IMUC-CHAPTER 203 HALL OF HEROES

"A Pegasus capable of flying thousands of miles a day and enhancing divine power? If we had such horses on my home Earth, we probably wouldn't need to build trains and high-speed rails."

"Is this Asgard's duel training ground? It's truly vast and spectacular, even more so than Earth's Olympic Stadium. It truly lives up to the name."

Kyle's face displayed a mix of awe and admiration as he looked at various things, he looked like a country bumpkin encountering the wonders of the world. This expression pleased Fieldre, the deputy leading him on the tour of Asgard.

"And there are even more extraordinary things. Come, I'll show you around other places."

Busy with his introductions, driven by a mix of pride and vanity, Fieldre wished he could lead Kyle to explore every corner of Asgard, allowing him to broaden his horizons and truly appreciate the immortality and greatness of Asgard.

After passing through residential streets, a horse field, and a training square, Fieldre and Kyle ventured deeper into Asgard. They soon arrived at what seemed like a temple for worshipping gods.

The path leading to the temple was paved with pristine white square bricks, completely spotless. Fire pans were symmetrically placed on both sides of the road at five-meter intervals, with flames burning brightly. The entire temple, constructed from pure white bricks, exuded a sacred aura, framed by a waterfall at the edge of the ground.

Two towering gatekeepers in golden armor stood motionless in front of the temple. Faint voices of many young Asgardians emanated from inside the temple, occasionally accompanied by a subtle milky-white radiance that flew out from the top of the temple, disappearing into the resplendent starry sky.

Fieldre was simply passing by the main road with Kyle. Initially, Kyle didn't pay much attention, but suddenly, as if sensing something keenly, he stopped in his tracks on the road in front of the temple. His eyes, sparkling, were fixed on the temple exuding an ancient atmosphere.

"General Fieldre, what is this place?" Kyle asked curiously.

"This is Asgard's Hall of Heroes," Fieldre replied, his gaze fixed on the temple, filled with unwavering faith and reverence. "It's also known as the Sanctum where the gods bestow their power upon us, the heavenly soldiers."

"Hall of Heroes," Kyle mused, a glint of enlightenment passing through his eyes. He turned to Fieldre with a smile. "General Fieldre, may I enter the Hall of Heroes to have a look? Just a glimpse. I also want to see what it feels like up close."

"Well… according to the rules, only soldiers of Asgard have the qualification to enter the Hall of Heroes…" Fieldre's tone was hesitant, his face showing signs of difficulty.

Just moments ago, he didn't hesitate to enter Asgard's military training grounds and sparring arenas. However, he hesitated for a full five seconds now.

Finally, under Kyle's expectant gaze, Fieldre gritted his teeth and agreed. "But since you are His Highness Thor's esteemed guest and are able to set foot in Asgard, I'll make an exception this time. Remember, just a look, and don't touch anything else!"

"Of course," Kyle replied with a casual smile, nodding in agreement.

Now that Fieldre had made a decision, he no longer hesitated. He directly led Kyle towards the entrance of the Hall of Heroes.

Before they could step over the threshold of the main gate, the golden guardian at the door raised his axe, the clash of the axe heads producing a crisp clang of gold and iron, barring the two from entering the Hall of Heroes.

"Stand aside. I am Fieldre, the deputy under Thor, and I intend to enter the Hall of Heroes." Fieldre boldly presented his identification badge. Upon seeing it, the golden guardian swiftly raised his long-handled axe and stood guard like a statue once again.

Inside the Hall of Heroes, the flickering flames cast a gentle radiance, illuminating the grand hall. Kyle raised his eyes slightly, and what he saw were golden sculptures of Odin wielding the eternal spear and riding an eight-legged horse.

In the corners of the hall were other gods, all in postures of bending down, holding large spheres.

Dozens of Asgardian youths, regardless of gender, were dressed in simple white robes. They diligently and faithfully worshipped the statue of Odin, their faces solemn as they cautiously reached out to touch the spheres in various corners.

Even if the youths noticed the arrival of Kyle and Fieldre, they paid no attention to them. They were immersed in the sacred ceremony of the temple.

"At the age of sixteen, Asgardian commoners go through the coming-of-age ceremony and enter the Hall of Heroes. This is not only a necessary ritual but also a process of inheriting the blessing of divine power," Fieldre explained in a low voice.

Just as Kyle was watching, a young girl reached out to touch one of the spheres. A faint milky light blinked, bathing her body, and the blessing of divine power manifested on the surface of her body, going from nonexistent to tangible.

"These spheres represent different divine powers – the power of Thor, the power of the Fire God, the power of Light, and so on. Every Asgardian commoner can attempt to touch and sense them. Depending on the affinity with different divine powers, one can receive the corresponding blessings and empowerment."

After Fieldre explained this, Kyle had a sudden realization, finally understanding how Asgardian soldiers obtained their divine powers.

Each God was like a power source of divine energy. In their lifetime, they stored their own divine power here in the Hall of Heroes, waiting for others to come and perceive it.

As Kyle circled around the hall of the Hall of Heroes, he was surprised to find a corner that seemed out of place. Both the statue and the legacy sphere were covered with black cloth, dust accumulating from the passage of time, starkly contrasting with the purity around it.

"Don't linger here," Fieldre reached out to pull Kyle and warned in a low voice, "That's the legacy point of the power of death. Ordinary people are now forbidden to perceive it."

"Power of death…" Kyle pondered. He was well aware of the reason behind this.

The Death Goddess, Hela, Thor's sister, who was banished to Hel by Odin for her over-ambition, losing her divine status in the process.

Just then, a dazzling lightning bolt erupted from the Thor legacy point, enveloping a young man's body. The beam reached up to the ceiling of the Hall of Heroes, illuminating the hall brightly.

This scene elicited astonishment and envy from the other dozen or so youths.

"Wow, incredible. Our Thor army has gained another embryo that can be trained into a god. Each Asgardian has a different affinity for divine power. Some can only channel Thor's power to train their bodies, while others can wield divine power for themselves," Fieldre praised while explaining the situation.

"General Fieldre, you're certainly the latter," Kyle smiled.

"Indeed," Fieldre proudly puffed up his chest. "When I first comprehended My Prince Thor's power, I was able to summon a divine light column with a radius of two and a half meters. Even His Highness Thor was amazed."

Kyle circled around and finally stopped in front of the legacy sphere of the Fire God's power. He felt a strange resonance between this sphere and the divine power within his body.

"A long time ago, the Fire God was born in the universe… Could he have left something here?" Kyle pondered.

Seeing his unusual reaction, Fieldre walked up, surprised. "What's wrong? It's about time for us to leave."

"General Fieldre, can I try to perceive this?" Kyle pointed to the sphere in front of him, asking with a serious expression.

"You?" Fieldre was taken aback, then burst into laughter. "It's not that you're not allowed to perceive it, it's just that you humans simply cannot perceive divine power. Or rather, out of all life forms in the entire universe, only the Asgardians, the faithful citizens who are devoted to the gods, can receive the blessings of our divine power."

"Well, then there is no harm in letting me try." Kyle shrugged as he spoke. Under Fieldre's puzzled gaze, he reached out his right hand and touched the sphere of the Fire God's power.

(End of this chapter)

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