Saint Seiya Evil Skull

"Then we'll just have to wait and see! Humph, what really surprises me is that the Aesir actually let a fish like you escape the net. And, in my opinion, you might be a pretty big fish!" In this short moment, Aluberisi had successfully adjusted his mentality to the best state.

"Hahaha..." A burst of arrogant laughter rang out, "Those treacherous and despicable people you mentioned? They naturally want to take my life even in their dreams! Especially that abominable bastard Odin, he actually spent a huge amount of energy to use his spiritual sense to carefully search the entire Vanaheim.

"If those guys from Mount Olympus hadn't taken advantage of the situation and launched a surprise attack, I'd have been in serious danger. But thankfully, Odin and his gang didn't meet a good end, and had to retreat back to Asgard in disgrace!" he said with disdain, clearly secretly delighting in the fact that the Æsir had ultimately lost their victory.

From the other party's eloquent and vivid narration, Alubelisi finally had a roughly clear understanding and grasp of the ins and outs of the whole incident.

It turned out that this thrilling war between the gods was originally initiated by the Aesir. Relying on their immense strength and ingenious tactical planning, they successfully depleted the Vanir's manpower. However, the Vanir were no pushovers. Faced with such an unfavorable situation, they would not easily concede defeat.

So, in desperation, the Vanir displayed amazing wisdom and courage, meticulously planning and executing a surprise counterattack. This plan was indeed effective, dealing a heavy blow to the Aesir.

But as the saying goes, "Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of your own." Although the Vanir successfully inflicted heavy damage on the Aesir, they themselves were almost in a tragic situation of annihilation.

At this moment, the Olympians, who had been watching from the shadows and waiting for their chance, keenly sensed the Aesir's current weakness. They seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity without hesitation and launched a sudden and fierce attack.

This surprise attack was undoubtedly a further blow to the already wounded Aesir. In desperation, the Aesir had no choice but to temporarily retreat and retreat to their homeland Asgard to recuperate and regroup.

"You must be Njord, the God King of the Vanir! I heard from Loki that the Vanir were completely wiped out in that war between gods, and only a trace of the soul of Njord, the God King of the Vanir, escaped at the end of the war. You must be that soul - Njord, the God King of the Vanir!" Albelisi thought for a while and suddenly thought of something.

"I didn't expect a mere mortal like you to know all this. It seems I underestimated you." After hearing Alberisi's words, the other party was silent for a moment before speaking, clearly acknowledging that he was Njord, the God King of the Vanir.

Aluberisi also breathed a sigh of relief. He finally knew who the other party was. He was no longer completely in the dark and knew nothing.

"Lord God King!" Alberich said with a flattering smile, trying to lighten the mood, to ease any conflicts between the two sides, and to foster a better relationship. However, just as he was about to speak, he was mercilessly interrupted by Njord.

"The Vanir are no longer in existence, and as you said, I am now just a remnant soul. Therefore, you don't need to call me 'God King' anymore, just call me by my name - Njord." There was a hint of sadness in Njord's tone, as if he was recalling the glorious days of the past, his heart filled with endless emotion and regret.

Hearing this, Aluberisi was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded and said: "Okay... okay! Niold. In this case, if there is nothing else, then I will take my leave first. You also know that I still have a lot of things waiting for me to deal with!" Although it was only Niold's residual soul standing in front of him, this was the residual soul of the former God King!

Who could guarantee that this former king hadn't left behind any powerful tactics? If he accidentally angered him, the consequences would be disastrous. It would be best to flee quickly, lest he not only gain nothing but also lose his life. With this thought, Albelisi no longer hesitated, hurriedly bowed to Njord, and prepared to leave.

"You, a mere mortal, actually went to such great lengths to come to Vanaheim. Is it just for the pile of scrap metal you picked up? Or, are you planning to go back and tell Odin about it?" Njord shouted at Albelisi without any hesitation. At the same time, a vague soul shadow appeared in front of Albelisi.

Looking closely, the figure in the shadow had messy hair like weeds, a pair of huge wings growing on its back, and was wearing a robe as white as snow.

"The reason I came to Vanaheim is to explore opportunities that can allow me to make a breakthrough. I am definitely not Odin's minion. Besides, I am not familiar with Odin!" Albelis responded with a serious face.

"Breakthrough? In my opinion, you should have reached the realm of the eighth sense, Alaya-vijnana! For an ordinary human being, such an achievement is already quite remarkable, but you are still trying to make further breakthroughs. Could it be..." Niold said with a look of suspicion on his face.

"Yes, I long to be immortal like those high gods, and to possess immense power so that I can protect my family." Albelisi stared at Njord firmly and answered word by word.

"You are so audacious! If I still had a physical body left in this world, I would definitely execute you, the rebellious heretic! Even if your master Odin knew of your rebellious thoughts, he would order your execution without hesitation!" Njord roared with a firm face and a stern voice.

"So, Niold, what do you want now?" Aluberisi stared at the person in front of him with a sharp gaze. He simply gave up the roundabout way and asked directly to the point.

Upon hearing this, Niold didn't immediately answer Albelisi's question. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. He then spoke slowly, "Hahaha... Speaking of which, although you're just an ordinary mortal, I have to admit that your body is truly astonishing! It's able to contain such a powerful, majestic, and surging vitality. A body full of such vitality is truly rare in this world, a miracle."

As he spoke, Njord couldn't help revealing a hint of envy and admiration in his eyes.

As soon as these words came out, Albelisi's heart suddenly tightened, and he became alert. Could this guy be coveting his body? The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. After all, he possessed an unparalleled body, while the other party only had a powerful but incomplete soul.

Moreover, after countless years of wear and tear, his remnant soul was either nearing fading into thin air or had already regained some strength. In either case, the enemy was very likely to fight to the death. Recalling the earth-shattering final battle between the Vanir and the Aesir, one could see that Njord never lacked the courage and determination to take risks. Especially considering his current strength in the Eight Senses and Alaya Consciousness, it might be completely insignificant in the eyes of the enemy.

"So, Niold, you value my physical body." Aluberisi's nerves were tense to the extreme.

"Don't be nervous. Even if I really value your physical body, given the gap between us, do you think you can still escape? You might as well wait for death to come!" Niold said nonchalantly when he saw Aluberisi who had already taken an attacking stance.

"Even ants try to survive, let alone me. I won't let go of any chance I get!" Arubelisi's will gradually became firmer.