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[Flame Power]

Asgard does not have a sun god. There isn't one officially recognized by the God King, nor is there one in the Norse folklore. This is mainly because the symbolism of the sun is too grand, much like Odin's god name "sky," which ordinary Asgardians can't claim.

Forseti said this simply to intimidate.

He pointed at Shilut and repeated coldly, "Put that child down, or I guarantee you won't leave here alive."

Chief Kronan gritted his teeth, his eyes flickering with indecision. Finally, he snorted, "Hmph, judging by your appearance, you must have just woken up from a long sleep. If I'm not mistaken, you should be very weak now."

Forseti replied, "On the contrary, I am much stronger than before I fell asleep. If it weren't for the child in your hands, you would be a pile of rubble now."

Chief Kronan was silent for a moment, then said, "We have no intention of harming this child. But he is clearly one of our clan, and we must bring him back."

"Harming?" Forseti asked angrily, referring to Shilut's missing arms.

He hadn't tested Shilut's abilities before, so he was genuinely concerned about the boy's missing arms.

Chief Kronan responded, "His arms can obviously regenerate. What kind of damage is that? If you consider it harm, what about our soldiers who were seriously injured or killed by him?"

"He wouldn't attack people without reason. You intruded on my resting place, and it's your own fault," Forseti said. "Besides, this child is not a Kronan; I created him."

"If you and he are truly of the same race, can you regenerate limbs and eat stones as well?"

Chief Kronan and the Elder Kronan exchanged glances. The Elder stepped forward and said, "This child is very important to our clan. We must take him, but we can promise not to harm him and to provide him with food and drink."

Chief Kronan added in a harsh tone, "This is our final offer. Otherwise, we fight! Even if we can't defeat you, we can still take the child with us."

Forseti was silent, clenching his fists. After a while, he exhaled and made a conciliatory gesture. "Fine, I don't want him hurt... But where are you taking him? Is it still in Vanaheim, or to Jotunheim?"

Chief Kronan sighed in relief but then frowned. "Jotunheim? Why would we go to Jotunheim?"

Forseti raised his head and gestured. "So, that Frost Giant isn't with you?"

"The Frost Giant?!" Chief Kronan was taken aback, instinctively turning his head.

Forseti seized the opportunity, an arrow of light flew out, and his right hand, pointed like a knife, interweaved holy light and flames.

Holy Light Strike!

In the small stone house, the distance was minimal. In a flash, Forseti's attack struck Chief Kronan's wrist.

"Crack!"

With all his might, Forseti nearly severed Chief Kronan's hand. He grabbed Shilut with his other hand, turned, and delivered a powerful kick.

"Boom!"

Chief Kronan was kicked out, knocking over several Kronans, causing chaos.

"Buzz!" Shilut buzzed with excitement after being freed and reunited with Forseti.

Forseti smiled and tilted his head. "Stand here and don't move."

"Buzz!"

Forseti turned, shielding Shilut, and reached for his waist, drawing the Fist of Verigan from his Sanctuary space.

His body had grown significantly, and the Fist of Verigan, once tailored for him, now seemed lighter and smaller but still suitable for use as a one-handed hammer.

Forseti glared at Chief Kronan, who was getting up, holding his injured hand. Forseti's voice was filled with killing intent. "It's time for you to pay the price."

As he spoke, he clenched his right hand, and with a "bang," the Fist of Verigan ignited into a huge flame, transforming into a flaming fireball.

Though the Fist of Verigan itself had a flame enchantment, this was more than that; it was the divine power Forseti awakened, the power of fire.

Is this what it feels like to have divine power?

Feeling the strong, fiery energy within him, Forseti was exhilarated, sensing flames coursing through his blood.

The Kronans were shocked and angry, but they were more than a dozen strong and finally took a fighting stance.

In the confined space of the stone house, Forseti, with his back to the wall, faced only two or three Kronans at a time, giving him a strategic advantage.

Judgment!

Holy Light Strike!

With these basic paladin attacks, Forseti quickly decimated half of the dozen Kronans.

Fearful, Chief Kronan ordered a retreat, leading the remaining Kronans to flee.

The corpses of several Kronans blocked the small room, hindering Forseti's pursuit. He immediately slammed the ground with his warhammer.

Sword of Justice!

Sword of Justice!

Two consecutive strikes pierced Chief Kronan, first through his legs and then his crotch, killing him instantly and reducing him to rubble.

The remaining Kronans fled, and Forseti, too lazy to chase, let them go.

Standing at the door, Forseti took a deep breath of fresh air, then opened his arms, his body engulfed in flames, bathing in the fire.

Forseti closed his eyes, feeling the divine power surging within him.

The so-called divine power is akin to the Aesir's version of superpower, but with superior characteristics.

For instance, divine power can generate energy similar to mana, strengthening power and enabling special spellcasting. Divine blessing is one example.

However, such blessings usually require third-order divine power. Forseti's was only first-order, far from enough for blessings.

Intoxicated by the experience of first obtaining divine power, the flames on Forseti's body continued to burn.

These flames were far hotter than ordinary fire, lethal even to the Aesir. But as the flame's master, he felt no pain, only warmth and comfort.

After a while, Forseti, still intoxicated, suddenly realized a problem...

His underwear was burnt to ashes.