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Ivan vaguely remembered in his mind that in ancient Greek mythology, he was Zeus who ruled over all things, and in Norse legends, he was the symbol of Thor. In Slavic mythology, it is Perron, the god of war who shoots demons. And in this timeline, Ivan is an existence that transcends the physical laws of this world.

The mage's chanting was nothing more than a clever use of the power of the law, and his strength was the result of the awakening of the sleeping power in his body.

Even powerful enough to rival the gods.

From Holy Byzantium to the Vatican, deprived of the filthy souls of all clergy.

With the power of Thor, Ivan's eyes were full of rage and hatred, and he looked at the small ant-like Gregory with condescending eyes.

Those who had complied with the Pope to suppress and expel their family finally felt their weakness and helplessness at this time. Even with earthly wealth and power, they are only tiny specks of dust and dust in the face of absolute power.

There is nothing more desperate than knowing that you are a demon and that you are bent on taking revenge on the Holy See.

"Devil, you damned devil. I should have burned you on the cross the moment you were born, not to banish you to the Arctic!"

"I regret even more that I didn't kill you directly at that time!"

Gregory's angry curse was no different from the buzzing of mosquitoes, he could only wave his fist at the other party, in fact, the Holy Light and the Judgment were at most to scare the other party, and had no effect.

Thunderstorm.

Ivan was too powerful, so powerful that a mortal would disdain an ant.

He was already in despair, fear oppressing him, and even the last trace of begging for mercy had vanished.

He couldn't resist Ivan's coercion, and he didn't even need the help of power. Because in the eyes of the other party, he is just an ant that can be trampled to death at any time.

Ivan still maintained that touch of rationality, and a hoarse and muddy sound came out of the Adam's apple.

"Stupid Gregory, don't you understand until you die?"

"There is no sacredness in this world, good and evil are nothing but the laws drawn up by the bishops in order to deceive the believers, and among all things, human beings are insignificant and only a small race, and they put their faith and worship into the universe of Hongda, human beings are like insects fighting each other or messy bushes, not understanding their own insignificance, short-sightedness and insignificance, and God is equally indifferent to the human race. ”

However, for a down-and-out traveler, the son of a king exiled by the Pope, the power that pulls the thunderstorm will become a symbol of power and ambition.

In the name of justice, ruling!

The rapid sound of the bells of the guard posts was like a clarion call for war, waking up the soldiers who were still asleep. The Viking heretics in the north had not gone south for more than a decade, and their first reaction when they heard such a bell was that the war would happen again.

However, when they picked up their shields and swords and walked out of the impermeable fortress, the scene they saw made people stop.

Thunderstorms fell from the sky and ravaged the entire fortress.

At this time, the purple thunder enveloped the entire Alassas Cathedral, and the heavenly thunder caused a burning flame, and the entire holy land was swept into a burning hell, and the Holy Cross Knights guarding the important town of the far north rushed from the fortress of the town to the central cathedral, and they were still far away, they already felt the terrible sense of oppression.

In the crevices left behind by the covered Gothic armor, above the gloomy clouds seemed to hide the gods who ruled everything.

Thunder fell from the sky and ravaged the center of the fortress, and more than half of the Alassas fortress trembled in the shadow of Ivan's wave.

"What's going on!"

The paladin took a deep breath of cold air, he had never seen such a strange and terrifying scene in the northern land, even if he was blessed and protected by the Holy Father, in the very center surrounded by purple thunder, he was stared at by those violent eyes, he could not move.

An ordinary figure, but with a breathtaking power.

"The man on the path of justice, surrounded by selfish and tyrannical wickedness, blesses him with mercy and kindness to lead the weak through the valley of darkness. ”

To Gregory's irony, did this heretic begin to recite the Bible, and in his gestures, intend to act as the savior of their suffering?

"Shut up, heretic, you are not qualified to read his ......"

Before Gregory could finish speaking, he heard a loud sound that broke his eardrums, and even the ground trembled involuntarily, he raised his head, and a flickering thunder pierced the clouds and smashed directly on Gregory's body.

Even the cardinal archbishop was wiped out in the face of such an astonishing force.

Gregory, one of the instigators of the original palace conspiracy, became the first enemy Ivan killed.

The fragments of the red robe burned by the lightning fire floated in the air, slowly dissipating with the sparks.

He guarded his brother and searched for lost children. To those who seek to poison my companions, I will kill them with great hatred and incomparable anger. ”

The armor reflected the dazzling light, and the Holy Knights, who rushed to the center of the Holy See from all over the fortress, fulfilled their accusations and guarded Alassas, not retreating.

However, in Ivan's eyes, they were nothing more than a bunch of ridiculous bugs.

It only takes a flick of a finger to turn them into ashes.

Looking at the paladins who were swarming towards him, Ivan raised his hand again, and the million-volt thunder contained in the clouds, mixed with his hatred and anger for Holy Byzantium, tilted towards the helpless and weak knight's head.

These knights, who could crush the cyclops and recite poetry at court, were vulnerable to an ordinary young man.

He is the embodiment of the god of thunder in myths and legends.

The armor that could withstand the Viking battle axe was melted by the heat of the lightning instant, and the molten iron that melted the fur and bones turned into a painful and hideous sculpture.

The desperate charge was only a gorgeous suicide, and Ivan stood on the height of domination of all beings, despising the weak humanity.

The church began to crumble, and the Gothic dome, a symbol of theocracy, slowly fell in flames.

Quentin's lines in his memory completely reveal the evil emotions in his heart at this moment.

Flames of hatred swept through the northern capitals, and the fortress towns that Holy Byzantium had spent hundreds of years building were burned to the ground by thunderstorms and fire.

The sound of trembling resounded in the sky, and it was in the fortress of Alassas, and they were all trembling at Ivan's feet!

A thunderclap resounded through the sky, echoing and circling in the northern land, even the clouds were scattered by the roar that shook the heavens and the earth, and spread around the collapsed Alassas Cathedral.

Under the reflection of the thunder, Ivan's face was pale, like a god.

The sound resounded in the sky!

"When I take revenge, they will know that I am Ivan Vasilinovich!"

"Tyrant the Thunder of Holy Byzantium!"