Chapter Thirty-Seven: The True Serpent
Zanircha, no, it should be Nidhogg in Norse mythology, of course, would not have known about the existence of Greek mythology, Hindu mythology, and Sumerian mythology. However, Veres has the consciousness of a time-traveler, and it is a resolute rebel compared to the gods who accept the arrangement of fate in the confusion.
"I don't understand what you're talking about, Veres. But if you want to escape the ascension, the resurrected ancient god is your only chance. It's a pity that your soul is hidden in a temple, otherwise it would have been a no-brainer for you to abandon this useless body and become a true god. The serpent was the demon monster that destroyed the entire Cosmic Tree. ”
Zanirta looked at Veres mockingly, even if the other party guessed his whispers in the dark, he could not break free from the prison that the God King had prepared for him.
Although it had not yet grown black and hard scales, the dark troll at this time already possessed exposed blood vessels and muscles, and when viewed from the direction of Veres, it was simply a giant snake that had been skinned.
Veres shook his chains and looked at Zanica. Iron chains float up and down with the currents. It raised its head, its weak eyes staring at the black dragon draped in countless corpses in front of it, and said softly, "Yes, Veres hid his soul under a certain ruin, but Zanircha, who said that there is only one soul in the body of the giant snake?"
Zanircha suddenly realized that something was wrong, and when it looked at Veres again, its scarlet eyes turned dead white. The body that was still writhing began to slump, as if in an instant, the world serpent lost its life and became a huge floating corpse.
A white light illuminated the dark deep sea from Veres's mouth, and the entire revived giant snake was shrouded in white light, and the heart that had been slowly stirring began to expand and move vigorously, and made one announcement after another in the dark sea.
Once the serpent of the world in Norse mythology, Jörmungård has been resurrected.
Then, sleeping at the bottom of the sea, the winding mountain range, suddenly appeared two scarlet eyeballs comparable to the sun. The huge head in the darkness opened its eyes. It slowly raised its head, like a floating island slowly rising, and spat out the ungrown snake letter to Zanircha.
When the soul of the traverser burrowed into the empty shell of no consciousness, Veres once again experienced the process of the northern god from prosperity to decline in his mind, and when it really occupied the body, he realized how small and ridiculous the previous giant snake that entwined the world in front of Jörmungad's body.
It's like the difference between a titan python and an ordinary water snake, the size and strength completely crush the small reptiles that claim to be giant snakes.
The serpent that entangles the world.
Before, Veres thought that he was strong enough, but he didn't expect that the Slavic gods were only the existence of the Ganges River in front of the prosperous gods of antiquity.
"It can't be. ”
Zanircha's eyes widened, and he kept flapping his wings, opening up the blood mist around him, allowing it to better see the huge, ugly head in front of him.
Veres's soul is no longer in a shell, hidden under some ruins is a secret recognized by the gods, why is he now able to possess the great body of Jörmungandr and become a true evil god?
The black dragon Zanircha's plan fell through. But I still have the unwillingness to throw out the problem.
"Why is your soul still here, have you already retrieved it?"
The serpent raised its head, and said proudly, "Stupid Zanircha, who said that there is only one soul in my body?"
Zanircha's eyes narrowed, it looked at the giant serpent in front of it, which was hundreds of times larger than him, and asked, "Now, are you Jörmungandr or Veres?"
The serpent's tail, which had not been active for millions of years, swung towards Zanircha, and swirled around him, eventually wrapping tightly around his body.
Although there were no hard scales covering every inch of skin, the power of the giant serpent's muscles was enough to terrify the black dragon that had destroyed the Cosmic Tree.
This is the power of Jörmungandr, the bones of the giant serpent with brute strength but no intelligence have been baptized by millions of years, and it is still a terrifying existence.
Moreover, Veres has a deep hatred for the gods.
"You just need to know that you are facing a god who has suppressed hatred for hundreds of years, and now tell me all the truth you know, including the secrets of the god-king Sventovet, and the secrets of the Slavic gods. ”
The black dragon asked rhetorically, "What secret?"
Veres tensed his muscles impatiently, and Zanica felt the power of the whole world pressing down on him. The black dragon spat out venom, staining the red waters with a deep green.
The serpent looked at the black dragon and said word by word, "God King Sventovit framed me for stealing Veres's wife, there must be other truths behind such a clumsy lie. Zanircha, I don't know what they're up to, but it's all tied to Ragnarok. I'm a giant snake, but I'm not stupid. ”
"You're much smarter than Jörmunga. ”
The tighter and tighter strangulation made Zanirka unable to breathe, but he still replied calmly, "Kill me, you will never be able to know the truth, and you want to know the secrets of the Temple of the Gods." You must come with me, and I will also let you know everything you want to know, including the whole conspiracy of the God-King. ”
"The whole conspiracy?"
With Jörmungadr's body, Veres was hundreds of times larger than before. The gods who used to scruple are nothing more than this in his eyes at this time.
"He's just a reef to stop the irreversible trend, and so are the gods. ”
After hearing Zanircha's words, Veres let go of his bonds. After killing the black dragon, he will never be able to know the truth, and the secret of revenge against the god king.
Veres had to take a desperate gamble, and it slowly let go of its shackles.
Just as it loosened the black dragon's bindings, a gloomy voice rang out from behind it. Through the dark and cold water, it conveys endless resentment and murderous intent.
"No one is allowed to leave. ”
The figure of the sheep-headed man appeared behind Veres.
Hearing the familiar voice, Veres opened his bloody mouth that had not yet grown its fangs, and the pain that the giant serpent had endured in the dark depths of the sea for thousands of years was now eager to return it all.
"Zanircha, wait a minute, I still have some personal grievances to settle. ”