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Then the old demon slapped the ground with his five fingers, and the magic circle formed by the blood book suddenly burst into blood, and the hollow in the middle twisted and surged, turning into a dark hole, with dim light flowing, as if leading to an endless abyss.

Another demon was about to jump in, but he kicked him away and jumped in first.

"Ah!" Just at this moment, Forseti's Hammer of Judgment lashed out, and the kicked demon was killed on the spot.

When Forseti arrived near the magic circle, the gate of hell did not close.

Looking at this almost absolutely dark hole, his expression was cloudy for a while, but he didn't go in.

Nine times out of ten, the magic circle leads to the demons' homeland, hell. Not to mention that there are many demons in hell, their individual strength would also be greatly enhanced. Entering alone would be tantamount to courting death.

However, Forseti was quite interested in this magic circle and immediately squatted down to observe it carefully.

The passageway closed after a moment, and the magic circle dimmed, leaving only a dry blood pattern.

Forseti thought for a moment, took out pen and paper, and decided to write down the magic circle. Perhaps in the future, when he is strong enough, he might want to travel to hell to spread the Holy Light and truth.

Lying beside the magic circle, Forseti didn't finish recording the entire magic circle in detail until night, and carefully checked it several times.

In his eyes, what he remembers is 100% the same as the magic circle body, but he also knows that the magic circle is a delicate thing, and any difference could render it ineffective.

In the future, he will likely need to find a special magician to adjust it, making it possible to reproduce the magic circle.

Putting the pen and paper back in the Sanctuary space, Forseti took a look at the gains from killing the demons this time. Most of them were unremarkable. Fortunately, there was a spell fragment of the Holy Shield technique.

Then he looked around the valley, seeing mortal corpses lying on the ground, some lacking arms and legs, as if they had been eaten by demons.

Obviously, the blood used to draw the magic circle was taken from these corpses.

Forseti sighed slightly, cremated the corpses, and then turned back.

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"Nine moves!"

Forseti's warhammer stopped in front of Brunnok's face.

Brunnok was stunned for a while, then sat down on the ground and lowered his head in frustration.

After one challenge every day for a month, his combat skills had indeed improved significantly, but he still failed to survive ten moves in Forseti's hands. He lost in nine moves, only one move away, which made him especially pained.

Forseti put away his weapon, secretly relieved.

In the past few days, Brunnok had held up to nine moves every time, which made Forseti feel very nervous. If he accidentally allowed Brunnok to survive ten moves, he would become a martial arts teacher, and that would bring much trouble.

Fortunately, Forseti had been secretly practicing hard recently and always defeated Brunnok within ten moves.

"Brunnok, I think you should be a trustworthy person," Forseti said.

"I'll go home." Brunnok bowed his head and said.

It didn't matter if he didn't return. The fierce period of the war in Vanaheim had passed, and the enemy only had the remnants of the trolls, with no major battles to fight.

Forseti said: "Your father didn't want you to be a soldier, and it's not just a matter of perception."

"You have dreamed of becoming a warrior for so many years, but it was only in the last month that you truly focused on improving your combat skills under my guidance. It is clear that your desire to be a warrior is closer to a fantasy than a dream. Of course, your father didn't support you."

Brunnok bowed his head silently.

Forseti then said: "But your talent is very high, much stronger than mine, and your physical fitness is also excellent. If you are willing to work hard, it will not be difficult for you to become a first-tier divine power in the future."

After all, there are only a few divine powers. Most of the warriors in Asgard still rely on practice to improve their physical fitness and combat skills.

The best among them can completely defeat a first-tier divine power.

The two princesses, Hela and Skadi, are not even inferior to second-tier divine powers. Of course, they were blessed with divine power, and their situations were rather special.

"If you reach that level of strength, no one will stop you from becoming a warrior," Forseti continued.

"But apart from you, no one I know has such strong fighting skills. Who should I learn from?" Brunnok asked.

"Why do you have to find me?" Forseti shrugged. "You can learn from someone who is slightly better than you. You can even find someone who is about the same level as you. The two of you can learn from each other and make progress together."

"Aren't you willing to give up on your own dreams? Do you have to have everything ready and the external environment perfect before you are willing to fight?"

This statement seemed to hit Brunnok hard, and he remained silent.

Forseti finally patted him on the shoulder: "You have also seen the real battlefield. You should realize that the battlefield is not as interesting as you thought. After you go back, think about it."

A few days passed.

The remaining frost giants and demons have been cleaned up, and only trolls remain as enemies of Vanaheim.

However, the trolls did not dare to fight anymore. They took up a place and huddled up, becoming the kings of the mountain, and the war in Vanaheim was over.

Forseti looked at Shengqi, frowning slightly.

The goal of a hundred revenge is still five, but the demons have disappeared in Vanaheim, which made him feel a little pained.

"Forseti, Lord Odin is looking for you." An Einherjar came to give orders.

Forseti hurried to the command post and saw Odin.

"You're here, Forseti," said Odin. "I'm here for two things."

As he spoke, he took out some documents, handed them to Forseti, and said with a smile: "In this war, your team has made many achievements, and the secret of the space channel was also first discovered by you. Therefore, I have decided to give all of you a military upgrade, a reward of 500 to 1,000 runes per person, and the opportunity to enter the Einherjar or Valkyrie army."

All members will be upgraded in military rank, with a reward of 500 to 1,000 runes per person, and the opportunity to enter the Einherjar and Valkyrie troops!

This reward is not unreasonable. Forseti was overjoyed: "Thank you, Lord Odin!"

Odin replied, "Asgard rewards merit, you deserve it."

The two chatted for a while, and then Odin said, "There is one more thing."

Forseti had a vague expectation in his heart and looked forward to it.

"A soldier disappeared while performing a mission in Midgard...well, he is likely dead." Odin said slowly. "We suspect that it was the ruler of Egypt, Apocalypse, who is now almost the ruler of the entire Midgard."

"I wanted to ask Hermond to find out about this, but he and I highly recommended you. I wonder if you would like to accept this task and go to Midgard?"