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Blood of Heroes

**New Korbin Star**

More than a thousand years ago, this planet became the new home of the Korbinites. After such a long period of development, it has become a prosperous planet, with hundreds of millions of Korbins living here.

The beam of light from the Rainbow Bridge flashed past, and Forseti appeared on a high platform on the New Korbin Star.

Out of friendliness and respect for Asgard, the Corbins specially set up a landing point for the Rainbow Bridge, which is this high platform.

As soon as Forseti appeared, two horse-faced Corbins came over and saluted respectfully: "Welcome, esteemed Aesir."

Forseti nodded: "I want to see Beta Ray Bill. He should be here."

"Of course, please come with me."

The korbins said, and at the same time led Forseti to a spaceship suspended not far away.

The spaceship started, and the speed was very fast. Forseti sat on it and was sent directly to the home of the horse-faced Thor in a short time.

Beta Ray Bill lived on the mountain, alone in a humble house, embodying a hermit's lifestyle.

"Forseti!" He was very surprised to see Forseti, the horse-faced Thor.

Forseti walked over with a smile and looked around: "Why do you live here?"

Beta Ray Bill sighed when he heard the words: "I can't adapt to the current New Korbin Star. The changes are too great; I had to find a quiet place to live alone."

As an Asgardian, Forseti has a long lifespan. Although more than a thousand years is not short, it will not grow much. The people he knows are basically still there, and the changes are limited.

But for Beta Ray Bill, the changes in these 1300 years are truly immense, a testament to the passage of time.

The horse-faced Thor living on the New Korbin Star is like a relic, a cultural artifact, out of sync with the ordinary world.

Thanks to his strong will, if it were someone else, they would likely feel depressed in this situation.

With his original relatives and friends gone, Forseti is naturally Beta Ray Bill's best friend.

So seeing Forseti, Beta Ray Bill was very happy. After entering the house, he rummaged through the boxes and took out a bottle of wine.

The horse-faced Thor shook the bottle: "This bottle of wine is from before I entered Sakaar. After I disappeared, my people kept it in the History Museum, and I've brought it back with me until now."

"So, this is a thirteen-hundred-year-old wine?" Forseti was a little surprised.

"That's right." Beta Ray Bill nodded, opened the wine, and poured two glasses.

Forseti picked up the glass and took a sip.

The taste was indescribable.

So they both took only a sip and then didn't touch it again. It was clear the wine didn't improve with age.

After a while, Forseti explained his purpose: "Bill, I'm here this time because I need your help with something."

Beta Ray Bill: "You said it, I'll help if I can."

Certainly! Here's a revised version of the chapter, taking into account the requested changes:

I have never, in this life or the last, asked for another's blood, how to ask, Forseti thought.After a moment's thought, he continued, "Well... I am forging a sword known as the Demon Slayer."

"Demon Slayer Sword?" The name piqued curiosity.

"Yes, as the name suggests, it's a weapon designed specifically to vanquish demons," Forseti explained. "It requires a special material for its making—blood of the noble hero."

"Hero blood?" Beta Ray Bill was momentarily taken aback. "Do you think I fit that description?"

Forseti reassured, "Of course. Mjölnir has attested to your worthiness. As far as I know, you're the only one suitable for this task."

"To be honest, I suspect it's a loophole in the enchantment... after all..." Beta Ray Thor hesitated.

But Forseti understood his unspoken words.

Even Odin himself, the enchanter, was not inherently noble, which cast doubts on the efficacy of such spells.

"Even without Mjölnir's judgment, I still believe in your nobility—your purity and integrity," Forseti affirmed solemnly.

Beta Ray Thor blushed slightly at the praise. After a moment's contemplation, he asked, "How much do you need?"

"This much." Forseti produced a crystal bottle.

"Alright. Though, I must warn you, my blood may not meet your expectations," Beta Ray Thor nodded, rolling up his sleeve.

Forseti prepared the blood-drawing tool, swiftly filling the bottle with bright crimson blood, sealing it, and placing it in his Sanctuary.

"Thank you, Bill. As a token of gratitude, I'll fashion you a suit of armor soon."

"Armor?" Beta Ray Bill was intrigued.

Forseti smiled knowingly, "It will be the finest armor you've ever worn."

Intending to craft Beta Ray Thor's armor from vibranium, Forseti had initially planned to pay with currency. However, deeming it inappropriate to purchase blood, he opted to use vibranium instead. After all, he possessed ten tons of the precious metal.

After bidding farewell to Beta Ray Thor, Forseti retrieved the blood and verified it using his holy deed.

[100% substitution for noble blood]

A perfect match!

Despite Beta Ray Thor's modesty about his noble status, Mjölnir's and Sanctuary's dual certifications confirmed his true nobility.

However, Forseti pondered, what defines true nobility? Often, those who claim to be noble may not truly embody it.

Having completed his task with Beta Ray Thor, Forseti returned to Asgard. There, he dedicated most of his time to sanctifying the Snow Pearl, aiming to create the Righteous Orb swiftly for forging the Demon Slayer Sword.

Contemplating the Demon Slayer Sword, Forseti couldn't help but think of the teleportation circle to Hell he had chanced upon.

Upon completion of the sword, could he venture into Hell?

Unfortunately, the teleportation circle seemed one-way, allowing entry but not exit from Hell. To explore Hell, he'd need to find another means of return.

In addition to infusing the Snow Pearl with holy light, Forseti had another duty—to accompany Hela.

The strained relationship between Odin, Thor, and Loki had distanced Odin further from Hela. Despite attempts to mend fences, polite gestures failed, exacerbating the rift.

Living in the Golden Palace, Hela felt like an outsider witnessing Odin revel in his new family's bliss daily. Fortunately, Forseti was by her side.

That evening, Forseti and Hela sat under the Thunder Tree after a barbecue.

With a wave of Hela's hand, the grill vanished, sparing them the cleanup.

They settled close together.

"Have you ever considered becoming a father?" Hela asked suddenly.