Forging a Sword

After a while, the forging was completed, and the intact Mjölnir fell into Ortlinde's hands.

"That's great! We can just place this in the center of Lady Skadi's temple. It seems like everything is gradually moving in a positive direction. I didn't expect you to have such a method, Bai Mo. You're really amazing."

Bai Mo simply shrugged at this. He took out some materials, mostly from Northern Europe, and asked Hephaestus:

Do you also have the ability to forge special weapons?

Hephaestus gave his approval, Da Vinci, looking at the pile of things Bai Mo had brought out, couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement:

"Mr. Bai Mo, are you trying to play with poison and curses? This is truly extraordinary. Anything created from this pile of materials would likely be the most terrifying poison in human history."

Nidhogg's fangs, the refined waters of Hvergelmir Spring, the poison and fangs of Jormungandr —any one of these would be enough to strike fear into the hearts of ordinary gods. As this pile of items was taken out, a dense aura of death permeated the space.

But Da Vinci was right; the poisons in this world are not simply biological toxins, but rather tend to be a conceptual existence. The poison of Jormungandr, in particular, has the direct power to kill gods.

"With these, we can indeed create an extraordinary weapon. I'll add Runes to it to at least ensure the user won't be harmed by this poison."

Ortlinde suggested, Bai Mo nodded in agreement:

"This is indeed quite important, such as ensuring that the toxin won't harm a specific person even after entering the bloodstream. However, let's add it after it's fully cast."

"How should we choose? Should we consider doing what Nidhogg did and injecting deadly poison into the Sword of Victory?"

This is indeed a very tempting proposal. The Sword of Victory is extremely fast and quite intelligent; if used well, it could even become another powerful ally.

But Bai Mo still shook his head. The characteristics of the Sword of Victory were too abstract. Once there was any sign of defeat, it would lose its effectiveness. This thing was okay for some weak guys, but it could never be relied on in a critical moment.

"Nothing is more deadly than a knife that breaks at a critical moment, and as a vessel, the most suitable one is the best."

Bai Mo placed the short sword he had previously taken from Ibuki into it, added the highly poisonous substance obtained from the Northern Europe, and also took out almost all the toxins from the Gate of Babylon to test them one by one.

Da Vinci seemed to take an interest in the research and joined the discussion about the weapon, while Ortlinde occasionally offered her own insights. Only Ophelia, looking at the pile of terrifying, indescribable monstrous things, couldn't help but swallow hard.

This group of people is just like the demons in fairy tales who circle around a cauldron of deadly poison.

Finally, Bai Mo packed up the entire wrecked Hephaestus and took it away. Since this thing could receive commands and forge divine weapons, such a good thing should be shared by everyone.

Despite Skadi's strong protests, Bai Mo finally placed it in the valley where it had been forged. Hephaestus was still working on it; the weapon would take a long time to develop.

"Over the next period of time, I will teach you techniques related to magnetic fields. First, I will examine your physical condition and adjust the ' Ryougi Lataib '..."

Bai Mo pinched Ortlinde's wrist vein with his fingers, and the girl felt a gentle force flowing into her body, along with her pounding heart.

A moment later, Bai Mo released her hand, indicating that Ortlinde was done. Otlind hesitated for a moment before belatedly withdrawing her hand. In the candlelight, only the scratching of the pen on the paper could be heard. Looking at the focused Bai Mo, Ortlinde couldn't help but smile.

She rested her hands on the table, smiling as she watched him work intently.

The peaceful time flowed by, and she enjoyed it. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Ortlinde opened the door, but instead of Valkyrie, she was greeted by a stunning blonde woman. The only odd thing was that she was holding a pot that seemed completely out of place with her style.

"Bai Mo, you're here, right? Honestly, I made dinner but you didn't come back. I brought it to you."

"I already told Shi, didn't she tell you?"

"I don't remember. Oh well, this must be the Valkyrie who was injured before. She looks much healthier than before."

Ortlinde was a little confused by this rather outgoing person. She walked straight up to Bai Mo, her golden hair gently brushing against his cheek.

Ortlinde's gaze suddenly sharpened.

"Let me introduce you. This is Arcueid. Although she's True Ancestor, she's harmless. Currently, she's working alongside us towards the goal of the New World."

"That's Crimson Moon's target, my purpose is very pure. By the way, let's not talk about that. I had a flash of inspiration a while ago and came up with a new move, it's really powerful."

I defeated most of those cosmic monsters carrying remnants of the system; now there are quite a few left to fill up the entire Northern Europe."

Upon hearing this, Ortlinde seemed to realize something, and then bowed deeply to Arcueid:

"Um, thank you for your help, Miss Arcueid. Looking forward to working with you... Um, if I encounter any problems with Magnetic Field Power, may I ask you for guidance?"

"Are you asking me for advice? Aren't there many more suitable candidates for teaching?"

"Bai Mo is always so busy. I don't want to bother him with things like sparring!"

A blazing fire seemed to burn in Ortlinde's eyes, and Arcueid, seeing this, seemed quite interested and readily agreed:

"Oh, I see. That's fine. Since that troublesome guy disappeared, I haven't been sparring with anyone much. It won't escalate into a fight, but I'm not exactly a gentle person, you know? Are you sure?"

"I'm determined! I will become stronger, and I won't give up easily!"

"Okay, in that case, be prepared."

"Don't bully her. You should be able to control your power well now, right?" Bai Mo reminded her somewhat helplessly. After receiving Arcueid's assurance, he continued to write the new version of the cultivation technique.

In the Martial God Space —atop a majestic green mountain—smoke rose from a small house. On the steps, two figures lay panting heavily.

"Huff, huff, damn Hell, it actually sealed our power. Damn bastard, brother, what's wrong with you? Why did you stop talking at the very beginning?"

"It's nothing... Damn, this is just too tiring."

These two were none other than the Sun and Moon Elders. After struggling to climb the mountain, they discovered that someone was already inside. Hell looked at the two below and said:

"Put your things down, and you can get out."

"Why? Why can't we pay our respects to the general?"

The Sun and Moon Elders roared in anger, explaining that their powers had been sealed by Hell, and they had traveled all the way to Russia to buy a bunch of things, all for the sake of that thing placed in the center of the courtyard: the head of Landao Tianwu.

His Primordial Spirit was taken by Bai Wunan, and his body was pulverized, but Hell preserved it. He came to this place, a replica of his mother's former residence, to pay homage to his former parents and brothers.

"Why? You two are utterly incomprehensible. Sending you on this one trip is enough for you. Now, get out of here."

A powerful force swept down, and the two old men fell down the mountain like two rolling stones. After accomplishing all this, Hell couldn't help but shake his head and say:

"Those two old devils have already brought Landao Tianwu's head, yet they still harbor prejudice against me. They're really spoiling the mood." He finished his tea and looked at the guests before him.

"So, what brings you here, Bai Wunan?"

Bai Wunan did not speak, but slowly placed a stone on the tea table. As the power surged, the Runes on the stone emitted a faint light.

"That kid Bai Mo is very interested in this thing, and I think so too. It's quite interesting; at least it offers a completely new perspective, doesn't it?"

Even Hell put down its teacup; the two unparalleled powerhouses simply stared at this tiny Runes.