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Soul Mark

Piety had nothing more to say. Aside from piety, Lubos also dropped an item: **Soul Mark: Wolf King Lubos**.

"Soul imprint?"

This new discovery immediately caught Forseti's attention.

**Soul Mark: Wolf King Lubos**

**After imprinting with Lubos' soul mark, the target can acquire some or all of Lubos' characteristics... The target must be a wolf creature, and the effect varies based on its own qualifications. Adult wolves show minimal effectiveness, so it's recommended to use wolf cubs.**

Reading this description, Forseti couldn't help but ponder.

According to this, if he finds a young wolf with exceptional potential, he could potentially guide it to develop in Lubos' image?

The idea was tempting.

Lubos had been one of World of Warcraft's renowned hunter pets, even if just for a while. As a ten-thousand-year paladin, Forseti was well aware of this.

Speaking of which, he considered hunters with pets to be among the game's second most powerful class, particularly those who captured formidable creatures. While Wolf King Lubos was indeed potent, its appearance wasn't particularly eye-catching compared to massive beasts like Tyrannosaurs.

The first class able to attract attention... undoubtedly, the consummate actor and paladin.

But where could such a wolf be found?

The Landvety Forest harbored numerous grey wolves, yet most were average at best. Forseti doubted he could locate suitable wolf cubs among them in short order.

Incidentally, Nornheim seemed to boast a substantial wolf population. Perhaps he should consider the hunting festival there?

Forseti mused to himself...

After a busy morning tending to his apothecary and lunching at the tavern, he discreetly returned to the island, then traveled via the spatial tetrahedron to Vanaheim.

Arriving at Vanaheim, Forseti navigated familiar roads straight to the Garkan Warehouse, rented a swamp beast, and set off in a specific direction.

This time, he pursued the Skrinth.

Not long ago, while foraging for herbs in Vanaheim, Forseti accidentally encountered something heavily tainted by sin, ultimately tracking down a Scrins Lord's lair.

This time, he aimed to confront and eliminate the lord.

Asgardians lived in prosperity, their realms sparsely populated, with extended lifespans, making crime a rarity.

Forseti, with his chivalrous spirit, hailed from the earnest and guileless people of Asgard. In over a decade, he had yet to encounter a thief, a state he sometimes found himself yearning to witness.

Unlocking the third level of spells demanded more than vanquishing three bosses and making substantial donations—it also necessitated exacting one hundred retributions, meaning he had to eliminate one hundred evildoers.

By that measure, completing the task would undoubtedly prove time-consuming.

So, upon discovering the Scrins Lord, Forseti resolved to confront and dispatch him without further hesitation.

After two days' journey, Forseti reached his destination—a forest bordering a swamp.

Night fell.

"Brother, this area's infested with Scrins. Though they're weak, they tend to swarm in the thousands... Are you certain you wish to proceed?" inquired his companion.

"Absolutely." Forseti dismounted the giant beast, his tone calm.

"Could you settle the payment first?" the beast tamer requested.

A virtuous person indeed, the Garkan Warehouse's tamer!

Forseti sighed inwardly, yet still settled the fee before entering the forest.

Soon after entering the woods, he encountered scattered groups of Scrins, their numbers increasing as he ventured deeper.

The Holy Light pointer's fluctuations grew more pronounced, indicating Forseti drew nearer to his target.

In the past, Forseti had relied on Ander and Wayne's assistance; now, however, he felt confident of single-handedly confronting Lord Skrins.

Hours later, he infiltrated deeper into the Scrins' lair, risking provoking the enemy if he pressed on.

Nevertheless, the distance separating him from his target was minimal, just a few hundred meters at most. The Holy Light pointer directed towards a small wooden cabin.

Forseti then ingested a swiftness potion, leaping into action and diving straight into the midst of Scrins.

"Enemies sighted!" cried the Scrinsians.

Activating Divine Protection, Forseti ignored the Scrinsians' assaults, swiftly closing in on the wooden cabin housing his target.

Enhanced by the Swiftness Potion, he reached the cabin in less than thirty seconds, then forced open the door with his hammer.

"Asgardian!" Lord Skrins awoke suddenly, rising from his bed and attempting to resist.

However, Forseti allowed him no quarter, swiftly casting Judgment and unleashing an energy hammer.

"Boom!"

Empowered by the overwhelming sin, the Hammer of Judgment effortlessly pulverized much of Lord Skrins' body.

The Holy Light pointer vanished, the sin extinguished!

With the target neutralized, Forseti promptly turned and departed.

Outside, the clearing teemed with Scrinsians, packed three deep.

Yet, he remained unruffled, charging straight into their midst, Verrigan's fist clenched and ready.

Blessed Hammer!

Holy light and flames erupted from the warhammer, launching an energy hammer.

Unlike the Judgment spell's single-target assault, the Blessed Hammer spell's energy hammer proved substantially more robust, appearing nearly tangible.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The Blessed Hammer spiraled forth at incredible speed, sweeping through the surrounding Scrinsians one after another, dark green blood spraying!

Where a dense crowd of Scrinsians had once stood, a broad clearing now lay.

Forseti strode forward, crossing the clearing swiftly, and soon departed the Scrins' lair...

Returning to Asgard, he swam from the island back to Landvety.

Unexpectedly, while passing through the forest, a familiar figure caught his eye.

"Tialfi!" Forseti exclaimed in surprise.

At that moment, just ahead, Tialfi collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from his abdomen.

In his left hand, he clutched a four-horned goat tightly; in his right, he plunged a knife repeatedly into the goat's breast.

Forseti was astounded.

His surprise stemmed not from encountering Tialfi but from Tialfi's success in capturing a four-horned goat!

A rare find, unseen in a hundred years throughout the Asgard

Tialfi continued to twist his knife in the goat's chest, targeting a critical weak point—the heart.

Thus, after a brief struggle, the four-horned goat ceased its thrashing, flopping to the ground like a fish on a butcher's block, gasping feebly for breath.

"Ah!" Tialfi released his grip, howling in agony as he clutched his wounded abdomen, curling into a ball on the ground.

"Are you alright?" Forseti hastened to his side, examining his wound before releasing Faith to administer healing.