Loki Comes to Deliver a Horse

The clash in the sky continues, the turbulent energy of the gods colliding relentlessly.

Skadi was somewhat nervous, unaware that deep within her consciousness, someone was sighing.

'What a... silly girl.' Deep within Skadi's mind, in the magical realm that floated within her consciousness, someone slowly opened their eyes.

This is a dark and profound realm that does not exist within the realm of Norse Mythology. It is only because the Skadi people have a very close and special connection with Skadi that such a connection has been formed.

At this moment, the woman shook her head and chuckled. She had the appearance of Skadi, but she did not wear a gorgeous long dress or a gorgeous headdress. Her graceful figure was covered by a purple bodysuit, and her long purple hair swayed down onto her firm back and curved hips. She sat under the dark purple sky, her arms crossed, which made her chest look full and perky. Her crossed legs swayed, and a deep cleavage was squeezed out from the base of her thighs.

Countless purple spears stood erect beneath the barren earth, surrounding her like a forest.

Her name is ' Scathach ', the queen of the ' Shadow Country ', a kingdom in Celtic Mythology, which lies between life and death.

A being born in this millennium, yet who has successfully transcended life and death and the world – a 'transcendent being'.

She was once known throughout the world as a powerful warrior, slaying gods with her mortal body. A thousand years ago, she encountered Underworld God of the underworld from another realm, and after exchanging blows and becoming close with him, she came to understand the boundaries of life and death from him.

She achieved transcendence.

They also glimpsed knowledge beyond the world.

—— [The Wisdom of the Magic Mirror].

Although not in Northern Europe, Scáthach was able to observe the entire course of events through her contact with Skadi, so Scathach was well aware of...

That other 'self' was outmaneuvered.

"With that guy's abilities, how could he not sense Thor's arrival, how could he not avoid it in advance?"

Of course, Rovi can do it.

The slap with Thor was indeed sudden, but it was by no means out of necessity; rather, it was a deliberate act of guiding the situation.

He wanted to gradually make Skadi lose hope in Asgard.

In the end, all I could do was stay by his side.

He was his 'knowledge advisor'.

"Rovi, the King of the Wild Hunt?" Scathach murmured, a smile spreading across her beautiful and spirited face. "Brave and resourceful, I truly look forward to meeting you..."

Swaying, Scathach stood up, pulled a long spear from the ground, and swung it into the depths of the Shadow Country.

My hands are itching to play, so I'll look for monsters from the Shadow Country...

Let's have some fun!

The Queen of the Shadow Country smiled broadly and freely.

The voice in her mind faded, but Skadi's expression remained tense.

The brilliance above gradually faded and the momentum subsided, revealing the traces of the sky's shattering. The area submerged by lightning revealed a vast emptiness, while the area swept by the Wild Hunt's spear displayed a landscape of stars in their original form.

The two men with clenched hands were still hanging above it.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

Blood was dripping slowly.

At the same time from both sides...

"A draw?" Thor lowered his eyes, looking at his arm that had once held the hammer, now just an empty space, the torn wound revealing a pale expanse where the dripping blood shimmered with a flowing, pale light.

God has lost an arm, and He is bleeding.

The dead were also harmed.

Rovi wiped the blood from his lips, feeling a slight pressure in his chest, yet also a sense of pleasure.

With his cloak billowing and mask chilling, Thor's injuries were external, but his were internal.

—A lose-lose situation.

It must be said that Thor's strength is indeed formidable. It should be noted that even without activating his Machine God mode, Rovi in his human form is already a being that surpasses the level of ordinary god-kings.

However, upon closer reflection, this is to be expected, after all, he is the strongest being in a pantheon, and he is Thor has undergone a transformation and enhancement after experiencing death and relying on the technology of the Harvest Star Vanguard.

"Do you want to continue?" Rovi asked loudly.

"Can you continue?" Thor's voice was still buzzing. "I can't anymore."

Being a combat fanatic doesn't mean being a complete madman.

Thor's hand has been vaporized. Although his body, modeled after ' Sefar,' is powerful, it will take time to recover and restore his entire arm.

Without hands, He could not fight with unbridled passion, and He believed that Rovi was no longer able to fight at full strength.

Continuing to play is pointless.

It's better to stop.

"In the name of Thor, I acknowledge your name, ' The Wild Hunt, '" He said. "And I, as the Thor of Asgard, also swear at this moment—"

"You are my greatest enemy, my mortal foe!"

"Next time we meet, I will definitely defeat you!"

Having left those words behind, Thor raised his only remaining arm and grasped the hammer that had fallen into the void between his palms.

Then, accompanied by a violent roar, the lightning appeared and disappeared, Thor also departed.

The world returned to peace.

Rovi let out a long breath, but didn't land. Instead, he closed his eyes, sensing something...

His body was still crackling with lightning; the influence of Thor's power had not yet dissipated.

Thunder symbolizes destruction.

What happens after the destruction of the monastery?

Just as the ground struck by lightning will later grow lush vegetation.

Thunder can also give birth to life.

Within Rovi's body, within this deceased husk, the 'mechanism' of life also emerged.

Although it is very subtle and tiny.

Yes——

"To live in the face of death, I have taken the first step!" Rovi's lips curled into a smile.

He lowered his body towards the ground...

"Is it a draw against Thor?" Above Asgardian Divine Realm, a god with a solemn expression turned his gaze away from the mortal realm.

The threat of the giants' domination, which Great God Odin foretold, was undoubtedly enormous in the eyes of the gods. The threat they perceived was never in the power of any individual giant, but in the vast number of giants under their control.

That's quantity, not quality.

The King of Giants's strength is beyond doubt. Before this, no one had ever thought that he could fight against the strongest Thor and both of them would be seriously injured.

Yes, before.

Now—the gods' perception has been reversed.

Even without the giants, the King of the Wild Hunt can still sweep across the sky and the earth like a storm.

"Caw! Caw! Caw!" In the Platinum Palace, the raven flapped its wings, causing its guards, the Valkyries, to scatter at the four corners of the Asgardian Divine Realm.

Protect the four corners of the sky.

The Wild Hunt, returned from the abyss, confronts the Thor of the heavens.

'He commands the storm, He leads death, His eyes are the color of lava, and in His hands lies the torrent that destroys the world.'

Thor was astonished, the gods fell silent, and even the King of the Gods was on high alert.

' The Nibelungenlied '

At this moment, even the gods were terrified.

Skadi's gaze, however, seemed exceptionally complex...

As Rovi landed on his feet, the storm dissipated, and a slightly pale expression was revealed when he removed his mask.

"Let's keep going!" he said casually.

The internal injuries, which could have healed instantly, were deliberately exposed.

This reveals the 'cruelty' of Asgard.

They should also show their 'goodness'.

Skadi frowned, suddenly unsure of what to say.

Do you care?

Skadi couldn't bring herself to say it; in her heart, she still considered Rovi an enemy.

But mockery... is even harder to express.

The Snow Mountain Goddess was somewhat moved, touched that someone was fighting for her against the mightiest of the Norse gods, second only to Great God Odin.

After a moment's thought, Skadi finally decided...

"Thank you!"

The goddess with long purple hair turned her head away, a faint blush appearing on her delicate and pretty face.

It seemed rather reluctant.

Ultimately, isn't it Rovi's's fault that she has fallen into her current predicament?

"You're welcome." Rovi yawned and waved his hand. The residual electric arcs on his armor had completely dissipated, and when he took off his mask, his face was still pale and deathly still, but he had recovered somewhat compared to before.

Having snatched a chance from the thunder, and returned from the brink of death, his condition had somewhat recovered. "Of course, it would be great if your attitude could be a little more accommodating."

"Thor —that's a really heavy-handed move!"

"I've already been quite rude," Skadi said, slightly annoyed. "If it weren't for you, why would Thor want to kill me?"

"Indeed." Rovi nodded seriously. "How about I send you back so you can explain things to them?"

"..."

"So, there's no going back in this world." Rovi shrugged. "As long as you stand behind me, I will always protect you."

"The rest may be lies, but at least this is the truth."

Rovi's never bothered to hide himself.

Skadi may have realized that many of the things he did were intentional, but he believed that both overt and covert schemes were involved.

What good would it do to know?

So what if I don't know?

Skadi had no choice but to accept it.

Skadi then fell silent.

Rovi didn't care; he could see the complex emotions in Skadi's heart, and that was exactly what he wanted...

A manipulative devil—thinking about it carefully, it seems someone once said that about him.

And now—

"In a certain sense, it's becoming more and more accurate!" Rovi breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at his feet. After the great battle just now, under the attack of the Norse God of Thunder and the King of the Wild Hunt, the land below, although not greatly affected, had changed to some extent.

The melting snow and ice revealed the rocky mountainside, where the lush vegetation lay withered and clung to the ground. Ahead, the deep, secluded valley surrounded by the mountains remained unchanged.

Rovi could sense that Fafnir was still there.

The evil dragon lurked there. As a notorious beast in Norse mythology, a monster that once struck fear into the hearts of countless heroes, it now only dared to hide in the deep valley, trembling with fear, not even daring to peek out.

It's not that they dare not, but rather that they cannot.

Thor was enough to make all things tremble, and his leading the endless Storm Giants up Jotunheim as the King of the Wild Hunt was an even greater reason for Fafnir to instinctively avoid the area.

Although he had experienced a battle with Thor.

But Rovi's's eyes remained unchanged.

Fafnir remains his target, but before that...

"After Thor, do you also want to fight me, Loki, the God of Trickery?" The previous chilling aura was replaced by a slightly hot, humid air that rose from the mountains, the remnants of air scorched by lightning. But the sound of Rovi's's voice that followed made Skadi pause in surprise.

She turned her head sharply to the side, and among the jagged rocks exposed on the mountainside, something vaguely moved.

"Oh my, no wonder he can fight that guy to this extent." A light and playful voice rang out, and a figure appeared from it.

It was a rather tall and thin man, wearing a felt hat, with a loose-fitting coat, and clown makeup on his face, making it impossible to tell whether he was male or female, or perhaps he was not male or female at all.

Because He is Loki, the God of Mischief.

Loki spun around on the spot, then placed his hands on his chest and bowed in a gesture of respect. "Great King of the Wild Hunt, I have no intention of being your enemy!"

As he said this, Loki's cunning eyes swept over Rovi's still tightly gripped Stormbringer spear.

He remembered the brilliant power that had just collided with Thor.

He raised the corners of his mouth, his passion growing even stronger.

"I've come to give you a gift."

Gift?

Rovi raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so?" He pondered, "Then we'll have to see if this gift is enough to buy your life!"

The cold light shone, revealing a glimmer at the tip of the raised spear.

Loki was stunned for a moment, then his face, covered in makeup, twitched involuntarily.

Rovi's's threat was so obvious that Loki froze— the God of Trickery was highly changeable, and he also liked agility and divine change.

But there is only one thing that He hates the most.

That is being straightforward, reckless, and rigid.

Therefore Thor is Loki's nemesis.

And at this moment—with a single sentence, Rovi has blocked all his escape routes, which is similar to this situation.

He did indeed come to deliver a gift.

"You seek Fafnir in search of the finest steed, but Fafnir is ultimately a dragon. Even if you can control its transformations, it still does not live up to the name ' Wild Hunt '."

"I have come to offer you something that matches your status!"

Loki has come to deliver the horse.

Rovi was somewhat surprised.

Legend has it that Great God Odin's mount was Sleipnir, an eight-legged Sleipnir given to him by Loki. It was born from Loki after he transformed into a mare and was born to the divine horse Svadilfari. It is Loki's offspring and a divine beast of Divine Being level.

Loki gifted it to Odin, adding to the already dazzling glory of the King of the Gods.

Now, Loki will bestow the same upon Rovi.

Hee hee hee!

The neighing of horses rang out, bringing gusts of wind. Behind Rovi, Skadi kept retreating, her eyes obscured by the dark storm, unable to see the road ahead.

But Rovi saw it clearly.

At the center of the storm was a black divine horse, tall and mysterious, with eighteen pairs of wings of varying sizes. Like Odin's mount, it also had eight legs, and its entire body shimmered with the swirling storm and displayed a divine radiance.

"These are the Sleipnir brothers, no less magnificent than Great God Odin's mount, the Divine Steed!" Loki introduced, "The Great King of the Wild Hunt, I present them to you."

"For what?" Rovi asked, his expression unchanged.

"To bring real change to this dull and tasteless world!" Loki laughed heartily. "Because I am the God of Trickery, therefore—I hate things that are eternal and unchanging."

Concepts are endowed with divinity, and divinity influences the formation of personality.

As the embodiment of the concept of 'sophistry,' Loki's personality is inherently like that.

As Great God Odin's sworn brother, He was not afraid of Thor's punishment.

Therefore, they act recklessly.

That's why he dared to give gifts to Rovi.

Rovi understood. "I am satisfied with this gift."

He leaped up.

The back of the eight-legged, twelve-feathered celestial horse slumped slightly, its intricate hooves rising and falling in a jerky motion.

After a brief struggle, it was tamed.

The King of Storms has mounted his Storm Steed!

"Go, go, great King of the Wild Hunt!" Loki's figure gradually disappeared and he left, but his laughter became even more unrestrained. "Let this dull and tasteless world change because of you!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Amidst the raging storm and swirling currents, Rovi raised his long spear.

The power of the ' Wild Hunt ' is now firmly in our grasp!

He raised the long spear in his hand—

They swept away the depths of that valley!