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(This book is a Slavic mythology, and has nothing to do with Norse mythology, and it is normal for the image of the gods to be similar in all major myths.) ）

No one dared to provoke Peryn like this, even if the other party was once the god of war who stood side by side with Thor.

Even a god could not accept the wanton ridicule of his wife being toyed with, and eventually being toyed with.

What's more, the other party is still Perron, who uncovered Thor's scar in front of everything in the world, and his anger can be imagined.

Dark shadows gradually crept up the gloomy face of Perron, the god of thunder.

Winds, lightning and thunder.

An apocalyptic scene appeared around the temple.

Thick clouds mixed with lightning and thunder were like islands floating above the sky, separating the sky from the earth. Then the stars and the moon will dim before him.

Lightning and thunder weave through the shadows, like a giant beast that occasionally shows a scaly claw.

All beings in the world trembled in the shadow of thunder and lightning at this time, and huge thunderbolts like mountain peaks fell from the sky and fell on the earth, and one thunderbolt after another tore open the earth, leaving behind a deep pit of scorched black.

The thunderbolt between the clouds and the earth implicated a shining light, like a fiery serpent, spreading in the direction of Veres.

The gods who had seen Perron's anger all shook their heads and sighed secretly, feeling that this time Veres was fierce and unlucky, and no one could escape from the angry hands of Perron.

Smagell, who had been watching from a distance, flipped his wings and looked at the terrifying scene around the temple as if nothing had happened, showing a look of familiarity and indifference, and the gentleman had a sarcastic sneer on the corner of his mouth.

All living beings on the earth will face the wrath of the god of thunder. Any mortal who dares to erect a wooden statue of a god to worship Veres will be slaughtered by him in a frenzy.

In a rage, there was only one thought in Perron's mind.

"Ahhhh

"I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

Annoyed and angry, Perron kept taking his bow and shooting arrows, and one after another thunderbolt arrows full of surging divine power pierced the clouds at a very fast speed, and the originally cloudy sky was pierced by divine light, like a starlight under the shade of a tree, illuminating the dark continent.

Then, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and slammed into the ground.

All traces of what Veres left on the land have vanished.

And all the thunder movements, almost in a straight line.

That was the direction in which Veres fled.

Under Perron's gaze, there was nowhere to hide.

At this time, in the swamps of the Far East, in the midst of aquatic weeds, black sludge and disgusting stench miasma, a seeping coldness permeated the surroundings.

In the dark and unknown corners, evil spirits inhabit.

At this time, a group of Rusarka were cautiously and uneasily approaching the very center of the swamp. They came from all directions, slowly approaching the very center of the white glow.

It's a bunch of merfolk that inhabit the swamps, but they don't have the slightest sense of beauty. These ugly monsters had pale, bloodless faces, almost transparent skin, and dark green eyes that shone through the darkness.

The goblins that roamed the swamp showed unprecedented fear.

Because the night before, a ray of light fell from the sky and destroyed the lair where Rusalka lived, and the huge divine power destroyed the monsters in the entire lair almost instantly.

The surviving Rusarka fled frantically, and only after everything had calmed down did they cautiously step in. Desperate to know what ruined their paradise.

However, the sight surprised the group of spirits, a strange trident was inserted in the very center of the swamp, and the surrounding area around it seemed to have experienced a terrible natural disaster.

The catastrophe that fell from the sky left an unknown weapon on the ground, and the damp trees around it were poured in all directions by some powerful impact, and the heat and blazing heat turned the living Lusarka lair into hell in an instant.

Surrounded by the carcasses of swamp merfolk.

Around the four tridents, Rusalka, who had not had time to escape, still retained the posture of fleeing in all directions before dying, but the scales of these spirits had all fallen off, and after the heat was scorched, only a blackened death statue with a blurred face remained.

At first, all Rusarka looked at each other and did not dare to act. Communicate with each other in an incomprehensible whisper. The merfolk slid their bodies and slowly approached the nest of death, and when they realized that there was no danger, they slowly swam around the swamp.

However, they still did not dare to approach the Trident.

After a long time, the first daring Rusarka stood up, and she swam with difficulty, burrowing through the charred corpse, and slowly swimming in front of the trident.

As soon as her sticky, webbed hand touched the cold grip, a powerful force rushed into her soul.

This is the weapon of the gods.

The most daring of all, Russarka, tried to take up the weapon of the gods, and she raised the trident above her head, declaring to her own species that she possessed great and terrifying power.

However, before the ugly spirit could cheer and celebrate, it was interrupted by a sudden voice behind him.

"Brutes, remove your dirty hands from my trident. ”

Hearing that it was a man's voice, all the monsters turned their heads.

The ragged man stared coldly at the cheers of the evil elves, his body smoking, his face grizzled, and the scars of surviving Thor's onslaught.

The thick tail was scarred by this time, and there were scarlet marks everywhere after being ravaged by the thunderstorm.

Covered in blood, Veles stood in place, and the spirits of Rusarka already felt a strong sense of oppression.

Vereth was in a terrible mood at this point, especially when he went deep into the swamp to find the Trident, only to find an inferior spirit wielding a god's weapon.

He clenched his fists, and the hair wrapped around his fingertips was clenched.

"Hey, shoddy offal. ”

Covered in wounds, Veres pointed to Rusalka, who was holding the trident, ignoring the fearful and vicious spirits around him, and said with a gloomy expression, "That's my trident." ”

He lifted the head of his right hand and saw the few Rusarcas he had killed when he first entered the swamp, their long hair wrapped around their wrists, dangling and wobbly.

For a moment, all the fishmen made a vigilant gesture, and these monsters with low IQs did not realize who they were facing.

Veres didn't have any emotion on his face, and said directly, "I'm in a bad mood right now, do you obediently give it to me, or will I cut off your head and go over and get it again?"