"Laufey, do you dare to fight me!"
In the midst of the battle, Loki's gaze locked onto Laufey, challenging him to a fight.
Firstly, he wanted to settle things with his biological father.
Secondly, he sought revenge for being exiled and hunted in Alfheim.
"Get lost! I'm not interested in you!"
Laufey fiercely swung the sword in his hand behind him, and with a clang, ripples spread through the air.
Loki's sneak attack on Laufey with Gungnir was discovered and blocked by Laufey.
After repelling Loki, Laufey did not pursue the advantage, nor did he even acknowledge him. He merely stared intently at Lucas in the distance, shouting loudly, yet his voice was bone-chillingly cold.
"Lucas, fight me! I will wash away the shame of Jotunheim, I will reclaim the glory of the Frost Giants!"
"As you wish."
Lucas narrowed his eyes, stared at Laufey, and then flew into the distance.
He wanted to move away from the Asgardian elites clashing in the center of the battlefield, to prevent the aftershocks of their fight from affecting them.
However, Laufey, not adhering to honor, took out the casket of ancient winters from his mouth as Lucas turned and flew into the distance.
The casket of ancient winters was aimed at Lucas, and a white cold current surged out, shooting towards him. Along the path of the white cold current, the moisture in the air froze into frost, falling like snow.
Shield of the Seraphim!
Lucas turned around, his right hand extended flat. Sparks flashed, and a golden energy shield inscribed with mysterious runes formed, blocking in front of him.
The cold current blasted against the Shield of the Seraphim, unable to budge it in the slightest. But the escaping cold current further lowered the temperature of the battlefield.
This cold was even more bone-chilling than winter in the south. Even the Asgardian elite warriors, whose physiques far exceeded ordinary people, found it difficult to endure.
Before long, a layer of frost condensed on the surface of their armor. Their exposed skin and body hair also froze, as if growing sharp spikes. With slightly larger movements, the spikes would cut their skin.
Suddenly, the Asgardian warriors' movements became somewhat stiff, and their coordination became chaotic.
The original crushing advantage was reduced to a minor one.
Energy Absorption!
Lucas, with a slight guidance, drew the magic power from the cold current, devouring it completely. But the temperature still didn't rise, and everyone already felt extremely cold.
Temperature is essentially a measure of the average kinetic energy of molecules within an object.
Lucas absorbing the surrounding magic power could only slow down the cooling effect of the casket of ancient winters. He would have to actively provide energy to heat the surrounding air to achieve a warming effect.
Given Lucas's personality, he disliked such a losing proposition.
But fortunately, someone else didn't mind.
Seeing Lucas make his move, Sindr's hunting instincts were piqued. She had suffered two defeats in her two internal conflicts with her allies. Now, she needed an object to establish her authority and re-assert her status.
On the ice, fierce flames appeared out of nowhere, igniting spontaneously, taking the form of a phoenix. It bypassed the Shield of the Seraphim and attacked Lucas.
With the fire phoenix upon him, Lucas remained calm, simply blowing a gentle breath forward. A powerful current of air surged, turning the air into countless sharp blades, which flayed and dismembered the fire phoenix into scattered sparks, then blew them away, landing on the Asgardian warriors.
The flames burned, and the Asgardian warriors' body temperatures rose slightly. However, compared to before, it had still dropped a notch.
Laufey, at this moment, still hadn't stopped using the casket of ancient winters to create the cold current
Bang!
The air exploded with a loud bang as Lucas, shield in hand, charged through the cold current, transforming into a golden stream of light heading towards Laufey.
The next instant, the Shield of the Seraphim vanished, and a silver-glowing fist pierced through the white cold current, appearing before Laufey's eyes.
The fist rapidly grew larger in Laufey's eyes, especially in his right eye.
So fast!
Laufey, unable to react, was sent flying backward, gliding thousands of meters across the ice, and with a crash, slammed into an iceberg formed by waves.
It hurts!
It hurts a lot!
It hurts terribly!
Only then did Laufey react, feeling the intense pain coming from his right eye. This pain was like a drill piercing his heart, like a stick stirring his brain matter.
The injury wasn't severe, so why did it hurt so much?
Laufey had no time to ponder as another force came from his abdomen. He was sent flying backward again, completely away from the central battlefield.
"It seems cold weapons are quite formidable too."
Among the spectators on the shore, someone whispered.
Soon, someone refuted him, "Don't let their lively fighting fool you, only about ten people have died. If we used hot weapons for saturation bombardment, there wouldn't be many people left on the battlefield right now."
"So, should we take this opportunity to carpet bomb them and wipe them all out here? I heard that although this battle is only a small-scale one, fifty against fifty, the high-ranking officials of Asgard, as well as those Frost Giants, Fire Demons, Dark Elves, and Angels—their five factions' top brass are basically all here, and that..."
"Watch your words!"
Before the person could finish, he was sharply interrupted
"Establishing diplomatic relations with Asgard, using it as a stepping stone to the Universe, was a decision made by the United Nations."
"The five permanent council members all agreed. What? Do you have an objection?"
The person next to him also quickly reminded him in a low voice, "Some super-powered individuals have excellent hearing. Even though we are far away from them here, they can still hear what we say."
The person mumbled, lowered his head, and said no more. However, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
A moment later, without the spectators noticing, that person quietly left.
"Who is this person?"
Without that person's knowledge, Lucas followed the source of malice and pinpointed them.
There were many people on Earth who harbored ill will towards him, including some New Yorkers. However, these people were mostly ordinary individuals who didn't know Lucas's identity.
Firstly, they wouldn't appear in this place, and secondly, they wouldn't recognize him.
But this person had magical fluctuations, and her resentment was extremely concentrated. Clearly, she knew Lucas's identity and was targeting him.
Lucas observed her, and after she left the crowd and returned to a community, she transformed into a professional woman in a suit.
Lucas, while casually tormenting Laufey to vent, recalled the energy signature on this person.
Darkhold!
And dark energy!
Lucas was quite familiar with this aura.
Back then, when he first obtained the darkhold, he too was inseparable from it, reading day and night.
It wasn't until he went to the Flickering Realm and caused trouble for Chthon that the darkhold in his hand dissipated on its own.
Agatha?
After roughly guessing this person's identity, Lucas withdrew his attention, leaving only a wisp of his mind to observe.
He planned to talk to her after he finished his current tasks. He wanted to ask her why she harbored such deep resentment towards him.
Loki and Sindr also went to a place far from the center of the battlefield to engage in combat.
Although Loki tried his best to entangle her, using various spells, there was still a significant disparity in combat power between the two sides, and Loki could only barely hold on with Gungnir.
On the other side, the Angel Queen saw that Asgard's high-end combat power was all drawn away, and no one was paying attention to her.
She immediately grinned, flapped her wings, and flew towards the Asgardian squad's battle formation.
In an instant, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
The Angel Queen swung her longsword, unmatched by any opponent. The sword's edge was irresistible, a graze would wound, a clash would kill.
"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!"
The Angel Queen laughed heartily, enjoying the thrill of slaughtering Asgardian elites.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this, Balder, Sif, and The Warriors Three exchanged glances and tacitly surrounded her together.
Sif and the other four left the battle formation to encircle the Angel Queen, causing Asgard's squad combat power to drop once again.
For a time, they fought the Four Realms allied army to a standstill.
However, besides the squad skirmish, Thor and Surtur, Loki and Sindr, and Sif and her four companions against the Angel Queen—in these three battlefields, Asgard was at a disadvantage.
Among them, the battle involving Sif and her four companions was the most perilous.
In just a short moment, Hogun, one of The Warriors Three, was wounded by the Angel Queen's longsword.