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Staff

Just when Forseti noticed the approaching danger, a cold wind swept past him.

He quickly dodged, but not completely. A large blade slashed into his shoulder armor with a clang, causing a sharp pain.

Forseti groaned and turned to retaliate, but another spear came from the side.

The spear had a sharp angle and pierced through the gap in his armor, stabbing into his flesh.

"Ah!" Forseti cried out in pain, turning to see his attacker.

The spear-wielder was a grey-skinned raider of unknown race, with a pig's head and a slightly bloated body.

He prepared to stab again, but Forseti turned, grabbed the spear, and pulled hard.

"Humph!"

The pig-headed raider was startled and angry, struggling against Forseti in a fierce tug-of-war.

As they wrestled, Forseti had a fleeting thought: Why does this spear feel so strange?

But there was no time to ponder. The knife-wielding attacker was preparing to strike again.

Forseti gritted his teeth, held the spear tightly, and awkwardly swung his hammer to block.

The knife-wielding raider swung his blade, but before he could retract it, Forseti's hammer struck, and flames erupted.

"Crack!"

The quality of the blade was good; it cracked but didn't break.

"Ah!" The raider screamed as Verrigan's flames burned his hands. He recoiled in horror.

Taking this chance, Forseti yanked the spear from the pig-headed raider.

"Humph!" The raider, furious, seemed ready to attack Forseti bare-handed.

But reason prevailed. Seeing he was defenseless, hesitation flickered in his eyes. He didn't have the courage to face an Asgardian and turned to flee.

Forseti had no time to chase him. The knife-wielding raider and the surrounding Skrinsians were closing in, almost overwhelming him.

In an instant, Forseti was swarmed by Skrinsians, struggling with every move.

The knife-wielding raider hesitated for a moment, then swung his blade, leaving a wound on Forseti's arm before retreating.

Forseti groaned in pain and glared at the attacker.

He swung his hammer furiously, and the flames of Verrigan's Fist carved a blazing path, scattering the Skrinsians.

The knife-wielding raider quickly backed away, cautious.

Soon, Forseti was swarmed again, locked in a stalemate.

The raider seized another opportunity, slashing Forseti and retreating swiftly.

This time, the wound was near Forseti's neck, dangerously close. He broke into a cold sweat.

The raider smirked, swung his blade, and taunted in broken Asgardian, "Asgardian, you're finished!"

Forseti scanned his surroundings, clenched Verrigan's Fist, and glared at the raider.

The raider's smirk faded, and he stepped back, wary.

Forseti raised his warhammer and slammed it into the ground.

The Sword of Justice!

The raider was momentarily stunned before an energy sword of holy light and flames erupted from beneath him, piercing through him!

"Boom!"

Holy light and flames exploded, clearing the surrounding Skrins. The Holy Light's pointer dissipated, and the battle was over.

Forseti's power was nearly spent, and staying in enemy territory was too dangerous.

He activated another Divine Protection spell and sprinted through the Skrins' ranks, finally jumping back into the camp's defenses.

"Phew..."

Forseti exhaled, wiped his sweat, took out a healing stone, crushed it into powder, and applied it to his wound.

The wound itched and quickly scabbed over.

"How's it going?" Ander asked while fighting.

"I took down two raiders," Forseti replied.

"Good job. What's that you're holding?" Ander asked again.

"A long spear..." Forseti trailed off, blinking in confusion.

He examined the spear he had taken from the pig-headed raider and found it increasingly peculiar.

The spear's body was made of an unknown wood, with faded pale gold patterns, giving it an ancient, mysterious look.

The spearhead was silver, separated from the body by a groove. It looked more like a staff with a spike on top. The spike was sharp enough to pierce Asgardian skin but was disappointingly short, only the length of a little finger.

All in all, it didn't seem like a melee weapon, and it felt very light.

After a long observation, a realization dawned on Forseti. He let the holy light surge in his hand.

The holy light naturally flowed into the "spear," flickering on its silver tip.

This wasn't a spear; it was a staff!

The pig-headed raider had found a staff somewhere but didn't recognize it and used it as a spear. Fortunately, the staff was durable; otherwise, it would have broken.

Forseti decided to try the staff.

He pointed it at the enemy camp.

Judgment!

Holy light surged, and a beam shot from the staff's tip, piercing several Skrinsians.

It was quite effective.

Forseti felt that for long-range spells, this staff was better suited than Verrigan's Fist.

Satisfied, Forseti looked at the staff with a smile.

"Boom!"

Outside the camp, the battle between Gauce and the Kronan warrior finally ended. The huge Kronan warrior fell, causing the ground to tremble.

Gauce raised his warhammer high: "Asgard, invincible!"

The camp's morale soared.

The tide of battle turned, and victory leaned towards the Asgardians.

In the end, the Asgardians defeated the enemy, and the remaining Skrinsians and Marauders retreated.

The involvement of the Marauders caused some soldiers to sustain serious injuries. Forseti was busy treating the wounded until late into the night before he could rest.

Sitting in an open space, Forseti was about to take out his holy deed when Ander approached and sat down. "I have news you'll want to hear."

Forseti, tired, looked at him questioningly.

"Asgard is planning a large-scale military deployment. Many in this camp will be transferred to Jotunheim," Ander said.

Forseti was stunned. "Jotunheim? When?"

"This year," Ander replied.