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Inside the Winter Fortress.

A giant maze.

The black ice walls kept moving and reassembling, trying to trap the intruders inside.

The corridor floor will turn into an abyss without warning, and countless deadly icicles will fall from the ceiling.

However, all of this was meaningless to Xiu En, who had transformed into a golden stream of light.

Divine power formed a protective shield around his body, allowing him to move forward in a straight line. Any ice walls, traps, or energy turbulence in front of him were instantly vaporized before they even reached him.

"Boom—" "Rumble—"

He forcibly carved out a path of destruction in the maze.

Just as Xiu En was about to crash into another ice wall in front of him, his forward momentum paused slightly.

He clearly sensed that one of the thicker branches of the dense network of energy pipelines throughout the fortress had suddenly gone out.

The sense of oppression and energy density in the entire space showed signs of discontinuity and collapse.

"Good job, Peter."

The unexpected damage to the energy node clearly threw the master of this massive war machine into a brief period of chaos.

The throne, which had been focused on Xiu En's berserk will, wavered and became distracted for a moment.

Its attention was drawn to the insignificant little bug outside the fortress.

For Xiu En, the enemy's momentary lapse in concentration was almost equivalent to exposing his back to him completely.

"Chance."

Xiu En no longer held anything back.

The golden divine fire that had been merely attached to the surface of the body suddenly contracted inward.

His entire projection transformed into a golden light spike, locking onto the final convergence point of the fortress's energy flow: the central core area where the throne was located.

Then, he moved.

Time seemed to stretch out at that moment.

The golden light spikes ignored space and distance, ignored all the ice walls and magic arrays that blocked their way, and pierced through the remaining half of the fortress maze.

As the golden light faded, Xiu En appeared in a vast, empty circular hall.

Directly in front of him was a massive throne made of ice.

On the throne, the withered figure slowly turned his head, which had been distracted, back towards him.

Laufey slowly raised her head, and beneath her blurred face, her empty eyes, burning with gray-black flames, locked onto Hugh.

On the armrest of the throne, the Frost Spear broke free from the ice.

It was forged entirely from jet-black solid ice, and the tip of the spear was imbued with a chilling aura powerful enough to freeze a world in perpetual stillness.

It shot at Shuen.

Xiu En merely swayed, leaving an afterimage behind.

"Bang!"

The Frost Spear whistled past, piercing through Xiu En's afterimage and embedding itself in the thick ice wall behind him, freezing the hard black ice there into a deathly white, charred mess.

The chill even seeped through the ice, spreading wildly downwards.

Laufey's gaze sharpened slightly, clearly surprised that Hugh had dodged its killing move.

On that blurred face, the gray-black flames of Fimbulb's Winter suddenly swelled.

However, in the brief moment when Laufey was regrouping his strength, another roar echoed throughout Winterhold.

That was another pillar of energy, which shattered from afar, its brilliance vanishing abruptly.

"Boom!"

As energy dissipated, a corner of the runic array revolving around the throne within the fortress went out once more.

"Great job, Peter!"

Shuen's praises echoed in the throne room.

Laufey's will clearly experienced a second significant breakdown.

The pain of energy loss, coupled with Peter's blow, brought its rage to a fever pitch.

A surge of chaotic and destructive will suddenly spread out, attempting to reconnect to the node that Peter had just destroyed.

But its true form remains firmly imprisoned on the throne.

It is ultimately not an energy entity.

It is limited by that distorted obsession.

Constrained by the throne.

Shuen gave it no further chance to catch its breath.

His gaze was like lightning as he looked at the core of the throne!

That massive energy core that extends from the base of the fortress and is deeply embedded in the throne!

This is the core driving force behind the entire Fimbulb Winter!

Xiu En's figure transformed into a dazzling golden streak of light once again, faster and more powerful than before.

Ignoring Laufey's frost spear, which had reassembled but was too late to fire, he lunged directly at the very bottom of the throne!

The energy core embedded deep within the throne was severed.

It is made entirely of ice, but its interior is filled with energy that is even denser than that of a magic array.

It was caught by Xiu'en's golden hands, struggling to break free from this erosion, but ultimately in vain.

"I've finally found you."

Xiu Enjin gripped the central point with his palm, which was shimmering with golden light, and smiled happily.

A surge of dark gray energy rushed up his arm, attempting to erode his body.

But when these energies came into contact with the golden divine fire flowing over his body, they reacted as if they had encountered a natural enemy, emitting sharp, mournful cries.

"It feels good and has plenty of energy, but it has a lot of impurities."

Xiu En weighed the energy core in his hand.

Just then, the tip of the Frost Spear finally turned around, transforming into a black streak of light, carrying a freezing concept even more deadly than before, and pierced straight into Xiu En's back.

This was Laufey's last-ditch effort.

"Do you still want to try to save it?"

Xiu En casually stretched his right hand behind him, his five fingers spread open.

A lukewarm golden flame ignited in his palm.

The black streak of light arrived in an instant.

The moment the tip of the Frost Spear touched the ball of golden flame, it felt as if it had plunged into a ball of infinitely sticky maltose.

No matter how much it vibrated, it could not move forward an inch, nor could it break free.

Xiu En gently twisted his wrist.

The Frost Spear obediently fell into his palm.

At this moment, Xiu En held the still-pulsating energy core in his left hand and the Frost Spear, which had become like an ordinary iron rod, in his right hand. He held the two items side by side in front of his eyes and examined them carefully.

It provides a constant stream of negative energy and has a pungent smell.

The other one is hard in texture and contains the concept of ending, like a top-quality kitchen knife that has not yet been sharpened.

"The knife and batteries are all here."

Xiu En nodded in satisfaction.

"I just don't know if it's better to stew them together or to cook them separately for better taste."

On the throne, Laufey, the embodiment of Fimbulb Winter, had the gray-black flames in his empty eye sockets flicker violently before finally dimming completely.

After losing his energy center and Frost Spear, Laufey's body finally began to crumble inch by inch.

Holding the spoils in his hand, Xiu En turned his gaze to a semi-transparent phantom wearing an ice royal robe slowly emerging from the shattered body.

That was Laufey's true remnant soul.

He looked exhausted, and his soul seemed to have lost its light.

"Alright, the farce is over."

Xiu En spoke up.

"I'll send you on your way now, to where you're meant to be."

He raised his hand, ready to use the soft golden light to completely purify the tormented soul.

However, Laufey's phantom gently shook its head.

No... the young sun.

A regretful voice echoed directly in Xiu En's mind.

My sins are not yet atoned. I cannot rest in peace.

The illusory remnant soul turned around and directly passed through the collapsed ice wall behind it, transforming into a faint blue stream of light that flew out of the fortress.

"Um?"

Xiu En was intrigued by this unexpected turn of events.

"Why are you running? Do you need to wait in line to be reincarnated?"

He also passed through the wall and followed behind the blue streak of light.

The direction the streak of light flew was precisely towards the ice cave where Peter Parker had hidden the Golden Cradle.

Just as Shuen appeared outside the ice cave, Peter was frantically preparing to execute the plan to destroy the next node.

Laufey's phantom soul was hovering in front of that small golden cradle.

He did not approach, but gazed at the sleeping cub in the cradle from afar, with a greedy yet infinitely sorrowful look.

Two lines of blue light, like tears, slowly slid down from his illusory eye sockets.

[The next king...]

Laufey's voice trembled, filled with endless regret and sorrow.

He turned to Shum and Peter, who were equally surprised, and bowed deeply, deeply.

This child was supposed to be the sole heir to Jotunheim, the new king who would awaken after the winter of Fimbulla.

But my greed... my fear of death made me reject the cyclical destiny, and polluted the winter that brought new life... I not only destroyed our world, but also stole a vibrant kingdom and a glorious childhood that should have belonged to him.

I, Laufey, King of the Frost Giants, have committed an unforgivable crime.

He slowly straightened up, and his illusory body began to emit its last blue light.

He looked at Xiu En, the otherworldly god who had given him a final chance to repent.

A strange sun... I am powerless to repay even a fraction of its kindness. All this misfortune began with me, and it is I who must end it.

Laufey's remnant soul raised its head, its illusory gaze passing over Xiu En and landing on the gray-black energy core in his left hand, which was still throbbing unwillingly.

Please use this corrupt core, formed from my greed, to return the life force it has ruthlessly plundered to this tormented land... This is my last, and only, request.

Xiu En looked down at the energy ball in his hand, then at Laufey.

"Aren't you afraid I'll just eat it?"

He asked casually.

If that was your choice, then Jotunheim's current fate is the punishment I deserve.

Laufey's voice was calm and composed.

"cut."

Xiu En pursed his lips, then raised the gray-black energy core high.

He directly communicated with the main body, using the most primordial divine fire to envelop the entire energy center.

A shrill sound came from inside the energy center. The gray-black energy struggled under the burning of the golden divine fire, but was eventually completely refined.

All the filth, resentment, and deathly aura were burned away, leaving only the purest and most immense life energy.

With a flick of his wrist, the enormous green sphere of light shot into the sky, transforming into a silent green rain of light that covered the entire world beneath Jotunheim's greyish-white sky.

Where the light and rain touched, the black ice began to fade, and the earth, suppressed for countless years, let out a joyful groan. Beneath the dried-up glaciers, new water sources began to gather.

On the dead rocks, hardy ice moss and lichen are visibly revitalizing.

The whole world is slowly awakening in this blessed rain.

Peter stared blankly at the sky, at the beautiful green curtain of light, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't open his mouth.

Seeing his world reborn, Laufey's illusory, remnant soul revealed a relieved smile.

He bowed deeply to Hughes one last time, expressing his silent gratitude.

Then, he turned around, and his entire soul transformed into a stream of blue light, which flowed into the golden cradle that was suspended in mid-air.

The light flow did not harm the cub in the slightest. Instead, it slowly condensed on his smooth forehead into a miniature crown mark with an ancient shape, as if it were carved from ice crystal.

With the formation of this mark, the legacy and power belonging to the Frost King were completely sealed deep within the cub's bloodline, awaiting his future awakening and inheritance.

[A nap... for a little while... the child of Jotunheim...]

When you awaken... Jotunheim... will once again offer you endless ice plains and the free winds...

This blessing was Laufey's last words to the world.

Having done all this, and having completed his inheritance and blessing of the new king, Laufey's soul light was finally completely exhausted.

His translucent figure blurred in the wind, and finally, with a satisfied smile, he turned into a sky full of blue stardust, forever disappearing into this land he had once deeply loved, betrayed, and ultimately redeemed.

With his departure, Winter Fortress lost its last support and collapsed into countless ice crystals.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a gentle ray of sunlight belonging to the Asgardian star system shone down on this frozen land.

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