Valhalla

The space was pitch black, like Wubian night, without a single ray of light. And in that darkness, Ortlinde saw a somewhat blurry figure.

He stood in the distance, wearing an eagle helmet and holding a gleaming spear. In the darkness, Ortlinde could not see the man's face, but the familiar figure and the deep respect and affection welling up from her heart spoke volumes about the identity of the person before her.

"Father God, is this you? Is this your instruction? Or your entrustment?"

Ortlinde asked, but the figure didn't answer, only shook its head. In the darkness, Ortlinde seemed to see its lips moving.

It's not the right time yet, but it will be soon.

The darkness receded like the tide, and Ortlinde opened her eyes to see the familiar ceiling. This was her room. Birds chirped outside the window, and a small jar of honey sat on the edge of the bedside table—a gift from a girl named Gerda when she went to help the needy.

Beside the bed was a clear bottle containing some unknown liquid; Odin's eye was submerged in it. There was also a black eye patch. She touched her empty right eye socket and put on the black eye patch.

"I'm back?"

Ortlinde stepped out of the house, where Gullfaxi was leisurely grazing in the fence. When he saw Ortlinde come out, Shenjun barked as if to greet her.

Ortlinde groomed its beautiful golden mane and asked:

"I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be your owner, but I failed to fulfill my responsibility to take care of you."

Gullfaxi nudged her shoulder, as if to say: It's alright. After cleaning herself thoroughly, Ortlinde got up and went to the next room, knocking on the door, but there was no response.

Gullfaxi called out in one direction, Ortlinde looked up and saw several somewhat familiar figures flying into the distance. They were Valkyrie, not the second-generation Valkyrie created by Skadi, but Odin's sisters.

The blue-purple figure at the head of the group was none other than Brynhildr.

In a valley that was usually quiet, things were unusually lively. Ophelia was not far away, pondering how these Primal Runes worked. Several Valkyrie and Skadi sat on a row of rocks, like a flock of birds on a power line.

Skadi, meanwhile, held her face in her hands, puffing out her cheeks and complaining.

"Sigh, Odin is really something, always hiding everything. Now look what's happened, the Valkyrie are back, and in the end they can't even create a fake divine declaration."

"After all, if these things were to get out, others would likely Human Order them and try to crack them. Moreover, the effectiveness of the pseudo-god's declaration, which guarantees success, likely comes from his Gungnir."

So is there any way to get Gungnir out of Surtr's stomach? That special Runes should be on the tip of Gungnir's spear.

Bai Mo asked Skadi, who was standing to the side, and Skadi sighed and shrugged.

"I can't help with this. Maybe I'll find a solution after the child wakes up. Ah, it's so hot..."

A surge of Magnetic Field Power caused rare ores to fall from the Gate of Babylon, transforming into golden spears under Bai Mo's atomic manipulation. Bai Mo handed a spear to the blonde Valkyrie beside him, letting her test its weight.

The Divine Iron Shields that Landao Tianwu had brought with him for negotiations, although mostly defective, could still be used after some cleaning. But all of those Valkyrie ' pseudo-divine declarations were gone.

Ortlinde had in her hand was the first version of the pseudo-divine declaration. She had originally intended to try to analyze it, but Odin had set up anti-theft measures.

While the Valkyrie ' pseudo-divine declaration is a degraded mass-produced version of Gungnir's creation, it is also a form of barrier setup. This barrier can negate erroneous souls and directly annihilate those Phantasmal Species who cannot resist it.

With a major battle imminent, and Surtr already fallen and poised to awaken at any moment, Bai Mo still wanted to make all the necessary preparations. If he could establish a barrier, at least those numerous Fafnir could be killed at will.

"It's a real pity. We have plenty of warriors, but no suitable weapons. If only Regin were here."

Sigurd, who was studying alongside his Master, couldn't help but shake his head regretfully, recalling the dwarf who had reforged Gram for him. Now, all he could do was let Skadi try to figure it out and then engrave the Rune Runes figured out onto the spear.

It's like doing scientific research, and the engraving method involves forging with a rune hammer. Skadi stated that this is the only method currently available; other Runes engraving methods require forging under suitable celestial or lunar phases.

This also resulted in the place where Bai Mo and Sigurd were located being a giant furnace.

"It's so hot! Why does this forging method require that the Runes be protected from temperature fluctuations? Bai Mo, help me! You must be able to keep the Runes in a high-temperature environment, right?"

"Compared to your temperature, I'd rather focus on adjusting the weapons. Every Valkyrie's physical functions are different; I'm measuring their limits, so please hang in there, Skadi."

"Oh my god, hurry up and figure it out, I'm melting! Thrud, I need ice water, you know which kind I like, quick!"

The Ice Goddess protested vehemently against this cruel temperature surge. The blonde Valkyrie beside her put down her gun and immediately prepared to go down the mountain to get her some pure, natural ice.

"I'm sorry, but please bear with the pre-battle preparations. Mr. Bai Mo, don't you need to change your clothes? You must be very hot wearing these clothes."

Although he was Heroic Spirit, Sigurd still had a normal body. He changed into a white vest, which showed off his well-built physique.

"This temperature isn't enough to affect me. Perhaps you should suggest Skadi get a makeover?"

"I won't change my clothes. How can a goddess change her clothes because of external factors? I won't give in to something like this! As long as ice water is brought to me, I can continue fighting against the high temperature!"

"How horrific! No wonder the dwarves forbid women from entering their forges."

Just as Sigurd was swinging his hammer with a sigh, Thrud's voice came from the doorway.

"Sister Brynhildr!"

Upon seeing the blue-purple figure, the Valkyrie quickly surrounded her, all looking delighted. Valkyrie walked straight to Brynhildr 'Sigurd side and tenderly wiped his sweat with a towel.

Bai Mo saw the smiles on the Valkyrie' faces vanish instantly, and many of them even pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Sigurd, seeing your hard work truly brings me joy."

"My love, thank you. Your thoughtfulness soothes my fever more than a cool breeze or a mountain spring."

To be honest, Bai Mo admired how these two could still be so affectionate and oblivious to the strange looks from the crowd. Thrud was just about to leave, gripped her spear tightly.

She wanted to throw the spear in her hand directly, but that would be a despicable sneak attack.

"My dear, thank you for your help, but I still have work to do, and I don't want my sweat to fall on you, so please wait a moment..."

However, Brynhildr looked rather strange; whether it was the temperature or something else, her face was flushed.

Bai Mo's right eyelid twitched violently, as if he sensed something bad was about to happen.

"No... I really like seeing you sweating like this for the war. Please forgive me, I just couldn't control myself..."

"No, this is a forging ground. We'll go back and..."

With a soft "plop, "Bai Mo watched as Brynhildr's spear pierced Sigurd, blood splattering everywhere like a fountain. Even Ophelia, who was some distance away, was drenched in blood.

"Don't splatter blood everywhere!"

Looking at the two lost in their own world, Ophelia squatting to the side with a "what's going on?" expression, the Valkyrie grinding their teeth in anger, and Skadi had somehow fallen asleep from the heat, Bai Mo helplessly slapped his head.

Well, at least it's harmonious here.

Ortlinde, standing behind the Valkyrie, smiled genuinely at the scene. Watching the commotion, she felt a little dazed, as if she herself would soon be calling upon her sisters to search for the warrior.

This is how it used to feel, the feeling of Valhalla...

The feeling of home.