Chapter 471 7.125 Viking Rage (7)

Chapter 471 125 Viking Fury (7)

Gowyn the Porcupine is a unique Viking pirate.

Compared with his axe-wielding compatriots, Gowyn, who is only 5 meters tall, is definitely not excellent in terms of "combat power". Although Odin did not give him a strong physique, he compensated him in other aspects.

His mind is much smarter than his ordinary companions.

But what is even more outstanding is his ability to respond on the spot.

During the autumn raid 12 years ago, he was able to crawl out of the cold coniferous forest in the Kiev Province and return to the Viking camp despite losing his legs, and successfully found Harold to become a partner.

This tenacity for survival and the spirit of never giving up are unique special skills among Viking pirates.

After losing his legs, Gowyn did not degenerate, but cherished every opportunity to fight. He and Harold, the "blind man" who was responsible for carrying him, knew that any battle could be the last for both of them.

Every time he went out, he was 12 points more cautious than his companions.

The same was true for the operation to rush into the Grand Palais in Paris this time.

When the tribesmen rushed up this strange mountain, he was keenly aware of the risk, so he ordered Harold to walk slowly and try to walk behind everyone.

When the tribesmen swung their axes at Mutu, the strange intuition from the depths of his soul made Gowen sneak down Harold's back.

He couldn't stand after losing his legs, but he was only 5 meters tall, which made him a very small target when lying on the ground. The blind Harold didn't know how to move after losing Gowen, so he could only half-squat his huge body.

In this way, a mountain was formed in front of Gowen, almost perfectly covering him in the shadow.

After just 2 minutes, the battle situation really took a sharp turn for the worse as Gowen thought. When the light spears fell from the sky and killed everyone in the Viking team, only Gowen, who was hiding behind Harold, survived!

Compared to the Vikings who were generally over two meters tall, Gowyn, who lost his legs, was less than one meter tall.

He was really too small.

Seeing all his companions fall at the same time, Gowyn took a breath. He recalled the painful night in the cold coniferous forest of Slavs 12 years ago. He fell into the hands of several Slavic strongmen alone, and they crippled his legs and played with him at will.

Although the situation today is desperate, it will not be worse than 12 years ago.

12 years ago, he did not give up.

He stared with wide eyes, watching the Slavs roast him on the fire, and finally roasted both legs and tore them off his body.

The drunken Slavic rough man only put his hand axe not far away. As long as he rolled off the campfire, he could get the hand axe to end his life.

But he didn't.

The Slavs, who had had enough fun, threw him into the wolf pit to feed the dire wolves, but he killed the wolves that followed him with his hands and the sticks he picked up in the forest, then peeled off the wolf skin to wrap his body, jumped into the unfrozen river and swam back to the Vikings' gathering place.

Although his body had many defects.

But his soul was strong and tough.

Gowen lay quietly in a pool of blood, holding a short spear tightly in his hand. He heard Mutu say to Loki in the crystal coffin, "This thing will definitely break if it is forced from the outside", so he waited quietly.

What he was waiting for was the moment before Mutu was about to walk out of the cave.

At the moment when he carried the crystal coffin and was about to disappear at the gate of the cave, a black javelin forged from steel broke through the air. Mutu could hear the dull sound of the iron spear rubbing against the air, and he knew it was too late to turn back now.

He could only stretch out his left hand to try to interfere with the spiritual energy.

However, there was no spiritual energy attached to the javelin.

The crisp sound of crystal shattering rang out. Loki, who had been missing for two months, finally broke out of the coffin and stood in front of Mutu again!

**

Two months, a full 60 days.

Since Loki fell to the ground due to poisoning, he has been controlled by Mutu using magic, and he spent every day in a daze.

It doesn't feel good to be wandering in the brain using soul-searching techniques. The soul-searching that lasted for two months was like pouring a lot of broken glass into the brain and shaking it randomly every day.

The original spiritual energy that erupted from the crystal skull destroyed the sealing array released into his brain. Although he was still not conscious now, at least Loki had regained the ability to move freely.

He first found that his ribs seemed to be pierced by an iron spear.

It was the iron spear thrown by "Porcupine" Gowon when he broke the lid of the crystal coffin. Being injured was not a big problem for the Viking pirates. He pulled out the spear from the wound with force and picked up his blood axe from the ground.

At the moment when the blood from the wound just dripped onto the ground, Loki had already swung the axe and smashed it hard on Mutu's head that had just turned around.

The power of the ancestors is completely different from that of ordinary mortals. The blood axe fully absorbed the blood mist in the air and became indestructible again. This seemingly simple blow directly knocked Mutu out!

Even a miserable crack was opened on his golden lizard head!

"Thank Odin for giving me a new life!"

"Thank this unknown god of time travel for giving me this opportunity for revenge! Mutu, you old thing, didn't expect me to come out again!!"

"This is just an appetizer! I have plenty of time to play with you slowly!"

Blood was still flowing from the piercing wound on the ribs, falling to the ground, making the rising blood mist thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the rolling red mist, Loki's face, which was 70% twisted and 30% crazy, was looming, like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.

Lighting up the axe again, Loki aimed at Mutu's right leg. In a flash, Mutu, who was unarmed, had no time to resist, and could only stretch out his left hand to try to interfere with Loki's spiritual power again.

However, he made a mistake again.

At this time, Loki was not the chosen one at all! All the power in his body came from the blood of the "Viking ancestors". The physical potential fully stimulated by the "Water of God" allowed him to burst out with far more power than mortals simply by relying on bones and muscles!

His actions could not be controlled at all.

The blood axe pierced through the golden scales, making a crisp sound of metal hitting iron. Another miserable wound appeared, but this time, after the scales and flesh were all cut through, the lizardman's blood began to flow out of his body.

And its blood is completely different from human blood!

When the lizardman's dark red blood was absorbed by the blood mist, the crimson mist, which was already dark red, quickly moved towards dark purple. The endless spiritual energy was absorbed by the blood axe, making this dark red weapon move towards dark purple!

After obtaining the blood axe, it was the first time that Loki witnessed such a change.

There was no time to think about it

He swung the axe again!

But this time, he aimed at Mutu's golden head!