Chapter 468 7.122 Viking Rage (4)

Even though he was surrounded by Vikings, frost giants, and millions of English mobs, Mutu still did not show too much tension.

The "Patriarch" usually taught them to keep a low profile and hide in human civilization at all times. When he was young, Mutu did not understand why they still wanted to survive even though they could rely on force.

However, after a long 200 million years, he witnessed the rise and fall of 17 rounds of civilization.

At this time, he had fully understood everything.

Playing the pig to eat the tiger is the most deadly!

The daily forbearance is for today, just to make the arrogant mortals mistakenly believe that the 12 patriarch-level lizardmen are like other lizardmen, all of whom are just scales and powerless.

Little did they know that the "Illuminati" had collected countless natural treasures through various means in 200 million years. The society of the lizardmen is not like that of mortals, where everyone is equal, but is similar to bee colonies and ant colonies.

Gongfeng was born to die.

The whole tribe serves the queen bee!

As the rulers standing at the top of the Illuminati, the "12 Lords" have been poured with massive resources by the gang. "Transformation" can no longer even describe their self-strengthening.

They have entered thousands of different countries born on this planet and have come into contact with tens of thousands of foreign gods who have descended on this planet at different times and places.

They can say without hesitation that this planet belongs to them.

Therefore, when his subordinates died one after another at the hands of Loki, Mutu panicked, but never thought that he might die.

Compared with humans who only live for a hundred years, he is an old ruler from the ancient times.

His life span is even longer than that of most gods.

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Time is running out, and Mutu has no time to put on human skin.

At the same time, all the "soul boxes" on the entire mountain have been chopped down by Viking pirates.

At this time, Mutu is truly alone.

Trapped on the top of the lonely peak, surrounded by more than 3,000 Viking pirates, Mutu is still as calm as before. When the original spiritual energy covered the entire mountain, his consciousness was forced to leave Loki's sea of ​​consciousness.

He only did one thing.

He took out a thick crystal coffin and pressed his body firmly in it.

Loki fell into a coma for two months, but his mind remained clear. He did not rely on drugs to accomplish all this. The magic circle that Mutu arranged on him was also rapidly weakening due to the interference of the original spiritual energy.

For Mutu at this time, Loki's brain was the most precious treasure. He didn't know how much effort his future self had spent to send the soul with such a huge amount of information to the past.

In the upcoming war, he couldn't allow this body to suffer any damage.

The first person to rush into the cave on the top of the mountain was Alfred. Mutu, standing in front of him, was dressed in golden scales, like the rising sun.

There were no torches in the cave, but this man's fighting power was next to the crystal coffin, like a real god.

"Mortals, I am proud of you for being able to come this far and meet my true body!"

"You have exceeded my expectations."

Mutu's voice was heavy and gentle. Although he was not much taller than humans in terms of size, the golden light emitted by the shining scales on his body still shocked everyone who entered the room.

"What is this?"

"Why, just looking at him gives me a feeling of soul trembling?!"

The Vikings have experienced too many wars in recent years. There are no creatures in the world that can make them afraid, because they have passed through the Asgard portal and have seen too many terrifying creatures created by the Aesir in the seven realms of the gods.

But even so, this strange creature with a set of golden scales and golden light still makes them feel a sense of solemnity brought by the long years.

Seeing him is like seeing the endless golden fields of Asgard and the twin stars floating on it.

It was like seeing Surtur wandering aimlessly with a giant sword dragging across the land of fire.

To some extent, the nearby Mutu even gave them the feeling of a real god more than "Surtur".

When everyone stopped moving, the first person to stand out from the queue was Clint Fuyuki, who was wearing a heavy bear robe.

This war, which lasted for nearly two months and caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people, was all caused by Mutu's capture of Alfred. In the process, Clint Fuyuki's adopted daughter Elena was seriously injured and completely lost her fertility.

Other Viking pirates joined the war for different purposes, but only he had a personal grudge with the golden-armored god in front of him.

Clint has been a Viking pirate all his life.

In his long life, he had killed and robbed people, and slaughtered innocent old people and children. He had gone deep into Asgard to hunt gods with young tribesmen, and had personally fought a desperate battle with the "Deep Diver", one of the three great abyss priests of the "Dagon Cult".

For all of this, he never regretted it, nor was he afraid.

On the long way, he insisted on coming here with wounds that had not completely healed, and he finally saw his enemy. At this moment, he silently recited the names of carpenter Sanji, "Wolf Eye" Sicord, Faith Sea Claw, and his adopted son Wansha Ivanovich.

They were all allies who helped him in the critical moment.

They all died under the conspiracy of this golden old lizard.

Rushing out of the queue with a big stride, Clint ignored everyone's obstruction and swung the axe to chop Mutu's neck. The thick and heavy armor-piercing axe fell on the golden scales on his neck, making a low hum, like the sound of a bell in the distant mountains, echoing repeatedly in the cave.

Mutu turned his head and widened his eyes.

"Mortal, you are very good."

"I can't remember the last time I was chopped with an axe. Was it the last round of civilization? Or two rounds of civilization?"

"Sometimes I miss this feeling, as if a long, long time ago, I was like you, wielding weapons and slashing at our enemies for the continuation of the tribe."

"I haven't done this kind of thing for a long time."

An axe fell, and the other party was unharmed. Everything that happened in front of him was fiercely challenging everything that the old man had experienced in his sixty years of life.

Without hesitation, he raised the axe again and tried to chop Mutu's back.

However, this time, Mutu stretched out two golden fingers like lightning and easily clamped the axe blade that was falling rapidly in the air.

"Old man, no."

"Your struggle is meaningless."

After saying that, he stretched out his left hand.

All the Viking pirates stood still.

He snapped his fingers gently.

Clint collapsed to the ground like a withered plant.