"Two hundred and sixty-seven."
A number suddenly popped out of Amy's mouth.
"I remember every villager you killed. There are two hundred and sixty-seven in total. According to what you just did, each one will be returned a hundred times, and the total will be twenty-six thousand seven hundred people - Ivar, do you still have enough troops?”
"asshole!"
Ivar patted Fenrir, and Fenrir jumped out of the enemy formation and rushed towards Amy!
It was obviously a battlefield where two armies were fighting, but Ivar and Fenrir could enter and exit freely. He only had Amy in his eyes. He broke out of the enemy's formation and broke into his own. The raging fire burning around him and Fenrir burned all his own soldiers who had no time to dodge to ashes.
For a time, his army was in chaos.
The lord of Jutland reacted and began to order his troops to launch a counterattack against Ivar's troops. The battlefield became even more chaotic, but Ivar no longer cared about the outcome of this war. All he could think about was killing Amy!
This woman must die here! He built Najirfa and raised Fenrir, all to tell himself that he was the one chosen by Loki! He lost his wife, son and feet, and hid in the remote and poor Ireland. He relied on the belief that Loki would bring Odin the end to support him for more than ten years!
His power becomes stronger and stronger under this self-reinforcement that is almost deceptive. Now, there is another person protected by Loki?
Can not accept!
He left the battlefield and went straight to Amy under the city of Zealand. If her fire cannot harm those protected by Loki, then kill Amy with a sword, with Fenrir's claws and fangs, or even with his own teeth and nails!
No one on this battlefield can hurt him, except the unknown Amy!
However, a person suddenly appeared and stood between him and Amy. When he saw the full head of red hair, he tightened the reins. Fenrir stopped suddenly and raised his front paws high to the sky! Thanks to his timely stop, Fenrir only had a few hairs cut off by the sword.
The red-haired woman had a piece of black cloth wrapped around her eyes, like a blind person.
"Lily Mistertin? You should be in Antilia, why do you appear here!"
Looking at the cold sword in Lily's hand, Ivar shouted angrily and pushed all the flames covering his body forward! But Lily Mistatin easily dodged the flames, and Amy behind her caught the flames without any damage.
Lily then stabs him with her sword.
Ivar looked at his bleeding wound and Lily's empty hands in disbelief - the sword Lily had just used had clearly been turned into molten iron by the flames around him. But why are there wounds on his body?
"I've been following you all this way, and you're just now asking me why I'm here?"
Lily's tone was full of sarcasm. She pulled out another sword - she now had eight large and small swords hanging on her body, all of which she picked up from the battlefield.
"You want to hurt me with your sword?"
Ivar laughed heartily. He deceived himself that the wound he had just suffered was just because he inadvertently eliminated the flames around him, allowing Lily to take advantage of it.
"No weapon can hurt me through fire! No one's magic in this world can surpass mine! Loki is the most powerful god, and I can best understand his abilities!"
The flames on his body roared with claws and teeth, becoming more powerful than before.
"I will turn all of you, all of Zealand, Jutland, and all of Scandinavia into scorched earth!"
Lily's sword stabbed him again.
He covered his wound and looked at Lily in disbelief - the sword in her hand had been replaced, but it was still in a melted state.
He suddenly understood - it was speed! The speed with which Lily drew her sword was enough to hit his skin before it melted!
No matter that, a more terrifying thought flashed through his mind like lightning. He pointed at Lily hesitantly and said, "The person sent by this girl to kill the youngest son of the Lord of Jutland...were you?"
"It's me, what's wrong?"
"I remember... your father's nickname was 'Sword Master', and you, because of your red hair, were... called... Lo... Loki..."
"Loki's Sword. What happened again?"
"Loki...the sword?"
Ivar's pupils gradually dilated, and he pointed at Lily and then at Amy:
"She is your sword...she is Loki's sword...then you are not?"
Somehow, he seemed to feel the arrangement of fate.
"This is impossible!" He roared, using all his strength, he gathered the flames into a ball and threw it at Amy. This is Ivar's full strength. Even if Amy is also protected by Loki, if the protection level is not enough, it will be difficult for her to remain unscathed. But Amy frowned and dispersed his flames with a wave of her hand.
"Impossible! I have exhausted all my strength... Have you really surpassed the elf level? Are you really... Loki?"
At that moment, the protection on him disappeared.
Lily rushed forward and cut off the chains that tied him and Fenrir. Ivar fell down and squirmed on the ground like a bug for a few times, and then was stabbed through the heart by Lily.
Ivar stared at Amy, trying to remember this face.
"It's wonderful." He murmured before he died. "This kind of ugliness is the evil god Loki."
I'm depreesed. Amy thought so.
——How can a magician go from "self" level to "Elf King" in an instant?
In the end, Ivar didn't realize that Amy's power was only at the "natural" level.
It was Ivar who became weak.
A man with the same protection as him, an unrelated nickname acquired by a swordsman more than ten years ago, shook Ivar's faith in Loki, which eventually caused Ivar to lose the power of magic.
He believed that he was the only one protected by Loki, and believed that this foreshadowed his destiny. He gained great strength because of his almost pathological belief, but because his belief was too pathological, it collapsed so easily.
"But, am I qualified to sympathize with him?"
Leaving the entire battlefield behind, Amy limped into Zealand. She squatted down in front of a well and looked at her face: it was covered in extensive burns and looked extremely ugly.
Loki's protection failed to heal her face. This is Loki's joke, the mark of sin, the price she pays for her bigotry.
But she knew that the real her was far uglier than this face. Her body was covered in blood and turned into the most filthy thing in the world.
"...Why didn't I just die like that?"
She covered her ugly face and cried.
——"Lost lamb, I can redeem you."
"Who are you?"
——"I am the Son of God and the Son of Man. People revere my name and call me this way: 'βασίλεὺςβασιλέωνβασίλεύωνβασίλεύουσιν'"
