It proves that you should never offend a woman concerned with her beauty.
The three-hundred-year-old feud over her hair caused Sif to unleash 120% of her power.
The sharp blade transformed into countless flashes of cold light, forcing Loki to retreat repeatedly, giving him no chance to catch his breath.
However, Loki, a mage, was exceptionally agile.
Under such fierce assault, Loki managed to evade most of the attacks purely by footwork, and could even wield the Gungnir, fighting back and forth with Sif, the Goddess of War.
Yet, for some reason, Loki felt that the blade of the sword always seemed to be aiming, intentionally or unintentionally, at his hair.
Sif raised her longsword and thrust at Loki again.
This time, Loki did not dodge. The blade passed straight through his body without obstruction, and his figure gradually blurred and dispersed.
"Oh no!"
Sif cursed inwardly, knowing this was Loki's signature illusion magic.
Sure enough, Loki's true form suddenly materialized beside Sif. The Gungnir flashed, and an energy beam struck her, sending her flying to crash heavily against the great hall wall!
This impact alone would ensure the grudge between the two would continue for at least a few hundred more years.
Having dealt with a few of the Asgardians, Loki turned his gaze towards Du Mu, sneering.
"Now all that's left is you, you damn mortal."
Zzz!
Without a word, Loki raised the Gungnir and fired an energy beam at Du Mu!
Du Mu rolled sideways to avoid the attack, and two exquisitely crafted daggers materialized in his hands.
Yes, that's right—Loki's two daggers.
Don't ask Du Mu how he acquired them; just assume he forgot to turn off the auto-loot function.
"Those are my daggers! You thief!"
Loki was enraged. No wonder he couldn't find his daggers that day—this scoundrel had taken them.
"These are clearly my daggers," Du Mu denied stubbornly.
"Nonsense! My name is engraved on the daggers!"
Du Mu looked down and saw that Loki's name was indeed on the blade. He immediately erupted in fury: "How dare you engrave your name on my daggers? You're asking for death!"
Loki: "..."
I may be a liar, but you're just spouting blatant nonsense with your eyes wide open!
In the next moment, Du Mu's body surged forward, brandishing the twin daggers and charging straight at Loki.
These two daggers were forged from a special metal and were incredibly sharp; they could easily pierce the flesh of even Thor, who possessed divine power.
Loki knew their lethality and absolutely dared not meet them head-on, quickly swinging the Gungnir to parry.
Clang!
The dagger blades struck the spear shaft, producing a crisp collision sound!
Loki felt a massive force transmit from the dagger, stinging the web of skin between his thumb and forefinger and almost making him drop the Gungnir.
What does this guy eat? How is he so strong!
Loki swore inwardly, realizing he couldn't match Du Mu in brute strength. He snorted, "A brute with nothing but strength! Let me show you the power of a mage!"
The moment his voice fell, Loki's figure blurred and wavered.
In the blink of an eye, several identical Lokis appeared out of thin air, densely surrounding Du Mu.
Each Loki held the Gungnir, sporting that signature wicked smile, making it impossible to distinguish the real one with the naked eye.
"Hahahaha!"
The Lokis burst into loud laughter, trying to disrupt Du Mu's judgment.
However, Du Mu possessed Fiery Golden Eyes, capable of seeing through all illusions.
In Du Mu's sight, the real Loki was hunched over, walking on the tips of his toes like a thief, sneaking stealthily behind him. The Gungnir in his hand was poised, clearly intending to deliver a blow to the kidney.
So mages resorting to illusion magic drop their dignity like this?
Du Mu mocked him internally but pretended to be oblivious.
The moment Loki drew close, he decisively used his newly acquired skill.
"Flashlight Spell!"
Instantly, an extremely dazzling, pure white light emanated from his body, like several flashbangs detonating at close range!
Loki was intently focused on Du Mu's lower back, his eyes wide open, completely unguarded as he took in the full force of the brilliant light!
"Agh! My eyes!!"
Loki screamed in agony, clutching his eyes in pain.
He stumbled backward, his voice laced with shock: "This is the aura of magic! You're a mage too!?"
"Impressive! I can't believe I hid myself so well, yet you saw right through me!"
Du Mu nodded.
Putting everything else aside, Loki's insight was indeed good.
Seeing Loki blinded, Du Mu immediately activated the passive ability to "beat a dog while it's down," wildly attacking Loki with the twin daggers.
Loki forcibly opened his red and swollen eyes, frantically wielding the Gungnir to block.
The two exchanged more than a dozen blows with their cold weapons.
In the end, Loki was no match for Du Mu. He was left with several bloody cuts from the daggers and was immediately knocked flying by a charge from Du Mu, ending this battle between mages.
"Enough!"
Loki roared.
His eyes turned blood red, his skin gradually shifted to an icy blue, and peculiar markings appeared on his face.
At the same time, a cube radiating a faint, deep blue light appeared in his hand out of thin air.
The Frost Giants' family heirloom, the Casket of Ancient Winters!
This was the artifact Loki had stolen from the Asgardian Vault.
Legend has it that the Casket of Ancient Winters possessed the power to freeze the Nine Realms, and only those with the purest Frost Giant bloodline could wield it.
Loki met the criteria, and in exchange for allowing the Frost Giants to invade Asgard, he had already received instructions on how to operate the artifact from his birth father, Laufey.
He activated the Casket without hesitation.
In an instant, a visible, bone-chilling cold energy surged out from the Casket.
Where the cold air passed, the air made cracking, freezing sounds, and the ground instantly solidified into thick, eerie blue ice, spreading rapidly!
Du Mu could tell this cold energy was extraordinary and decisively retreated.
"BT!"
Du Mu's voice rang out.
BT, with an understanding born of close proximity, dropped the Mjolnir, scooped Du Mu into its embrace, and its leg thrusters flared, launching it into the air to escape the rapidly expanding field of ice.
Loki was about to give chase when he noticed the Mjolnir on the ground suddenly trembling violently!
Following that, the Mjolnir seemed to be pulled by an invisible, massive force, suddenly transforming into a silver streak of light that whistled through the air toward the entrance of the great hall.
There, Thor, who had been lying on the ground, his eyes tightly shut, suddenly snapped them open. He raised his right hand and precisely caught the flying Mjolnir.
BOOM!
Accompanied by the roar of thunder, dazzling lightning burst from the hammer's handle, enveloping Thor.
Like a magical girl transforming, Thor was bathed in holy light, and a magnificent suit of armor materialized on his body.
In moments, Thor's appearance had completely changed. His wounds vanished without a trace, and the blood and dust covering him were wiped clean, making him look as if he had just taken a bath and had his hair blown dry.
Thor felt the divine power that had returned to his body, and a surging emotion welled up in his heart!
He unconsciously raised the hammer and shouted loudly, "I am Thor, the God of Thunder, for the glory of the Northern Gods!"
Loki: "..."
Oh no, I think my brother's brain is broken.