After mocking himself, Loki smiled and shook his head.
At the same time, he lightly spun his twin daggers in his palm a few times.
Originally, back in the past,
Loki had truly loved weapons like daggers.
After all, short weapons like daggers were perfectly suited to Loki's former, rather underhanded fighting style.
Compared to fighting head-on, the old Loki preferred... backstabbing.
And for backstabbing...
Loki could hardly pull out a five-foot-ten greatsword from his pocket to stab someone in the back, could he?
But now...
Now that Loki no longer had opportunities for backstabs and instead needed to fight head-on with blazing blood,
he was starting to dislike the daggers in his hands.
Looking at how small the twin daggers were, then considering Sköll's clones that were everywhere,
Loki let out a long sigh.
The plan to forge a weapon on the spot was clearly unreliable. It seemed he could only make do with the daggers in his hands for now!
Having made up his mind, Loki gripped his daggers in reverse and vanished into thin air.
The next instant, within a radius of five hundred meters around where he had disappeared, more than six hundred Lokis appeared at once!
Every Loki carried a faint aura of frost as they pounced toward every Sköll within six hundred meters!
After spinning, the daggers in their hands repeatedly stabbed toward each Sköll's eyes!
Even Sköll's clones were not so easy to deal with. One after another, they evaded Loki's attacks before becoming entangled with his clones.
The faster Lokis brought down their Sköll clones in roughly half a minute.
But the slower ones, such as the Loki clone closest to Baldr,
only managed to kill their Sköll clone with great difficulty after three minutes had passed.
Some of the less fortunate