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Thor looked at Sif with a look of grievance. He never would have imagined that the fiery mare, who used to follow him around and was prideful to death, would one day be completely tamed by an Earthling.
If Peter had any free time, he would have definitely taken the opportunity to tease the guy.
But right now, he didn't have the spare energy.
At this moment, he held Amaterasu in his right hand and the Golden Divine Fire in his left.
Like two divine dragons, they alternately lunged at that dormant fragment of the Eternal Flame.
Hum!
In an instant, the forging core that had slept for countless years was ignited, erupting with a terrifying flame hotter than a star!
With this terrifying firepower, the indestructible uru metal and the branches of the World Tree were scorched red within minutes, turning into a molten state where one could not be distinguished from the other.
Peter took a quick glance, and seeing that it was heated enough, he immediately wrapped the Fire Wash cloth around his hands.
Next came a scene that made Frigga feel as if her worldview was collapsing.
She saw Peter actually reach his hands directly into the metallic melt that was hot enough to burn through a planet's core!
"Peter!" Thor cried out in alarm.
But Peter seemed unable to feel the terrifying high temperature as he directly took out the red-hot ingot with his bare hands!
No anvil was needed, nor was a forging hammer.
The muscles on his arms bulged and flexed, his veins coiled like small snakes. With a low shout, he grabbed both ends of the ingot and gave it a fierce twist!
The ingot, which ordinary gods couldn't even touch, was like dough in his hands, as he literally hand-kneaded an exquisite Damascus pattern into it!
His fingers flew, sometimes kneading, sometimes stretching; every movement was filled with a domineering sense of power and incredible control.
Frigga's eyelids twitched wildly. She wanted to say "the process is wrong," but the words died in her throat.
For no other reason than—the technique was all wrong, but the results were all right! And the efficiency was ridiculously high!
Forget it, she was tired, let him do whatever he wanted... She had been shocked to the point of numbness by this young man.
About three to five minutes later, amidst a mist of white steam, a brand-new Divine Artifact appeared before everyone.
It was a bamboo-jointed steel whip, pitch black all over, with a standard octagonal structure and mysterious golden patterns covering its body.
The whip was about four feet three inches long. On its body, Rune Inscription and a more ancient and mysterious Eastern array pattern—which even Frigga couldn't understand—intertwined, forming a dizzying mixed pattern full of strange beauty.
It floated quietly in the air, yet it emitted a sense of heaviness that seemed capable of crushing space itself.
"What weapon is this? How do you plan to name it?" Frigga asked, unable to contain her curiosity as she looked at this unprecedented masterpiece.
To this question, Peter answered without a moment's thought:
"Its name is... the god-beating whip."
Peter casually twirled the whip, the body tearing through the air with a dull whistling sound.
This simple and crude name, along with the obviously extraordinary design, made the corners of Frigga's mouth twitch:
"Then what is the effect of the inscriptions you've engraved?"
"Simply put... it's a specialized anti-divinity Noble Phantasm. It acts like a normal whip on ordinary people, but if the opponent is a god, that's a different story."
"The higher the godhood, the more so-called divinity they possess, and the more severe the damage they receive."
Peter explained the general effect of the god-beating whip.
Now, Frigga's face turned green, her expression subtly screaming, 'Isn't this specifically designed to beat us Asgardian gods?'
"Don't worry, I won't use it on our own people."
Peter laughed it off, casually putting the god-beating whip into his storage ring, and immediately picked up the second blank.
The second piece.
The third piece.
The fourth piece.
The speed became faster and faster.
Peter's almost perverted control over fire accelerated the entire forging process to a degree that left Frigga dumbfounded.
She even had an illusion—was this guy a master blacksmith of the Dwarven race in his past life?
Before long, a total of eight more Divine Artifacts were completed and placed together on the forging table, each flowing with a restrained yet powerful halo of divine power.
"This is for Gwen."
Peter pointed his finger at a pair of beautifully and simply styled golden bracers.
The inner side of the bracers was engraved with space-locking inscriptions, while the outer side was covered with a thin layer of Asgardian divine power crystals.
"Once worn, the spider silk shot out will carry its own divinity; even god-level creatures won't be able to break free easily. Additionally, it has a space-locking effect. Once caught in the silk, don't even think about using space transfer magic to escape."
"What an ingenious design!" Sif, standing nearby, couldn't help but praise. "It takes restraint and imprisonment to the extreme; it's an absolute nightmare for assassin and mage-type enemies."
Peter nodded with a smile and showed a pair of sharp claws gleaming with cold light to everyone:
"This is for Felicia."
"The effect is simple: the first claw strike on a target leaves an indelible divine power mark. When the second claw strikes the same spot..."
Peter made an explosion gesture, "It will trigger a divine power detonation and leave a cursed wound in the target's body that never heals."
Thor immediately imagined the bloody scene of that hot cat-lady blowing an enemy up alive. He subconsciously shrunk his neck, feeling a bit of a chill down his spine.
"This is for Natasha!"
This time it was a pair of Sun and Moon Twin Blades, silvery-white all over, with faint World-breaking inscriptions flowing on the blades.
"The Sun Blade can significantly enhance ice and snow magic, while the Moon Blade is responsible for ignoring defenses and low-level magic."
"This is for Daisy."
Peter walked toward the fifth Divine Artifact, which this time was a pair of brass knuckles.
"These brass knuckles can amplify her Quake ability nearly to the level of rules. Theoretically, she could even use shockwaves to 'shatter' certain conceptual rules."
Frigga finally couldn't hold it back anymore, her voice even carrying a hint of trembling:
"You... you've forged a high-grade Divine Artifact that can interfere with, or even destroy, concepts?"
Divine Artifacts were also divided into different grades!
Like the Transforming Sword Sif used before, it belonged to the lowest grade of Divine Artifacts.
Items like the Miljor Hammer, which possessed conceptual blessings (anyone meeting the requirements can gain an amplification), or those that could achieve a certain concept (like the breaker of worlds hammer's defense-ignoring ability), were mid-grade Divine Artifacts.
And items like these brass knuckles, which could destroy or establish new rules, belonged to the highest grade of Divine Artifacts.
Even the most outstanding craftsmen of the Dwarves might not necessarily be able to forge such a Divine Artifact.
"What's wrong?" Peter looked at Frigga's reaction, which was like her tail had been stepped on, with a look of confusion.
"A Divine Artifact of this quality... in the entire history of Asgard, only five have ever appeared..."
"Then now there's a sixth... well~ I guess my luck is just relatively good."
Frigga began to doubt whether giving the forging furnace to Peter was a correct decision.
If he kept forging like this, the pride of Asgard, the Royal Vault, would significantly depreciate because of his works!