Valkyrie

A cold wind howled in a canyon in the North. Atalanta pierced the heads of several giants. Looking back, she saw that the main giant had already been turned into nourishment by Bai Mo's Magnetic Field Heavenly Blade.

"These giants have actually gotten this far. If they're just an advance force, their numbers are far too disorganized. But if they're invaders, their numbers are also too small."

Unfortunately, these guys' heads show absolutely no signs of thought or memory. I wonder what's going on in Northern Europe."

Bai Mo clapped his hands and stepped out onto the crimson earth. These giants didn't seem to be invading or plotting anything; rather, they seemed to be searching for something.

According to the development of Northern Europe mythology, in the final battle, the giants, along with Loki and his offspring, will fight against the Northern Europe gods, and finally Surtr will raise the Sword of Flame and destroy everything.

Theoretically speaking, these giants are incapable of rational thought and are even quite fearless in the face of death, so it's indeed a bit strange for them to be here.

There's no use thinking about it anymore. Bai Mo has completely adapted now. This time, her body experienced a powerful surge of energy, and her blood flow was greatly improved.

Power flow directly affects a strong person's output ability; Ultimate strong people are basically terrifying power flow monsters. Of course, the one that provides the greatest boost is the Orca Tyrant Fist.

A stronger, more ferocious Orca Tyrant Fist!

"Now I understand why so few of the powerful figures you described, Bai Mo, died of old age. With such power, sooner or later they would lose interest in everything else and eventually die indulging in the pursuit of their ultimate desires."

Atalanta looked at the fallen giant. A threat that would normally require careful handling was now killed as easily as crushing an ant. Not to mention hunting; all of humanity's productive activities no longer required such concern.

But people need something to release that energy, and eventually...

"Most of them are like that, at least they shouldn't appear again in the future. The only good news is that the strong here don't inherit this power when they have children."

Bai Mo was not prepared to let the Magnetic Field Power appear as before. Shi Tianwu had clearly told him that this path was a dead end, and he either had to disappear or seek change.

He looked at the boar's head on Atalanta's shoulder. Perhaps this power, which could be stripped away at any time, was more stable. At least this way, the Magnetic Field Power wouldn't appear on someone Zhutian, who was a psychopath with an anti-human nature.

Atalanta noticed his gaze and glanced down at the boar's head on her shoulder, her expression complex.

"Let's call it a day for now. Tomorrow, let's try it out again like before."

Bai Mo buried a Me he obtained from Uruk here and sealed it with immense power. When pioneers come and settle here in the future, this place will become a famous place for nurturing sculptors.

The craftsman's Me previously given to Chiyome, which she used to help Mochizuki complete his transformation, continues to serve its purpose with her return.

Inside the cave, Atalanta lit a fire, her fingers casually brushing against the necklace around her neck, a gift made of flowing water that she loved more and more each time she looked at it.

Bai Mo closed his eyes, and as Atalanta watched Bai Mo leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, the tail behind Atalanta began to stir.

Are you asleep?

Atalanta approached rather boldly, but Bai Mo pushed her head away with a finger and replied:

"No, I'm just meditating and keeping watch. You should get some rest."

Atalanta pouted, somewhat disgruntled. A man and a woman were out hunting in the desolate wilderness, the air so cold they needed a hug. And they were still trying to sleep?

Is it really because I lack charm?

Atalanta lowered her head and saw her own plain, filled with the breath of nature.

Atalanta felt inexplicably dejected and lay down beside Bai Mo with a hint of resentment. She removed the wild boar skin; although it could grant her power, the feeling of being surrounded by curses was unpleasant.

A flash of light appeared, and a warm blanket fell on Atalanta. Bai Mo withdrew her fingers and said goodnight.

"Okay, goodnight."

Atalanta stopped thinking about those pointless things and then wrapped herself tightly in the blanket. It was precisely because she could feel the cold that the warmth felt especially blissful.

Sensing his surroundings, Bai Mo clearly felt that his perception range seemed to have expanded. The enhancement he gained from absorbing the Fantasy Tree might actually be his biggest benefit; compared to that, the increase in horsepower brought by Bai Wubian might not even be as significant.

So, how far can the limits of perception reach?

With full power, countless images flooded into Bai Mo's mind, from ants carrying food to clouds drifting in the sky. Bai Mo's perception expanded and deepened continuously. Gradually, all things in the world ceased to appear in appearance; the movement of every molecule and atom was transmitted to his brain.

In the ocean, a long-haired man observing the fish seemed to sense something and looked in Bai Mo's direction.

"Good lad, ha, those experts who looked down on you because of your skill level will probably die a horrible death."

A vast amount of information flooded into Bai Mo's brain, allowing him to experience the most essential aspects of everything. After an unknown period of time, Bai Mo reluctantly withdrew his senses.

"The first load was quite heavy..."

Even now, receiving such a massive amount of highly precise sensory information made him dizzy. The wind blew through the trees, and Bai Mo fell asleep in nature's most pleasant lullaby.

A rustling sound of clothes rustling reached Bai Mo's ears. He opened his eyes. He didn't sense any killing intent, but at that moment, there was a figure on him.

Like a dancer pleasing a king, though her figure was somewhat immature, her warm lips slowly approached her Bai Mo collarbone, and she straightened her serpentine waist.

The next instant, Bai Mo pressed down on her head with one hand, while simultaneously grabbing the arrow that Atalanta was pointing directly at her temple with his other hand.

The arrow of death was right beside her, but the woman before her seemed completely oblivious. Her face was blank, but her eyes were red and sunken, as if she were enduring immense pain, and her tears had already dried up.

"Great one, please embrace me, please enjoy me, this is my duty, I was born for this..." Before she could finish speaking, Bai Mo pressed down hard on her head, and the black-haired girl fainted.

"Not an enemy?"

Atalanta asked, Bai Mo shook his head. His expression was somewhat unpleasant; what the girl had just said was not what she truly meant, but rather that someone had subtly influenced her thinking.

Bai Mo was very familiar with this kind of behavior, and also extremely disgusted by it.

With a flick of her left hand, a spider-like device emerged from the girl's head as if floating on water. The device appeared to be damaged, constantly releasing a short-circuit current.

"The Dream Creator, has this thing just been stuck in her head all along?"

Seeing the unconscious girl, Bai Mo clenched his fist and destroyed the thing. Since it was already damaged, there was no record of it. Moreover, the self-destruct mechanism that had been installed was activated the moment the Dream Creator was taken out.

This kind of thing naturally has anti-theft measures, and once triggered, it will blow up the installer's brain along with it.

It was only because Bai Mo's Complete Realm was high enough that she could be extracted intact. Under normal circumstances, if one's Complete Realm is insufficient, even if they are of the same level as Bai Mo, the Dream Creator will self-destruct, turning her into a girl with exploding brain matter.

After it was removed, the girl visibly trembled and fainted from exhaustion. The tattered white hood of her clothes fell down, revealing a pair of small, curved wings on her head.