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Break free from the shackles and embrace freedom again, but Veres's vigilance has not relaxed in the slightest. Sventovet's decision puts his fate in the hands of Thor.

He believed that as long as he tried his best, he could at least inflict a heavy blow on the invincible Thor.

"Are you looking for this?"

Sventovet's third face opened his eyes and looked at the half-human, half-snake Veres in front of him, his left hand raised and clenched the trident, which symbolized the sea of the underworld and the detention of the souls of the dead.

The sharp cold glow radiated under the light of the ball of radiance, exuding a cold and cold glow.

Veres's heart tensed suddenly, and he had a premonition that something ominous was coming.

The main god Sventovet raised the trident, and then his left arm tensed, and the majestic divine power condensed on his right hand, and he could even feel the coercion that erupted from his body.

The strength of the Lord God should not be underestimated.

The next moment, Veres's trident slashed through the air with a silver flash of light, flew out of the temple, and saw only a flash of light after plunging into the clouds, and then disappeared without a trace.

The last glimmer of hope in Veres' heart dimmed.

At the same time, I also had a premonition that something was wrong. After losing his weapon, he was unable to fight Perron. Sventovet was forcing himself to die.

So Veres made a bold decision.

Before all the gods could react, he escaped from the temple as fast as he could, rushed through the clouds that followed the trident's vanishing, and then rushed straight down the vast land.

Eventually, they fell into an unknown land.

The scales rubbed against the wet dirt, and he fled desperately to his prey.

Although there was nothing behind him, Perron stood tall in the temple, watching every move across the continent.

Fleeing.

As a god who is looked up to and revered by mortals, he has never suffered such a disgrace. The humiliated Veres' first thought was to find his trident, and the god who had lost his weapon had no power to resist in front of Thor.

After the twelve main gods of that year gradually withered, Perren was the second highest god among the Slavic gods.

"Do it, Perron. ”

The tone of the Lord God was simple and clear.

"The living cannot set foot in the world of the dead, if Veres can escape from your hands to the Sea of the Underworld......"

"He couldn't escape. ”

Standing in the middle of the temple, Perron spread out his hands, his fingers outstretched, and his tomahawk and hammer crashed to the ground.

The ground, which was as solid as gold and iron, was hard to be dented by Perron's weapon.

His outstretched hands made a gesture of drawing a bow, and out of the void, a curved bow that shimmered with a pale blue arc appeared. Thor has the power to destroy everything, and everything in front of him can only be split.

The thunder and lightning that haunted Perron prepared to rain down terrible heavenly punishments.

"Veres, accept the judgment of fate!"

Hiding in the mountains and fields, Veres stopped in the direction of the trident's fall. When he heard Perron's roar, he said disdainfully, "Dream!"

After stepping out of Valhalla, Veres very cleverly hid his figure, turning into cattle and sheep, and even humans, and kept running away.

He was confident that he had the strength to fight Thor, but after losing his weapon, he could only temporarily dodge the edge.

Everything is as recorded in the myth, but the situation is unexpected.

Perron, who was high up, ignored those small movements, and directly reversed the direction of the bow and arrow, aiming at the other end.

His goal is the temple dedicated to Veres in the world.

Destroying the temple is tantamount to depriving him of his qualifications as a god of war, and it is the greatest humiliation for a god.

Perched on the hills of Kiev, people pray in front of the stone statue of Viles for good weather and a good grain harvest in the coming year.

Little did they know that a wrath of God was about to come upon all of them.

Thunderstorms fell from the sky and ravaged the entire sacrificial temple.

At this time, the purple thunder enveloped the temple of the sea god in the underworld, and the heavenly thunder caused a burning flame, and the entire solemn and holy place was involved in the burning hell, and the shrine maidens and everyone in the sacrifice were instantly charred under the scorching heat of the heavenly thunder.

The crowd fled in all directions, escaping the divine punishment that fell from the sky. Those ordinary people who were still far away, they already felt a terrible sense of oppression from the gods.

Thunder and lightning wantonly destroyed the sacrificial temple they revered, and from the cracks left by the flickering dark clouds in the sky, the dark clouds seemed to hide the gods who ruled everything.

Weakness and fear eat away at the spine of man, and they cry out in fear and trembling to the gods on high to end their wrath.

The strings in Perron's hands were already tightened, and there was no intention of slackening. Step by step, he was going to crush the fleeing Veres. Destroy his temple, destroy his will, and finally crucify it to the earth with the power of thunder.

The loss of the trident of Veres is equivalent to losing half of his strength, and there is nowhere to hide in front of the power of the thunderous gods.

"With this arrow, I'm going to make you lose your qualification as the god of war forever. ”

Perron opened his bow, and an arc of blue-purple lightning slowly coalesced in the semicircle, eventually turning into a glittering arrow. A blow that condenses the power of ten thousand thunderbolts will completely destroy the idol that Veres sacrificed in the world.

Thunder fell from the sky and ravaged the center of the temple, and more than half of the sacrificial temple trembled in the shadow of Perron's waving hand.

Eventually, the stone statue enshrined in the sacrificial shrine could not withstand the force of the thunderstorm, and a slight crack appeared. When the white stone pillars collapsed, and the dome of the entire temple could no longer withstand the power of the thunderstorm, the huge sacrificial temple collapsed in an instant, and together with the stone statues, it became a ruined ruin.

The destruction of the sacrificial temple is tantamount to a declaration of war by one god against another.

The gods who couldn't stand it left the temple one after another, leaving only the crazy laughter of Perron, the god of thunder, filling the entire palace.

Sventovet watched the whole time and did not stand in the way of Perron's actions, all of which was a situation he carefully designed. And Veres was the only victim of this divine conspiracy.

"Hahaha!"

"Veres, it's not a pity for you to die!"

The once magnificent temple had turned into a ruined ruin, and no matter how calm God was, he could not contain the resentment in his heart.

Looking at the collapsed temple, the fleeing Veres finally became angry.

Framed, banished, and deprived of even the sacrificial temple, Sventovet drove him to a dead end. At the same time, the craziest thoughts also sprouted in my mind.

Killing gods.

He took a deep breath, raised his head with hideous eyes, stared at the temple above the white clouds, clenched his fists, and said with a vicious curse, "Perron, I will make you pay a terrible price!

"I'm also going to tell all things in the world, Peron, the god of thunder, that your wife is awesome to play!"