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The Holy Spirit Horse

"Then let's choose Midgard," Forseti nodded.

"Of course, there's no rush to build a headquarters just yet. We should recruit more members first, at least until we can arrange for a few to stay there permanently."

After finishing their barbecue, Forseti returned to his room to rest, lying on the bed and flipping through the holy scriptures.

With the Knights finally formed, the fifth layer of spells had unlocked, allowing him to learn the **Holy Spirit Horse**.

True to its name, this spell summoned a holy spirit for swift travel.

For Ria, now attuned to the Holy Light, mastering the Holy Spirit Horse was relatively easy, taking only a few days.

When Forseti focused his mind, golden light surged beneath him, and soon a majestic horse made of holy light materialized and stood before him.

The Holy Spirit Horse gleamed with radiant light, exuding a solemn and powerful aura. Forseti mounted it, resembling a celestial warrior.

Despite it being his first time riding, Forseti felt no discomfort. The horse moved at his will, responding effortlessly as if an extension of his own limbs.

In essence, the Holy Spirit Horse wasn't a real horse but a manifestation of divine energy, akin to the wings of Holy Light shaped like a horse.

Summoning the Holy Spirit Horse required significant Holy Light power, nearly depleting all of Forseti's Holy Mana.

However, subsequent summonings required less mana after the initial creation, making it a convenient spell.

The Holy Spirit Horse could run and fly without the typical limitations of a physical horse, ensuring ease of use and control.

Yet, for Forseti, it somewhat duplicated the effects of his holy magic floating cloak.

Thankfully, the Holy Spirit Horse had another function.

With a thought, Forseti directed the Holy Spirit Horse to separate from him and ascend into the sky, gradually accelerating.

Soon, it broke the sound barrier without generating a sonic boom due to its ethereal nature.

As its speed increased, the horse's form began to dissipate, revealing its true essence—an orb of pure holy light energy, shrinking until it resembled a basketball in size.

The energy pulsed violently before suddenly exploding in a burst of dazzling golden light, momentarily outshining the sun and echoing with a thunderous boom.

"Boom—!"

Impressed by its power, Forseti nodded.

However, each summoning of the Holy Spirit Horse required all of his mana. In intense battles with no time to recover mana, it might remain a one-time use until the battle concluded—a true trump card.

"What happened?" Beta Ray Bill, intrigued by the display, hurried over.

"Just testing a new spell, the Holy Spirit Horse," Forseti explained. "It's a spell shared among the three schools; you can learn it too. Take a look at the Book of Punishment when you have the chance."

Changing the subject, Forseti added, "I plan to recruit more Paladins from Asgard soon. Once they're trained, we'll establish our own territory in Midgard."

...

Midgard, near the sun.

"Eddie, care to join me outside?" Forseti asked Venom with a smile aboard the Dropship.

"No..." Venom recoiled in a corner of the ship.

Forseti patted it gently, "You've evolved beyond regular symbiotes. Fire shouldn't scare you anymore."

Having fed on holy light for so long and Bonding with a fire god for centuries, Venom's attributes had indeed diverged significantly from typical symbiotes.

"But that's the sun, Forseti! The sun!" Venom shuddered.

Forseti chuckled, patting Venom again, "Alright then, stay here."

"W-wait..." Venom quickly protested. "Why not fly me back to the Moon . Why keep me near the sun in the ship? It's too frightening."

"Don't worry, the Dropship is Commander Kerry's escape craft. It'll handle this environment for a century," Forseti assured as he exited the ship and soared towards the sun.

In no time, he reached the sun's surface and delved deep into its fiery interior.

The searing light obscured his vision, the rising heat reddening his skin like molten metal in a forge.

After years at the Moon Pyramid, Forseti's mastery of flame magic neared the second-tier level. Yet, bridging that last gap remained elusive.

The sun's power from the pyramid had proven ineffective. Thus, Forseti resolved to test deeper within the sun, enduring its extreme fiery essence to push toward second-tier divine power.

However, the chasm between tiers appeared insurmountable, leaving him unable to breach it for some time.

As he continued deeper into the sun, its intense flame magic intensified, relentlessly surging into Forseti's body alongside searing pain...

Meanwhile, on Earth.

Contrasting the sun's relentless heat, Earth's environment stood frigid—a vast snowfield bordered by towering snow-capped peaks.

Amid this icy expanse, two figures trudged on, wrapped in heavy coats. Both were blonde with blue eyes, typical of Western Europe.

The woman, exceptionally beautiful with clear, bright eyes, would surely attract attention anywhere.

They supported each other through the snow. The man, seemingly complaining, remarked, "This must be the Himalayas."

"I agree, Kalu. This place feels a hundred times colder than Scotland," the woman replied.

After trekking through the snow for a while, she asked, "Do you think we'll really find that legendary dragon?"

"Maybe. Even if we don't, exploring the Himalayas is an adventure of a lifetime," Kalu replied optimistically.

The woman pondered, "But if we do find the dragon, won't it try to eat us?"

Kalu smiled, reassuring her, "We won't need to get close. Finding its footprint would already make us the greatest explorers."

The two moved forward in the long snow and ice, leaving a trail of footprints behind them.

About half an hour later, Nierdi suddenly pointed out: "Look."

Kalulu looked up when she heard the words, looked in the direction she was pointing, and then showed a shocked expression: "This..."

In front of them, a snowy mountain with a steep trend was suddenly broken by an unknown force, and the broken peak was lying quietly on the snowfield.

Obviously, this is not the destruction of natural phenomena.

"Let's go take a look."

The two looked at each other and then rushed towards the broken snow-capped mountain.

As they approached, the devastation of the snow-capped mountains was more clearly displayed. In addition to the huge broken peaks, there were also large and small rubble scattered around, as well as some black with streamlined outlines that were obviously cooled by lava. rock.

The broken peak is not a whole, but is broken into several large pieces, and the gaps between these pieces are often several meters or even tens of meters wide.

All these scenes, like a god fighting a battle here, are very amazing.

Nierdi and Kalulu walked carefully around Broken Peak, looking around and talking to each other.

"I can't believe what happened here. I don't think it's a natural phenomenon." Nierdi said in amazement.

Kalulu also said: "That's right, it's like a terrible battle just now."

As he was talking, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at a snowy field not far away, then as if he had discovered something, he ran over and said excitedly: "Dear, come here, my God, that seems to be …"

But Nierdi didn't notice his words, but looked down at his feet, as if he had found something, and then leaned over to push away the ice and snow.

She carefully pushed away a layer of snow on the ground with her hands, and then her pupils shrank, and she saw a corpse.

The corpse belonged to an old man with white hair. His clothes were badly damaged, and there were obvious burn marks on the edges, but it was difficult to conceal the luxurious materials. Obviously, the dead old man had an extraordinary identity.

Nierdi was startled at first, but quickly calmed down, then glanced away and found two books in the old man's arms.

A book with a white cover,

A book with a black cover, tit for tat.

Their names are also tit for tat, the white-covered book is called White Magic, written in Latin.

The black-covered book was called The Darkhold , which Nierdi thought at first was in English, but soon realized that it wasn't any known script.

But strangely, she could read it like her mother tongue.

Nierdi placed his hands on the two books and stroked them a few times, feeling a little lost...

"Nildi, look what I found!" At this moment, Kalulu's excited voice came from not far away.

Nierdi looked up and saw Kalulu running over with a crimson thing in his hand.

When Kalulu ran over, she also saw clearly what he was holding, a fiery red scale the size of a palm.

"Dragon scales!" Kalulu waved the fiery red scales in his hand, excited, "This is definitely the scales of a giant dragon, we really found the giant dragon, the legendary giant dragon!"

Nierdi did not show much enthusiasm for the dragon scales. After a few glances, his attention returned to "White Magic" and "Darkhold".

Kalulu also noticed the old man's body and these two books, looked down, and said in surprise, "Could this old man be a mage?"

Nierdi: "I think yes, since dragons can exist, so can mages."

Kalulu looked at the dragon scales in his hand, and then looked at the surrounding destruction scene, showing a sudden look: "I understand, this must be caused by the battle between the dragon and the mage!"

Immediately, he also looked at the two books, and then picked up "White Magic" to read.

Nierdi picked up the Darkhold, but when she tried to open it, she found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open the cover of the book, as if the whole book was locked by an invisible force General.

"What's the matter, can't be turned on?" Kalulu asked.

Nierdi tried a few more times, but still couldn't open the Darkhold: "It seems like this..."

"I'll try it." Kalulu handed the "White Magic" to her, and at the same time took the "Darkhold" and tried to open it.

However, the result is still the same, even if he is a male, he can't shake the cover of this book with all his strength.

"I guess the mage sealed this book." Kalulu took a breath and looked at the book in his hand again, "This Book of Darkness... This is obviously an evil or dangerous book, we should not try to open it. It is."

Then the two got together and read the content of "White Magic" together, and gradually they became a little fascinated.

After a while, Nierdi showed a bit of surprise and looked at Kalulu: "I think we can also become magicians!"

Kalulu was also very excited: "Yes, we can learn these white magics and become a powerful and respectable magician! This is really a legendary adventure experience."

The two watched "White Magic" for a while, and Nierdi said, "Let's bury this old mage, he is also our teacher."

"You're right." Kalulu also said, and then the two of them worked together to dig a pit, put the body of the old mage in and bury it.

When the mage was buried, he asked, "Honey, where are we going next?"

Nierdi thought for a while: "There is a Mala Kingdom nearby, let's go there first, until we learn these white magics-including a teleportation magic, which seems to be able to directly cross a long distance, learn this magic, We should be able to return to the UK soon."

"it is good."

...

Sanctum Majoris, London, United Kingdom.

Mages had convened for what appeared a critical meeting. Most attendees were older, distinguished figures in their mage attire.

"...London, is the First Sanctum,we lack a Supreme Mage. As Guardian Mage of London Sanctum, it falls on me to act as interim Supreme Mage," proclaimed a middle-aged man with flowing locks.

Immediately, objections arose. "Lacks? Master Oren, it's been two years! The Supreme Mage vanished while investigating a dragon's whereabouts. His absence suggests a mishap—likely devoured by the dragon!"

A brief pause followed, the speaker continuing, "The Supreme Mage's demise necessitates adhering to Sanctum traditions: we must elect a new Supreme Mage, not appoint an interim."

Master Oren frowned, "The original Supreme Mage Aggomoto had vanished for a year initially. What's the significant difference between one and two years?"

Another mage interjected, "True, after the first Supreme Mage's disappearance, the three Sanctums did elect a new Supreme Mage. Yet upon his return, the appointment was rescinded."

Master Oren countered, "Why rescind it, if it's necessary..."

Interrupted again, "The Supreme Mage remains Supreme until confirmed dead. By declaring otherwise, aren't you implying he's alive?"

Oren shot back, "Do you wish the Supreme Mage dead?"

His words stunned the room into silence.

"Bang!" A burly mage rose, pointing accusingly at Oren. "Oren, you're stalling!"

"Normal judgment suggests the Supreme Mage likely met an untimely fate," the mage continued, undeterred. "Your selfish desires shun tradition and exploit Sanctum rule for personal gain. Frankly, you're unfit for Supreme Mage."

Oren's expression darkened. "Are you challenging me? Shanel, I welcome your challenge."

Shanel stood defiant. "I don't just contest for contest's sake. Magic dictates contests be resolved by knowledge and skill, not brawn."

"We are mages..."

A mediator intervened, "Calm yourselves. We're all Sanctum members; let's preserve our harmony."

Shanel glared at Oren. "To claim Supreme Mage, prove your worth through intellect and mastery. Self-proclaimed titles go unrecognized here."

Oren fell silent.

...

Mala Kingdom, Kathmandu.

Close to the snow-laden plateau, Kathmandu boasted a distinct climate from the Himalayas, with lush vegetation sprawling across its environment.

Here in a nearby forest lay a small village, its fields grazed by countless cattle.

On that fateful day, a cowherd milked a cow. Suddenly, the cow bellowed, broke free, and bolted into the distance.

"Moo—" the cow cried out, vanishing into the nearby forest.

"Come back!" The cowherd cried out in shock, chasing after in vain.

But how could a man outrun a cow? At first, he caught glimpses of the cow amidst the trees, but soon, it vanished from sight, its cries fading into the forest.

The cowherd looked around in despair, surrounded by towering trees. "Buddha..."

Kneeling in anguish, he murmured his lament.

For an agrarian community, losing a cow meant catastrophe. Overwhelmed, the cowherd nearly succumbed to despair.

Then, a golden-red brilliance flickered beside him.

Startled, he looked up, eyes widening in disbelief. "What?"

The brilliance coalesced into a shimmering portal, revealing a scene beyond.

Emerging from the portal was a stunning blonde woman, holding the lost cow. She smiled and inquired, "Is this your cow?"

...