foreigner's journey

Chapter 1513 Berserker

Chapter 1513 Berserker

The so-called Lostbelt is a completely new world line formed by a turning point in history that would otherwise have been impossible to occur.

Please keep in mind that the culprit that caused the generation and continuation of a new world line is an existence that we are absolutely unable to resist.

Dominate the world, be the powerful, violent and cruel king of the Lostbelt!

————"Top Secret File No. 017 of the Human Resources Continuation Guarantee Agency"

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Vanaheim is the holy land where the Vanir gods live.

The leader of the gods here is Njord, the god of the sea, the great god in charge of summer, the ocean, storms, fisheries and wealth, and the patron saint of the sea.

When he is angry, he will wave the iron oar in his hand, which can not only easily stir up huge waves, but also cause storms and tsunamis. When he is happy, the waves will become calm.

In addition, powerful Vanir gods such as the goddess of fertility Nasus, the god of light Frey, the goddess of love and beauty Freya, and the goddess of magic Gulveig also live in Vanaheim.

The boundless ocean covers the entire Vanaheim world, and islands of varying sizes are lush and green, dotted on the blue scroll like gems.

Some of these islands are as large as continental plates, while others are like small fortresses suspended in mid-air.

Located in the Sea of ​​Victory of Owen in the central waters of Vanaheim is the palace of the Vanir gods. Countless small islands and palaces and castles are suspended in a spiral shape above the towering spire palace, like a ladder to heaven.

The melodious singing and the sound of musical instruments always echo on the vast sea surface with the sea breeze.

Fishermen who live in this world pray to the great sea god for a good harvest, and their heartfelt worship and admiration are always rewarded.

But today, everything is different.

The ocean is boiling, and the dark red sea surface is constantly bubbling with amazing heat waves.

Countless broken rocks were wrapped in blazing dark flames and thick smoke, falling towards the sea like a rainstorm.

A large number of corpses of gods and demigods floated in the boiling sea water, with shock, anger and confusion in their eyes.

The spire palace that was thousands of meters high and originally stood in the center of Owen's Sea of ​​Victory has completely collapsed, replaced by a sky full of white clouds hanging high in the sky.

Above the clouds, you can vaguely see the magnificent and splendid golden palace.

"Ahhhh! Damn invaders! I'm going to kill you!"

The leader of the Vanir gods, the sea god Njord, held a huge iron paddle and roared as he rushed towards the golden palace in the clouds in the sky.

Clang! !

The iron oars entangled in the endless ocean currents collided with the flame-shaped trident burning with purple flames, immediately creating a violent shock wave.

The sea god Njord immediately felt a tingling sensation at the base of his hands, as if a huge force was coming from the opposite side.

Amid the flames and steam, a beautiful and cold face was looming.

Njord swung his oar with all his might to knock away the musket. The ocean currents of the entire Vanaheim divine realm surged wildly under his drive. The huge impact force accumulated from the circulation of the ocean currents for 7600 hours turned into divine power, and blasted towards the enemies blocking the way.

The fire-tipped spear in the opponent's hand spun out a spear flower, and the end of the spear body was actually a snake spear blade, and the spear tassel was also burning with purple flames.

The snake spear struck the divine shock wave cleanly from bottom to top, and the impact force accumulated by the ocean currents of Owen's Sea of ​​Victory for 7600 hours was directly shattered.

Then, the blade of the flaming spear broke through the clouds and steam and went straight to Njord's face.

After all, he was the leader of the Vanir, so Njord immediately swung his iron oar to block the attack.

The two sides fought quickly, and the sound of gun blades and iron oars colliding continued to explode in the sky like thunder.

Clang! He swung the iron paddle vigorously once again to push away the musket. Njord retreated several dozen meters, panting slightly, and looked towards the opposite side in doubt.

The mist dissipated, revealing the figure on the opposite side.

This is a slender young man whose gender is difficult to tell. Let's call him 'he'. He has short silver hair that falls to his shoulders. The silver hair on the left side of his ear is braided and falls to his collarbone. He has a cold face and skin as white as lotus root. He wears lotus-shaped earrings on both ears and there is a red diamond-shaped mole between his eyebrows.

Red ribbons were wrapped around his shoulders and arms and extended several meters backwards. Under each of his bare feet was a rapidly rotating ring of fire.

He wore a golden bracelet on his wrist, held a flaming spear in his hand, and stared at Njord with purple eyes indifferently.

"I am the leader of the Vanir, the ocean god Njord. You are the most powerful I have ever seen in my life. Tell me your name!"

Njord held the oar tightly and prepared for battle. He had a premonition that the Vanir might be truly destroyed today.

On the other side, the slender boy spun a gun flower, holding the flaming spear in one hand and pointing it at Njord. His voice and appearance were equally cold and indifferent:

"The ultimate humanoid autonomous weapon of the Demon God Cloud Palace, the Spirit Bead."

As the words fell, the fire spear was once again wrapped in purple flames and collided violently with the iron paddle.

At the other end of the battlefield, a giant minotaur as huge as a mountain waved the iron stick in his hand like a pillar of heaven, roaring and smashing towards the surviving Vanir gods.

The Eagle God, whose wings were big enough to cover the sky, flapped his wings, crossed the stars and the universe, and chased the fleeing Vanir gods.

There were even more demons and gods wreaking havoc on the battlefield, bringing an end to the sanctuary of the Vanir.

Above the clouds, in that magnificent golden palace that was so glorious that it could only be seen in dreams, on the highest throne of the Lingxiao Palace, there sat a figure.

At one side, a handsome young man with long hair and three eyes looked down at the lower world: "The resistance of the native gods here can't cause any waves. Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

The figure sitting on the throne sneered and slowly sat up straight from his previous lazy sitting posture.

"Destroy them all and prepare for the coming war."

The figure uttered a sharp voice:

"Don't be soft-hearted."

The young man was silent for a few seconds before he spoke: "I understand. This is all for the survival of our world. This is a war, the final war for the world and the future."

After saying that, he picked up the three-pointed, double-edged sword beside him and whistled. Immediately, a huge dark shadow flashed from the top of the sky, and its shape looked like a terrifying giant dog.

Yang Jian ran a few steps quickly, then suddenly jumped out of the golden palace in the clouds, and pounced towards the remaining Vanir gods together with the huge black shadow that fell from the sky.

Today is the day when the Vanir will be destroyed.

At this moment, the cloud-topped golden palace was empty except for the figure on the throne. The figure moved his body, and the infinite golden light in his eyes illuminated the entire Lingxiao Palace, as well as his figure.

What a monkey! He was wearing a chainmail golden armor, lotus silk shoes, a phoenix-wing purple gold crown, and a golden cudgel in his hand, which he casually placed beside the throne.

The Demon God and Emperor of Heaven, Sun Wukong!

The class is——Berserker!

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