Even when he was surrounded by a group of tough Viking warriors, Ivan was not the slightest bit afraid. He had faced an entire army of Holy Byzantine empires, but they were nothing more than crawling ants in their hands.

Clenched their fists, they were just a pile of bones.

What absolute power brings is absolute right to speak.

"Savior?"

As if hearing a funny joke, the stereotypical face pulled the curvature of the corners of the mouth, squeezing out a perfunctory smile.

The Vikings worshipped only the god-king of their totem, and they were called heretics by the Church, and they would never bow down to anyone except in the face of the servants and kings.

"It's been a long time since I've met someone from Holy Byzantium. Since the defeat in that war hundreds of years ago, we have been banished by the Holy Cross to the remote northern tundra. ”

The patriarch's staff pointed to the abyss behind Ivan, and he said calmly, "If it weren't for the sleeping servants of the abyss who saved us, perhaps the name Viking would only exist in ancient documents." But until you become a Blood Eagle sacrifice, I allow you to know my name. Patriarch of the Viking tribe, Oleg. ”

Oleg only regarded Ivan as a refugee, and the Vikings never accepted refugees from Holy Byzantium. They ended up like slaves in the Abyss Altar, made sacrifices to the Blood Eagle and thrown into the Abyss.

"Ivan Vasilyevich. ”

Hearing this name, the patriarch was slightly moved, as if he sketched some memories from a long time ago. The massacre against Alassas.

"Vasilyevich, I remember that this is the surname of a certain Grand Duke of the Holy Byzantine Empire, could it be that you are a down-and-out nobleman?"

A smile tugged at the corner of Oleg's mouth, "Is it this family that lost the political battle at the palace and was forced to flee here to seek refuge? They can't wait to turn you into a Blood Eagle sacrifice, and everyone here hates the Holy Byzantine Empire. ”

Ivan said calmly, "Me too. ”

However, Oleg got an unexpected answer and slowly tightened the corners of his mouth. I want to hear him finish all his words.

"Frederick the Great and the Pope lost ground in the battle between kingship and theocracy more than a decade ago, and he was forced to exile to the distant northern cold. However, the regent feared that Frederick would one day return. Assassins were sent to kill the exiled monarch. Only one survivor survived the bloody night. ”

"In order to take revenge, this widow has traveled thousands of miles to the Viking tribe, and as long as they want, the Viking leader will be the Grand Duke of Alassas Fortress from now on, and those warriors hiding in the tundra forest will become the legions of the Holy Byzantine Empire. ”

"You say you're a royal orphan of Frederick the Great?"

Ivan's identity surprised Oleg, who never expected that an heir to Holy Byzantium, would appear here.

But how could the old fox, who had lived for decades, believe his words.

"It's as wonderful as the vendetta of royalty and nobility in the Sakya epic. But ......"

Oleg changed his words and slowly narrowed his eyes.

In his eyes, there was a lot of murderous intent.

"How can I believe that you are not sent by Holy Byzantium to lure us out and then catch us all? As long as we are here, you will not be able to break through the protection of the servants of God. ”

The Viking warrior who had surrounded Ivan stepped forward, spears and blades aimed at the unarmed young man in front of him, but his instincts told the battle-hardened warrior that this was a formidable threat.

"Could it be that the ambition of the Vikings is to live in this cold land?"

Ivan said mockingly, "Those corpses nearly three hundred miles to the south, Patriarch Oleg must have seen them." The souls were burned by the flames, and finally fused with the armor of the Holy Cross. If I'm going to trick me, I'm going to have to go to great lengths to kill an elite army?"

Hearing this, Oleg's face changed. He waved his hand, and everyone else stopped coming forward, just looking at the young man in front of him with uneasy eyes.

The Viking warriors sent out to check on the situation brought Oleg the disturbing news that a Holy Cross had gone deep into the south for some unknown reason, but all of them had mysteriously died in a blizzard. They didn't freeze to death, they were all charred by the fire.

The cross shield, which symbolized light, was hidden by the wind and snow, and the corpse buried by the wind and snow was left with only one hand stretched out weakly to the sky.

Oleg recovered from his memories and refocused his gaze on Ivan.

"I know, so what? You want to say that you single-handedly killed one of the elite of the Holy Cross?"

However, what he took out of his arms next made Oleg drop the scepter in his hand directly to the ground.

The quiet beast that had just shaken at his feet seemed to feel some kind of unsettling aura hidden beneath the dark abyss. He kept rubbing against the rock wall with his hard body covered with folds.

It was ten crosses hanging around the neck, carved with elaborate patterns.

For the Vikings, however, the cross was an ominous and painful memory.

Oleg's face changed suddenly, "This is ...... ...... of the Clergy Crucifix...... And there are ten, don't you ......?"

Ivan said in a calm tone, "Yes, I killed these people. ”

"It can't be. ”

Ivan sarcastically sarcastically said to the other side, "Curled up here, holding the people you couldn't let go of in the past, there are more things you can't understand than you imagined." ”

He glanced at the abyss behind him and whispered, "How long can that greedy worm protect you?"

Then Ivan made a surprising move, he casually raised his hand and threw all the crosses in his hands into the abyss behind him. The giant devouring worms, which had been gradually sleeping, vibrated together, as if they were writhing their huge bodies in a frenzied and restless manner.

In the midst of the violent turmoil, Ivan stood against the light like a god, and the cloudy sky was suddenly torn by the light, illuminating the canyon shrouded in darkness and fog all year round.

The light that fell from the sky illuminated the gloomy mist, and one after another of the holy light was like a sharp sword, illuminating part of the gloomy area, and part of the wrinkled body of the mad beast.

The frantic cries of the macrophagous worms contrasted sharply with Ivan's calm silence.

The Vikings were afraid of the sleeping servants of the Dark Canyon, but they were even more afraid of the mysterious figure in front of them who dared to provoke unspeakable monsters.

"Quick, stop the servant!"

The shaman beside Oleg was already pale, and the power of the Holy Cross made the worms beneath the ground feel pain and fear, and what surprised her even more was that the divine servant seemed to be afraid of something!

Ivan, however, remained unmoved and continued.

"I have come to you today for only one thing, not to overthrow the position of the regent by a coup d'état. ”

He emphasized word by word.

"It's about destroying the entire empire. ”