My little country

Roskimir has always believed that his ancestors were the greatest brave and patron saint of the Slavic clan in ancient times.

In his body, the blood of the ancient gods was flowing.

As for the reason, it is naturally because the great Perun ancestor told Roskimir about the dream when he was dreaming.

Moreover, after Roskimir came to Mosca, he stood by the river where the ancestor's statue was pushed down, and indeed heard the whispers of the ancestor again.

Although Roskimir couldn't understand this whisper, he believed even more in the message he had received in his dream, and confirmed that he was Perun's descendant.

Even when he was in the mental hospital, the attending physician told Roskimir with a constipated expression that the whispers by the river were just an auditory hallucination.

And the river where the statue of Perun was pushed down is actually... not the one where Roskimir ran to worship.

But how can Roskimir believe the words of these mortals who are jealous of his great blood?

Haha, why did you worship the wrong place?

Obviously, I checked the information for a long time before I went. How could it be wrong?

The other party must be jealous of himself, and he is pointing at him.

It must be like this!

Ah!

He also said that he was affected by the extraordinary manifestation of the past year, so his condition worsened.

This is a big joke!

Roskimir simply dismissed this remark.

He walked on the street and touched the mental illness certificate he was carrying with him. The date on which the certificate was issued was clearly three years ago.

Three years ago, where was the extraordinary manifestation?

But three years ago, I was already a patient in the Mosca Mental Hospital!

Roskimir got on the tram, he was addicted to the fantasy world in his mind, and soon returned to his house in the suburbs.

This is a nice looking single villa, three stories high.

It's a pity that it's too far from the city, and the surrounding area is not a wealthy area, and it's worthless.

"Father, are you back?"

Roskimir pushed open the door, and saw his eldest son and his wife on the dining table waiting for their dinner.

He nodded slightly, and the three of them sat together and began to pray.

The content of the prayer is not those of the Holy Bishop, but after Roskimir’s adaptation, pray to Perun.

Boom!

In the usual prayers, there will never be any accidents.

Today, as soon as the three of them finished their prayers, they heard a loud noise, which seemed to sound from the sky.

Roskimir's eyes widened sharply, feeling his body trembling rapidly with excitement.

He could not help shouting loudly:

"I feel it now!"

"Perun, the great patron saint, is watching me..."

"Look, my whole body is shaking with excitement!"

Roskimir stood up and exclaimed.

His wife and eldest son showed a worried expression.

The eldest son quietly took out his cell phone, planning to find relatives and friends to help him if his father became ill.

As for the hospital.

Um... Recently, the economic situation of Roskimir's family is not very good. If it can save the cost of ambulance, it is the best choice.

Xiao Yu was also a little confused at this time.

After he came to Mosca, he first cooperated with the official side, recorded the parts needed by the other party and the difficulties encountered, and then threw them to the wizard organization in the portable secret to solve it on the spot.

While strolling around, Xiao Yu noticed this interesting-looking Roskimir.

Xiao Yu was very sure that Roskimir was a very ordinary Slav.

However, the other party's self-hypnosis for more than ten years made Xiao Yu think this might be useful.

So Xiao Yu took the time to come over and prepared to give Roskimir a little electric shock technique to let Roskimir feel the power of Thor.

Unexpectedly, I just opened the scene and the witchcraft has not been released yet.

This Roskimir felt the existence of divine power first, and self-intoxication and self-hypnosis achieved the effect Xiao Yu wanted to achieve.

"Father, I think you need to rest for a while."

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"I have never been better than I am now."

Roskimir took a breath and waved his hand to let the eldest son sit down. Then he sat back in the main seat and looked at the half-eaten mashed potatoes. He stood up again and walked to his bedroom:

"I won't eat anymore. I think I need more time to understand the insights given by Perun's ancestors."

"Father's fantasy seems to be getting worse."

"Yes, he has gotten worse since the extraordinary appeared."

"But he still has good self-control, so the hospital is not willing to accept him. You know, recently the ward of the mental hospital is always hard to find."

"..."

Roskimir's eldest son, named Varokimir, who just graduated from university this year, is also very troubled with his father.

just.

His parents did not know.

This classmate Varokimir, in fact, deep down in his heart, also quite expected his father's fantasy to be true.

After all, in that way, as a member of the Kimir family, isn't that also a demigod with the blood of God?

Maybe after recognizing the ancestor and returning to the ancestor, he can also become a great transcendent?

Varokimir returned to his room, picked up his diary, and recorded his fantasy.

After finishing writing that his father became ill again today, Varokimir suddenly felt a burst of sleepiness, and soon fell on the table in a daze and fell asleep.

Darkness, after the deepest darkness.

The light suddenly appeared.

Varokimir opened his eyes with a sharp spirit.

Suddenly found that he had appeared on a bare high mountain.

And, a few meters away, his father, Roskimir, was also standing there, feeling at a loss.

"This is where?"

"Why is my father there?"

"Hehe, this must be... a dream, right?"

Varodimir rubbed his head and muttered to himself.

distance.

Xiao Yu played with the crystal ball.

Use dream thaumatism to play with the dreams of two mortals.

This is really easy for him now.

With a lot of material, Xiao Yu didn't have to worry about the dreams he created not being real enough.

Xiao Yu directly applied the scene of the Dragon Slaying battle that took place on a certain continent in the Lilliputian Country.

And played it in front of the two Kimirs.

For a time.

The two Kimirs stood trembling on the bare mountain and saw a large number of heavily armed ancient army formations suddenly appeared on the horizon.

Those army formations are all composed of soldiers wearing thick and heavy armor, each of them is powerful and exudes a daunting blood.

However, the army formed by them was so disciplined, and it was no less than the modern army.

There are also those terrifying knights, each of them at least three meters high, and even a man with a horse and a horse wrapped in black iron armor. From a distance, it is not the same as a black iron tank.

However, such a mighty and extraordinary knight actually listed more than a dozen squares, and the number is not ten thousand.

So that the two kimirs have a sense of unreality.

After all, as far as their common sense is concerned, in ancient times, no matter in the history of the East and the West, how could there be a force with such a powerful army?

It was France, the country of knights, and even the knight attendants could have seven thousand heavy riders.

Moreover, the so-called heavy cavalry is nothing short of the dark iron knight in front of you!

A little, as the army is fully deployed, including infantry, archers and other phalanxes, the total strength of no less than 200,000 people is spread out on the plains under the mountains.

Roskimir yelled as if waking up from a big dream, and shouted:

"This must be the war experienced by the great Perun ancestors!"

"It's a war between the supernatural!"

"Yes, it must be like this, otherwise, where can mortals in ancient times have such a military power, and where do they need such military power?"