Chapter 418 Legion Era: Past or Present

Imperial Standard Calendar - M42.005 Terra Channel

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Earth AD 1207 - Scandinavian Peninsula

The iron cage swayed in the air, clanging with the arctic wind blowing through the fjord. It was hung upside down on the rivets that were inserted into the mountain. The rusty hinges connecting the iron cage had long been corroded by the humid air on the coast. Now every shake was accompanied by a creaking sound.

It was like a chatterbox, muttering in the air. This sentence was not wrong, because inside it, inside the iron bars of the cage, there was indeed a guy who was muttering.

He leaned against the iron bars of the cage, with his legs crossed and placed horizontally in the wide gap below, but this did not make it more comfortable. After all, he was tied with a thick iron chain, so yes, it was not very comfortable.

"I know what you want to ask. How did Constantine get caught? Why was he tied up here?" The man in the cage said so. He leaned against the iron railings with his head held high above his head. Because his hands were tied, he could only keep shaking his head to make gestures.

"As the saying goes, you can't get a tiger cub without going into the tiger's den. So you think I was caught randomly, but I wasn't. I came prepared."

He leaned against the cage, his head swaying left and right with the cold wind blowing outside. He lowered his head and glanced at the person sitting opposite him with his peripheral vision and smiled.

"I haven't introduced myself yet? Ok, in short, I'm an immortal, or something like that. In human terms, I'm an immortal who never ages. I'm probably about 1,000 years old now? Probably. I've been too lazy to remember my birthday for a long time."

"I have many other titles and names, including the God of War of Sparta, the Savior of Athens, the best general under Alexander, and the Archon of the Roman Legion. Later, I also had the title of a Saint of Jesus. I was so annoyed at that time. You know, those Christians always talk nonsense endlessly. Ah, I knew I shouldn't mess with that old man. Why did you go to Jerusalem to preach miracles? "

He said, shaking his head left and right, muttering to himself, "Then decades ago I came to Northern Europe and mixed with the Norse people. It was pretty good here. Although it was cold, the locals were quite enthusiastic and the wine was good. I experienced many things here, both good and bad, and finally met you here."

He said, lowering his head and looking at the man sitting in front of him, he said, he was still sitting there in silence, "You don't like to talk much, right?"

He really doesn't like to talk much, after all, skeletons can't talk, right? No, he did try to respond, and as Vito's voice fell, the chin of the white skeleton sitting opposite him fell down and hit the cage with a click.

"Well, nice to meet you." He said, looking around, the biting cold wind in the Norwegian fjord blew from the coniferous forest and the rocky valley, and poured into the cage all at once, which made Constantine shiver all over. He shivered and lowered his head to look at the skeleton opposite.

"Hey, how long do you think we have to stay here? I think, I know!"

Before Vito finished speaking, the bottom of the cage below opened, and he fell directly from the ground. The iron chain on his body twitched and rotated rapidly, causing Constantine, who was falling in the air, to turn several times before stopping.

He kicked hard and was about to hit the ground, but was caught by the iron chain on his body and suspended in mid-air. Constantine's whole body was tilted and hung in the air, his head was hanging upside down, and all his hair fell from his face due to gravity.

Vito was hanging in the air, and he complained because the iron chain whipped his body, and then he saw the white skeleton falling to the side, and he fell down too, but because there was no iron chain to pull him, he fell heavily to the ground, and his whole body was instantly broken into pieces, and his bones were scattered all around.

"Well, it seems that my chain is not bad. Anyway, it's nice to meet you." Vito said as he hung in the air. He slowly rotated a circle under the rotation of the chain. He was hanging upside down in the air and saw several people holding battle axes and spears behind him from a unique perspective.

Vito looked at them upside down and smiled, "Hey, friends, it's nice to meet you."

They ignored him. These guys wearing thick fur coats that could resist the cold wind of Northern Europe and chain mail stood around. Some of them stood on towering rocks, and others stood on the gravel open space between the valleys. They surrounded Vito and stared at him without saying a word.

"I guess you won't give me some of your clothes, right?" Vito smiled bitterly while hanging in the air. He shivered all over as a gust of cold wind blew. His body slowly turned under the traction of the chain. Vito stared at a guy with a big beard in front of him. He looked at him coldly with a battle axe in his hand.

"You don't talk much, do you?" "They can't give you clothes, but they don't mind lending you an axe, to put on your head."

As Vito spoke, another voice behind him said so. He came from behind and pushed Vito's body with his hand. He immediately spun in the air, and the surroundings spun several times before slowly stopping. Vito stopped with a wry smile on his face and looked at the person walking in front of him.

He stood in front of Vito, holding his hands in front of his belly and looking at him hanging in front of him, "Saul Constantine, the fatherless man."

"And you are Kvako." "Sdraden." "Sdraper?" "Rayden." "Red?" "It's Raeden!"

The strong Norwegian man with a scar on his face in front of Vito roared loudly, and his final spittle suddenly sprayed onto Vito's face. The latter shook his head in disgust, and then his head hung upside down in the air.

"Kvako S. S. Streden." Vito finally said his name correctly. The burly Norwegian pirate lord in front of him raised his head, and the unique mohawk braided hairstyle on his head followed the surroundings. Dancing in the cold wind, he patted his chest, raised one of his fists high and spoke sharply.

"I am Kvako, Lord of the Sredden clan, Storm of the North, Storm Axe." Kvako suddenly stopped as he spoke. He looked at Vito, who was facing him buttocks in front of him. The latter slowly spinning in mid-air.

"Sorry, sorry, wait a minute." Vito said, kicking his legs in the air. After kicking several times, he turned around and faced Kvako in front of him again. "What did you just say?" Coming?"

"I am Kvako, the lord of the Sredden clan, the wind of the north." He stopped before he could say a few words. Vito smiled bitterly and turned around again, pointing his butt at him. He smiled awkwardly.

"I said why don't you put me down and let's find a place to sit and chat?" Vito was spinning upside down in the air. Kvako behind him growled in annoyance. He strode forward and grabbed Vito. He held his arm and turned him around, making his face look into his own.

In fact, the distance between each other might be too close. Vito felt the breath spraying from his nostrils onto his face, smelled the smell and stuck out his tongue in disgust, "You'd better take a few steps back." Well, with your smell, Nurgle will definitely like you."

"You lose! Constantine! I didn't catch you and your crew. I, Kvako, the storm from the north caught you!" He roared loudly, and the spittle in his mouth was mixed with the unpleasant smell. All the gas suddenly sprayed onto Vito's face. The latter closed his eyes and shrank his head back.

"Yes, yes, can we sit down and talk? Just leave one or two meters apart. Speaking of which, what did you eat in the morning? Expired herring? Do you want to consider adding kvaco to this tone? .A person with an aggressive tone?”

Kwako looked at the man in front of him who was humiliating him and pushed him away angrily. Vito flew backwards and swung back in the air. He kept swinging from side to side due to the force of the swing, and fell from Kwako's body. It swayed in front of me and fell back.

Vito swayed in the air, his eyes staring at Kvako who was walking away in front of him. He came to a subordinate wearing a fur cloak. The scar-faced Norwegian lord reached out and opened the box handed to him. It is an exquisite metal box, with the roots of the World Tree imprinted on it, and a red gemstone engraved on the top of the box.

Vito looked at the box and shook it. "Oh, that box looks very precious. I guess the things contained in that kind of box will definitely be more precious."

"Indeed, it is more precious than everything in this world." Kvako said, overlooking the contents of the box. As the lid was opened, a blue light from one of the articles shone on Kwako's face, His scarred face became more obvious and ugly under the light.

Kvako's eyes reflected the light inside. He smiled coldly for a while, and then he closed the box again, and the light inside disappeared. "That's what you came here for, right? You Gonna steal it."

"I don't think that's called stealing. After all, you did it by robbing graves, right? From the relics of the Asa Protoss that you say are sacred." Vito was still moving around, and his voice became extraordinarily long and thin. But his laughter was particularly clear.

"Did you know? Christians would worship God devoutly while digging up Jesus' tomb with the other hand, and then looted the entire Jerusalem, packing up all the treasures and taking them away, euphemistically calling it "from the grave" When pagans defend holy relics, they are really good at making excuses.”

"What about you? Kwako. What excuse did you give yourself?" Vito shook his head and continued to laugh at Kwako. The latter suddenly turned his head around and stared at the people in front of him. Swinging Vito.

"I will gain power from the Power Cube! This is Odin's will. I will unify Norse, become the Supreme Queen, lead everyone to set fire to the North Sea, and plunder and conquer the entire Christian world!"

Kvako roared and raised his arms. He circled the valley and scanned the surrounding men, "I will light Odin's anger on the World Tree! I will bring endless wealth and glory, so that the Hall of Valor will The door is open for us! The Valkyrie will personally take our souls and drink with the gods in the Hall of Valor!”

"It's so boring, it's this excuse again, "God's will!" God made me do this! "Can you change it to something more interesting? For example, you sleep with Odin's wife Freya, and then you plan to kill Odin and monopolize his entire wife and concubines?"

Vito spun in a circle, sighing and complaining. Kvaco strode up and grabbed Vito's collar, stopped the rotation and lifted it up. He stared at the opposite angle to his own. Vito.

"The prophet saw my destiny! I am destined to achieve all that! This power cube is the symbol of prophecy. Odin guided me to find it. He chose me. I will get Odin's power from the cube, the power I am destined to get!"

"Is this Odin you are talking about red all over and with horns on his head? He is always angry and likes skulls and blood?" Vito was trapped, hanging in the air with a mocking smile on his face, then he twitched his nose and turned his head away and vomited his tongue.

"Gan, I think we should let Nurgle come to you, Breath."

Kwak roared angrily and threw Vito down at once. He twitched and bounced up and hung in the air. Vito raised his head and looked at Kwak who was walking away.

"So, what are you going to do now? Hang me here? Or sell me as a slave?"

"Don't you want to have some fun? I'll make it more fun for you." Kwako said as he walked to the side of the men holding the box. He turned his head and glared at Vito.

"Open his back, tear his flesh and blood, and then tie him in the sea water, let the crabs and seabirds eat him slowly, feel death little by little, and feel the taste before death."

Kwako growled, and Vito smiled without showing any fear. He hung upside down in the air and looked at Kwako in front of him jokingly, "Where are my crew members? Are you also coming to the Blood Eagle Punishment one by one? That workload may be a bit heavy, aren't you tired?"

Kwako turned around with a sneer, stared at Vito behind him, and gently pressed his palm on the hilt of the long sword on his waist, "No, I will tie them back to my long house, and then wait until the next slave The slave traders are here, and they will be exchanged for silver coins. No one will be buried with you, Constantine. You will fall into the abyss alone, and let the venom of the venomous snakes corrode your spinal cord! You will die as a coward! "

Kovako roared, raised his cloak and turned away. He pointed at Vito and roared, "Kill him! Take away his weapons and send him to hell!"

Kovako turned and walked towards the exit of the valley. His men holding the box containing the Rubik's Cube followed him. Vito squinted and stared at the box, but soon the box was blocked. The man in the thick fur cloak came up and blocked Kovako and the box.

Vito raised his head and looked at the bearded man holding a battle axe in front of him. He glanced at Vito and waved to the people around him. Then several guys around him came up. One of them walked behind Vito and took out the key of the iron chain from his waist and untied the chain tied behind Vito.

Vito heard the sound of the lock opening, smiled slightly and nodded at him, "Thank you."

"Don't think too much, you will feel better if you behave yourself, otherwise we will beat you up." The man behind Vito said while pulling at the layers of chains that trapped Vito, but Vito in front of him laughed without minding, chuckling.

"Sorry, everyone, I do want to stay here with you for a while, but I guess your boss is in a hurry, so I am in a hurry too."

As Vito said, the iron chain behind him was gradually broken open, and when a thick iron chain was pulled to the side, a palm was revealed underneath, and golden lightning was stirring in the palm.

The man behind him was stunned for a moment, but suddenly a lightning bolt struck out before he could react, and the roaring golden arc instantly pierced his chest, and the man flew out and hit the huge rock on the side of the valley.

His companions in front of him were all startled. They looked at the man flying out and didn't understand what happened for a while, but soon, the bearded man was the first to react. He immediately lowered his head to look at Vito hanging upside down below. He smiled slightly, snapped his fingers behind him, and all the chains on his body exploded instantly.

The flying thick iron chains were all raised and hit in all directions, and instantly hit a guy on one side. His entire face was hit by the thick iron chains, and the sound of skull shattering was heard instantly.

The rest of the people subconsciously stepped back a few steps. After they avoided the whipping range of the iron chains, they immediately pressed the weapons on their waists and looked at the flying thick iron chains in front of them. They were densely woven together, blocking their sight in an instant.

The bearded man held the battle axe in his hand. He looked around at the chains that were spreading out in all directions, but he ignored the position below. Vito suddenly slid out from under the chains. The moment he passed by the bearded man, he hooked his calf with his palm and knocked him to the ground.

The bearded man fell to the ground, and the battle axe in his hand was loosened and flew up as his arm hit the ground, and this was caught by Vito. He stood up instantly and grabbed the handle of the battle axe, and swung it back with a fierce backhand to split the throat of a guy who had no time to react.

He retreated repeatedly holding his bloody throat, while Vito rushed forward, snatched the spear in his hand, turned over, and swung the battle axe to block the sword from the other side. He knocked the sword away, then held the spear in one hand and stabbed it out, piercing the abdomen of the sword holder.

The moment he screamed, Vito pulled out the spear and spun it backwards, dodging the flying arrows. Then, with the swing of his spinning arm, he slammed the spear straight away. After throwing it out, the whizzing spearhead flew up and pierced the archer standing on the rock in the distance.

He fell backwards all of a sudden, and the end of the spear was thrown up as he fell backwards. He fell off the rock with blood flying, and his whole body fell face down on the ground. The big man who fell on the ground Beard looked at the fallen archer in the distance, and he looked around in shock at the fallen corpses.

The guy in front of him who was hanging upside down in the air just now, killed several people in the blink of an eye before he even had time to react. He turned around and chopped down with an ax and was stabbed in the abdomen, while some people who were shouting and screaming were killed. , he fell to the ground, and one side of his neck was split in half.

Vito turned around and walked up to the bearded man with the battle ax in his hand. He fell to the ground and glanced at Vito before looking around hastily, "Give me a weapon! I will fight to the death with a weapon." Can go to the Hall of Valor!"

Vito looked at the man on the ground with a mocking smile, but the latter continued to yell, his eyes widened and he waved his hands, "Weapon! Give me one! Hurry up!"

"If you agree to give me this fur coat you are wearing, I will give you one. It's very cold." Vito smiled jokingly and pointed at his coat with his tomahawk. The latter cursed and quickly used his hands together. He took off his thick coat and threw it to Vito, who caught it.

"I've given it to you. It's your turn. I have to go to the Hall of Valhalla, Valhalla!" The bearded man shouted loudly on the ground, appearing hysterical during his words. Vito shook his head with a wry smile and bent down to pick it up from the ground. He picked up a sword and handed it to him.

"You Norse people, no wonder Khorne likes you very much." Vitor watched as he clenched the sword in his hand and put it flat on his chest, then raised the battle ax high and slammed it before he could think of anything. The ground was chopped down, and the latter looked up at the fallen battle ax and shouted, "Valhalla!"

As the battle ax fell, the sound stopped suddenly, and the broken head suddenly fell to the ground. On the bloody ground, a boot walked over, and on the upper side of the boot, a handful of blood dripped The battle ax rotated with his wrist, and the cold wind blew on the ax, causing the blood dripping downwards to slide backwards.

At the exit of the valley, Vito's elbows stretched out from the cuffs of his fur coat. He put on the clothes and stretched his arms. He patted his chest with a smile on his face, "He also used his own body temperature in advance. It’s heated, so thoughtful. ”

Vito said as he stepped on a rock in front of the valley with one foot and stood upright in the cold wind as he walked down to a Nordic dragon-headed longhouse that stood below.

"Come on, now that you know where the Rubik's Cube is, take that thing back in two seconds and get back to my girl's warm bed."

He stretched as he spoke, and then walked toward the longhouse at the foot of the mountain with his tomahawk on his shoulder.