Night.
"Thump!"
The massive clock tower struck, and a visible ripple spread outwards, reaching every corner.
A massive altar was surrounded by tens of thousands of believers, all dressed in elegant and noble black robes, kneeling respectfully in worship at the center of the altar under the light of torches.
The stars are like a brocade, and the night is deep and dark.
The death knell tolls, and ten thousand people pray.
At the center of the altar stands a tall stone stele, hundreds of feet long, as majestic as a mountain peak.
The exterior of the stone tablet is carved into a magic tower, with more than a hundred steps leading down and a red stone carpet rolling down, as if welcoming the arrival of an important person.
"Are we really going to go against our original intentions and support a god?"
An old man, short in stature and clad in armor, with flames burning on his crimson beard, said with some annoyance: "The Tower of Gods has stood for tens of thousands of years and is the most powerful force in Norse mythology, yet it never interferes in the disputes over the gods' faith."
"If we express our support for the Goddess of Night, we will not only violate the taboos of the Divine Tower, but the other three gods and their kin will also not let us off the hook!"
"If the plan fails, it's hard to say whether it will truly end the war or drag us into an even deeper conflict!"
Upon hearing this, a rather frail old man standing to the side, wearing a tattered magic hat and rubbing a pumpkin staff in his hands, sighed softly.
He understood his old friend's concerns.
The Tower of Horus has been in existence for 100,000 years.
But in these 100,000 years, the Tower of Gods never intervened in the gods' disputes over faith. On the contrary, it received the gods' support and maintained the stability of the Norse continent.
"The Nordic countries... cannot afford to continue their internal strife."
He sighed softly, and with one sentence, he silenced the hot-tempered old knight.
"The tower has protected Northern Europe for tens of thousands of years without causing any major trouble."
"But since the fall of the God Lord, the wars of the past few thousand years have exposed many problems. Even if we try to solve and repair them, the actual effect is minimal."
"For the sake of their position as the ruler of the gods, the Norse gods were so afraid of being threatened that they even dared to murder a god of victory who was about to return."
"Heh, our native gods, who have been our pride for tens of thousands of years, gave up the opportunity to resolve the Nordic crisis in one fell swoop for their own benefit. They are the fools who have no sense of the big picture."
The old magician spoke, his clear eyes fixed on the magic tower.
The situation has now changed drastically.
A great upheaval has occurred in the North. According to prophecy, the Harvest Divine Court, which should have risen to prominence, is instead suppressed by the gods with all their might.
The fifth demon king descended and successfully annihilated the reinforcements from the Central Plains. Using the fruits of the Harvest Divine Court and the Hall of Heroes, he forged a divine weapon with overwhelming demonic power.
One can imagine that this divine weapon is even more powerful than the Sword of Victory!
The original arrangements were rendered useless due to the capricious destruction by the gods.
Clearly, with the return of the native God of Victory, the demonic forces will surely be driven out.
The initially favorable situation deteriorated step by step due to the gods' schemes, which caused the enforcers of the Tower of Horus to feel inexplicably saddened.
The results of the internal friction are obvious.
Five great demons wreak havoc in Northern Europe, and even those within the alliance are wary of each other stabbing each other in the back. Wars break out frequently, cities are destroyed and countries are wiped out, and millions of people are displaced every year.
Valhalla is stirring, and may have already planted its own agents there.
Most worryingly, the Demon King of the North dared to hunt gods, forge divine artifacts, and even possess the Giant God Weapon, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.
The law enforcers trapped in the far north were clearly caught in a trap, preemptively distracted and unable to return to the north in time, allowing the Gluttonous Demon King's grand plan to succeed.
"Besides, we are not actually choosing a god."
The assistant stepped forward, stood beside the old magician, and smiled respectfully: "Norway has encountered a great calamity and needs the response of the gods to maintain its safety."
"indeed."
The old magician smiled, glancing at the offerings on the magic tower, clearly having his own plans.
On the intricately carved altar, Joyce immediately teleported over a crystalline body of a demon king.
By using this divine descent technique, a divine incarnation overlooking the entire Norse continent can be stationed at the Tower of Horus, which is of great importance for building a defensive line across the entire continent.
"Buzzing..."
The night grew even deeper.
It was already midnight.
The altar, suitable for divine descent, began to tremble slightly, its magnificent aura continuously overflowing, stirring up rolling waves of air.
Suddenly, in the pitch-black night, the air currents swirled, a fierce wind rose, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder.
god,
Arrival in Northern Europe is just around the corner.
"Whoosh..."
A beam of black light, like a waterfall, struck the altar like a bolt of lightning.
Amidst the bursting black mist, a graceful figure could be vaguely seen, emerging slowly with elegant poise.
In an instant, the night grew even darker and deeper, but tens of thousands of believers shouted and knelt on the ground to welcome the arrival of God.
Finally, the two law enforcement officers looked at each other and took a deep breath.
They stepped forward, slowly knelt on one knee, and said, "Welcome, Goddess."
In the Temple of Life, the alluring goddess stared at a pool of clear water, her brows furrowed and her expression slightly frivolous, a hint of anticipation lurking between her beautiful brows.
The next moment.
A white light pierced the sky, and a river of swords flowed...
"boom--"
The sealed body of the Demon King exploded!
Joyce and his group of powerful warriors, who had rushed over at breakneck speed, were suddenly swept away by a roaring black wave. They leaped into the sky, stopped, and gazed at the enormous mushroom cloud rising from the Tower of Horus, which engulfed the surrounding area for thousands of miles. Their faces were filled with shock.
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