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Devil Fishing

Soon the enemy army approached, and the Asgardian warriors of Odin's camp engaged them in battle.

Forseti's team first encountered a group of trolls. More than a dozen trolls roared and rushed forward. Their sturdy bodies caused some soldiers with little combat experience to feel nervous.

"Judgment!"

Forseti took the lead, and the Hammer of Judgment shot out from Verrigan's Fist, leaving a trail of flame and holy light in mid-air, and immediately struck a troll.

"Boom!"

The troll seemed to move at a critical moment, so the Hammer of Judgment did not hit its head but still struck its chest.

It screamed, vomited blood, fell to the ground, and did not rise again.

Immediately, the battle between the two teams began. After Forseti killed a troll, the numbers on both sides were equal, leading to a one-on-one situation.

Trolls are tall, much taller than Asgardians, but not significantly stronger.

At the very least, the Asgardians' advantage in intelligence far outweighed the trolls' strength, which is probably why trolls are somewhat weaker than the Asgardians and the Frost Giants.

Sometimes, trolls don't even have the upper hand in power, such as when facing Skurge.

"Ha!" Skurge shouted loudly, slashing with the giant axe in his hand and striking the troll opposite him.

The troll was shocked by his immense strength and almost couldn't stand still. When it looked at Skurge again, its face showed a hint of panic.

Skurge sneered and chased down again with the axe.

His style was broad and rough; his skills were not advanced, but with his Asgardian height and weight, he was like a giant beast, and his strength was overwhelming, leaving the trolls unable to fight back.

Valkyrie's fighting style was the opposite. As a woman, her strength was naturally less, but she was flexible and agile. Her short sword made infinite changes, displaying extremely superb skills.

She rushed up to a troll and moved around him, stabbing swiftly from time to time, like a swift bird teasing a bear.

After a while, she stabbed the troll's lower body, drawing blood, while she remained unscathed.

However, not all the team members performed as well as Skurge and Valkyrie. Some were clearly at a disadvantage and were being beaten by the trolls.

"Ah!"

A fighter was kicked to the ground by a troll and was about to be slashed. Elito, nearby, wanted to help but it seemed too late.

Forseti immediately extended a finger.

"Hands of Reckoning!"

The holy light was bright, and the troll hit by the Hand of Reckoning fell into a vortex of negative emotions, its face distorted.

Elito was stunned for a moment, but he didn't have time to think. One sword slashed the troll's weapon, and another slashed its neck, successfully killing it.

"Not bad," Forseti praised him.

Elito frowned, still thinking about the finger Forseti had just pointed.

"Bang!" The troll hit Forseti's shield with a heavy hammer.

Forseti swayed, took advantage of the momentum to retreat, then turned around and kicked a flying kick, hitting the troll where it was defenseless, and followed up with a strike from his warhammer.

The troll hurriedly rolled around, avoiding the fate of being headshot by the Fist of Verrigan.

However, the Fist of Verrigan hit the ground, and the holy light suddenly bloomed.

"Sword of Justice!"

"Ah!"

The Sword of Justice stabbed out from the ground, piercing the troll's heart. It screamed and died.

Almost simultaneously, a water whip struck the troll, making a crisp sound of skin cracking.

Forseti looked and saw it was Amora.

As she moved her hand, the water whip instantly retracted and turned into a long sword.

"Looks like I'm doing too much," she smiled and turned to deal with other enemies.

A group of trolls was quickly eliminated by Forseti's team, and with the help of the Hand of Reckoning, none of the fifteen team members were seriously injured, only a few were slightly hurt.

Forseti felt it was almost over and looked into the distance.

A demon with bruises and chains on its hands ran out of the camp in a panic, ran toward a group of demons, and fell in front of them.

"What's going on?" A demon hurriedly helped it up.

The other demons glanced at each other. "Are you a prisoner who escaped?"

The bruised demon raised its head, its expression dull, and did not speak, but pointed in a certain direction repeatedly, like a mentally disturbed patient pointing at a doctor chasing behind.

The demons were puzzled.

The bruised demon then turned back and ran along the same path, seemingly eager to lead the way.

"Let's go and see!" The demon group immediately followed.

After a while, they saw Forseti waiting for them.

"Jie Jie." Forseti looked at the demons, shook his hammer, and sneered like a villain.

The demons looked at each other, feeling an ominous premonition...

Forseti didn't say a word and rushed forward.

"Blessed Hammer!"

"Boom boom boom!" The Blessed Hammer shot out, drawing a spiral trajectory in the air, killing five or six demons directly.

Forseti kept moving, following up with several more attacks, killing more demons.

The few surviving demons quickly realized the danger and, frightened, turned and ran away.

Forseti did not chase them and continued using the demon statue to lure more demons.

It was a simple method, but the results were impressive. From time to time, he attracted two or three demons, and occasionally even a demon group.

Seeing Forseti slaughtering demons like cutting through vegetables, the team members were stunned.

"Well, I was right," Arroyo said to Elito.

Elito was silent.

However, the more one tempts fate, the more likely accidents are to happen. This is a natural principle.

After Forseti slaughtered over twenty demons, a powerful demon finally appeared. This demon had gray skin, a single horn, and looked ugly and ferocious.

"Boom!"

The one-horned demon threw the now-revealed and destroyed demon statue to the ground and glared at Forseti. "Interesting trick! But you're dead."

"This is... a high-ranking demon! We're doomed," a soldier said, his voice trembling.

"Shut up! Idiot!" Elito roared, holding his sword tightly and staring at the one-horned demon.

Forseti also looked nervously at the one-horned demon.

Although this demon was much stronger than ordinary demons, it was not as powerful as Zatanos and seemed to correspond to a second-tier divine power.

With the Holy Light's restraint on demons, Forseti felt he might have a fighting chance.

The one-horned demon was sturdy and roared, punching the ground.

"Boom--"

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