A foreigner's journey

The so-called Lostbelt is a brand new world line formed by a turning point in history that should not have occurred.

Please remember that the culprit that caused the generation and continuation of the brand new world line is an existence that we absolutely cannot resist.

The powerful, violent and cruel king of the Lostbelt who reigns over the world!

————"Top Secret File No. 017 of the Human Survival Guarantee Agency"

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Vanaheim, this is the sanctuary where the Vanir gods live.

The leader of the gods here is Niold, the god of the sea, the great god who controls summer, the sea, storms, fisheries and wealth, and the patron god of the sea.

When he is angry, he will swing the iron paddle in his hand, which can not only easily set off huge waves, but also cause storms and tsunamis. When he is happy, the waves will become calm.

In addition, powerful Vanir gods such as Nasus, the goddess of fertility, Frey, the god of light, Freya, the goddess of love and beauty, and Gulveig, the goddess of magic, also live in Vanaheim.

The boundless ocean covers the entire world of Vanaheim, and islands of varying sizes are lush and green, dotted on the blue scroll like gems.

Some of these islands are as huge as continental plates, and some are like small castles suspended in the air.

Located in the Sea of ​​Victory of Owen in the central sea area of ​​Vanaheim is the temple of the Vanir gods. Countless small islands and palaces and castles are suspended in spiral shapes above the towering spire palace, like a ladder to heaven.

The melodious singing and the sound of musical instruments always echo on the magnificent sea surface with the sea breeze.

The fishermen living in this world pray to the great sea god for a good harvest, and their worship and admiration from the heart are always rewarded.

But today, everything has changed.

The ocean is boiling, and the dark red sea surface is constantly gurgling with amazing heat waves.

Countless broken rocks are wrapped in blazing dark flames and thick smoke, falling to the sea surface like a rainstorm.

The bodies of many gods and demigods floated in the boiling sea water, their eyes still filled with shock, anger and confusion.

The thousands-meter-high spire palace that originally stood in the center of the Sea of ​​Victory of Owen had completely collapsed, replaced by white clouds hanging high above the sky.

Above the clouds, the magnificent golden palace could be vaguely seen.

"Ahhhh! Damn invaders! I will kill you!"

The leader of the Vanir gods, the sea god Njord, held a huge iron paddle and roared towards the golden palace in the sky.

Clang! !

The iron paddle wrapped in endless sea currents collided with the flame-shaped three-pointed spear burning with purple flames, and immediately exploded with a fierce shock wave.

The sea god Njord immediately felt a burst of numbness in the palms of his hands, and a huge force was transmitted from the opposite side.

A beautiful and cold face loomed in the flames and steam.

Njord swung his iron paddle vigorously to knock away the fire spear. The sea currents of the entire Vanaheim God Realm surged wildly under his drive. The huge impact force accumulated by the ocean currents for 7,600 hours turned into divine power and blasted towards the enemy blocking the way in front of him.

The fire spear in the opponent's hand spun out a spear flower, and the end of the spear body was actually a snake spear blade, and the spear tassel was also burning with purple flames.

The snake spear hit the divine power shock wave from bottom to top, and the impact force accumulated by the ocean currents of the Sea of ​​Victory of Owen for 7,600 hours was directly shattered.

Then, the spear blade of the fire spear broke through the clouds and steam in the sky and went straight to Njord's face.

After all, he was the leader of the Vanir God Clan, so Njord immediately swung his iron paddle to block the attack.

The two sides fought fast, and the collision between the spear blade and the iron paddle continued to explode in the sky like thunder.

Clang! After swinging the iron paddle vigorously again to sweep away the lance, Niord retreated several dozen meters with a slight breathlessness, looking at the opposite side in doubt.

The mist dissipated, revealing the figure on the opposite side.

This was a slender boy whose gender was difficult to distinguish. Let's call him "he". He had short silver hair hanging down his shoulders. The silver hair on the left ear was braided and fell on his collarbone. He had a cold face and fair skin like lotus roots. He wore lotus-shaped earrings on both ears and a red diamond-shaped mole on his forehead.

Red ribbons were wrapped around his shoulders and arms and extended several meters backward. There was a rapidly rotating flame ring under each of his bare feet.

He wore a golden bracelet on his wrist, held a lance in his hand, and stared at Niord with purple eyes indifferently.

"I am the leader of the Vanir gods, Niord, the god of the sea. You are so powerful that I have never seen in my life. Tell me your name!"

Niord held the iron paddle tightly and was ready for battle. He had a premonition that the Vanir might be truly destroyed today.

On the other side, the slender boy turned his gun flower, holding the fire spear in one hand and pointing it at Niolde, his voice and appearance were equally cold and indifferent:

The correct version in the one-six-nine-one-book-one-bar!

"The final humanoid self-disciplined weapon of the Demon God Cloud Palace, the Spirit Pearl."

As the voice fell, the fire spear once again wrapped in purple flames and collided fiercely with the iron paddle.

At the other end of the battlefield, the huge bull-headed giant god as big as a mountain waved the mixed iron stick in his hand that seemed like a pillar supporting the sky, roaring and smashing at the surviving Vanir gods.

The Eagle God, whose wings were enough to cover the sky, flapped his wings, crossed the stars and the universe, and chased the fleeing Vanir gods.

There were more demons and gods ravaging the battlefield, completely putting an end to the sanctuary of the Vanir gods.

Above the clouds, in that magnificent golden palace that was so glorious that it could only be seen in dreams, on the highest throne of the Lingxiao Palace, there sat a figure.

On the side, a handsome young man with long hair and three eyes looked down at the lower world: "The resistance of the native gods here can't cause any waves. Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

The figure sitting on the throne sneered and slowly sat up slightly from his previous lazy sitting posture.

"Destroy them all and prepare for the upcoming war."

The figure made a sharp voice:

"Don't be soft-hearted."

The young man was silent for a few seconds before he said: "I understand, this is all for the survival of our world. This is a war, the final war for the world and the future."

After that, he picked up the three-pointed double-edged sword beside him and blew a whistle. Immediately, a huge shadow flashed from the top of the sky, looking like a terrifying giant dog.

Yang Jian ran a few steps, suddenly jumped out of the cloud-topped golden palace, and pounced on the remaining Vanir gods together with the huge black shadow that fell from the sky.

Today is the day of the demise of the Vanir gods.

At this moment, the cloud-topped golden palace was empty except for the figure on the throne. The figure moved his body, and the infinite golden light in his eyes illuminated the entire Lingxiao Palace, as well as his figure.

What a monkey! He was wearing a chainmail golden armor, lotus silk cloud-walking shoes, and a phoenix-wing purple gold crown on his head. He held a golden cudgel in his hand and casually placed it next to the throne.

The demon god and emperor, Sun Wukong!

His class is Berserker!

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