Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of the great master Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! Chapter 2  The Emperor of Thunder

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The memories left in Ivan vaguely remembered that in ancient Greek mythology, it was Zeus who ruled all things, and in Nordic legends, he was the symbol of Thor. In Slavic mythology, it was Peren, the god of war who shot and killed the demons. In this timeline, Ivan was an existence beyond the physical laws of this world.

The wizard's chanting was just cleverly leveraging the power of the law, and his strength was the result of the awakening of the sleeping power in his body.

Even powerful enough to compete with the gods.

From the Holy Byzantine to the Vatican, deprive all the priests of the dirty souls.

With the power of Thunder God, Ivan's eyes were filled with violence and hatred. For Gregory, who was like a tiny ant, he looked at the other party with a condescending look.

Those who had joined forces with the Pope to suppress and expel their family finally felt their weakness and helplessness. Even if they had earthly wealth and power, they were only tiny dust and dust in the face of absolute power.

There is nothing more hopeless than knowing that you are a demon and wanting to avenge your revenge on the Holy See.

"Devil, you damn devil. I should have burned to the cross at the moment of your birth! Instead of expelling you to the North Pole!"

"I regret even more. I didn't kill you directly at that time!"

Gregory's angry curse was no different from the buzzing of mosquitoes. He could only wave his fists at the other party. In fact, the Holy Light and the Judgment were at most to scare the other party, and it had no effect.

Thunderstorm.

Ivan is too powerful, so powerful that he is like a mortal facing an ant, and he is disdainful.

He was already desperate, fear oppressed him, and even the last bit of mercy was gone.

He could not resist Ivan's pressure, and he did not even need the assistance of power. Because in the eyes of the other party, he was just an ant that could be trampled to death at any time.

Ivan still maintained that kind of rationality, making a hoarse and turbid sound from his Adam's apple.

"Silly Gregory, don't you understand until you die?"

"There is no sacredness in this world. Good and evil are just laws formulated by the bishops to deceive believers. Between all things, human beings are just a small group, putting their faith and worship into the great universe. Human beings are like fighting bugs or messy shrubs, without knowing their own insignificance, short-sightedness and insignificance, and God is also indifferent to human populations."

However, for a down-and-out time traveler, the son of the king who was exiled by the pope, the power to pull the thunderstorm will become a symbol of power and ambition.

Judgment in the name of justice!

The rapid ringtone of the warning whistle was like the horn of war, awakening the soldiers who were still sleeping. The Viking heresy in the north had not gone south for more than ten years. When they heard such bells, their first reaction was that the war would happen again.

However, when they picked up their shields and swords and walked out of the airtight bastion, the scene they saw made people stop.

Thunder fell from the sky and ravaged the entire fortress.

At this time, purple thunder enveloped the entire Alassan Cathedral. The sky thunder triggered the burning flames, and swept the entire holy land into the burning hell. The Holy Cross Knights guarding the important town of the extreme north rushed from the fortress of the town to the central cathedral. At a distance, they already felt the terrible sense of oppression.

In the gap left by the cover Gothic armor, there seemed to be a god who judged everything hidden above the dark clouds.

Thunder falling from the sky ravaged the center of the fortress, and more than half of the Alasas Fortress shook under the shadow of Ivan's wave.

"What's going on!"

The Paladin took a deep breath of air conditioning. He had never seen such a strange and terrifying scene on the northern land. Even though he was sacredly blessed and protected by the pope, he could not move after being stared at by the violent eyes in the center surrounded by purple thunder.

An ordinary figure has the power to capture people's hearts.

"The man on the road of justice, surrounded by selfish and tyrannical evil, blessed him with mercy and kindness to lead the weak through the valley of darkness."

What made Gregory feel ironic was that this heretic actually began to recite the Bible, and in every move, was he still intending to act as their miserable savior?

"Stop talking! Heresy, you are not qualified to read him..."

Before Gregory finished speaking, he heard a loud noise that shook his eardrums, and even the ground couldn't help but tremble. He raised his head, and a flashing thunder cut through the clouds and hit Gregory directly.

Even the Archbishop in the Cardinal was wiped out in the face of such amazing power.

Gregory, one of the initiators of the palace conspiracy, became the first enemy Ivan killed.

The fragments of the red robe burned by thunder and fire floated in the air and slowly dissipated as the sparks slowly disappeared.

"He guards his brothers, looking for the lost children. I will kill them with great hatred and incomparable anger for those who try to poison my companions."

The armor reflected a dazzling light, and the Holy Knights who rushed from all over the bastion to the center of the Holy See fulfilled their accusations and protected Alassia without retreating.

However, in Ivan's eyes, they were just a group of ridiculous bugs.

Even just a wave of your fingers can turn them into ashes.

Looking at the paladin who was swarming towards him, Ivan raised his hand again. The millions of volts contained in the clouds were mixed with his hatred and anger towards the holy Byzantine, and leaned down towards the helpless and weak knight's head.

These knights who could defeat the Cyclops and recite poems in the court were vulnerable to an ordinary young man.

He is the incarnation of Thunder God in myths and legends.

The armor that could withstand the Viking tomahawks melted by the instantaneous high temperature of lightning, and the iron that melted the fur and bones together turned into a painful and hideous sculpture.

The desperate charge was just a gorgeous suicide. Ivan stood at the height of dominating all living beings and despised the weak humans.

The church began to collapse, and the Gothic dome, which symbolizes the divine power, slowly fell in the burning flames.

At this moment, Quentin's lines in memory fully revealed his evil emotions.

The flames of hatred swept across the northern important towns, and the fortress towns that the Sacred Byzantine spent hundreds of years building were burned to pieces by thunderstorms and fire.

The trembling sound rang through the sky, and was trembling at Ivan's feet in the Alassas Fortress!

A stack of thunder echoed through the sky, echoing and circling in the north, even the clouds were swept away by the roar that shook the world, and continued to spread around the surroundings with the collapsed Alassian Cathedral as the center.

Under the reflection of the thunder, Ivan's face was pale, like a god's desolation.

The sound resounds throughout the sky!

"When I take revenge, they will know that I am Ivan Vasirinovich!"
Chapter completed!