment, Skorch could clearly feel the throbbing in his chest. He carefully felt the new self after the fusion of the alien genes, stronger senses, extremely lethal and terrible blood, and more amazing self-healing ability. The three bloodlines were fused in his body, and his potential skyrocketed again, which made Skorch eager to try.

He knew that he was very strong and was getting stronger every minute, but he didn't know to what extent. This required him to keep going on hunting adventures to determine his place in the food chain.

But the druid who hurried to Asgard had no interest in his thoughts. If Duva had not given him an order to pay attention to Skorch, he would not have bothered to pay attention to this bloodthirsty madman.

"We are going to commemorate a dead man who was once my companion. We fought together for nearly 7000 years. This is a very long time... maybe."

As the druid spoke, he entered a hall. This was a place where the remains of warriors were stored. Similarly, at this point in time, there were also some alien corpses that had not yet been transported back to Earth.

The druid's expression changed, from endless indifference to extreme excitement.

"I don't understand. Am I seeing things? Are you actually happy? Our people are dead, and you are actually happy?"

Skorchi originally had two M16s hung on his back. At this time, he touched his bald head and thought that it would be more appropriate to take out the weapons and cripple this even crazier guy.

"No, you don't understand. Every species has a different interpretation of death. Look at the Asgardians around you. They are praying for the dead and sincerely wishing that the souls of these dead warriors can enter the so-called Hall of Valor. I don't even know if the Hall of Valor really exists. Maybe it's just a clumsy lie from beginning to end."

The druid stretched out his hand obsessively, stroking the dead aliens along the way. Finally, he stood in front of an alien that seemed to be very strong when it was alive, but now only a few large pieces of meat were left.

"I know this guy. I saw him being killed by Laufey from afar." Skorchi said. He could vaguely feel a strong sense of power from the wreckage.

"Yes, this is a great transformation. Gilgamesh must be happy. His body has become an alien, but it is not until this moment that his soul has finally been truly redeemed. He will become a member of hope in a place that is always beautiful, bright, and warm, until eternity. This is truly an enviable result."

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Sure enough, this guy is a lunatic, even crazier than himself, Skorchi thought silently, but every time he wanted to do something, the druid's mind control ability would always invade his brain forcefully and interfere with every thought that he had at all times.

"Once I get used to your strength, my spirit will be trained to the point where I can resist your control." Skorchi growled.

"I didn't know why Duwa would take a fancy to someone like you, but now I understand a little bit. I will never allow you to waste your talent in the wrong direction." The druid said seriously, "You should squeeze out every bit of your potential and devote yourself to a great cause. As long as it is what Duwa wants, we must risk our lives to complete it."

The Asgardians around originally walked in with sad faces to pay tribute to their dead tribesmen, but when they saw these two guys, their expressions became strange, and as they listened, their faces were filled with fear.

"This is horrifying. Listen to what they are talking about. Absolute disregard for death and fanatical pursuit of death, is this the oath of this race? This is too crazy."

"Do the aliens also have their own Hall of Valor?"

As the druid taught Skorchi, Duva slowly withdrew his gaze.

That’s right, Duva was also monitoring Skorchi all over his body.

"Executioner, I didn't expect this guy would join me by chance in this way before he really rose to prominence. Fate is a wonderful thing."

Duva smiled with satisfaction and nodded. He could feel the changes in Skorch. As time went by, this ruffian with great potential would gradually be dyed into Duva's color.

Duva clearly remembered that the Executioner was able to compete with Thor, the God of Thunder, and normally, he would eventually become one of Thor's strongest opponents.

At least in this universe, Skorchi will belong to Duva from now on.

Duva was looking forward to the fact that Skorchi would grow quickly under the alien's genes, spend less time, show more strength, and stand in front of him.

He will value every choice made by Skorchi, whether active or passive, and will receive Duva's approving gaze and encouraging words of spirit.

It's not just Skorchi, the Father-level aliens are the same.

"Laufy, embrace the truth and be the truth."

Duva immediately began to parasitize Laofei.

Honestly, this was extremely difficult, and I failed several times in a row, resulting in the tragic deaths of several facehuggers.

"It's a little harder than I thought. Even if a Father-level God King only has a few muscles under his control, his instinct will be to subconsciously fight against the invading genetic material."

Duva frowned and took action again, carefully cutting off every nerve connection in Laofei's body, and violently tearing the muscles apart.

After several efforts, the parasitism is finally successful, and soon, an alien with god-level potential will break out of the chest.

Duva could also feel that this alien hatchling was the strongest one he had ever seen.

He was also very clear that it was unrealistic for this alien to possess strength comparable to that of God just after its chest was broken.

"Divine power... I think that when I truly crack the secret of divine power and master the World Tree, if I really want to parasitize a certain God Clan, I can not only plunder it at the genetic level, but also inherit and replace the divine power at the World Tree level."

Duva was thinking that he had accumulated so many Protoss aliens, the total number had reached more than two thousand, and there would be more soon. Moreover, there was also a leading Protoss alien like the Laofey alien with father-level potential. It was time to try to develop some induction on the World Tree.

No matter how people outside view the alien army, at least Duva himself is very clear-headed. His upgrading plan has never been interrupted, and he has never relaxed his idea of ​​upgrading alien planetary life to cosmic life.

Swish!

In the dark, the spirits of more than two thousand alien gods were all unified and gathered by Dua.

In the spiritual world, countless points of light gathered together. Under Dua's command, these alien gods began to frantically drive their own power, digging into the veins of divine power, relying on the will of the spirit, and searching for the origin of their own divine power in the dark.

Of course, Skorchi also quickly felt this call. He did not understand druids at first, but now, feeling his own condition and the presence of many Protoss aliens around him, he vaguely understood it.

"So, this is the real Duva? He is not an individual. I misunderstood him from the beginning. In other words, the me now is actually a part of him. He is me..." Skorchi's eyes were burning. His body trembled slightly, and he could clearly feel Duva's gaze.

Thousands of Protoss aliens worked together, using divine power as the hub and the spiritual world as the carrier, obeying their own mysterious instincts.

"I feel it. Sure enough, what Rune King Thor can do with this method, I can also do it with a certain probability with the help of so many aliens..."

The World Tree really exists and is not an illusory spatial concept.

At least that's the case in this universe.

When Dua relied on the wholehearted worship of thousands of "gods" and the many consciousnesses he had gathered together, he felt the huge monster in the dark.

He saw it clearly.

The trees that covered many dimensions and extended endlessly, densely packed in an almost endless area, stretched out countless branches, which eventually divided into nine larger branches, supporting nine worlds that included countless planets.

There are more branches stretching into the distance. Duva guessed that perhaps these branches refer to the world of gods such as Olympus.

"As long as I can gain a place on this World Tree, I can create a true Protoss alien, and naturally receive the divine power of the World Tree."

Duva did not hesitate, and immediately pushed the consciousness of the Laofei alien to the front, quickly climbing up this huge world tree that seemed illusory but actually existed.

With every passing moment, endless divine power surged, and in every instant, it seemed that Dua saw billions of scenes.

If anyone else came into contact with this level of information, they would be crushed in a moment and their soul would be washed into countless pieces.

But Duva relied on the large number of aliens to share his mental burden, and he managed to hold on for a few more seconds.

Naturally, there were also ancient guys who noticed the appearance of Dua. In the eyes of this group of beings, Dua was the sum of countless consciousnesses, clustered together, turning into a river-like group of consciousness, circling the thick trunk of the World Tree.

The light gradually disappeared, and the dark shadow hidden behind the World Tree stretched out its tentacles towards Dua.

"It's an outsider. I know it's a creature called Alien from Midgard, and it was born not long ago."

"It's been a long, long time since a new species has qualified to enter our field of vision."

"It's really interesting that these things actually use parasitism to obtain the identity of the gods and thus sense the existence of the world tree."

"Then, if these guys are willing to kneel down at our feet, we can give them some insignificant power, just like what we did to other gods."

"Ragnarok has new weapons, which can create new ways of recycling..."

These huge creatures in the shadows seemed to be the will of the World Tree itself, communicating freely. Their unintentional conversations were intermittently perceived by Dua in the dark.

As if to confirm the words of these mysterious beings, their wills only showed a slight resonance, and the entire World Tree responded immediately. In an instant, a huge amount of divine power surged to Dua, and dissipated in the next second. It was like a game of gods, and the power was easily toyed with and played with according to their evil intentions.

But this was clearly an intentional action, and it really made Duva feel how terrifying these guys were.

"Are you deliberately using this nonchalant attitude to show off your status? Are you trying to prove to me that the entire World Tree is just a plaything for these guys? These shadow ancient gods are really interesting."

Duva sneered in his heart, he knew everything clearly.

The Shadow Ancient Gods truly exist in some parts of the universe. They hide in the shadow of the World Tree, unknown to the world. They are the real masters of the World Tree. Over a long period of time, they create the Ragnarok that affects all realms of the World Tree in order to absorb enormous energy and maintain their own survival.

Dua does not have the strength to fight against these shadow gods now. They have controlled the World Tree for who knows how many years, overlooking the fights and wars among countless gods including Odin, as if they were watching a group of ants fighting fiercely, and trying hard to please them.

"You want to use this clumsy method to make me think that I have discovered the greatest secret of the World Tree and lure me into the trap..."

Duva recalled that for a moment, he even felt that his power had surpassed that of Heavenly Father and had a chance to become even stronger. He was only one step away from achieving the final result. However, this surge of power, which was almost an illusion, quickly dissipated.

Duva felt everything carefully.