While the twin goddesses were staging a deeply touching family drama between sisters, Grimm had already drawn the aggro of two shadow monsters.
His execution power was always very high; he never left fatigue and pressure for the next day.
After all, he had to be prepared just in case—what if there was a loophole somewhere in the safe house?
What if Odin did the opposite, and after noticing they had set up a safe house, personally led people to search for loopholes and break through the defense line?
If he didn’t witness the results with his own eyes, Grimm couldn’t even sleep peacefully.
After all, even though he could stalemate with Odin and a bunch of monsters in Niflheim for decades without eating or drinking, he would still get hurt, bleed, and grow tired.
As an ordinary person, he could not yet shake off the weakness of needing to sleep.
Whoosh!
The Einherjar let out sharp screams, arriving in an instant against the violent wind and breaking through the rain curtain, like two frantic, pouncing black evil gales.
The rune lights on the Viking battleaxes and short swords they held flickered, and they chanted unknown ancient magical incantations in their mouths, exuding astonishing fluctuations under the overflowing divine aura…
But in Grimm’s eyes, those were merely signs that the alchemical domain on their equipment was being stimulated and their own Word Spirit was activating.
They were old opponents of several decades; he was extremely familiar with whatever flashy tricks this kind of trash had!
“Who the fuck allowed you guys to howl? And howling so ugly at that, all of you, get silenced!”
Grimm gave a low shout, activating administrator privileges.
Mantras and spells seemingly originating from primordial times were uttered from his mouth, spreading in all directions.
In an instant, an invisible domain expanded outward with himself at the center.
“——!”
The guys opposite instantly looked like they had been muted.
The surging and flowing magic formulas stagnated and dissipated, the rune lights on their weapons extinguished within a breath, and even the divine aura wrapping around their bodies dimmed down.
The situation immediately reversed!
After all, things like combat are very cruel.
It was enough to just allow one side to use their abilities normally.
This time it was Grimm’s turn to charge forward in big strides.
He swung his large saber to parry away the axe blades with one hand, while punching to block an attack from the side with the other.
Then with a stepping side kick, he easily blasted the nearest Einherjar away!
The ferocious offensive parted the misty water vapor in the air, and even blew away a layer of conspicuous annular air waves…
It was utterly the posture of a father beating his son, a grandfather beating his grandson, and back then, whatever mooks brutally beating up Ishtar.
The twin goddesses also finally had no choice but to stop their argument and come over to watch the battle.
Ishtar’s beautiful eyes flickered, “Speaking of which, those pupils… are they golden-tier Mystic Eyes? What is the effect?”
Ereshkigal shook her head, “Not necessarily. It might just be a change in eye color when power is stimulated. The more important focus we need to pay attention to is the ‘domain’ around him that rewrites the rules of reality.”
“I already know that.”
Ishtar said with narrowed eyes, “According to human magic, that great mystery that rewrites the world with one’s own laws… is called a Reality Marble.”
This man didn’t look like a descendant of gods, nor did he look like someone who properly practiced the magical path.
Was this Reality Marble capable of dissolving mysteries the result of his own research, and his reliance for resisting the god Odin?
That previous method of bursting with overloaded magic circuits was tantamount to suicide for ordinary magicians, but as for him?
He recovered in three minutes?
Even Phantasmal Beasts wouldn’t dare to mess around like this easily—Phantasmal Beasts also had similar structures (Return to the Age of Gods, equivalent to an Age of Gods version of magic circuits), and once overloaded, it was no different from self-detonation.
“But if we switch to Phantasmal Beasts, the ‘Fairy Domain’ carried by A-Ray class fairies actually has the same principle as a Reality Marble, and is even closer to what Grimm displayed!”
Even in terms of magical knowledge, Ereshkigal did not yield at all.
Although the knowledge she was showing off actually came from this possessed vessel, a mature single young woman with excellent magical aptitude named Tohsaka Rin.
“Oh, it sounds like you know him very well? But you actually only arrived a few days earlier than me.” Ishtar’s tone was still infuriating.
Ereshkigal let out a soft hmph, toying with her bright golden hair, “Ah yes, yes, yes, I don’t know him that well either, but… anyway, I know him better than you.”
“Is that so? I’m starting to get interested in him.”
Ishtar said intentionally or unintentionally, like an ill-intentioned, invisible provocation.
Sure enough, even if forced to serve time together in Niflheim, she ultimately couldn’t bear to peacefully coexist with the gloomy woman.
“What do you mean?”
“Hehe, ‘gloomy me’, you shouldn’t fail to understand my style, right? Once there is a treasure I’ve set my eyes on, I am the type to seize it without hesitation! ——Of course you don’t have to care, I was just casually mentioning it.”
“Still that old trick of snatching men to use as toys? You’re daydreaming, Grimm won’t look at you. If you want to humiliate yourself, suit yourself…”
Ereshkigal said so, but the smile in the depths of her eyes was gone.
…
Under Ereshkigal’s technical blessings, Grimm won exceptionally easily.
Afterwards, he drew more wild monsters to test other performances of the safe house, and didn’t find any loopholes.
But his brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and a trace of gloom between his brows remained pooled and undispelled, resembling dissatisfaction and worry.
“Is there still an omission in what I set up?” Ereshkigal looked very concerned, her hands crossed against her chest.
“No, very good, Ereshkigal, you did wonderfully. It’s that I found out there’s a problem with myself!”
Grimm shook his head.
He flipped his hand to take out his horizontal saber, while his other hand held a Viking battleaxe and short sword commonly used by Odin’s minions.
The Hengdao was obviously scavenged from somewhere else and re-refined, and it had nothing to do with the beheading saber used to assassinate Odin—
After all, it had clashed head-on with gungnir at high intensity, and obviously the damage to the beheading saber was no less than that of the Hengdao.
As for its end, it could be considered a ‘heroic martyrdom’, contributing to the great cause of slaying dragons.
Grimm pointed at the several prominent gaps and cracks on the Hengdao and said, “The equipment of Odin’s lackeys is getting more and more sophisticated, and we cannot go on like this.”
Although they could follow the usual low-tier mindset:
The so-called “We have no guns and no cannons, the enemy makes them for us!” Directly picking up and using weapons from Odin’s side, while constantly observing, learning, and improving one’s own Alchemy crafting level.
However, associating this with Odin’s abnormal actions today, Grimm suspected that the opposing side was still plotting something nasty—
For instance, Odin might use the current level of weapon equipping to cause misjudgment on their side, and then when the next wave of clashes came, suddenly upgrade from a bird gun to a cannon, switching to the latest generation with crushing performance.
For another example, Niflheim had not seen any other living people for decades, and these past few days Odin suddenly dragged two people in, could it be that he wanted to increase his subordinates?
Grimm pondered, if that were the case, wouldn’t he fall into a major disadvantage?
Thinking carefully, if that situation were deduced further, it would become Odin’s equipment technology completely crushing them, manpower and military force completely crushing them, and strength still completely crushing them…
Holy crap!
As soon as he thought of this, Grimm felt terrible all over, his fingertips trembling, his nerves tense, and cold sweat inadvertently dripping from his neck.
If he didn’t boost his Alchemy level or other aspects today, he wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully at all!
“In short… I need more systematic Alchemy knowledge! This is currently the most prominent and urgent need!”
Grimm clenched his fist and struck his palm, saying.
He ultimately tended to learn Alchemy.
Since his Word Spirit was Precepts, being able to barely avoid being instantly killed by Odin under the Blood Rage state showed that his bloodline was not low.
Would he, like the Watcher, be a born Alchemy prodigy?
“As for Alchemy, I can teach you, oh!”
Ishtar tossed her beautiful hair, stepped forward and said confidently, as if she had premeditated it.
In the Type-Moon world, Alchemy could also be considered a “prominent study” in the field of magecraft, with an extremely wide range of applications, and related props and products were even a “hot market”.
The Einzbern doll possessed by Ishtar—although her family specialized more in the production of alchemical dolls, they definitely lacked no basic knowledge; going to the Clock Tower to moonlight as a senior lecturer and guide children of veteran families like Muzhik would be more than enough.
In her view, Grimm asking for basic knowledge made him undoubtedly an outright layman.
Can you possibly understand Alchemy better than me?