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At the same time.

Glass Alley.

Several panicked figures were running in front, and Alfred was chasing them leisurely with lightning under his feet.

After 13 years of endless battles with the undead in the underworld, Alfred was no longer the young boy he once was.

Although he was still 15 years old, he was far superior to the elders who followed Loki in terms of sequence level and combat experience.

The one running desperately under his feet was the Shadow Lord Myra, one of the three masters.

The Viking pirates under Loki immediately gained a temporary numerical advantage by riding the "Drilling Worm" controlled by Mutu in Constantinople. The Drilling Worm vomited nearly 500 elite pirates from its worm intestines.

They also brought the portal to the Sunken City.

For the Normans, entering Constantinople might be a great feat that could only be accomplished once in a lifetime. It is no exaggeration to describe this city as "full of gold".

On weekdays, the Slavs disliked the Vikings, the Vikings disliked the English, and the French disliked everyone. The entire kingdom has not fallen apart for more than a decade, largely relying on Ecbert's genius notification skills.

Invading Constantinople is a hard-won "team building opportunity", and all residents in the kingdom who are willing to plunder can participate.

After the portal was opened, a steady stream of Norman invaders poured into the city.

After an afternoon, even Alfred, who launched the attack, was not sure how many people came.

But it can be known that in this blood-fog city, the Normans temporarily occupied an absolute numerical advantage. It takes at least 3-7 days for the Roman border guards to return to the city to serve the king.

During this time, the Normans are the real masters of this city.

The blood mist filled the night sky, completely obscuring the stars and the moon. From time to time, loud dragon roars sounded in the sky. The dragon's breath dispelled the darkness, and the war could be seen in the sky.

Whether on the ground or in the sky, the Normans temporarily gained an absolute advantage.

This was enough for Alfred.

As a skilled hunter, he dared to guarantee that none of the three lords would be alive to see tomorrow's sun.

"Boss, should we take action?"

"Don't lose the rabbit again, let this old guy who is smarter than a monkey escape!"

The subordinates around him watched Alfred tracking his prey slowly, and they were quite anxious at this time. The whole city was caught in the flames of war, and all the reinforcements arranged by the Lizardman Lord before the war were all caught in the chaos.

They were completely isolated and helpless at this time.

"Don't panic."

"Any creature can witness the rise and fall of more than a dozen rounds of civilization, and still prosper after more than a dozen global disasters."

"I don't believe they don't have three or five trump cards in their hands."

"We are the ones who have the advantage now. We should use our numerical advantage to turn out all the trump cards in his hand as much as possible, and then give him a fatal blow when he is exhausted."

"This is the most energy-saving way of fighting."

The subordinate nodded, and no longer dared to despise this English boy who looked only 15 years old.

Because young people lack life experience, the most lacking thing is "patience". Alfred beside him is obviously a very patient person. All his performance after entering the battlefield is completely inconsistent with his appearance. He is very much like the old beast leader in the Scandinavian Peninsula.

On the other hand, Alfred's action plan at this time obviously has his own purpose.

He has long observed that the lizardman leader does not seem to have any ability to fly quickly.

On weekdays, their biggest reliance for survival is to wear human skin and mingle in human civilization. Since the "Lord of Disaster" Betugu brought about a flood, causing the ancestors to experience a significant decline, they have been enjoying this comfortable life for nearly ten thousand years.

After a long period of not experiencing a life-and-death battle, they have now evolved superb fighting skills in just one afternoon.

This is completely impossible.

Although he despised the enemy in terms of fighting spirit, Alfred did not relax in tactics.

This bloody battle in Constantinople may not last long, and he must conserve enough physical strength to deal with all future emergencies.

Based on this consideration, he kept a safe distance behind the prey, allowing the prey to consume most of its physical strength in useless running. This is the true meaning of waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out.

(Obviously, this old guy is not running aimlessly.)

(After leaving the Colosseum, he circled the city halfway, and then circled several blocks continuously. The purpose of doing so should be to let the Illuminati peripheral members who were ambushed in specific buildings help him.)

(However, a large number of Normans suddenly poured into the city, which made all citizens feel insecure. Nearly one million citizens in the city took up arms at the same time, and the Illuminati would also be besieged by a large number of citizens.)

Now that he has been around for a long time and has come to Glass Alley, it is not difficult to see that this old guy is also a little exhausted.

His running speed is far from his peak.

Where is his last stop?

Alfred continued to chase in confusion.

Glass Alley is a glass-making district in Constantinople. Compared with other commercial streets, Glass Alley is more advanced in terms of architectural style and decoration level.

Because the backstreet of Glass Lane is the famous "rich area" Caesar's Gate in Constantinople.

This is a series of low, flat hills,

The wealthy merchants and nobles living in this city like to build their residences on hills. In this way, you can have a bird's-eye view of the entire city and appreciate the incredible craftsmanship of Byzantine craftsmen from mid-air.

(Could he want to hide in a noble mansion?)

But nobles have private armies. The first goal of the group of evil-doing Slavic hunters and English mobs after they walked out of the portal was to attack Caesar's Gate.

No matter how noble his status is, how could a noble let such a disaster in?

At this time Alfred has been promoted to Sequence 3 of the "Hurricane Berserker Path", Hurricane Lord. Even in the battle with the Asa Protoss, he could not lose in a short period of time, and it was extremely difficult for him to feel a sense of crisis in a mortal battle.

When Myra passed through Caesar's Gate in embarrassment, he threw his hatchet and killed the last servant beside Myra.

And Myra, who has been running all the way, has obviously reached the end of her journey.

Summoning the remaining ghost energy in her body, Myra opened her arms.

The dark rift appears again

A huge manor not far from Caesar's Gate was like soft butter, and a corner was immediately cut off silkily. Inside the manor, a lady in overalls with a child in her arms stood there dumbfounded.

Myra stepped forward, stretched out her lizard palm, and grabbed her neck.

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In mid-air, Alfred slowly approached.

Caesar's Gate is nearly seven blocks away from the Colosseum, and the blood mist rolling and spreading in the city begins to become much thinner here.

After getting slightly closer, he narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the hostage in Myra's hand.

"Elicia?"

"Is this really you?"

**

Alfred's biological father, "Ecbert", the Lord of Wessex, was a born king.

Although he was born in the English Islands, a "barbarian land" in the eyes of Westerners, his vision and knowledge were no less than those of the Roman aristocrats.

After taking the throne, he vigorously developed trade and relied on the geographical advantages of the English Channel to squeeze the other six countries with an iron fist, thus accumulating a large amount of capital.

He will use all the gold and silver he obtains to develop, raise and cultivate dragon knights.

Everyone persuaded him that dragons and pegasus were luxuries that only the wealthy men in the Principality of France could afford. It was enough for us to have cavalry and crossbows.

But Ecbert was a king with a vision.

He knew that poverty and backwardness were only temporary. As long as he owned the dragon, he would own the entire island sooner or later.

He also spared no expense in the education of his children.

When Alfred was 8 years old, he spent an unimaginable amount of gold and silver to send his eldest son thousands of miles to the top university in Constantinople, the Pantheon, for education.

Ecbert saw the future clearly.

The aristocratic young men who can enter the Pantheon are either rich or noble in Rome, and most of them are the children of top wealthy businessmen or provincial lords.

Alfred's study of martial arts and culture was secondary. The most important purpose was to gain a circle of friends that he had never had through childhood companionship. In the future, if he wanted to marry or trade, he could discuss his childhood feelings.

Instead of trying to use gold and silver to open a road like yourself, you don't have the chance to meet.

It was in the Pantheon that 8-year-old Alfred met Pompeii.

The status of the two people is completely different.

**

Ilysia Pompeii was born into the famous Pompeian family in Constantinople.

"Pompei" is a legendary surname in the eyes of the Romans, because the Pompeii family once had XXX Pompeii, one of the three giants of ancient Rome.

This Roman senator who almost seized the power of the kingdom was once a man with only one hand in the kingdom. Although his plan to seize power failed in the end, if a big tree fell, thousands of saplings would sprout from the ground.

The Pompeii family never really declined during the thousands of years that the kingdom lasted, and had long been active in the Roman military and political circles.

When 6-year-old Ilysia entered the Pantheon, her biological father "Behemoth Pompeii" was in charge of 17 of the 42 commercial ports in the kingdom and was the veritable shipping king of the Byzantine Empire.

There is a joke circulating in the business circles of Constantinople: "If you look at the sea at any time, in any place, in any direction, a Pompeii cargo ship will definitely pass by in your sight within three minutes."

This may be an exaggeration, but it is enough to describe the huge financial resources of the Pompeii family in the kingdom.

The main reason why the Pompeii family's business was large and stable was that they never did business themselves. All tribesmen are only responsible for renting out cargo ship ports to help merchants traveling from east to west transport goods.

Take no risk and therefore never lose money.

One can imagine what kind of support she will receive when Ilysia, who is as bright as the blazing sun, walks into the Pantheon. Although all the students are equally young, they have been exposed to the upper class society since they were young, allowing them to understand the importance of gold coins early.

Everyone looked at Ilicia as if they were seeing a pile of sparkling gold. They knew what would happen if they could have a future with this girl, not just themselves.

Your own family will gain huge political capital.

In contrast, Alfred walked onto the card table with almost empty hands.

In the eyes of Roman nobles, the Duchy of France is still a remote place, and the more remote English Islands are almost equivalent to wilderness. Proud Roman merchants never have too much communication with barbarians, because there are thousands of ways to make money in this world.

Barbarians do not know etiquette and are mostly poor, and doing business with them is extremely inefficient.

Not long after entering school, his companions began to call Alfred a "barbarian".

This is not their fault, because their parents think so.

Among all people, only Ilisia would invite Alfred to a party. This is not because the 6-year-old girl has a keen eye for people, but because her biological mother, "Countess Eumoyan", is a devout believer in the Holy Lord Church.

She believes that the Holy Lord Christ loves all living beings in the world.

Even foreign barbarians should not be artificially isolated in this city.

In order to prevent the young man from a foreign country from making a fool of himself, Eumoyan would even send servants to send him clothes and let his only daughter, Ilisia, train him in noble etiquette alone.

It was this time of solitude that made the young boys and girls begin to develop their first wisps of ignorant feelings.

After entering school, Alfred gradually began to show his extraordinary talent.

This was not because he was born with a smarter brain than the Roman teenagers, but because these Roman nobles did not know what hard work was. Children aged eight or nine are at the most playful moment in their lives, and the teenagers also know that they are a group of people born with a silver spoon in their mouths.

Even if they can't read and play all day, it is impossible for ordinary citizens to catch up with them.

In this case, practicing calligraphy every day?

Only a fool would do this.

And Alfred is this fool.

He is stupid because he can feel Ilissia's hopeful eyes.

Whenever the noble girl of the Pompeii family can look at him, he has endless motivation. If he can give him a faint smile again, he will do his best to make the girl smile again even if he bleeds and sweats.

It is conceivable that in the eyes of the noble girl, Alfred is also a unique person.

As one of the brightest stars in the Pantheon, the delicate and graceful Ilysia never lacks playmates. The playmates love this gentle and lovely girl, and the playmates' parents understand the true meaning of the word "Pompeii" in the kingdom.

At the girl's birthday party, almost everyone gave her the treasures in the bottom of the family box. Among a row of gold and silver jewelry that shine with golden light, the girl only turned her head to watch the clumsy sword dance presented by Alfred for her.

The exquisite dance skills of the East Land people are simply not something that an 8-year-old English boy can learn in a short period of time, but Alfred forced himself to complete the three-section East Land sword dance with a stiff body movement amid the ridicule of his companions.

Why do this?

The reason is simple. Every time Ilysia sees him practicing sword with clumsy body movements and sweating profusely, she will laugh from the bottom of her heart.

However, among all the other noble boys who laughed today, Ilysia looked at the sweaty Alfred with shining eyes.

At this moment, she suddenly understood what her mother said.

When people see the treasure, their hearts will beat strongly.

The gifts brought by other teenagers were all expensive, but Ilisia knew that they didn't need to spend any effort to get these things. As soon as they opened a box, the servants would respectfully offer them everything they needed.

The clumsy Alfred learned this sword dance. God knows how many sleepless nights he had to spend, how many times he hit his body on the floor, and how much pain he endured before he could barely complete it.

Among all the people present, the others gave her things outside of their bodies.

Only Alfred gave her a sincere heart.

Alfred was the treasure in her life.

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From the age of 8 to 12, Alfred spent 4 years in the Pantheon.

After the age of 12, he and all his companions reached the age of graduation.

According to the regulations of the Vatican, if they want to continue their education after the age of 12, they must enter the church school established by the Vatican. Under the Pope's feet, even the descendants of the Mikhail family cannot disobey the Church at will.

Therefore, education from the orthodox Roman world can only last until the age of 12.

Entering a church school means accepting the strict management of priests, which is unnecessary in the eyes of many nobles. After all, not all merchants are devout believers. The main reason they raise the Holy Lord is just because everyone around them is like this.

In the eyes of pragmatic businessmen, if they really want to continue to develop academics.

Entering the city of learning as a bachelor is a better choice. After all, bachelors master "real" technology.

Unlike priests and pastors, they waste most of their lives in illusory gospel prayers.

At the time of separation, Ilisia Pompey had completely accepted Alfred in his heart. The 12-year-old boy and girl have not yet developed a more intimate physical relationship, but in spirit, the two are as close as one person.

Before Alfred left Constantinople, Ilisia committed the Ten Commandments of the Holy Lord for the first time in his life.

The girl entered the family treasury, took out the snake-gut dagger that her father loved so much, and gave it to Alfred as a token of love.

Ilisia knew what her father meant.

If Alfred didn't come back before she turned 16, she would probably marry the pig-like Master Tessio.

In this way, the marriage between the two families would control 37 of the 42 ports around Constantinople, and completely become an unshakable giant in the industry.

This is the common hope of the two families.

But it is not Ilissia's choice.

She knew that the wild land that Alfred was about to return to was full of dangers, so she hoped that this short knife, which was said to be indestructible, could successfully hold his life.

Even if he didn't have the capital to marry her, at least he could take her away and leave this upper class that eats people without spitting bones

To be honest.

Many years later, Alfred did not forget the childhood promise.

He was only 15 years old when he led the Frost Giants to attack Paris.

Ilissia was 13 that year.

Alfred fantasized that in two years, when Loki successfully occupied Paris, he would have the capital to compete with Master Tessio with the huge Normandy Kingdom behind him.

However, he never expected that he would die in Paris. Entered the underworld and spent 13 long years in endless battles.

After 13 years, Loki successfully resurrected Alfred, and after returning to the human world, his soul once again entered the body frozen in the ice of Murmansk for thousands of years.

Now he still looks like 15 years old.

However, Miss Ilisia, who appeared in front of him again, did not escape the erosion of time.

Before the fight began, "Lord of Shadows" Myra had obviously anticipated that Alfred would most likely rush into the city. The peripheral members of the Illuminati should have already done the corresponding investigation and knew where Alfred's weakness was.

At this time, Ilisia was in Myra's hands.

His sharp lizard claws tightly clasped Ilisia's snow-white neck.

Alfred slowly fell from the air.

He stood directly in front of Myra.

"I used to think that you Illuminati were all civilized and cultured people. I didn't expect that you would actually perform this scene for me now."

"Lord Myra, to be honest, I am very disappointed."

Alfred stretched out his right hand, and thunder and lightning immediately began to gather at his fingertips.

Myra's eyes shrank into the size of pinholes in an instant.

In the thunder, he felt a strong sense of death crisis.

**

Myra was really helpless to make such a hasty decision.

Everything that the Illuminati encountered in the past few days was because they had put the focus of defense in the wrong place from the beginning.

The "20 days later" mentioned by Loki was simply a trap, and his riding a dragon to fly down was also a trick. All these preparations were to make the three leaders fall into a thinking error.

20 days is just enough for the longship to cross the North Sea.

The dragons raised by the Normans are very powerful.

All the defense points arranged by the peripheral members of the Illuminati are all to resist the longship and the dragon. Some careful people like "Lord of the Eyes" Fitzroy even realized that Loki might use the portal to transport soldiers.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to spend all his money to set up an ambush in the city.

Once the portal fluctuates, they will rush out immediately.

Myra originally thought that they had calculated everything. However, she never expected that Loki summoned reinforcements with the earth-drilling worms that once belonged to "King of the Earthsea" Mutu.

This was seriously beyond her imagination.

One wrong move, the whole game is lost.

When the vast blood mist covering the whole city rushed over, Myra saw no companions around him. In his eyes, there were only Viking pirates rushing towards him like a tide.

If he was in good condition at this time, he could freely cast void spells to massacre foreign enemies.

But don't forget that in the Colosseum, he had just been hit by the rune arrow shot by Green. The dead souls of the Nicholson family are spiritual creatures without a physical body. The consequence of being possessed by evil spirits is that the psionic energy that has been condensed into the body with great difficulty is quickly consumed by the evil spirits.

The ghosts of the Nicholson family, who had obtained sufficient supplies, launched a nearly crazy mental attack on Myra's consciousness.

Myra felt that she had never been as embarrassed as she was today in the past ten thousand years.

He had the ability to kill the ghost in his body.

But this required the use of the Holy Light spell.

And in order to generate the Holy Light, he had to disperse all the psionic energy in his body and lead the spiritual energy into his body.

Only in this way could he chant the Gospel prayer and cast the Holy Light spell.

If he was in a relatively safe environment, it would be fine to do so. But now Constantinople is a hell on earth. In the blood mist where you can't see your hand in front of your face, there are countless bloodthirsty Viking pirates holding axes and rushing left and right.

Relying on the mild Holy Light spell can't kill these bloodthirsty demons.

Especially since he has provoked the most powerful one of these enemies.

Alfred is a very smart hunter.

He had obviously discovered the evil spirit in his body, so he did not take the initiative to attack, allowing himself to continue to consume physical strength while running, while the ghost spirit continued to devour his remaining psionic energy.

Bursting out the remaining physical energy and fleeing to Caesar's Gate, Myra was close to the edge of exhaustion.

During this long escape, his brain was always thinking about a question.

Why did Betugu, the chief think tank of the Illuminati, the "Lord of Disaster", allow all this to happen? !

In Myra's impression, Betugu has always been an anxious and deep-minded person with a lot of scheming. Every order he issued must have hidden deep meanings.

Even if they cannot comprehend it at first, they will definitely realize his wisdom in the future.

However, this plan is a complete failure.

From the moment the three clan leaders entered the Colosseum to fight with Loki, everything fell into the calculations of this Viking lord.

What is even more bizarre is Betugu's subsequent reaction.

Within the Illuminati, the general perception is that Betugu, the "Lord of Disaster", has a good fighting power, but he rarely takes action himself. This is due to his deep caution.

People in Donglu often say that the true meaning of a knife is not to reveal it, but to hide it. The most dangerous situation on the battlefield is often before the blade is exposed.

Betugu deeply understands the essence of these two sentences.

Even when facing his fellow brothers who are also the 12 clan leaders, he still never reveals how powerful he is. A layer of hazy mist always shrouds his head, making it difficult for everyone to figure out his details.

Perhaps all this can be described as "keeping a mystery" or "deliberately hiding one's shortcomings".

But today in the Colosseum, Betugu's actions could not be explained in any way.

From entering the Colosseum to the burrowing worms breaking out of the ground, Betugu did not take any action at all in the face of the crazy attacks of Loki, Green, and Red Blood Pigeon.

No action, no resistance, and no escape.

Hiding far away, watching their life-and-death fight like an audience.

If the situation can still be described as "hiding strength" after this development, then when a large group of Viking pirates jumped out of the giant mouth of the burrowing worms, they opened the portal to attract more reinforcements.

When this series of actions took place, Betugu still did nothing.

He turned and ran away.

That's all!

Betugu didn't like his subordinates to ask too many questions. He preferred other lords to think for themselves and understand his intentions.

Myra kept thinking about this problem all the way from the Colosseum.

Until he used the remaining psionic energy to blow up the Tesio Mansion and catch the Duchess of Tesio who was hiding in it.

He came to a conclusion in his heart.

No matter what Betugu's true intention was, he was afraid that he had become a discarded child in the hands of his companions.

Whether he lived or died could only be decided by himself.

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Alfred was only 5 meters away from Myra.

For a kidnapping, this was a relatively safe distance. Through the thin blood mist, he could see the current appearance of his childhood playmate.

From the outline of his face, he could recognize that the person in front of him was still Ilisia in his memory.

It's just that after a long time, he is 26 years old this year.

When Myra was held hostage, there was a child in her arms who looked only two or three years old. Children of this age are older than babies, but not much older. He stretched out his chubby palm and patted Myra's palm with dark green patterns.

I thought everything that happened in front of me was just a routine game every afternoon.

Alfred looked into Ilisia's eyes and found that the biggest difference between her and her childhood was that the aura in her eyes had completely disappeared. Even though Myra was strangling her throat at this time, there was not much fear in her eyes.

There were three parts of surprise, three parts of regret, and three parts of unwillingness in the pair of deep blue pupils.

There was also one part of hidden determination.

"I am Tessio Higgins, the son of shipping magnate Clune Higgins!"

"I'll kiss you, don't hurt my family. If you need money, I can give you a lot!"

Behind Myra, a short and strong man with a height of 7 feet and a weight of nearly 300 kilograms tremblingly said this. However, when his sight passed through the blood mist, he saw clearly that the person who held his wife and children hostage was the Illuminati lizard man.

He turned around and left without saying a word.

At this moment, Alfred immediately understood the determination in Ilisia's eyes.

After growing up, he had not seen his childhood playmate for many years. When he heard about him again, he was killed in Paris. How many choices are left for a 13-year-old girl?

She has no survival skills and no spiritual sustenance.

In addition to marrying Master Tessio according to the will of her family, what other choices does she have?

"Miss Ilisia, long time no see"

After 16 years of separation, this was the first sentence Alfred said to Ilisia. As soon as he said this, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Judging from her appearance, Ilisia was much older than him at this time.

But it didn't matter.

"I, the Normandy people, have never had the habit of negotiating with thugs. Judging from your current life and Master Tesio's outstanding performance, you are not living well now."

"Why don't we take a gamble?"

Alfred raised his right hand, and the rich lightning condensed in his palm crackled and shone like a beacon in the blood mist.

"I'll save you now!"

"If you're not killed by lightning, I'll leave that cowardly fat pig and take you far away."

"If you're dead, it doesn't matter. Just wait for me in the underworld. When I finish my work, I'll go down to meet you!"

After saying that, Alfred raised his palms flat, and the whole person was like a sharp lightning spear, and immediately pointed at the shadow lord Myra not far in front of him.

Myra shook her head helplessly.

It was an extremely stupid decision to threaten Alfred with a playmate from more than ten years ago.

Not to mention that Alfred is not one of those good men and women of the Holy Episcopal Church. Even if he has kindness in his heart, what is the glory of capturing the leader of the Illuminati compared to a woman?

If he hadn't been so dizzy, he would never have come up with such a stupid pig-like plan.

But now he had no choice.

Using all the psionic energy in her body to temporarily control the roiling evil spirits in her body, Myra held her breath and looked at Alfred's right hand. He knew that this was a hurricane berserker of high rank.

After condensing thunder and lightning, his offensive is about to come.

There was a thunder in the sky. Myra did not raise her head at all. He knew that it was just a cover-up before Alfred launched the attack. However, he never expected that a red thunder suddenly fell from the blood mist above his head. The thick thunder poured from the top of Myra's head, containing the meaning of The rushing plasma of violent energy poured into its entire body without mercy.

This caused a slight hesitation in his body.

In this short moment, Alfred moved.

From being stranded in place to suddenly appearing in front of Myra, it only took him less than the blink of an eye. Just when Myra was about to exert force on her wrist, Alfred slapped his cheek hard with thunder in his palm.

In the burning smell caused by the thunder, Myra continued to roll in mid-air, like a broken sack forced to let go of the hostage in its hand.

Alfred dodged to catch the child in mid-air, while not forgetting to hold Ilysia in his arms.

The combination of a 15-year-old boy and a 26-year-old woman seems quite strange, but at this moment it seems extremely harmonious.

"What's your son's name?"

"Joseph Higgin"

"Joseph, what kind of bullshit name is this? It's copied from the Bible at first glance." Alfred shook his head slightly.

"This is a bad name. My children will have to go through ups and downs with me in the future.

He couldn't call him such a weak name. "

"My family has always used Old English as a name, and there is no surname in Old English. My biological father is Ecbert, and my name is Alfred. As for you?

Let’s call him William from now on!

The toddler who had just learned to toddle obviously didn't know that his name had been changed invisibly. He only felt that the things that were flying in the air just now seemed very exciting, and he laughed out loud from the corner of his mouth, and touched Alfred's cheek with his two small hands.

"Hehe, I quite like you."

He has followed Loki for a long time, and fought side by side with the Aesir in the underworld. At this time, Alfred was far more proficient in Viking culture than the average Viking.

It doesn't matter whether the child is related to you or not.

Compared with their origin, what is more important is whether young children can take up arms and fight behind them.

School is not the best place to test talent.

The battlefield is.

Those who lack talent and hard work will naturally be eliminated in battles. Only the youngest sons who survive rounds of brutal battles are likely to obtain wives, fiefs, or titles.

Surviving is the greatest reward for God King Odin.

No one cares whose blood is flowing in the bodies of future generations.

"As for you, I can treat you as dead today."

"From now on, live with me and be my bride!"

At least 9 out of 10 Vikings had their wives snatched back on the battlefield. The Vikings never cared about the origins of their wives. In many cases, the blood, sweat, and plunder of their wives on the battlefield were more worthy of showing off.

As long as their wives are willing to accompany them, they become husband and wife without any ceremony.

Taking off his robe and placing it on the woman's thin shoulders, Alfred found that Ilysia had tears streaming down her face.

Although the tears were flowing, it was not difficult to find that her gray eyes were blooming with vitality again.

"From today on, we leave this hell and live the life I promised you when I was a child! I will take you on a dragon and take you to the end of the world.

"What are you saying, is this possible?"

Haha, when have I ever made a joke to you?

I heard that the king of the New World is a subordinate of my adoptive father.

The two of them were chatting cordially as if no one was around, completely unaware that in a corner not far away, a figure covered in black stood up slowly in the dark corner.

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After 13 years of endless fighting in the underworld, Alfred possesses extremely rich battlefield adaptability.

Facing Myra holding a hostage, he raised his right hand to condense thunder and lightning.

This move seemed powerful, but in fact it was just to attract Myra's attention. The real killing move is the red thunder falling from the sky.

The lightning struck into the meridians and temporarily paralyzed him. Alfred then cut in like wind and thunder.

The real fight is only completed in one move.

Alfred was very confident in his fists. Facing the undead sword cultivator in the underworld, he used the same move to knock down a golden elixir sword cultivator from mid-air and knocked him unconscious.

For Myra, the Lord of Shadows who was running out of energy at this time, he was confident that he could defeat the enemy with one move.

But Alfred ignored a crucial point.

The reason why Myra was so weak at this time was precisely because he was struck by a rune arrow shot by "Siren" Gelin. The evil spirit of the Nicholson family sealed within the arrow entered his consciousness, greedily devouring all the psionic energy Myra had accumulated like a parasite.

And all this happened before Alfred jumped out of the insect's body.

He didn't know about it.

When he used his "Storm Lord" identity to summon red thunder to fall from the sky, the thunder poured into Myra's meridians and indeed paralyzed him.

But at the same time, the violent plasma contained in the thunder ruthlessly shattered the evil spirit of the Nicholson family in Myra's body.

Once the mad demon like tarsal maggots disappears, Myra can quickly accumulate spiritual energy.

Alfred was so confident in his own strength that after defeating Myra with one blow, he focused all his attention on Ilysia and temporarily forgot about this dangerous enemy.

This gave him a brief respite.

This is a huge mistake.

Myra is not as weak as she lets on. You must know that this is a terrifying enemy who has been studying dark magic for 200 million years. His understanding of dark psionic energy is so profound that most of the holy light spells in the Holy Bishop are from his handwriting.

Facing such a powerful enemy, even giving him a moment to breathe is extremely dangerous.

"Flowers that bloom in the dark, please weave your vines into whips of pain

I will hold justice in my hand and deliver divine punishment!

Beat all sins with endless darkness! "

"Coffin bearers, please light the lamp; grave diggers, please pray for me.

Tonight, I am the king of darkness.

I will bury their souls"

In a long series of obscure mutterings, Alfred could feel an extremely cold and cold spiritual energy accumulating not far away from him.

Myra, who was almost out of touch after falling to the ground, quickly recovered her original strength without knowing what kind of spell she cast. A cold, dark fog condensed on the scales all over his body. The black fog extended from his left and right palms and condensed into two long black whips.

If you look closely, it looks like a long section of the space near your palm has been erased out of thin air.

"Back off."

Alfred remained calm and just gently pushed the Ilicia mother and son beside him behind him.

However, before the palm left the woman's warm body, a larger palm suddenly stretched out from behind, pulling Ilicia behind him with greater strength.

Looking back, Alfred saw the slightly weathered face of Buchan Bushi.

"This is great fun!"

"Icy, cold, it will automatically become cold without feeding you!"

“There is such a useful thing in the world?!

If I had encountered this kid for a few years, why would I waste so much time on XXX and Surtur?

Bakambu looked towards Myra, his eyes shining with intoxication and greed.

**

In the past ten years, Loki entered the Black Desert, Ecbert built the country, Mohlantin was busy developing business, and Reverend Francis was surrounded by people in the city of Paris.

But Buchan Bushi mysteriously disappeared.

He backhanded his kingdom to his trusted teacher Oleg, then plunged into the Asgardian portal and almost never returned.

For 13 years, he had only one obsession in his mind -

——Kill the flame giant wandering in the "Fire Land" XXX, Surtur!

For this goal, he sent all the elite warriors from Murmansk into Asgard and lined up in several columns to fight Surtur in turn.

However, he has never been successful.

Not to mention success, even if Surtur was seriously injured, he couldn't bring him down.

Bakan Bushi was beaten all over by Surtur almost every day and was on the verge of death. Very few people can endure this kind of almost self-inflicted pain, but the Slavic King Bakan Bush is obviously an outlier among mortals.

He was extremely obsessed with this kind of life of wandering on the edge of death for a long time. After 13 long years, she was still alive.

And "defeating Surtur" has almost become the highest belief that supports his survival.

This time he followed Loki's team into Constantinople. His first goal was to find a lizard-man leader.

Because he heard that this thing had a hard scale armor that could resist almost all physical attacks.

He hoped to catch one and make it into a shield.

Even if you can't make it into a shield, it's still a good idea to grab the lively lizard man in your hand and charge at Surtur's eyeballs! At least this thing won't melt immediately like steel after being unable to withstand a few lava attacks.

A shield that can be used repeatedly!

This will undoubtedly greatly increase his probability of winning!

However, standing in front of Myra, the "Lord of Shadows", Bakanbusi felt the unexpected joy of discovering the treasure.

(This stuff is so good!)

In addition to a body of hard scale armor, it can also generate this kind of dark and cold energy attack!

This is a great weapon against Surtur!

After forcefully pushing away the woman who was blocking his view, Bakanbusi once again stretched out his big hand to push Alfred away.

"This is my treasure! You old boy, don't want the illusion to compete with me for food."

Everyone knew that this was an old lunatic who acted according to common sense. Upon hearing these words, Alfred shook his head and subconsciously stood aside.

The sudden appearance of Bukan Bushi made Myra feel the crisis of life and death. After reciting prayers and transforming into a complete fighting form, his strength soared.

However, even so, 200 million years of survival experience continued to warn him.

Don't go head-to-head with this terrifying creature.

Be sure to try to escape when you find the opportunity!

Alfred obviously had no intention of giving him a chance.

He blocked Myra's escape route, and at the same time, more and more Viking warriors and Slavic raiders gathered.

Surrounded by enemies, he could only give it a try.

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Myra obviously had no intention of surrendering.

The dark whip generated by pure psionic energy was like a flexible tentacle, silently sweeping towards Bakambusi.

The Slavic king narrowed his eyes and observed this strange energy that he had never seen before with some caution.

It's not his fault.

"Psionic energy" has never been used by mortals around the North Sea and the Scandinavian Peninsula.

The only one among the Aesir who can skillfully use dark psionic energy is Odin's daughter, "Death God" Hela. However, this god is not interested in mortals.

None of the upgrade paths passed down by the Aesir came from Hela, the God of Death, which made all the Vikings' chosen power rely on psychic energy.

Princess Hakkar, the "Hydra" believed by the Slavs, doesn't even use psychic power, but focuses on evolving mortals into beasts with stronger attack and defense capabilities.

This time when he entered Constantinople, it was the first time that Bakambusi observed the dark psionic energy with his eyes.

As usual, he needed to use his body to resist the next attack first.

The dark whip was fleeting, like a blade of the void slashing at Bakambusi's chest. As the long whip flew, it was not difficult to see that the originally stable space around was distorted by the whip shadow.

That was the performance of the void psionic energy cutting the space as it moved forward.

The long whip passed through Bakambusi's body, making him feel a cold and marrow-eating chill.

After a long time, he looked at his body and found that there was a wound on his chest that was almost deep enough to see the bone.

There was not a trace of blood in the wound.

While the void psionic energy was cutting the body, the extremely low temperature actually froze the wound instantly.

Bakambusi, who was standing still, didn't feel any pain until he lost the ability to lift his arms and felt a tearing sensation in the muscles on his chest.

His flesh and blood had been cut mercilessly.

There was such a powerful killing power in the cold, Grandpa Odin, Princess Hakkar, I thank you!

The severe pain did not make him depressed, but instantly ignited all his fighting spirit. At this time, Bakambusi was sure that as long as he could catch this dark old lizard, he would have a powerful shield that could spit out cold black mist.

There is no more powerful weapon in the world that is more balanced in offense and defense!

Laughing loudly, he looked up to the sky and howled, turning into a huge white bear surrounded by lightning. The dark whip attacked again, almost indestructible. Bakambusi's rough snow-white bear skin immediately had several miserable wounds.

However, the power of the violent bear was not something Myra could contend with after all.

In these many years, Bakambusi has been fighting for life and death with the powerful fire giant Surtur almost every day, while on the other hand, "Lord of Shadows" Myra is more like a researcher in the Citadel than a warrior.

Wearing the human skin of "Griffith Sky Flame", he is nominally the commander-in-chief of the Crusaders, but in fact he rarely leads his troops to fight.

The Pope knows how to use his subordinates efficiently. Compared with going to war, Griffith is more useful within the church.

On weekdays, his work is mostly thinking about how to use psionic energy more efficiently, or compiling new gospel prayers.

For him, fighting with real swords and guns was a very distant experience thousands of years ago.

The first mistake he made was to get too close to Bakambusi.

The violent bear only needs 1 second to get close to Myra at a distance of more than ten meters. The huge bear paw, which is close to the size of a mortal chest, flew towards him with rolling wind and thunder, and Myra tried to avoid it.

But Bakambusi's attack was not something he could resist at all.

The giant white bear's attack did not stop after it slapped Myra away with a slap.

In midair, he stretched out his paw to grab Myra's ankle, and kept knocking Myra's head to the ground like hitting a worn-out sack.

Myra was the 12th leader of the Illuminati, and he was also one of the 13 cardinals of the Holy Bishop in human skin. He had never encountered such a rough attack.

The scales on the surface of the lizardman's body could indeed block most physical attacks in the world, but this almost wild and brutal shock still made him feel that almost all of his internal organs were displaced.

Not to mention that Bakambusi was not only a Sequence 0 bear master of the "Giant Bear Path", but also a Sequence 3 "Eye of the Storm" under the "Thor Path".

All his attacks were mixed with rolling wind and thunder.

Haha, comfortable!

This thing is so durable! I haven't experienced this kind of comfortable feeling in the human world.

Even if I can't fight, it's good to take it back and use it as a sack to vent my anger occasionally!

Seeing that the dark energy that Myra had gathered was about to be shattered, a strong thunderbolt immediately poured into her mouth.

Seeing that Myra had survived such a level of torture and still survived, Bakambusi felt sincerely relieved and secretly praised himself for making this trip worthwhile.

Hey, so-and-so, bring me the snakeskin sack I prepared!

The servants following the Slavic king immediately took out a huge black leather bag. The main material of the "snakeskin sack" mentioned by Bakambusi was not snakeskin at all, but the skin of the monster peeled off by the XXX hunting giant snake in the seven great realms of Asgard.

This was the toughest material he could find.

It's so hard to get such a precious treasure, we can't let it run away again because of poor supervision!

After putting the dying Myra into a sack, Bakambusi did not forget to sprinkle some sea salt into it. This is a common method used to deal with wild wild animals in the wilderness.

Sea salt can quickly evaporate the water in the body of an organism, and once dehydrated, the combat effectiveness of any organism will be greatly reduced.

Even if it dies in the sack, enough salt can turn it into bacon, without wasting any materials.

These are the life experiences summed up by the Slavs who make a living in the barren wilderness for thousands of years.

Even after sitting on the throne, Bakambusi did not forget it.