Death to Blasphemers

Sphinx flew through the sky, through day and night.

Whenever Jiang Yang spotted a once-familiar place, he would occasionally descend to take a look.

The rest of the time, they flew across the heavens.

The Golden Human tribes along their route were no different from those in the Olympian Region.

Only, as they approached the territory of the Norse Refuge, tribes that worshipped the Norse gods gradually grew more numerous.

Across this vast land, powerful mutant beasts also claimed mountains as their kingdoms, and some Golden Humans worshipped them as gods.

Compared with Olympus, the Norse Refuge had far less control over its own territory.

For a thousand years, a powerful wolf pack in the north had been Odin's enemy.

They had risen from the apocalypse, gradually dominating the northern ice fields to become one of its two great overlords.

They all possessed considerable intelligence and formidable strength, and they were even exceptionally united.

Under the leadership of the old Wolf King Loki, they had once waged a thousand-year war against Odin's Norse Divine Court.

Both sides had suffered casualties, but Odin had always held the upper hand.

Thus, Odin had never sought aid from the other refuges, believing he could deal with them himself.

But over the past three hundred years, an exceptionally powerful Demon Wolf with peerless talent had risen. It was Fenrir!

As it grew, it became stronger step by step, eventually reaching emperor-rank.

Later, it defeated the old Wolf King Loki and ascended to the throne as the new Wolf King!

This new Wolf King was incomparably savage. As soon as it took the throne, it launched a long-distance raid into the Norse Divine Clan's territory, ambushed and slaughtered several members of the Norse Divine Clan who had ventured out, then departed without a care.

This enraged Odin, who personally went in pursuit of the enemy, and a brutal battle erupted on the ice fields.

The battle ended with Odin losing an eye and returning gravely wounded.

Fenrir was also badly wounded, but its injuries were lighter than those of Odin, who had lost an eye.

Upon returning to the divine domain, Odin went into seclusion to heal.

Several years later, Jiang Yang emerged into the world and then fought a great battle against Gilgamesh. Seeing the path to the emperor-rank second step, Odin gained tremendous inspiration.

After discussing it with several God Kings, he entered seclusion to pursue a breakthrough at the same time as Zeus.

But because of his earlier injuries, Odin, whose cultivation had always been ahead, clearly fell behind this time.

As Jiang Yang neared the Norse divine domain, his communicator suddenly received a plea for aid from the Norse Divine Clan.

"Something happened?"

Jiang Yang froze for a moment, then hurriedly urged Sphinx to go at full throttle.

When he reached the sky above the Norse divine domain, he found it surrounded by a huge pack of enormous, vicious Demon Wolves.

Blood splattered the ground around the divine domain, and bodies lay strewn everywhere. Several great battles had evidently already taken place.

Dozens of ruined suits of golden armor lay scattered across the earth, torn apart on the ground. The Divine Clan warriors within had unrecognizable faces and had died gruesomely; there was not even a single intact corpse.

High in the sky, Jiang Yang lowered his gaze slightly and saw an exceptionally tall Demon Wolf at the very front of all the giant wolves.

It was twice as tall as Sphinx was now, with jet-black fur covering its entire body and a dark power shrouding it.

Jiang Yang sensed that although this Demon Wolf was also emperor-rank, it could fight ten Sphinxes.

He even saw a familiar quality in it.

He chuckled softly.

"The path of invincibility?"

Fighting spirit ignited in his chest, and soaring, undying golden flames blazed from his eyes!

Below.

Fenrir, King of the Demon Wolves, roared. It could actually speak the Divine Clan's language as well.

"Roar! Norse Divine Clan, where is your God King Odin? I defeated him a few years ago, and now he's started hiding his head in his shell like a turtle? Odin, get out here, or I'll kill every last one of your subordinates! Awooo!"

Within the Norse divine domain, a young man holding a war hammer stood before the bodies of a hundred or so companions, with even more grievously wounded Divine Clan warriors behind him.

He hurled a bolt of lightning at Fenrir and shouted furiously.

"Fenrir, Father is still in seclusion. If you've got the ability, kill us first. Father will avenge us!"

Fenrir narrowed its enormous wolf eyes. The reason it had not slaughtered the Norse Divine Clan members before it was that it sensed it stood at a critical threshold. Only by defeating Odin could it complete its transformation!

Its previous battle against Odin had, in truth, been a draw at best. Leaving that pent-up breath unreleased was unbearably uncomfortable!

Jiang Yang knew this feeling well. Thus, he also understood why the Norse Divine Clan had not yet been slaughtered when he arrived.

Seeing that fool with the hammer below still taunting Fenrir, Jiang Yang inwardly counted himself fortunate.

Fenrir's gaze was already utterly frenzied. Had he not happened to arrive, it might well have abandoned the idea of fighting Odin and slaughtered everyone before it!

At that moment, Fenrir finally lost restraint. Its savage nature erupted, and demonic power poured forth.

It opened its enormous, blood-red maw, blotting out the sky. Billowing darkness began gathering inside its mouth, as though it had swallowed the very heavens.

"Then die, all of you scum!"

Beneath that bloody maw, the Norse Divine Clan members closed their eyes in utter despair, waiting for death to descend.

"We escaped the apocalypse, but in the end, we couldn't escape a mutant beast's jaws."

"I'm tired, so tired. Resting wouldn't be so bad."

Yet after waiting a long time, they discovered they were still standing unharmed where they had been.

When they opened their eyes, they saw a radiant, imposing figure standing proudly before them all!

Eternally undying golden flames burned in his eyes, and his aura held a soaring pride that could crush the firmament!

An utterly indifferent, imperious voice rang from his mouth, shaking heaven and earth for a hundred thousand miles.

"Death to blasphemers! Fenrir, I've come to beat you to death!"