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Gate of Hell

Forseti suddenly felt the Fist of Verrigan slipping out of his hand.

After looking at the forging blueprint of Antusul's Hand again, he finally made up his mind.

"I'm going to make one!"

Then he began to explore the method of flight using his flame divine power and came to an open space, his body ablaze.

The temperature of the flames rose sharply and began to surge rapidly. Forseti gradually felt lift, his body swaying as he slowly left the ground.

However, just a few centimeters up, he stumbled and almost fell, so he had to land again.

After trying for half an hour, flame flight still showed no progress. Every time he rose a little, it was difficult to maintain balance.

The fundamental reason was his lack of control over divine power. According to what Odin said, a skilled master of divine power could use it as naturally as an arm and hand, but Forseti was obviously still far from this realm.

If Odin used divine power like an arm and hand, then Forseti's use of divine power was probably more like "a foot trying to use a toe," full of clumsiness and awkwardness.

As Forseti continued his attempts, a middle-aged officer approached. This was his direct superior.

Due to the small number of people, the Asgardian army had only one official establishment, the squad. All legions and camps were directly composed of squads.

However, between the squad leader and the commander and deputy commander of the legion, there were also middle-level officers, but most of them also served as squad captains. Their title was still captain. Sometimes Asgardians called mid-level officers squadron leaders or brigade leaders to differentiate them.

"Captain," Forseti greeted, dissipating the flames from his body.

The middle-aged man nodded, showing a polite smile.

Although he had a higher military rank, he wasn't a man of divine power, and his combat power was probably not as great as Forseti's. Additionally, Forseti frequently chatted and laughed with Hela and Hermond, so the officer was naturally very polite.

"Forseti, I have a combat mission for you. We found traces of a group of remnants of demons. Their number is between ten and twenty. I want your team to clean them up. You won't refuse, right?"

"Of course," Forseti readily agreed. "Actually, I'm enough alone."

"I know your Holy Light magic is a demon nemesis, but there are more than a dozen of them. I don't recommend you go alone," the middle-aged man said.

"Don't worry. Absolutely no accident will happen," Forseti said.

Zatanos and the big demons had either run away or died a long time ago. The other demons could only be beaten in the face of the Holy Light. Even if he couldn't defeat them, he could retreat calmly.

The reason Forseti wanted to go alone was because he was still more than thirty kills away from a hundred in his quest for revenge. Seeing that the war was coming to an end and the demons of Vanaheim were about to disappear, he had to act quickly.

Forseti then set off and headed to the stronghold of the remaining demons.

The base was located in a valley, surrounded by dense forests. After arriving nearby, Forseti walked around for a while before finally approaching the hideout of the demons.

Meanwhile, in a hidden corner of the valley...

A young Vanir mortal was tied to a tree, looking terrified. "Don't kill me... Please don't kill me..."

A blue-skinned demon approached with a dagger in one hand and a bucket in the other, grinning. "Don't worry, you'll see your companion soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stabbed the dagger into the young man's neck, and blood poured into the bucket.

The young man was terrified, trembling all over. With a lot of blood loss, his complexion quickly turned pale, and after a while, his head dropped, and he became motionless.

After collecting the blood, the blue-skinned demon turned around with the bucket. "Old man, there'd better be enough blood this time. Otherwise, we're dead. The Asgardians must have discovered us."

In front of him, a gray-skinned demon with some wrinkles on his face frowned, his fingers dipped in blood as he sketched on the ground, adding to a complex circular pattern with a diameter of more than two meters. "Where did it go wrong..."

More than a dozen demons were gathered around, most looking gloomy and many injured.

One of them suddenly asked, "Are you sure you read the Necronomicon?"

"Of course. I can guarantee that my drawing is 99% identical to the 'Gate of Hell' on the Necronomicon, but there's a problem with a detail somewhere," the gray-skinned demon said.

"You better hurry. I have a hunch we won't see the sun tomorrow," another demon said.

Hell also has no sun, so the phrase had two meanings: they would either go back to hell tomorrow or die there.

The demons were silent, and the gray-skinned demon continued pondering the magic circle at the gate of hell, his brows furrowed.

"Someone is here," a demon suddenly said, looking nervous and clutching the spear in his hand.

The other demons also got up one after another, looking alert.

However, they didn't expect to see a charming, scantily clad female demon staggering over.

She seemed seriously injured and suddenly fell to the ground, her slender waist twisting at an alluring angle.

All the demons were stunned, even the old demon who was drawing the magic circle couldn't help but look up.

"Hurry up and draw your magic circle!" the blue-skinned demon said, then walked towards the fallen witch.

"This lady, I don't know which lord you are under?" several demons asked, revealing their desire without concealment.

The witch's eyes were blank, and she said nothing.

One demon began to touch her, but then frowned. "Hey, this doesn't feel right..."

At that moment, Forseti jumped from a height, releasing the Holy Light of Verrigan's Fist.

"Receive the blessings of the Holy Light! Blessed Hammer!"

"Boom boom boom!" The Hammer of Blessing crossed a circle, and several demons gathered around the witch were killed on the spot.

"Asgardian!" All the demons were shocked.

"It's him! I've seen this person on the battlefield... he, he..." One demon was particularly frightened, pointing at Forseti's hammer that radiated holy light, his voice trembling.

Immediately, he ran directly to the old demon and said urgently, "Quick, it's too late!"

"What's the problem..." The old demon was also sweating profusely, covering his head with one hand and staring at the Hell Gate magic circle with wide eyes.

Forseti had already started killing, and the Fist of Verrigan was brilliant, dispatching demons swiftly.

After a while, only five demons were left. Two surrounded the Hell Gate formation, and the remaining three, frightened by Forseti, collapsed and fled.

Forseti pursued and, after considerable effort, killed all three demons who had tried to escape. He then returned to deal with the last two.

Just as he returned to the demon stronghold and could see the two demons, the old demon suddenly had a flash of inspiration. "I found it!"

He dipped his fingers in blood and quickly added a few strokes to the array.