Chapter 418: The condition of the continents (I)
Freya’s rising aura drew the attention of everyone on Kuro Mountain. A radiant energy enveloped her, pulsing with increasing intensity as the power of the totems covering her skin grew higher and higher. Of course, no one dared to get near her; they understood that for the Viking civilization, their interaction with the Primordial God was sacred. They watched from a respectful distance, maintaining a reverent silence as they observed the unfolding spectacle.
The intricate tattoos etched across Freya’s skin began to glow brighter, the symbols shimmering with ethereal light. The energy they held was rising to new heights, escalating with each passing moment. But that was not all—a new power emanated from them after a few seconds. A powerful and radiant red glow emerged from the Viking princess, flooding the air with a metallic taste and expanding for thousands of meters. The blood of nearly everyone on Kuro Mountain and its surroundings trembled in response.
Vlad and Jormungandr’s eyes narrowed as they felt the sudden surge. Shock appeared in their expressions as they sensed how even their own blood seemed to quiver under Freya’s crimson radiance. It was not hard for the duo to understand that the crimson glow was a manifestation of the Viking princess’s new bloodline. What shocked them was that it seemed to surpass their own.
While Vlad and Jormungandr had never paid much attention to their bloodlines, due to their growth and ascension in the Depravita Path, theirs had evolved into the Guardian Tier. So, for Freya’s bloodline to make theirs tremble, it could only mean it was on a higher level!
A wide smile spread across the young man’s face, mirrored by the small yellow cat beside him. They gazed at the Viking princess’s growth with thrill and delight. After all, the stronger Freya became, the more Leviathans she would be able to vanquish in the future.
Finally, after half an hour, the last iota of essence taken from the Special Unit Leviathan flawlessly merged into Freya’s totems. The radiant glow surrounding her began to stabilize, the pulsating energy settling into a steady aura that enveloped her form. The bloodline aura coalesced around her, signifying the completion of the ritual.
Freya opened her eyes, a sense of enlightenment shining within them. She took a deep breath, and in the next moment, pure light flowed through her skin, making her seem like a divine saint. The metallic taste in the air dissipated as the bloodline power coursed flawlessly through her veins and under her control.
Under everyone’s gaze, she pointed her finger toward a distant boulder perched on a neighboring peak. A small beam of energy flashed forward at a shocking speed, a streak of light that crossed the distance in an instant. The beam struck the massive rock, and with a resounding explosion, it shattered into countless fragments, debris scattering in all directions.
Gasps of shock and awe erupted from those witnessing the display. The sheer power demonstrated was incredible. Soldiers exchanged amazed glances, and whispers spread through the ranks.
"Did you see that?"
"Unbelievable!"