Chapter 59

"Haha, I ate it!"

Merem Solomon said this in an innocent and naive tone.

"If Lord White-Winged Duke finds out, he'll definitely kill you."

The man spoke with murderous intent.

"It doesn't matter, they're just some trash. As long as we capture the Kraken, we can use it to prevent the Church from reaching Britain by sea."

However, I don't quite understand what kind of deal Van Fem and Tevan Ottenrosech made with the Lostbelt Sea and the Clock Tower.

Merem Solomon seemed to be chuckling lightly as she replied, her voice devoid of emotion.

"Oh right, Foaublo Lowein, you used to be Magecraft from the Lostbelt Sea, right? And now you're working for Tefum. You should know something about that, shouldn't you?"

"I don't know. I just need to complete the task assigned by Lord White-Winged Duke."

"What a boring reply," Merem Solomon continued. "But since Blackmore died at the hands of Bei Zhe, perhaps your White-Winged Duke will also be killed if he fights him."

"Shut up! If you dare insult White-Winged Duke again, I'll kill you first!"

Thus, the tenth and twentieth ancestors of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors fought a battle on the North Sea before even finding their target.

117: King of Scandinavia

"I'm so grateful, Avia, you've come to my aid again..."

"Alright, alright, it's nothing. Just consider it doing a service to the people."

In a certain area of the North Sea, Siegfried and Avia sat in a small boat.

After learning that Siegfried was going to deal with North Sea Kraken Kraken, Avia learned from his explanation that in recent years, for some unknown reason, the Kraken North Sea Kraken repeatedly appeared and indiscriminately slaughtered passing fishing boats, plunging the people of Scandinavian Islands who relied on fishing for their livelihood into hardship.

I've heard that more and more people are starving to death on the island as a result. This matter originally had nothing to do with the Europe, since the people there didn't ask Siegfried to handle it, as relations between the two sides weren't very friendly due to Faith differences.

And perhaps to explain his actions, before Avia could even ask, Siegfried said this:

"I didn't receive their request, but they must be hoping this disaster will be resolved in order to survive. Therefore, this is an 'evil' that I should deal with even without their personal request. The people there are the same as everyone here; there's no difference."

The silver-haired youth was delighted to see the man before him utter the words he had been waiting for, for this 'Wish-Granting Machine' was now able to decide what to do according to its own will.

In Avia's view, it was only right for her to go and fight the North Sea Kraken, after all, she had received Runes from Odin, and Scandinavian Island was Underworld Realm that Faith the Norse gods, so she had this obligation in every way.

If the Age of Gods still existed, the Norse gods would definitely have intervened. In most pantheons, gods would have intervened in the face of such a calamity that threatened humanity.

"Is that... an island? An island that's slowly rising up?"

"It seems our target has been found, Siegfried, prepare."

When the 'Small Island' was fully visible in the air, Siegfried finally understood that it was not an 'Small Island' at sea.

It was the head of a giant ancient species, the Kraken.

Kraken is a deep-sea Monster in Norse mythology, also known as the "North Sea Kraken" or "Norwegian Sea Monster." It is depicted as a giant squid or octopus. Legend has it that the Monster was about 155 meters long and weighed about 330 tons. It was a giant sea monster that roamed around Norway and Iceland.

Capable of creating enormous whirlpools known as "Skagerrak" that can drag everything to the bottom of the sea, during the Age of Gods, when such whirlpools appeared, the Norse people would pray to their great god Odin, hoping that this one-eyed god could drive away the Kraken and calm the hurricanes and whirlpools at sea.

In an instant, the Gale, like a wild horse unleashed, galloped wildly through the night, and the Torrential Rain poured down, each drop of water seemingly carrying immense force, crashing heavily onto the sea and stirring up layers of white waves.

Then, the Kraken's enormous body covered the entire sky. Its tentacles were as hard as steel, each tens of meters long, waving in the raging storm. Each swing seemed to tear the entire sea apart.

It seemed that all that remained was despair and death.

In an instant, a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky like a sharp sword, illuminating the turbulent sea.

In the dazzling light, a burly figure stood in a small boat drifting in the wind and rain of the North Sea. The shirtless blond man held no weapon, only fists that seemed to burn with flames.

Appearing so boldly before the giant sea monster, Kraken slowly extended its tentacles toward him, as if to pull him into its embrace.

The man, however, grabbed it, tore off a layer, chewed it, and then quickly tore it off again. The troll let out a shrill howl, its tentacles flailing wildly, trying to shake off the blond man who was tightly gripping its tentacles.

Whether the attacking tentacles hit the man is unknown, but amidst the lightning and thunder, a blond man could be vaguely seen using his hand to rush towards the head of one of Kraken's tentacles.

Perhaps sensing that continuing to ignore it might damage his eyes, the tentacle snapped off and disappeared in the next instant, causing the blond man, who had lost his balance, to fall straight into the sea. Immediately following, Kraken's numerous tentacles attacked.

Perhaps due to the pain caused by carelessness, an extremely eerie purple Od mist suddenly emanated from around Kraken, instantly transforming the black world into a terrifying place filled with strange purple mist.

In that instant, the Scandinavia king, Beowulf, was thinking.

Can a well-trained Flesh defend against the giant tentacles of a Kraken? Even if it can, how can one defeat the Kraken? Where are its weaknesses, and how many difficulties must one overcome to strike them?

Time seemed to pass so slowly, yet there was ample time for reflection.

In an era of hero Faith and god worship, everyone dreamed of becoming a hero, Supreme Being king, possessing wealth, beauty, power, and enjoying all the world's most glorious things.

Like a god descending to earth, he wielded his sharp blade, galloping across the boundless land. Wherever his feet trod, he left behind his valiant deeds, sweeping away all enemies and Obstruction that dared to stand in his way, ensuring that his name and story would be forever sung by wandering poets.

But the age of heroes is over. The Missionary Church the Europe have 'killed' them, leaving the local people with nothingness, fear and shame. Only weeping martyrs remain. People no longer worship heroes, but clasp their hands together and begin to pray to the so-called one God.

Because before that One God, there are no heroes.

But the glory of heroes will forever shine in the long river of history, and their stories will be forever sung and passed down.

I cannot die here. Behind me are my people striving for peace and stability. Countless people want to enjoy simple happiness and do their best to maintain a life free from harshness and despair. Whether it is the Kraken, the Fire Dragon, or the Water Demon Grendel, they are all Monster that hinder people's efforts to live.

Therefore--

Not for himself, not for fame, not for wealth, and not even for the name of a hero, but simply to fulfill the duties he should have as king.

"You can't kill me, Kraken, and I will never yield here."

A surge of fighting spirit was reignited. This sea, the lifeblood of the Scandinavian Island people, was a testament to their devotion, and they were determined not to allow Monster to run rampant.

"After all, I am the King of Geatland."

As he murmured this, Beowulf felt his body temperature rise rapidly, exceeding the limits of what the human body could tolerate, and the bloody mark on his chest emitted a dazzling light that could not be concealed even in the darkness.

The previously raging Kraken roared towards the sky, followed by a terrifying thunderclap that seemed to tear apart the purple fog.

Just as if to protect the great hero who now reigns as the King of the Norse, countless blinding lightning bolts, accompanied by raging flames, struck the North Sea Kraken.

When Beowulf came to his senses from the changes in himself, he found that several golden runes were appearing around him.

"... These... could they be--"

As someone born on the Scandinavian Island, Beowulf naturally heard the old legends from the island's elders.

The great god who should be celebrated and sung about, the eternal king of gods in the Saga legends, who ruled over the Nine Norse Worlds of the Age of Gods Deity, remains the object of Faith for most people living throughout the Norse continent to this day.

Even if it's an illusion, this person must have brought glory to the gods, and the gods must still be watching over those who Faith in them.

The young Scandinavia king proudly raised his head, his eyes burning with a fighting spirit like divine flames, and shouted in a powerful, rugged voice, no less deafening than a thunderbolt:

"Your glory has finally been revealed once more... Odin, our true god..."

118: Cain's descendants

The denser and more viscous the Purple Fog emanating from the Kraken, the more lightning strikes descend from the heavens.

Countless lightning bolts struck the North Sea Kraken's body, and flames, like molten lava, roared up as if about to completely melt it.

"Roar!"

Perhaps sensing the familiar Rune aura emanating from the suddenly appearing human, the giant let out an unprecedented roar.

Then, as if in response to this Rune, Kraken trembled slightly.

Contrary to the impression of a sluggish giant, the North Sea Kraken began to leap. Despite its enormous size and seemingly slow movements compared to humans, it was actually moving at incredibly high speeds.

'Kill it! This damn stinky octopus is making this fog so annoying! I'm going to tear it to pieces! Human, just let my mech appear! I'm going to chop its head off!'

"That's too conspicuous, and Typhon, could you please keep your voice down?"

Using Runes to leap over the Torrential Rain North Sea, Avia responded to Typhon's exhilarating Typhon and charged directly at the giant. She nimbly climbed onto the giant's knees and chest, then quickly reached its head and stood atop it.

"Dragon Furnace Ignition."

The silver-haired youth's voice resonated clearly and sincerely over North Sea.

Meanwhile, Mount Etna, far away from here, became active again, as if something that served as a source of Od energy had been extracted.

"The Dragon Path Unfolding."

The power that sealed Typhon rapidly gathered within him, and the young man, whose body was covered in textures, aimed his hands with all his might at the head of the Kraken beneath him.

With the appearance of Great Thunderbolt, the giant's neck was immediately severed, and its enormous head flew through the air.

After flying a few meters, the giant's head rapidly lost moisture in mid-air, drying and weathering away in an instant, as if time had been fast-forwarded.

However, its wounds healed rapidly with astonishing regenerative power, and a new head even grew.

The ancient Phantasmal Species, the North Sea Kraken, is Phantasmal Species that should have continued into reality; it is a strange creature that transcends natural life.

After the Age of Gods ended, the ancient species, which were Phantasmal Species with independent life systems, were unable to maintain their existence. Therefore, they merged and integrated with small-scale natural spirits in the North Sea that were also in a state of extinction, thus surviving in the history of humankind in Norse. So it is not surprising that they have such restorative abilities.

After all, the later Grand Puppeteer, Touko Aozaki, had encountered and fought against her.

In addition, Touko Aozaki also witnessed the Mystic Eyes Collection Train that travels through the Norse Forest, the Bermuda Triangle Sea of No Return that unfolds in a triangle and leads to Otherworld, and the Dead Apostle's organization called the Age of Gods Alliance.

"Dragon Prison Manifestation - Ashen Scorching Armor."

Having fully unleashed the power of Mount Etna, Avia's Od energy surged explosively, and wings sprouted from behind her Crimson armor.

A few seconds later, a crimson substance, tens of thousands of times larger than seawater, spewed out from its wings.

The crimson feathers, like molten lava, possessed a vitality beyond the ordinary and mysterious. When the siren's skin came into contact with the fiery red feathers, it did not even burn, but only turned into white carbonization.

The dragon's wings and feathers will surely tear apart all things, and the fiery red feathers will burn away all phenomena.

The world of despair and flames unleashed by beautiful wings—this is the might of Primordial Dragon, the Typhon Dragon.

Sensing the threat of death, the North Sea Kraken planned to dive into the ocean as quickly as possible. In an attempt to escape, it severed all its tentacles, leaving only its body and head to flee. However—

"You are the Cosmos-Rending Thunder."

Although she didn't want to shout it out, Avia went along with it because Typhon kept muttering. At the same time, a great deal of Od responded to the shout.

The Sacred Phrase, expressing special Authority, roared past, and a torrent of red and black appeared from Avia's hands.

At this moment, is the world noticing the mystery descending from the sky? As Typhon's power is fully unleashed, the aurora shimmers in the distant sky.

Even if it was only for a fleeting moment, the sky of the Age of Gods and the sky of the Present World were swapped.

The alien lightning bolts spewed from the raging storm toward the North Sea shrouded in a thick purple fog; this was the destructive weapon Typhon had recreated in a completely new way after deciphering Zeus's blueprints.

The scorching double helix incinerated all the molecules in the air and completely engulfed the North Sea Kraken, in one gulp.

'Marvelous!'

Typhon's voice sounded excited; if she were in Humanoid instead of armor, she would probably be clasping hands in delight.

But at the same time, the ancient species, which should be immortal, officially die starting today.

Then, the Torrential Rain subsided, the thick fog disappeared, Sun shone on the North Sea once more, the dazzling golden sea seeming to herald the arrival of this dawn.

"I'm really exhausted..."

Beowulf, sweating profusely and panting heavily, hurriedly pulled out his water bottle, took a swig, and poured it over his head to suppress his emotions and physical exhaustion. At the same time, he rowed his dilapidated boat to the side of Avia and Siegfried's boat.

"I don't know your names--"

The blond, muscular man grinned broadly. After all, the two men in front of him were his benefactors in dealing with Kraken, so of course he had to behave well.

Especially the younger man, who was undoubtedly an emissary sent by the great god Odin; otherwise, how could he possess such pure Runes, and also contribute the most? As for the tired man who, like himself, was merely a subordinate...

When he came to his senses, Beowulf realized that the tired man was wearing the Church symbol he disliked the most: the Cross hanging on his chest.

"My name is Avia, and this is Siegfried."

The silver-haired youth smiled slightly.

"What great names! These are all wonderful names!"

Although he didn't particularly like the people in the Church, Beowulf quickly adjusted his mindset. After all, they were people who had helped him defeat the Kraken, and he should treat them well.

"Haha, I almost forgot to mention, my name is Beowulf! It's a pleasure to meet you both!"

The blond man pressed on the shoulder while rotating his arm.