Divine Shadow

On Hrungnir's right hand, Magnetic Field Power surged continuously, and the power of Cellular Regeneration flowed towards the wound on his right hand like a spider spinning silk, but the wound of the Hell Samsara Sword was healing very slowly.

Seeing this, he gritted his teeth and slammed his scarred hands heavily against the stone walls on both sides. The Magnetic Field Rotation, and from the soil and rocks, an energy that Bai Mo had never seen before surged into Hrungnir's hands.

His injuries have healed.

"In Northern Europe mythology, frost giants are manifestations of the forces of nature, but we've never heard of any giants directly drawing upon the power of nature to repair themselves. It seems that the Magnetic Field Power has altered the very nature of these giants."

Bai Mo murmured, "On this planet, there exists not only the Alaya Consciousness, which serves as Counter Force for humanity, but also a planetary Counter Force called Gaia. Crimson Moon had previously made a deal with both of them."

It seems that the power that Hrungnir sought may have come from Gaia. And as this power surged in, Bai Mo sensed that there seemed to be an injury hidden in Hrungnir's body.

"How absurd! As a creation of nature, you've now begun to exploit its power. Could it be that you survived the Ragnarok battle using this very method?"

Bai Mo said coldly, but this time, Hrungnir, facing Bai Mo's questioning, burst into laughter.

"What's the use of saying all this now? Human, can't you see the fire giant in the sky?" Hrungnir looked up at the entity in the sky known as the sun.

"Ah, Surtr, you must be furious that your contradictory powers have allowed this world, which should have been destroyed, to continue for so long. How could such immense power, such profound anger, merely bring twilight to this Daichi?"

Hrungnir stood tall on the Daichi, his expression turning somewhat desolate. At the same time, Crimson Moon's somewhat puzzled voice echoed in Bai Mo's mind.

"If what he said is true, then this Terminal Device is quite diligent. It should only destroy the device of the Northern Europe Age of Gods, but it actually wants to destroy the entire world. The Alaya Consciousness and Gaia don't care about this broken thing."

Oh, I forgot, I guess those two are beyond help now, how pitiful.

Bai Mo's gaze also fell on Surtr in the air. Judging from the power he sensed so far, if Surtr were to fall, it would certainly not be as simple as just destroying a small part of Northern Europe.

Hrungnir laughed heartily, hefting the flint club in his hand.

"So, is it still necessary to think about these so-called responsibilities? To care about that bullshit sense of belonging? Only when everything is ultimately destroyed will I truly feel the joy of living for myself."

I have two great regrets in my life. One is that I never got to fight Thor head-on. Human, since you stand before me representing Valhalla, I will kill you at all costs!

The war resumed, Bai Mo abandoned the tactic of using the Blade of Hell to suppress Cellular Regeneration, instead launching a swift offensive with the Heavenly Martial Killing Way in an attempt to kill him in a short time.

The God-Severing Way was like a raging storm, sweeping away the clouds. One side relied on the Daichi, and the other relied on the Asura Way. In an instant, the heavens and earth collapsed and split apart.

The stone forest turned to dust, and the giant, before this terrifying power, roared as it was pulverized.

More and more wounds appeared on Hrungnir's body, and as his blood continued to flow, the entire stone forest remained as frosty as the Antarctica ice sheet.

Since he couldn't win with the power of frost, Hrungnir began to gradually erode his strength. As the battle continued, Bai Mo's movements slowed down, while Hrungnir thrived, growing stronger with each battle.

The battle between the two sides had reached a fever pitch, and the deafening heartbeat of the rocky heart of Hrungnir echoed across the battlefield, thumping as if beating the drums for this great war of the gods.

The frost had almost frozen the entire mountain stream. The frost on Bai Mo's body was mixed with blood, and it was getting thicker and thicker, leaving his face completely bloodless. Meanwhile, the blood flowing from Hrungnir's wound was also decreasing.

In such an intense battle, there's no time to recover, let alone for Cellular Regeneration.

"Go to hell!"

With a Hrungnir, the entire frost world surged toward his flint club like a tornado, the demigod weapon bursting forth with a jewel-like blue light.

Seeing this, Bai Mo exhaled his last breath, and the Magnetic Field Power continued to entangle his hands.

820,000 horses -- God-Severing Thunderbolt!

Just as the two sides were about to clash in their final battle, a sudden change occurred!

With a neigh, the golden steed Gullfaxi beneath Hrungnir neighed, and then, like a ray of sunlight tearing through the dark clouds, it arrived behind Hrungnir Bai Mo the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Hrungnir had the upper hand!

The myth mentions little about the divine steed Gullfaxi. Many people only know that Thor gave it to his son, but some versions of the story have another tale about the steed.

Odin expressed his displeasure after Thor gave Gullfaxi to his son Magni.

Odin's reasoning at the time was: it was wrong for Thor to give such a fine horse to the son of a giantess instead of to Thor's own father.

Bai Mo had initially thought Odin was being petty, but now he understood that this divine steed truly possessed something special. It was extremely weak, with blood even seeping from its mane.

But there is no doubt that this magnificent steed with 750,000 taels of silver can unleash unimaginable speed in an instant, a speed that is enough for the Riding to turn the tide of battle at a crucial moment.

This was indeed very tempting for Odin, who was prophesied to die at the hands of Fenrir.

"Hahaha, Odin didn't tell the gods, did he? Gullfaxi is my horse. Unless I personally relinquish it, it won't unleash its true power even when ridden by someone else."

Although it wasn't as fast as Odin's eight-legged steed, when he saw this divine horse that might save his life, he couldn't help but drool greedily. That cunning fellow always kept these secrets that were advantageous to him to himself.

Kid, go curse Odin! He's the one who killed you!

Hrungnir picked up the crystal-like flint club and unleashed the full power of 930,000 horsepower. Bai Mo reacted extremely quickly, but seemed to be a beat too slow.

At this moment, Ortlinde disregarded everything else and rushed forward, ready to fulfill her promise as a shield. However, at that moment, the heavily injured Hrungnir's arm twitched.

The deafening roar of the rock seemed to pause for a moment.

With a loud bang, Bai Mo turned around and punched Hrungnir hard in the chest.