"As the bards have said, we, the Norse people, have the blood of the Norse gods flowing through our veins, and we should hold the gods in awe!"
"But if we all have the blood of gods, why are we so tormented and ravaged!"
"As night falls, I pray with a devout heart to the goddess of night, the god of war, the god of storms, and the god of fire, for three years!"
"And those bastards who bully us every day are hurling insults and blaspheming at the statues of the gods that the city worships!"
"However... we still suffer from oppression, while they, in their rudeness, wear the cloak of elegance and continue to enjoy more comfortable treatment!"
Francis gritted his teeth as he silently watched a wooden house below the mountain, where a familiar woman was entangled with a rude man, satisfying her primal desires.
His gaze was deep, and once the disguise was revealed, he was no longer the timid and uneasy person he was during the day.
"I know a priest who, although only a trainee Dark Iron rank, follows the teachings of the gods and has healed hundreds of people!"
"Even the most devout believers of the gods were caught up in a struggle, their limbs were cut off by the powerful and nobles, and they were turned into human sticks. In the end, the common people he had once saved rushed forward to break their bones, pull out their tendons, drink their blood, and eat their flesh! Even the skin on their faces was peeled off by the tailor shop owner!"
"And the reason for the struggle is ridiculous, just because three noble young masters are fighting over a prostitute. This believer of the gods is ultimately worth less than a prostitute! How tragic!"
"Chaos! Endless chaos! How could the land of Nordic civilization, which was recorded in books as having prospered for thousands of years and left behind countless amazing legends, be so wretched? Or rather, how could this happen in the backward, barren, and abandoned northern lands?!"
Standing on the stone platform, Francis's slender figure was tall and handsome in the evening breeze, showing no trace of the humble and disheveled state he had been in during the day.
His spiritual transformation has given his young figure a sense of composure and improved his temperament. At first glance, he looks like a young man who has shed his naivety and is ready to hunt his prey!
He is emerging from his cocoon like a butterfly, a spiritual growth! It is the most precious experience in his life!
"The glory of God shines upon the world. The warriors of the Norse race ride their steeds, brandish their swords, and sacrifice their lives, shedding their blood to create one legendary feat after another!"
Bathed in the pale moonlight, he stretched out a hand and reached out to grasp the broken moon in the night sky!
His gaze was deep and unfathomable, showing contempt for God!
In an instant, his fingernail pierced his palm, leaving a bloody scratch.
Meanwhile, the goddess of night, who oversees the entire Nordic region, seems to have sensed the contempt of a weak creature towards her, and her gaze falls upon him!
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a gale arose in the void, and a tidal wave of clouds brewed a great storm. Roaring lightning crackled and burst forth with blazing white light!
The wind rose and the clouds surged, lightning flashed and thunder roared!
"Gods cannot be relied upon, cannot be trusted, and cannot be looked at directly... To them, who are high above us, we are nothing but ants."
Even if this ant calls upon the name of God and builds a magnificent church, in God's eyes it is nothing more than a simple structure built by the ant with stones, twigs, and leaves, not worth mentioning!
"In the current context of Scandinavia, God has abandoned us... We can only trust ourselves."
Francis faced the howling wind and torrential rain, and even when a bolt of lightning struck and blasted a large tree less than a hundred meters away, he remained fearless!
The wound on his back cracked open, but the detached granulation tissue and the tingling, refreshing sensation made Francis laugh out loud!
"When will I, like the Norse god of war, roam the battlefield, unparalleled in the world?! Perhaps even grow to the level of slaying the demon king, standing shoulder to shoulder with the heroes?!"
"The North is ultimately just a barren land. If I want to soar to great heights, I must venture out!"
"But the most important thing right now is to gain power! To unlock the Knight rank!"
"To become powerful, the first step to becoming a professional is to refine energy factors and enter the Black Iron Apprentice stage!"
Francis gasped for breath, swallowing the energy particles wandering in the void with each inhale and exhale.
Under this storm, energy factors surged and became extremely abundant!
"Thump!"
The sound of a large bell reverberated through the void, and pale green ripples exploded across an area of over a thousand meters!
The sky was torn open by a crack that stretched three hundred feet across, and a dry, yellow river poured down, revealing hundreds, thousands, and even tens of thousands of phantom images of creatures!
There are holy angels with six wings, golden lions with nine heads, glacial mammoths that can crush mountains, priests wearing holy robes, and cyclops that wield thunder, and so on!
The river of time flowed backward, revealing this group of ancient creatures, which immediately astonished Francis, who was in a state of cultivation.
Limited by his limited knowledge, he could only acquire knowledge from books and imagine how powerful these creatures who fought against the hero were!
"You blasphemer, I must say, your courage is commendable, far superior to that of those cowardly gods!"
As the divine voice fell, Francis felt his eardrums burst, splattering blood!
God cannot be heard, cannot be named, cannot be looked upon!
His brain couldn't withstand the overwhelming flood of information, and his body burst into flames. Fortunately, he hadn't activated his rank; otherwise, his rank would have shattered, the demonic energy would have backfired, and his body would have exploded!
...
"call!"
Time and space resumed their flow, and Francis gazed at the quiet night sky, as if the previous storm and the descending gods were all just an illusion.
Only the healed skin on his back and the pounding heart in his chest told him that it was not all a dream!
He officially entered the ranks of professionals, and his initial rank was actually Bronze Rank 9, the pinnacle of professional status!
Most importantly, he actually attracted the attention of a god!
He thought about it for a moment. God had given many instructions, but as God left, they all vanished without a trace, leaving no impression whatsoever.
Ignoring all that, Francis honed his deep green magical energy. With his flaxen hair, emerald eyes, and handsome features, he seemed to have been reborn, becoming a completely different person.
He walked down the mountain, only to run into the so-called Uncle Tom.
The other person was adjusting his belt; his bloated figure resembled a fat pig, and he wore jewelry rings on his fingers, exuding the air of a nouveau riche.
"Oh, kid, the taste of your mother is truly intoxicating, leaving me with an unforgettable aftertaste..."
Tom burst into laughter the moment he saw Francis.
But Francis's emerald green eyes fell calmly on him as he walked past him.
This scene inexplicably ignited a surge of anger in Tom.
He swiftly stepped forward, his large hand reaching out to grab Francis, but the latter nimbly dodged, his eyes fixed on him with a sharp glint in them.
"What are you looking at? I'm telling you, from now on, I'm your father!!"
Tom yelled, but the next moment, a black light engulfed his vision!
"Tear!"
A severed arm was thrown high into the air, splattering a large amount of blood!
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