Calling a Name

In the workshop that Ziyuan had set up, there were already two figures. As Bai Mo arrived, Ziyuan slowly turned on the lights. In front of them was a huge sand table, with the figures of the Norse Aesir gods, Loki's sons such as Jormungandr, and giants displayed on it.

"You've finally arrived? I was planning to make you come back later when I heard the Valkyrie were having a party."

"I'm not interested in the other girls catching up, so what's wrong? Why did you suddenly call me out?"

Bai Mo looked at the sand table and a bunch of Magecraft props that Sion had placed on top of him. Although he hadn't known Sion for long, Bai Mo knew very well that she wasn't the kind of person who would come to him for a heart-to-heart talk when she had nothing better to do at night.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something that might help you."

As she spoke, Sion handed Bai Mo something that looked like a USB drive. The moment they touched it, a burst of magic emanated from the interface, and a detailed Magecraft entered his brain.

"[Partitioning Thought] is one of the basic Thought Magecraft of the Atlas Institute. Alchemists of the Atlas Institute can divide their brains into several areas, allowing multiple versions of themselves to operate simultaneously."

Having seen your fighting style before, it seems you use a method similar to creating avatars to assist in combat. I think the underlying principle might be related to the [Partitioning Thought] technique.

Give it a try and see if it helps.

As Sion explained, Bai Mo began to operate, his brain starting to separate and rapidly split his thoughts. Immediately, Bai Mo prepared to activate the Hell God of War, Magnetic Field Power surged, and the Great Saber and Oga appeared behind him.

Besides that, there were a few blurry figures, but that was all.

"This is Magecraft used for scientific thinking, which is somewhat helpful, but the Hell God of War needs to separate not only his own thoughts, but also his feelings. And in battle, such thinking is a bit too rigid."

However, it was still quite helpful. Thank you. Perhaps if I think about it, it will be effective.

The Hell God of War doesn't just simulate a fighting force with power; it also infuses a unique feeling into it. Apart from the Blue Dream Oga used by Blue Dream, the Hell God of War can basically create an effect where one plus one is greater than two.

Partitioning Thought involves dividing a brain into regions and operating in two parallel lines. Hell God of War, on the other hand, requires splitting a part of the mind and simultaneously completing it, essentially creating two brains to drive the process.

However, it must be said that this was quite helpful during the God of War God's split phase.

"I see. Well, that's fine. I can accept this outcome. Surtr's awakening probably won't last much longer. I've been monitoring him closely. And, as we guessed before, Gungnir is inside Surtr's body."

Sion slid her finger, and a light screen appeared, clearly showing that inside Surtr's body was a highly energetic object, which, in appearance, was shaped like a gun.

"It failed to absorb it? No, judging from the look of it, it's probably currently engaged in a battle within its Primordial Spirit."

"It should be. But it seems that this Gungnir wasn't refined by Surtr. If what Odin left behind is truly useful, then hopefully it can poke a hole in his heart at a crucial moment."

Although Surtr is still struggling with his inner conflict, his destructive power is by no means weak. Skadi also expressed her hope to make arrangements first and then fight Surtr in the final battle. Although she didn't know how much time she had, she would do her best every second she could.

Bai Mo agreed with the suggestion, but his motivation differed from Skadi's; he was worried about other variables.

Still no news at all?

Both Sion and Ophelia shook their heads. The former sighed and said:

"I found the passage to Helheim, but the familiar couldn't get any deeper. If Surtr were still in the sky, he could have investigated it first, but there's nothing I can do now."

In the shadows of Northern Europe, a figure wielding the Sword of Victory lurks, ready to strike. Therefore, Bai Mo did not choose to take the initiative. In the final battle, the enemy he would face was likely not just Surtr.

"There's nothing we can do about it. Let's focus on the deployment of forces on the external battlefield."

"Yes, that's what I think too. And look, it seems like something terrible has happened in Northern Europe," Sion said, swiping across the screen, which displayed images of many ruins in Northern Europe.

Under the illumination of the Magecraft, Rune Runes appeared there.

"Look, the Rune Runes have actually appeared directly in the outside world, and their form of existence is quite peculiar. In any case, these wild Runes can still be of help."

Bai Mo raised an eyebrow, not expecting Runes to reappear in this form after his trial at the Well of Wisdom. Discussions continued, and finally, a specific battle plan was finalized.

In the valley where the forging had been done, the crisp clanging echoed in the dead of night. Sigurd was alone there, wielding his rune hammer, striking the magic sword Gram again and again. Skadi, watching him from a short distance away, felt a mixture of helplessness and deep emotion.

"Really, is it going to happen again? Ragnarok. Sigurd, what are you forging? You should know that your craftsmanship only tarnishes the work of that dwarf craftsman."

"Great God Skadi, I am forging a sword, but not a sword for me to fight on the battlefield."

The sound of knocking echoed across the fields. Bai Mo had finished his task and returned to his house, intending to ponder it carefully. Perhaps he could begin to conceive of the Third War God.

He landed on the ground, where Valkyrie were scattered haphazardly outside his and Ortlinde's rooms. Bai Mo picked up the spilled mead with some confusion, sniffed it, and then quickly dispersed the pungent smell.

Somewhat reluctantly, he moved these guys into Ortlinde's room, replaced the wooden floor with tatami mats, and then placed the unconscious Ortlinde on the bed.

"Get some rest. These moments won't come around often again."

The peaceful years were precious and fleeting. Before long, a deafening roar echoed throughout Northern Europe and within Skadi's barrier.

"Oh my god... Ophelia!!!"