The terrifying nightmare and reality overlapped, and at this moment Cornell was in the midst of chaos, and his mind was devastated in an instant.

He wasn't terrified of the sudden catastrophe, as a member of the Iron Law Bureau, he had also experienced life and death dangers, and these things were not enough to break him, what really terrified Cornell was Ivar's purpose.

War, a war that burns the sea and the earth.

The King of the Ice Sea in the Vikings made the most important decision of his life.

This time, for the sake of his wishes, he wants to plunder a country.

Ivar had been deliberately caught from the beginning, and from the beginning it had been his idea, and everyone had fallen for it, poisoned by this bloody and cruel conspiracy.

Under the roar, Ivar finally failed to grasp Cornell's throat, leaving only blood stains on his neck, and the two were separated by the violent air current, and everything in sight was reduced to a cloudy chaos.

Cornell fainted from the violent impact.

After an unknown amount of time, Cornell gradually woke up, and he endured the pain in his body and slowly got up.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but he struggled to climb to the window, only to see that the candles had been lit again in the theater square, and the sound of prayer had sounded again.

After a brief analysis, he felt that he had not been in a coma for a long time, probably only a few minutes, and now that the aftermath of the explosion had passed, the crowd below had regrouped.

The sun had set, and the explosion had destroyed everyone's minds, and now there was darkness all around that was difficult to see, and the wheezing of beasts could be heard in the darkness.

Cornell pulled out the pistol at his waist and slowly leaned against the wall, holding down his breath.

He had to warn Currie that the Vikings had not thought of peace talks from the beginning, and that what they wanted was a war, a war against Gaulnalo.

Right...... Perhaps the explosion was part of the conspiracy of the Vikings, or perhaps the Viking warships were already ready on the far high seas.

Thinking like this, his hand shook uncontrollably.

For Cornell, everything is too sudden and heavy for him.

This is the prelude to war, war is coming, this word is often mentioned, but Cornell always felt that it was far away, but now it is coming, unstoppable, almost within reach.

Although Gaul Naro is also preparing for war under the operation of Curry and Lawrence, when all this really happens, all Cornell can feel is endless panic and confusion.

It's not scribbled on paper, it's real blood, real flesh, real death.

He's too cowardly, and he's really not fit to make cruel decisions compared to a madman like Currie.

But this is not a reason to retreat, Cornell has Garrel's blood in his veins, and from a certain point of view, his battle with Ivar at this moment seems to be a microcosm of the war between Gaulnalo and the Vikings.

He couldn't just let it all unfold.

Regaining his strength, Cornell tried to find Ivar in the darkness, he didn't know what the cause of the explosion was, but at least he had to control Ivar first...... This guy definitely can't die here.

The smell of blood came from the murky air, so sweet and full of life.

The sound of bubbling water sounded, and there seemed to be some liquid flowing.

Then the voice gradually became clear, dense and complex, as if something was tearing apart little by little, like cold metal cutting the throat little by little.

Cornell raised his pistol, and he moved forward vigilantly, but after a few steps, he felt something strange under his feet, he stepped on something, lowered his head, and by the dim light he could barely see the thing.

It's blood, the blood of a place, warm and still flowing slowly.

He jerked to the muzzle of his gun, only to find a headless corpse lying not far away, a guard.

Cornell knew very well that these guards were powerful, they were part of the choir, they had secret blood mixed in their bodies, and their strength was far beyond ordinary people, but such a person was killed silently, and his entire head was cut off, and he didn't even have the opportunity to become a demon.

More of the smell of blood came to my face.

He couldn't see his surroundings clearly, the only light was from the afterglow of the candles outside, and everything was a hazy silhouette in Cornell's eyes, and these silhouettes were ominous at the moment.

What happened? What happened during the time that Cornell was in a coma.

Cornell held his breath, gastric juices tumbling like they were boiling, about to pour out of his throat.

Flesh and limbs, entrails and blood, though he could not see them, the smell of gagging and hideous silhouettes were all indicative of it, as if a violent beast was eating here, smearing flesh and blood on the walls around it in a mischievous manner.

"I hate Hypard, that guy always laughs at my deformity. ”

Voices came from the bloody darkness, like the whispers of ghosts.

"But he's my best friend. ”

Ivar said contradictory things.

"You don't understand a little bit, do you? Actually, when I say it to Irene, she doesn't quite understand either, but it's true. ”

Voices came from the darkness on all sides, echoing in Corneer's ears, intensifying the invasion of fear.

"The fellow said that a deformed fellow like me was not destined to be favored by the god Odin, and that he would not be able to stand and die like a valiant warrior to reach the sacred Valhalla. ”

Just now, Ivar was still laughing at the nothingness of God Odin, but for some reason, at this moment, his voice became pious again.

"He said I was a poor man, and that if my father really loved me, he should have strangled me in swaddling clothes. ”

As the voice drew closer, Cornell jerked the muzzle of his gun around, but it was a void darkness where he couldn't see Ivar.

"Haypard also felt sorry for me, so I tried to help me, it was painful, it was terrible, but I was really grateful to him, he was my best friend. ”

Something was squirming in the dark, and Cornell didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

The burst of fire from the muzzle briefly lit up the darkness, and for a moment, Ricconiel saw too much.

He wasn't sure if it was Ivar, but he was lying on the ground like a beast, and when the fire was extinguished, Corneer heard the sound of blood erupting, and he didn't know if he had hit Ivar, so he could only quickly change his position after a shot. Reading Building

Cornell couldn't see clearly, and after a brief loss of consciousness, a sharp pain came from his forehead, and a wound bloomed from his forehead, and blood soaked his eyes.

"Ivar!"

He clutched his wound and retreated, not knowing how Ivar had done it.

This time, the voice sounded directly from front of him.

"Many years ago, Haybold suddenly said to me, 'It's not a way for me to go on like this.,Since I've survived.,I can't disgrace God Odin.,......

He asked me if I would be interested in trying my hand at standing, and he said it felt great to be standing. ”

Cornell wiped the blood dry, and he saw Ivar.

It was an eerie and unspeakable scene, Ivar knelt in front of him, but as his words rang out, the muscles under his pale skin twisted and wriggled like a snake, and he held himself up little by little with both hands on the steel twisted in the explosion, regardless of the pain in his palms.

Cornell saw his shrunken and withered feet, but now it was as if steel was cast into them, the feet were weirdly twisted, and the knees were exerted to make the deformity even more bizarre, and the entire withered soles of the feet were turned outward, and the ground was completely supported by the bones beneath the flesh.

Holding the thorny steel, supported like a cane, the first foot stopped...... No, Cornell didn't know if the twisted and misshapen limbs were "feet" or not, but as he could see, Ivar stood up little by little.

The muscles of his whole body were twitching strangely, and because of the deformity of his feet, he looked different from ordinary people, and it was difficult to describe him in the words beast.

"It's nice to be standing......"

Beneath the loose hair are a pair of frightening eyes.

Ivar stood up, and after years of training with Hybod, he was able to rely on his muscles to get himself up briefly.

This was taught to him by Hybad, and the reason for it all was simple, if Ivar could stand up, then he would be a warrior, so he could die standing and go to the sacred Valhalla after death.

Maintaining an eerie balance, he smiled at Cornell.

"I'm sorry, if I do something wrong, I will be punished, and I have betrayed the honor of my family, so I should also pay the price. ”

It's as if Ivar was speaking to Cornell, and as if he was speaking to someone who wasn't there.

"Hybod is a good friend of mine, and it's cruel for my father to have him come and kill me, isn't it?"

Unlike Cornell, Ivar didn't know about the plot from the Ice King, he just knew his father and what he would do to him when he was held hostage.

Ivar will die as a sacrifice for war, and then the Vikings will avenge him and plunder the warm lands, and Ivar's crimes will be made clear, which is the mercy of the Lord of the Ice Sea and his cruelty.

"It's still too cruel to let Haybod come and kill me, I can't die at his hands. ”

He slowly lifted the twisted steel in his hand, which was dripping with bright red blood, and the sharp tip pointed straight at Cornell.

"So...... Send me to Valhalla, Corneel Garrel. ”

The voice was sad and joyful, and the glimmer of the candle flame outlined Ivar's emaciated figure, which was already covered with wounds at some point, and blood was fleeing the body.

"You lunatic. ”

Cornell only had time to say these words.

Ivar slumped down, crawling on all fours like a beast, moving swiftly towards the Cornell, his speed so fast that his feet jerked to his feet before they could touch him, and then swung out deadly steel.

At the same time, the shots rang out, and the bullets grazed Ivar's cheek, but he didn't see them as if he couldn't see them, and his eyes didn't move the whole time.

The steel slashed down ferociously, it wasn't a blade, it was just something that Ivar picked up after the explosion, barely enough to be used as a weapon, but it wasn't strong enough, and it could only cut off flesh and blood.

Cornell rolled in a pool of blood, barely dodging the blow, and he looked up in embarrassment, only to see that the nightmarish figure never stopped.

Ivar Rodblok was a fighter.

He breathed in a cloudy, warm breath, and his twisted feet moved forward bare bits.

A roar came from one side, and the guard slammed through the piles of wood, his eyes bloodthirsty at Ivar.

During the time that Cornell was unconscious, Ivar had already fought with the guards, and with the impact of the explosion, he accurately assassinated several guards, and after so many days of getting along, he was also vaguely aware of the strangeness of the guards, so in order to protect Yvar, he cut off their heads.

But Ivar didn't kill everyone.

With the blessing of the secret blood, the strength of the guard was amazing, and he directly controlled Ivar and pressed him against the wall, but a slight pain rose from under his armpit, and then became intense.

Ivar stabbed the dagger of steel all under the guard's armpit, grappling the sharp edge and twisting it little by little, choking the tendons and bones through.

The guard wailed in pain as he slammed his fist into Ivar's abdomen, blood filling his mouth in the blink of an eye.

It was a lost eye, the secret blood tempted the guards, and the rage rose, and he grabbed Ivar by the throat and tried to strangle him, but Ivar slammed his knee into the steel inserted under his armpit again, and with a second push, the steel stabbed down the ribs, directly shattering the heart in the atrium.

The guard's movements faltered, and the strength of his wrist slackened slightly, and then Ivar broke free, and the steel on his other hand cut directly through his throat, elbowing the wound, breaking his spine.

As if drained of his soul, the guard's corpse fell limply, and Ivar fell in a pool of blood as if he were dead, but after a while he got back up again.

He couldn't stand up, and the knee hit the sharp steel, and although it pierced the guard's heart, it also pierced Ivar's knee, and it was bloody, and it didn't take any strength.

Ivar clung to what little steel he had, which pierced his palm, and even if he didn't hold it, the steel hung firmly in his flesh.

Wheezing in pain, there seemed to be only one thought left in his mind at the moment.

Heroic death.

So he drove his body with difficulty, and he pushed himself up with his knees, like a wild dog with a broken leg, dragging his embarrassed body and leaning towards Cornell little by little.

This is the time of dreams, when Ivar Rodbrok will die like a warrior, and his death will cause war between the Vikings and Gaulnalo, and after years of fighting and fighting, the heirs of the god Odin will plunder a land warm enough to live.

"God Odin, I'm coming. ”

Ivar muttered.