"So it was you..."
Si Xiaonan stared blankly at Miles's profile, a bitter smile appearing at the corners of her lips.
This sudden turn of events made Phil furrow his brow. Staring at that unfamiliar face, he seemed to realize something. "You're Miles, the proxy of the God of Prophecy and the God of Magic whom Thor brought back?"
Lin Qiye spoke calmly. "I am."
"This has nothing to do with you." Phil stood amid the light, his voice icy. "If you don't want to die, stay out of this... If you die, Thor will come looking for trouble with me."
Lin Qiye shook his head and pointed at the blood-soaked Si Xiaonan.
"I'm taking her."
Phil glanced at Si Xiaonan, narrowing his eyes. "What if I refuse?"
Lin Qiye said nothing. He merely tightened his grip on Zhanbai's hilt, its frigid blade gleam reflected in the pool of blood.
At the same time, the giant bear Lin Qiye had cut in half swiftly shrank back into the man from before. His bisected body pieced itself together, and the bloody gash running down his middle gradually vanished.
To avoid exposing his identity, Lin Qiye had not used Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi. After all, for a proxy of the God of Magic to wield Takama-ga-hara's foremost divine artifact would have been far too suspicious.
"Phil, are we still fighting?" Rist asked in a low voice.
Phil stared fixedly at Lin Qiye and Si Xiaonan behind him. After hesitating for a moment, unwilling killing intent still flickered in his eyes.
"Fight! Asgard will fall into Loki's hands sooner or later anyway. Kill him now, then hide for a while. Thor won't be able to do anything to us."
As soon as he spoke, Phil drew a gray stone tablet from his robes and drove it