A Thousand Zhang Below

In the sky, countless flames fell like raindrops. These fire raindrops were only about the size of a basketball, but even the smallest ones were enough to set off a raging inferno the size of a football field after they hit the ground.

If it weren't for the fact that Fenrir's frost formed a protective barrier over the Daichi at night, the entire Scandinavian Lostbelt have been reduced to ashes long ago by this rain of fire.

As for why those plants were able to survive, these were not ordinary trees, but ironwood from the Iron Forest, the breeding ground for monsters in Northern Europe mythology.

Flying over the continuous mountain range and crossing an exaggeratedly steep, almost ninety-degree downhill slope, Bai Mo and Ortlinde arrived at a stone forest. The sharp stone peaks looked like claws reaching towards the sky, and from a distance, they resembled the mouth of a giant beast, ready to swallow anyone who came in one gulp.

Within that stone forest, countless giants are gradually making their way towards the outside world.

"To think that such a number could still be achieved under such dire circumstances..."

Bai Mo looked down at the giant army below. Although these giants were not particularly strong to him, their sheer size was simply too enormous.

Should we infiltrate in?

Bai Mo shook his head, then took out a large number of magical Noble Phantasm from the Gate of Babylon to conceal his figure and disrupt his senses, and hung them on Ortlinde, along with a number of protective gear that he had reinforced with his Magnetic Field Power.

Before long, Ortlinde looked like a Christmas tree, with most of her face covered by a black hat.

"When the fight breaks out, prioritize your own safety. Only act when you are needed."

Surrounded by a large crowd, Ortlinde nodded and asked:

"Um, we're not going to...?"

Before he finished speaking, Bai Mo swooped down like a golden eagle hunting its prey. In the air, only a blur could be seen as the giants' heads, which had just been raised, fell like ripe fruit.

"Enemy?!"

Clearly, these guys had been terrorizing this Daichi for a long time and hadn't been attacked in a long time. Bai Mo wielded his palm like a knife, his fiery weapon sweeping across the land with unstoppable force.

Eight hundred thousand bolts of power— the Peerless Demon Blade!

Sharp blade energy and raging flames, carrying a murderous aura like that of clashing swords and galloping Tiema, hurtled straight towards the distance. The giants along the way didn't even have time to activate their protective powers before being reduced to ashes by this incomparably powerful killing move.

Bai Mo plans to directly set up the battlefield at the location where the giants have gathered, where the aftershocks of the battle will wipe them out.

We don't yet know the extent of our opponent's strength, but we can be certain that they are not weak.

At that time, even just summoning one arm could unleash a force of 900,000 horsepower, so the power of the main body was naturally even greater.

A deafening roar resounded, and from the depths of the valley, an invisible force exploded, crashing straight into the demonic blade swung by Bai Mo. The entire valley erupted like a volcano, engulfed in Wubian flames.

The valley, which had just been chilling, was now like a hellish inferno.

"I have never seen you before. Which god's son are you? You don't seem like a human either? Heh, could it be that after those Valkyrie fled, you still intend to lure human warriors to Valhalla?"

Unfortunately, that place is now in ruins, hahaha.

Hearing this from the shadows, Ortlinde's eyes flickered slightly, but her combat skills quickly made her abandon all distractions, and she gripped the fake God's Declaration tightly in her hand from the shadows.

Inside the stone forest, a suffocating sense of oppression emanated, and with a boisterous laugh, a giant nearly a hundred meters tall emerged.

He was entirely black, his skin resembling obsidian, gleaming in the firelight. He wielded a massive, exaggeratedly round flint club, the flint protruding from its surface like countless sharp teeth. This semi-divine artifact had nothing particularly unusual about it, but its power was absolutely immense.

At the same time, beneath the giant was a golden-maned steed, its body as if poured with gold, outlining beautiful muscle lines, its golden mane shimmering like ocean waves as the wind blew through it.

Bai Mo's gaze lingered on the horse for a few moments. This was Hrungnir's mount, and in Northern Europe mythology, it was slightly inferior to Odin's eight-legged steed, Gullfaxi.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man and a saddle makes the horse. Hrungnir's physique was already far superior to Bai Mo's. He held a semi-divine artifact and rode a divine horse, which already overwhelmed Bai Mo in terms of aura.

Noticing Bai Mo's gaze and seeing Bai Mo unarmed, Hrungnir burst into laughter:

"What, has the Æsir run out of weapons? Are you sending this alone, empty-handed? Human, have you been tricked into coming here to die?"

While these magical artifacts and divine horses may not necessarily determine the outcome of a battle between powerful individuals, they certainly provide an boost to strength. At the same time, they also represent a fundamental clash of auras.

Looking into Bai Mo's eyes, Hrungnir thought to himself that this human was probably still envious of his mount. Back then, he had also admired Odin's eight-legged steed. Now that Odin was dead, his own Gullfaxi was the most outstanding divine steed in all of Northern Europe mythology.

But Bai Mo's next words made him stop laughing.

Bai Mo stroked his chin and said with great interest:

"Gullfaxi, I remember, wasn't he taken as a trophy by Thor and then given to his son Magni? How did he end up back in your hands?"

Upon hearing the name Thor, Hrungnir's lips instantly curled downwards.

"Hmph, Thor has been dead for who knows how long, so Gullfaxi has naturally been taken back by me."

"Oh, so you're admitting it? You didn't dare challenge Thor to a duel back then, so you created a Stand to fight instead, right?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Upon hearing Bai Mo's words, the most valiant giant let out an angry roar, which was indeed true. At that time, the giant race was also worried that Hrungnir would be no match for Thor, causing a bad impact, so they only created a substitute.

From a strategic perspective, this deal was incredibly profitable. Not only did it injure Thor, who never fully recovered until Ragnarok, but it also preserved Hrungnir as a fighting force, ultimately enabling a successful surprise attack during Ragnarok.

But for Hrungnir, this was a tremendous disgrace in his life.

And now, this old wound, which had finally begun to scab over, has been brutally torn open again by Bai Mo.

"Damn humans! I was going to spare your life if you dared to come alone and submit, but since you've chosen death, I'll give you a gruesome one!"

Gullfaxi let out a roar, and the golden steed unleashed a terrifying power of 750,000 horsepower. His Riding, Hrungnir, let out a battle cry, and light surged across his rocky body, with Magnetic Field Power continuously appearing on his body.