Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 479 133 Viking Fury (15)

Fine snowflakes were still falling in the gloomy and gray sky. Fine pieces of frost kept falling on Loki's face, making him involuntarily miss every cold winter when he struggled to survive.

In the cold coniferous forests of the Tianduan Mountains, in the endless wilderness of Warsaw and Kiev provinces, he had been seriously injured countless times, but every time, he struggled to get up in the wind and snow and returned to his hometown.

The same is true today.

He also has a pregnant wife waiting for his return at home.

His hands were inserted into the ice and snow, and it took him a lot of effort to simply lift the broken body from the ground. Except for the sound of the cold wind blowing around, no other sounds could be heard at this time.

The light giant stopped roaring, and the frost giant army fell silent.

In the silence of the wind and snow, it seemed that he was the only survivor of this bloody battle.

After several tenacious attempts, he finally stood up from the ground.

Looking around, half of the city has been destroyed by the war.

Beside the collapsed city wall, the broken corpses of hundreds of frost giants were displayed in pieces. Under their corpses, there were the corpses of tens of thousands of mortals.

Among them were the dead French Golden Scales, English mobs, and a considerable number of Paris residents. No matter what their class status was during life, after death they were all piled up like grass in the ruins of ice and snow.

Not far from the corpse pit is a circular white land.

There are no bodies, no buildings, no ruins on the white ground. Even the streets of Paris have been evaporated into smoke, exposing the marble foundations of the buildings and the dry soil that has been burned by high temperatures and has a black and gray color.

In the center of this open space, a pale and small figure lay quietly on the spot.

That was Mutu, the "King of Earth and Sea" who had exhausted all the spiritual energy in his body and returned to his lizard-man appearance.

Two years ago in Asgard, the lizard-man Sullivan, who forcibly drank the "God's Water" and transformed into a light giant, turned back into a lizard-man after pouring out all the spiritual energy in his body.

However, it began to become weak as its spiritual energy dried up.

Although his consciousness is clear, his scale armor is no longer as powerful as it used to be. It was by controlling him under this situation that the old lizard used space magic to open the space portal where the frost giant was imprisoned for Loki.

The same was obviously true for Mutu, the King of Earth and Sea, who was lying flat in the pit at this time.

The golden luster on the scales has completely disappeared, replaced by a pale color as if burned by charcoal fire. Just by looking at it, you can feel that the scales have become extremely fragile.

Picking up a machete from the mountain of corpses, he walked over to Mutu. Just as he raised the machete and was about to drop it, a few weak dry laughs suddenly came from the old lizard's throat.

"Ah"

"Mortal, do you think this counts as a win?"

Loki shook his head, not intending to answer the question.

His broken ribs made any movement painful, so he had to move quickly.

With his hand raised and lowered, he swung the machete towards Mutu's shoulder joint. After all the spiritual energy in his body was consumed, his scales were as fragile as fully calcined charcoal.

No force required, just a light touch, ruthlessly separated from the body.

"I don't know whether you will win or lose, but from today on, a deep sea dungeon will become your eternal destination!"

"You will lose your hands and legs, and become a human stick suspended in the sky by chains forever!"

"I won't use your evil magic to invade the divine consciousness. I can only torture you day after day to make you tell me what happened in this strange land!"

The sword flashed again, and Loki had removed Mutu's second arm from his shoulder. After removing his two arms, Loki didn't hesitate at all. He raised his feet and crushed the two gray severed limbs into dust.

Mutu tried to resist, but in a state of spiritual energy exhaustion, he had no physical strength to move at all.

"Mortal, this was a mistake!"

"Damn it!" Loki yelled angrily, "If you kill all the brothers of my clan, I will still have to feed you with good food and drink, so I don't mind being right!"

"Believe me, I will let you experience pain that you have never experienced in 17 rounds of civilization!"

"At that time, you will naturally tell me everything I want to know!"

There was no trace of human emotion in Loki's eyes. To be able to win this battle, he has already sacrificed too much.

Jerome, Clint, Gowin, Alfred, Vintsov

Almost all of his closest and most loyal comrades who followed him from Hanshui Village to conquer the world died in the hands of this old lizard.

It's too cheap to kill him now. He needs to stuff him into the sunken city and torture him slowly, while knowing all the history hidden by the Illuminati.

"What I said is correct." Mutu continued to talk to himself.

"Although you and I have different positions, from a human perspective, I am the only one in the Illuminati who supports human prosperity!

I compile classics for you, dispel ignorance, popularize culture and civilization, and give everyone a country where they can live and reproduce freely. "

"It can even be said that I am one of the few allies of mankind."

Mutu was still chattering, but Loki did not stop waving the machete in his hand. After handling his hands, he had already removed one of Mutu's lizard legs.

Lifting his feet, he stepped down hard, completely crushing the fragile and loose limbs into crumbs.

At this point, Mutu's only limb was left with the last right leg.

"I don't know if you are an ally of mankind, old man, and I don't want to know!"

"I only know now that you are my captive. Before I get all the answers, I let you live, and you have to live!"

"I let you die, and you have to die!"

Raising the machete again, when he was about to chop off Mutu's last leg, the last words spoken by the old lizard made him freeze in mid-air involuntarily.

"Have you ever thought about why you have been wreaking havoc on this land for a month, but the other 11 leaders of the Illuminati have completely ignored you?"

He was petrified on the spot, and the machete in his hand could no longer move.

The battle in Paris was so fierce that Loki, under a high level of mental tension, did not think about this question.

Yes

Why?

If you imagine humans as a whole. Imagine the lizard people as another whole, it's like two completely different species fighting for the right to survive on this planet.

It's okay for an ordinary lizard scholar to die. There was absolutely no need for them to sacrifice any of the True Gods of the level of the "12 Lords" here.

If any helper came, even if Loki had frost giants and brought millions of mobs, he would definitely die in the hands of these old gods.

However, this war lasted for a full month.

None of the other 11 Lords came to help, and there was a huge sense of disobedience hidden in this matter.

Unless they really wanted Mutu to die here?

Taking advantage of Loki's surprise of only holding a gun.

Mutu closed his eyes.

Endless golden flashes enveloped his whole body.

He was instantly surrounded by a sea of ​​gold.