"Stage Forced Mission 1: Save Constantine. Constantine, the ruler of Constantine, angered the Olympian tribe. The punishment is coming at any time. Please save his life. Success, the mission will be rewarded with 3,000 survival points; failure, double punishment."

"The Godly War mission is started, and both sides of the war are upgraded!"

"Stage optional mission 1: Save four early-level angels. The Catholic evil actions angered the gods. The gods of fertility who happened to pass by the sky decided to punish them and save their lives. Successfully rewarded 1,000 survival points; for each death of an early-level angel, 500 survival points will be deducted, and all deaths will be deducted, and 3,000 survival points will be deducted."

"Selectiver 21278069 contacts Nordic gods, and the stage mandatory mission is activated!"

"Stage Forced Mission 2: Kill at least 2 of the twelve Nordic gods. Success rewards 10,000 survival points; failure, double punishment.!"

The letters tilted down the light curtain again. This time, the Scorpion Spirit also felt a little angry. Although her knowledge was not wide enough, the strength of the twelve Nordic gods should not be underestimated, and she still knew this.

Besides, whether it is the Olympian or the Nordic gods, most of them are close relatives of blood. They beat their son and caused one of them, and they would inevitably involve a group of people behind them, which was extremely troublesome.

"Tsk tsk, the reward is indeed rich!" Qin Wuyang praised constantly. The changes in both sides had begun. The four black-robed priests lying on the ground became extremely painful, and their clothes were hissing, instantly torn apart by themselves, shattering. A pair of snow-white wings were generated under their shoulder blades.

The flax-colored hair was quickly stretched and hung directly to the waist, and then quickly faded into broken gold, and the star-shaped light floated at the ends of their hair.

Their bodies became extremely strong, and their snow-white robes covered their ankles, wrapping them all in it. The ice-blue eyes were as calm as ice, without any emotional fluctuations.

Compared to the tepid angels' transformation, the people on the opposite side are much more generous. Dozens of pursuers exploded into a flesh-and-blood storm in an instant.

The white bone marrow and red blood rotated like lightning in the air. The flesh and blood of dozens of people finally condensed together and turned into one person and one riding. There was no shining and bright armor, no full set of war horses, and no such a passion for sword aiming at the sky. A young man in a leather jacket rode on a bareback war horse, with a broad sword loosely tied around his waist.

The young man was extremely tall and strong. If it weren't for the same majestic war horse under his crotch, he would have been crushed by him at this moment. From the appearance of the broad sword, it was about half a foot wide and a terrifying seven feet long. This was not a long sword, but a deformed shield. It was only possible to use it in such a giant's hands. If it were changed to the master, I was afraid I couldn't even carry it.

The war horse of the God of Abundance Frey is never simple. In mythology, the horse's name is Blood Hoof, which is known as a horse that can cross flames, and its four hooves are indeed as bright as blood.

Compared with the two, even if these four angels have more wings, Frey's momentum on the opposite side is like four dragonflies about to hit the spider web, a dying thing, not worth mentioning.

Frey didn't even look at the four angels. His eyes were fixed on Qin Wuyang. Frey felt a little tricky about Qin Wuyang's unfathomable strength.

"The mysterious strong man in the East, the matter here has nothing to do with you, so please stay out of it." Even though Frey was a little afraid of Qin Wuyang, he did not think he would lose. His strength was not like the kind of marginal little god. As one of the twelve main gods of Arthur Gad, Frey was not elected by bribery. The king's record of winning every battle allowed him to get this position. His advice to Qin Wuyang was only to be more than less, so his attitude towards Qin Wuyang was not too friendly.

"Let's take action!" Qin Wuyang took a few steps back and let the scorpion spirit press forward. As for this helper who was pulled into Kongjin by him, Qin Wuyang had never seen her fighting with others.

Now, it’s just right to see how strong she is, and it’s easy to know what she is going on for the ongoing battles. As a demon, the Scorpion Spirit will not be afraid of fighting with stronger opponents. Even if the twelve Nordic gods are famous, the Scorpion Spirit will not avoid any hindrance.

With a "bang", the steel forks plunged heavily on the ground. The soft soil did not show a big pit, but the entire surface shook twice.

The blood hoof spitted out his breath, restlessly stomping on his bowl-sized hoof, leaving deep footprints on the soft mud. The blood hoof is a very famous divine horse in the Nordic heavens, but these animals with peaceful personalities will have a natural fear of the fierce monsters.

Frey sneered and stared at Qin Wuyang, and looked extremely contempt for him sending a woman to the battlefield. Even the Nordic Valkyrie Valkyrie dared not fight with Frey alone, let alone other women.

Therefore, he was too lazy to make any moves when it came to the provocation of the scorpion spirit. His broad palm gently stroked the horse's hair, soothed the blood hoof of the divine horse, and his expression was peaceful.

The Scorpion Spirit sneered. As a demon who grew up in a bloody battle, don’t expect her to have something as profound as the spirit of martial arts. The more the other party underestimates her, the higher the winning rate and happier she will be.

As they approached each other step by step, the Scorpion Literature was jogging all the way. The distance between the two sides was quickly getting closer.

The scorpion spirit shouted lightly, and instantly crossed dozens of feet away to Frey's eyes. The steel fork pierced Frey's eyes like lightning that tore through the void.

Compared with Feley, who is nearly three meters tall, the scorpion spirit, who was originally called a tall scorpion spirit, was like a loli who was not mature, but at this moment the steel fork in her hand was as smart as a poisonous snake. At this moment, the poisonous snake had spread its fangs and vomited deadly venom.

With a crisp sound of "Canglang", Frey's soldiers, the sword of victory, Revatin had deshewned out and fell lightly into Frey's hands.

Nordic gods vs Middle-earth demons!

Frey's giant sword hit the steel fork, but there was no expected loud bang. The steel fork that the scorpion spirit pierced like lightning was just a false move. The steel fork looked at the coming of the giant sword, and it was lighter on it, leveraging the force slightly, and spinning like a hurricane in the air. In an instant, the steel fork turned into a giant meat grinder and rushed downwards.

The close combat power of the Scorpion Spirit is at the forefront of the demons of Journey to the West. Even the Fighting and Fighting Buddha Sun Wukong can fight hundreds of tricks without any decision. What's more, after entering the selection space, she spent countless survival points to wander in various mission spaces, honing her skills, and her strength has made leap progress, and she has been promoted from the Golden Pill to the Divine Level. This makes her close combat skills even more difficult.

For example, if Fei Lei made a mistake in this move, he would be at a disadvantage in an instant. This does not mean that Fei Lei's strength is weak, but that the combat cultures between the East and the West are different.

In the West, especially in Northern Europe, combat has never been fancy. Whether it is human or god, it is pure battlefield fighting skills, and there will be no false tricks to lure enemies, etc.

In addition, Frey was despised by women, so he fell into a disadvantage in the first encounter. However, whether in the past, present, or in the future, the twelve Nordic gods are not fish-stealers, and no one can be despised.

Seeing that the steel fork storm was about to fall on Frey's strong body and pinched him into flesh mud, Frey suddenly activated the horse, and his blood hooves took a leisurely step, like a phantom, which helped Frey escape the most powerful part of the scorpion spirit move.

Taking advantage of the scorpion spirit's slight surprise, the Frey's giant sword suddenly slashed upwards, like a giant axe that opened the sky, breaking the storm of the scorpion spirit from the middle of the storm with one sword and two pieces, neatly breaking this move.

With the sound of hooves, Frey urged the war horse to keep the distance. He dared not take it lightly anymore. His eyes widened and his lips were closed. Frey's face was like a classic Greek statue, full of texture. Unfortunately, the Scorpion Scorpion never had any artistic cells.

With a clear roar, the Scorpion Spirit rubbed her body upwards. Frey's sword had completely stimulated her fighting spirit. The martial arts that had been tempered by thousands of hammers were sprinkled out in the scorpion Spirit's slender jade hands, like a landscape painting splashing ink, intertwining a dance of death in the air.

Compared with Frey's broad sword, it was like a giant hammer in the miner's hand, leaving deep traces of bone visible on the hard ore. Frey's sword technique did not have the slightest beauty, but it turned away every move of the scorpion spirit.

As clever as he is, Frey is indeed a guy who can occupy a place in the Nordic gods. His swordsmanship is perfect and he has reached the level of nearly the Tao. One move he can pick up is the most true and wonderful, and it is so wonderful.

Moreover, what made the Scorpion Spirit even more impatient was that Ferre's horse and his cooperation were like a twin, with no flaws. Although the horse did not have any combat power, it increased Frere's strength by more than 10%.

The reason why the two have been entangled has not yet decided the winner because the scorpion spirit has extremely fast move speed and movement speed. In the air, it moves forward and backward, and is free to come and go, and does not give Fele Thunder a chance to hit it.

"Ha!" Frey finally felt impatient. The broad sword Revatin was in his hands and could never catch up with the scorpion spirit. Taking advantage of the moment when the scorpion spirit retreated to one side, Frey grabbed his blood hooves, and the horse neighed, soared into the air and instantly opened the distance. This time, Frey did not give the scorpion spirit a chance to approach him. In the sword of victory, Revatin escaped, like a silver full moon, slashed towards the scorpion spirit.

However, the Scorpion Spirit knew Frey's weapons more deeply than he himself. Seeing that he was out of hand, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She murmured to herself softly: "Bound horse poisonous stake!"
Chapter completed!