Asgardians.

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After finishing off the undead absolutely, Richard turned toward Moiraine. "Do you have any means of transportation?"

"I am still not yet accustomed to Saidar in this world, but I can still Skim to get to that place."

Nodding his head and disregarding the intricacies of the fundamental knowledge that governed the universe of this sorceress, since he too understood different concepts like neurons, atoms, photons, etc., Richard instantly dashed forward, leaving Moiraine behind to start saving people once again, especially those who were already on their last legs from battle injuries.

Employing the Typhoon Thunder technique, which involved reactions of various ionized gas molecules heated by his Sun Breathing, Richard discharged a large amount of electricity directly into his latissimus dorsi muscle.

Boom—launching himself like a bullet into the air, he then stimulated every neurotransmitter responsible for his vision and reaction time with his lightning element. Synapses vibrates intensely, Richard then survey everyone in the area who were too weak to fight back or already teetering on the brink of entering the afterlife completely

Once again heating various gas molecules around his body with his ionized flames, Richard changed direction mid-flight with another boom. Lifting his greatsword still resting on his right shoulder high into the sky, he ionized the blade to free electrons and positive ions.

Zaap—thunder in the sky was attracted to his blade, Richard then controlled this lightning element to extend his sword and slash downward. Cleaving the head of a crustacean monster in the distance, he compressed air molecules around his serratus anterior muscle to create drag resistance, offsetting his launching motion. Gliding through the air, Richard gently landed near an Aasimar wearing priestly armor. Seeing the man coughing blood and already in his last breath, Richard placed his hands on his heart and employed Sun Breathing.

In a highly complex procedure, he performed nuclear fusion with his breath inside the man's body to create the necessary atoms for forming proteins and enzymes. Regulating these proteins and enzymes, Richard then used his ionized flames to facilitate cellular functions and DNA replication within the ion channels of the cell membrane. Finally, he maintained this surging homeostasis until achieving a balance between synthesizing vigorous vitality and the internal structure of the man's body.

Seeing the vitality he had infused into the man, akin to that of a temporary sun perpetually performing nuclear fusion until the hydrogen fuel in the core was depleted, Richard lifted his hands and proceeded to carry the man in an over-the-shoulder position, moving the Kambi to perch on the man's body instead.

Turning towards the tower where the mages could administer healing aid, he once again discharged a large amount of electricity directly into his latissimus dorsi muscle. With a boom, launching himself into the air, he repeated this rescue operation again and again until everyone on the island had gathered at the towers.

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Zapping to where the group of women riding the flying horse were located and currently battling the giants, Richard turned his greatsword ninety degrees so its blade could be used for blunt force. Knocking the heads of the dumb creatures unconscious one after another, he was then cheered on by these warmongering women.

"Heimdall! Heimdall! Heimdall! Heimdall!"

Looking at them strangely, Richard corrected, "No. I am Richard. A human."

"No, you must be Heimdall! You carry Hofund, gifted by Odin, you—You... Wait. Who are Heimdall and Odin?"

Sighing in lament, Richard realized that this woman with superhuman strength also couldn't remember their past. Instructing the last group on the island to gather at the tower of Gvalch'ca, he repeated the same instructions he had given to every intelligent race thrown into this world, "Head west, towards the bubble. It's a temporary safe place there."

"No! We continue to battle! This is Ragnarök! We will die with honor and glory!"

"YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!"

"So, Heimdall! Come, let's battle to our hearts' content! Until Jörmungandr comes and eats us all!"

"YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!"

Shaking his head and looking towards the bubble where Yennefer was still trying to create a safe sanctuary for everyone, Richard declined, "I'm sorry. I cannot join you for the time being."

Seeing many of them grumble, Richard guided them pragmatically, "How about this. See those babies in the ocean and sky? If you rescue any of them, I'll send you to as many battlefields as you want. The monsters on this island are no longer a threat to you."

"Bifröst?! Excellent! We'll sail to the rainbow bridge! Heimdall, keep your word, friend! Hahahaha! Huh, Bifröst? What is that?"

"Victory to the fearless! Let's go, sisters! We must save this Sovereign blameless! Don't let them be eaten by the Sea Serpents and the Leviathan!"

"To deliverance! To battle! To glory!"

Watching the women already riding their flying horses and galloping toward the distant ocean, Richard turned to the person who chose to stay, "Why aren't you going with them?"

"Because it's unnecessary. All my sisters will return here eventually. My specialty lies in battlefield healing. Whether I accompany them or not, what matters is that I keep them in my sight. But the question is... How did you come to possess that sword? Even though I don't remember anything about it, I'm certain it's not yours, especially not for non-Asgardians like yourself."

Lifting the greatsword from his shoulders and stabbing it into the ground, Richard nodded, "Yes. It's not mine. I looted it from an elf who tried to harm me."

"Svartálfar... Is it Malekith? Did he kill the real Heimdall to retrieve the sword?"

Seeing the somber lady and not understanding what she was talking about, Richard shook his head, "I don't know. His name is not Malekith but Eredin."

"Hmm... You may be right. I'm the one forgetting the name of that dark elven king. Anyway... Now give Hofund back to us Asgardians. It wasn't yours to begin with."

Looking at the greatsword, which was a key for him to travel through other places without feeling a migraine, Richard replied, "No. Unless you give me something of equal value."

"How about this sword?"

Looking at the blue sword made entirely of the same metal as Hofund, Richard still shook his head, "Even though the materials are the same, it doesn't possess the same magic as this greatsword."

"Very well. How about this: if I best you in combat, I can take whatever I want from you. The same goes if you win."

Gazing at the woman strangely, Richard lifted the greatsword and swung it, its tip hitting her wrist and causing her sword to fall to the ground. In one swift motion, he struck the flat side of the sword against her shoulder, knocking her to the ground before she could react.

"Cough, cough. Well fought, warrior."

Shaking his head, finding swordsmanship too easy, Richard suggested, "How about hand-to-hand combat?" It was a good opportunity for him to train and patch up his weaknesses temporarily, knowing this warmongering woman was not shy to exchange a few blows.

"Cough. As you wish."

Brain synapses vibrating, Richard found a solution to fight without having hand-to-hand combat experience. Breathing a lightning element, he extended his right hand to meet her incoming head. Boom—she was thrown back to the ground with a loud thud, clutching her windpipe and gasping for breath. Nodding and naming this move 'Lariat', Richard then moved towards the women and applied his Sun Breathing vitality.

"I... didn't... know... humans... could... be... this... strong..."

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