I'm in Conan, and I'm the mastermind behind the scenes.

A few kilometres from the Norwegian Royal Palace, Karl Johanstrasse.

This is the last line of defense for the deployment of the Norwegian army.

Due to the large number of incendiary bombs used, the fog dissipated a bit, and it was barely possible to see the surroundings.

The RAF sent fighter jets to support Norway were originally scheduled to operate here.

But what people didn't expect was in the white mist where they couldn't see their fingers.

Except for the monsters whose faces were pale as dead and covered in scales.

There are also a lot of vampire scythes with wings.

Each of them was the size of a millstone, and their pupils were the same dark gold as those of the monsters.

At this time, they gathered together densely, like a surging black cloud.

The fighters sent by the British to support them had not yet had time to launch an offensive against the monsters below.

was wrapped in this black cloud, and suffered heavy losses in an instant.

Rumble!

Boom!!

This side of Carl Johann Street.

With the explosion and fall of fighter jets in the sky, the morale of the soldiers holding the line on this side was visibly low.

Everyone pursed their lips one by one, clutched the guns in their hands tightly, and looked at the white mist around them with a somewhat blank look that never seemed to dissipate.

They don't know if this nightmare will come to fruition?

Or rather.

Will you be able to survive until the nightmare is over?

At this moment, even some of the young men in the soldiers who usually do not believe in God are sincerely praying in their hearts that the Almighty Lord will bless them.

"Pray to a fart God. "

Among the soldiers, an artilleryman who looked a little rude, and had a large tattoo on his neck and chest, looked at the brothers who never went to church around him, and pouted:

"This is the Nordics, and if I want to say, even if we have to pray to the gods, we should pray to the Norse gods, and God can't control this. "

"Brunt, if you don't want to be sentenced to another month of confinement, you'd better keep your mouth shut. "

The soldier next to him pouted at Brutnunu, signaling him to be careful that their commander Corkins heard it.

Those present did not know that their prefect Corkins was a devout Protestant.

There are quite a few such people in Norway.

After all, Christianity is the main belief of Norwegians at present.

Specifically, it is the Protestant Lutheran Church, a branch of Christianity.

As for the belief in the Norse gods, it was lost by the Norwegians more than a thousand years ago.

At that time, they were still called Vikings, and their favorite thing was robbery and drinking parties.

"Confinement is confinement. "

Anyway, it's not the first time I've been confined.

Brut didn't panic at all, even though he noticed the eyes of many people, he still stiffened his neck and said:

"None of us will survive until tomorrow anyway, and there is nothing Corkins can do with me. "

"Really?!"

A middle-aged man in a meticulously dressed general's uniform with a scar on the peak of his left eyebrow walked over with a frown, looking at the thorn in his own ranks.

"Boss Corkins?!"

Seeing that the top boss really came, Brute's momentum suddenly weakened a little, shrank his head, and said with a sneer:

"I just don't think everyone's mood is right, so I'm kidding. "

"You know, I'm a Christian, too. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Huh. "

The middle-aged man, that is, Corkins, glanced at the kid without smiling when he heard this, and said in a low voice but not slowly:

"Listen, Brunt, if you want to survive this fight, shut your foul mouth right away!!"

"Otherwise, I can transfer you to the front line right now, and let those monsters raised by Bichi send you to God......"

"Yes, sir. "[]

In the snickering laughter of his comrades next to him, Brut hurriedly stood up and saluted, and did not dare to play tricks anymore, got into the infantry fighting vehicle under him, and watched the situation in the white fog in front of him with all his attention.

Zizi –

At that moment, Brut saw a dazzling flash of lightning that flickered in a somewhat hazy white mist.

"What the hell?!"

Brut muttered and adjusted the focus of the scope.

Now I can see it clearly.

It wasn't lightning, it was a strong man with thunder wrapped around his body and a hammer in his hand.

“～shit！！"

Brut was so startled that he got up from the infantry fighting vehicle again.

When Corkins, who hadn't gone far next to him, saw it, he was really angry this time.

He pulled out the pistol at his waist and said with a cold expression:

"Brutt, back to my combat post, do you want me to shoot you with my own hands?"

"No, Major Corkins. "

Brut waved his hand in a bit of a hurry and explained: "You can look with the telescope yourself, and a person has appeared in the white fog in front of you, a man with lightning wrapped all over his body, and he also has a hammer in his hand. "

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Corkins' brow furrowed even tighter when he heard this.

But before he could teach this kid who had been disrupting the order of the battlefield again and again, he had not yet been able to teach him a lesson.

More soldiers nearby let out exclamations.

They all saw the fake.

In the thin fog ahead.

A figure with a hammer and lightning wrapped around his body is fighting those terrible monsters with speed and strength that defies common sense.

And the other party is like Thor, the god of thunder in Norse mythology, who can command thunder.

"This, this ......"

Seeing this, even Corkins, a middle-aged tough guy who has been on the battlefield many times, couldn't hold back his expression.

After staring at the figure wrapped in lightning in the white fog for nearly three seconds, he quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and reported to his superiors.

"General Olaf, there is a supernatural of unknown origin in the area of our B3 defensive line. "

"The other party can command the thunder!!".