Rebirth of the Viking King

Even though he was surrounded by Vikings, Frost Giants, and millions of English mobs, Mutu still didn't show too much nervousness.

The "Clan Chief" teaches them to keep a low profile and always hide among human civilization. When he was young, Mutu didn't understand why they still had to survive even though they could rely on force.

However, after a long 200 million years, we witnessed the rise and fall of 17 civilizations with our own eyes.

At this point, he fully understood all of this.

Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is the most deadly!

The usual forbearance is just for today, just to make arrogant mortals mistakenly think that lizards at the 12th sect master level are just like other lizardmen, they all have scales and no power to bind a chicken.

As everyone knows, the "Illuminati" has collected countless treasures of heaven and earth through various means over the past 200 million years. The society of the lizardmen is not that everyone is equal like mortals, but is similar to a colony of bees and ants.

Gongfeng was born to die.

The whole clan serves the queen bee!

As the rulers who stand at the top of the Illuminati, the "12 Sect Masters" themselves are poured into massive resources by the gang. "Transformation" can no longer even describe their strengthening of themselves.

They have entered thousands of different countries born on this planet, and have come into contact with tens of thousands of alien gods who came to this planet at different times and places.

They can say without hesitation that this planet belongs to them.

Therefore, when his subordinates were killed one after another at the hands of Loki, although Mutu panicked, he never thought that he might die.

Compared with humans whose life span is less than a hundred years, he is an old ruler from ancient times.

His lifespan is even longer than that of most gods.

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Time is running out, and Mutu has no time to put on human skin.

At the same time, all the "soul boxes" on the entire mountain have been chopped down by Viking pirates.

At this time, Mutu was truly alone.

Trapped on the top of an isolated peak and surrounded by more than 3,000 Viking pirates, Mutu remained as calm as ever. When the original spiritual energy covered the entire mountain, his consciousness was forced to leave Loki's sea of ​​consciousness.

He only did one thing.

He took out a thick crystal coffin and pressed his body firmly into it.

Loki fell into a coma for two months but his mind remained clear. All this was not accomplished simply by relying on drugs. The magic circle that Mutu arranged on him was also weakening rapidly due to the interference of the original spiritual energy.

For Mutu at this time, Loki's brain is the most precious treasure. He didn't know how much effort his future self would put into sending the soul that contained such a massive amount of information to the past.

In the upcoming battle, he could not allow this body to suffer any damage.

The first person to break into the cave on the top of the mountain was Alfred. Standing in front of him, Mutu was dressed in golden scales, like the rising sun.

There are no torches in the cave, but this man's fighting power is next to the crystal coffin, like a real god.

"Mortals, I am first of all proud of you for being able to come this far and meet my true body!"

"You have exceeded my expectations."

Mutu's voice was thick and gentle. Although he was not much taller than humans in terms of size, the golden light emitted by the radiant scales still shocked everyone who entered the room.

"What is this"

"Why, just looking at him gives me a feeling of trembling in my soul?!"

The Vikings have experienced too many wars in recent years. There is no creature in the world that can scare them, because they have passed through the Asgard portal and have seen too many terrifying creatures created by the Asa Protoss in the seven major god realms.

But even so, the strange creature with golden scales and shining golden light in front of them still made them feel a sense of solemnity brought by long years for no reason.

Seeing him was like seeing the boundless golden field of Asgard with the twin stars floating on it.

It was like seeing Surtur wandering aimlessly dragging his giant sword in the Land of Fire.

To a certain extent, Mutu who was close at hand even felt more like a real god than "Surtur" gave them.

When everyone paused, the first person to stand out from the queue was Clint Fuyuki, who was wearing a thick bear robe.

This war lasted for nearly two months and resulted in hundreds of thousands of deaths, all caused by Mutu's capture of Alfred. In the process, Clint Fuyuki's adopted daughter Elena was seriously injured and completely lost her fertility.

Others among the Vikings joined this war for different purposes, but only he had a personal grudge against the golden-armored god in front of him.

Clint has been a Viking his whole life.

In his long life, he had committed murder and stolen goods, and had massacred innocent old people and children. He once went deep into Asgard to hunt gods with the young tribesmen, and even had a life-and-death fight with the "Deep Diver", one of the three abyssal priests of the "Dagon Cult".

For all of this. He had no regrets or fear.

During the long journey, he persisted here despite the wounds that had not completely healed. He finally saw his enemy. At this moment, he silently recited the names of the carpenter Sanji, "Wolf Eyes" Sicord, Faith Seaclaw, and his adopted son Shark Ivanovich.

All of them are allies who help them at critical moments.

They all died under the conspiracy of this golden old lizard.

Rushing out of the queue with long strides, Clint ignored everyone's obstruction and swung his ax hard at Mutu's neck. The thick and heavy armor-breaking heavy ax fell on the golden scales on his neck, making a low buzzing sound, like the sound of a distant mountain bell, echoing repeatedly in the grotto.

Mutu turned his head and widened his eyes.

"Mortal, you are very good."

"I can't remember the last time I was hacked with a big ax. Was it the last round of civilization? Or was it two rounds of civilization ago?"

"I sometimes miss this feeling. It seems that a long time ago, I was like you, wielding weapons and slashing at our enemies for the continuation of the ethnic group."

"I haven't done anything like this in a long time."

The ax fell, but the opponent was unhurt. What is happening in front of me is severely challenging everything the old man has experienced in his sixty years of life.

Without hesitation, he raised the ax again and tried to slash Mutu's back.

However, this time, Mutu stretched out two golden fingers like lightning and easily clamped the ax blade that was falling rapidly in mid-air.

"The old man doesn't have it."

"Your struggle is meaningless."

After speaking, he stretched out his left hand.

The Vikings all stood there dumbly.

He snapped his fingers lightly.

Clint instantly collapsed to the ground like a withered plant.