Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

After talking with old John that day, the man has intentionally distanced himself from Yvette.

As old John said, he is a man without a past, and such a man often means trouble.

Even the most sluggish person can see the secrets of a man after spending a few months together.

It's just that the villagers are simple and kind, so they didn't care or ask too much, but the man knew very well that his past must not be so simple. If he continued to stay in this town, it might bring great danger to the villagers. .

The only way he could repay the villagers was to leave silently, not to drag these simple people down.

Therefore, he decided to leave after the Fire Festival.

Fire Festival is an ancient traditional festival in this town. When this day comes, villagers gather in the nearby river and hold torches to **** a Viking warship full of sacrifices to the gods. Taste.

When the boat is about to leave the river, people will throw the torch in their hand on the boat to set it on fire.

The ancient Vikings believed that in this way, the warriors in Asgard and the Hall of Valor could enjoy the sacrifices and wine they offered, and bless them with a good harvest in the coming year, praying for peace.

The annual fire festival is the biggest event in this remote town.

Every family is preparing sacrifices, and there are many kinds of sacrifices. In addition to the slaughtered livestock and beasts, there are also sweet wines brewed. The task of Old John is to carve statues, and he does this every year.

The man carried a huge tree trunk more than ten meters long and several meters wide, and walked slowly to the stone field.

boom......

The trees fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough...Damn it, you can't let it go lightly?" Old John was choked and coughed again and again, and he came out of the side with a sullen face, and stared at him with a beard: "Let you do whatever you want. How can you cut down an ash tree so big?"

"Didn't you say the bigger the better?"

The man glanced at him strangely: "I have searched half of the mountain, and this one is the largest. It should be enough for you to carve, right?"

"I..." The corner of Old John's mouth twitched, he wanted Luca to find a slightly bigger one, but he didn't expect to find such a big one, and suddenly said with a bit of confusion: "Forget it, forget it, If it's bigger, it's bigger, an ash tree so big is enough for me to carve out the gods."

The man sat on the side and asked curiously, "It's all carving anyway, why do you have to use an ash tree?"

"You know shit." Old John glanced at him angrily, and said: "In legend, the tree species of the world tree is the ash tree, and only the gods carved out of the ash tree can be passed on to the gods of Asgard. ."

"Oh."

The man stopped talking.

Old John didn't continue talking, picked up the carving tools, and stared at the ash tree trunk with a focused expression: "I'm going to carve the image of the gods next, don't disturb me, or don't blame me for being rude."

"Oh well."

The man sat on the side boredly, intending to see how Old John sculpted: "I'll just take a look, I won't bother you at all."

But I saw Old John take a deep breath, his arms bulged up, his eyes showed a fierceness, the violent aura was completely different from before, not like an ordinary old man at all, but more like a... General of the battlefield!

The man was slightly startled, and there seemed to be some kind of throbbing in his heart.

That look... that kind of momentum... made him feel familiar.

Old John didn't notice the strangeness of the man. He focused on the ash tree in front of him. The iron chisel and hammer in his hand fell almost at the same time. Immediately, sawdust flew, and a large piece of withered skin peeled off. A face was embossed on the trunk, and the outline gradually gradually become clear.

The iron chiseled the way, and the knife was trimmed.

About two or three hours later, a lifelike relief of the statue appeared on the ash tree trunk.

Old John let out a long sigh, his eyes couldn't hide the tiredness, and the sweat pooled down his cheeks to his chin: "Old, old, I didn't expect to be so tired after only one carving."

The man stared at the statue, with an indescribable throbbing in his heart.

"Come again!"

Old John took a deep breath and continued to carve other idols.

All the gods need to be carved on the ash tree, and then the whole root will stand in the center of the boat as a giant sculpture pillar, so Old John has a lot of work, and there are at least a dozen gods that he needs to carve.

And according to the status of the gods, it is more and more difficult to go from bottom to top.

Busy until it was dark, Old John was panting from exhaustion, slumped to the ground sweating profusely, and said weakly: "Okay, I have finished all the carvings, I will trouble you next, put the statue on the warship. go."

The man walked to the carved sacred pillar, counted from the bottom up, and found that there were only twenty-two statues.

The **** statue at the top is a rough-looking bearded man with a golden belt around his waist and a hammer that summons thunder, just like Thor, the invincible **** of thunder in mythology.

But according to his understanding, there should be twenty-three statues in the myth, and the most important one is Odin, the king of the gods.

"Old John, why don't you sculpt the king of the gods?" The man turned his head and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Do you think I don't want to sculpt?" Old John glared at him and said angrily: "Odin, the king of the gods, is supreme, where have I seen him? Usually a space is vacated, just as a sacrifice to Odin. Ding's."

It's... interesting to say.

The man raised his eyebrows and joked: "Listen to what you mean, could it be that you have seen other gods?"

Old John's expression changed slightly, his eyes seemed to be flustered, and then he quickly covered it up, shaking his head and said, "I am a mortal, how could I have seen the gods, these are all passed down from the past, I will engrave them according to That's it."

With that said, Old John got up and urged, "Stop thinking about it, and quickly carry the sacred pillar back. Tomorrow will be the Fire Festival."

"Wait... Old John, I might have a way."

The man suddenly stopped Old John, his eyes involuntarily put his eyes on the tool, and his heart throbbing became stronger: "I... I seem to be able to carve Odin, can you let me try it?"

"You? Luca, don't make fun of me." Old John's eyes showed a touch of shock: "That is Odin, the king of the gods, and the statues I carved have a hint of magic, in case you sculpted it wrong , will be punished by the gods at that time."

Carving the appearance of the gods is not something anyone can do.

If you switch to other villages, you will have to carve one or two statues, and most of them are replaced by symbols. If you carve the appearance of the gods indiscriminately, you will lose the blessing of protection in the next year, and in the worst case, you will be punished by the gods on the spot.

Only Old John can completely carve the appearance of the gods. This kind of **** pillar has the best blessing effect. Therefore, the task of carving the statues every year has always been completed by only Old John.

Now this divine pillar condenses the appearance of the gods, and it can already be sensed by the gods of Asgard. If the engraving of Odin's appearance is wrong, I am afraid that it will attract the wrath of the gods.

"Let me try, okay?"

The man stared at the image of the gods, and the familiar feeling struck again: "I... seem to remember a little bit of the past."

"You..." Old John looked hesitant, but when he thought that it might remind Luca of the past, he gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, since you want to try, I won't stop you. You, but if you don't feel good, don't force it, you know?"

"Well, don't worry."

The man took a deep breath and picked up a wooden carving knife.

Old John's eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and the doubts in his eyes could not be erased. You must know that there are dozens of wood carving tools. It is a bit too arrogant to want to carve the appearance of the gods with just a wood carving knife?

Just as he was about to speak, reminding Luca that he should not use a wood carving knife first, but a chisel to carve out the draft, and then use a knife to modify it, but saw a faint blue light flashing in the bottom of the man's eyes, and the next moment the wood carving knife almost turned into mutilation. film.

shhhhh......

The blade flipped and moved, and the sawdust flew for a while.

I don't know if it was his illusion. Old John always felt that the man holding the knife seemed to have become the king of the gods. The afterimage of the knife gave off a palpitating chill that made his back sweat. The roots of the hair stand upright.

"finished."

The man let out a long breath and threw the wooden carving knife in his hand aside.

"Oh... it's done..."

Old John hadn't reacted yet. After half a second of sluggishness, he exclaimed, "What? You said it's done?"

"Well, it's done."

The man nodded again to confirm, and said, "You can take a look, I think it should be fine."

Cold sweat broke out on Old John's head, thinking that the man was sculpting randomly, he hurriedly stepped forward and scolded: "I said that you won't be allowed to sculpt randomly, now it's good, I have to be busy again... busy. ...What the hell?!"

The original blame was swallowed back in the stomach.

A pair of cloudy eyes stared at the boss~www.NovelMTL.com~ full of shock, and Old John was completely dumbfounded.

I saw that on the top of this sacred pillar, there was a carved image of a long-bearded old man, one eye was covered by golden iron, and the other eye was like a falcon, exuding endless domineering, as if looking down at the world. Life, the majesty of the king of the gods is like a torrent, and you can feel the majesty of the supreme god-king just by looking at it.

"what--!"

Old John was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and his face paled and he shouted in horror: "Yes...it's the king of gods...the king of gods Odin!!!"

rumbling—

Thunder rang through the sky, and lead clouds rolled across the sky.

The fierce wind of the call sign came on the torrential rain, and the rumbling thunder echoed between the heavens and the earth, and there seemed to be a ray of light hanging down in the hazy, staring at the man and the old John below through the barrier between the worlds.

The man slowly raised his head and looked at the light in the air.