Spirit Horse-Windfer

The Hall of Gods did not actually cover much ground.

Only a few hundred square kilometers, that was all.

But because of its structure and materials, its weight was anything but light.

At the very least, it was not much lighter than a single large continent.

And it had been reinforced with a whole series of spell runes.

The Hall of Gods' immovability was far beyond what mortals could imagine.

Not even a planetary explosion could shift it in the slightest.

Even quite a few members of the Scoti Pantheon could do nothing to it.

But was the God of Lies—Valkyrie—an ordinary mortal or an ordinary member of the Scoti Pantheon?

Obviously not.

As a member of the Scoti Pantheon,

although he was the sort of inferior goods passed off as the real thing,

even a rotten ship still had three pounds of nails.

So over the years, he had acquired no small number of strange abilities...

Along with a grasp of some of the Hall of Gods' detailed structural principles...

With all those factors combined,

his plan to move the Hall of Gods became possible.

The enemy was within, plain and simple.

An inside traitor who came with his own provisions and harmed others without benefiting himself...

Several days later,

the contest between Thunder God—Thorav—and God of War—Halva was still ongoing.

For the Scoti Pantheon, a Longevity Race, fighting continuously for days and nights was nothing at all.

Moreover, since both sides had held back and had not gone for the kill,

both of them looked thoroughly at ease.

There was not the slightest hint of strain on either of their faces.

It was as though they were merely playing around.

Or rather, to them, this level of fist-against-fist combat was nothing more than play and a warm-up!