46 CHAPTER 46

Boom...

With a resounding noise, Freya's powerful fist struck Frey's face deeply.

All of Frey's teeth were sent flying out of his mouth as he rolled his eyes and flew towards the wall of Vanir's Temple.

Frey collided headfirst with the wall of Vanir's Temple, creating a massive hole. His body continued its trajectory through the garden outside the Vanir Temple and disappeared into the distance.

Even Rhodes was left somewhat amazed by Freya's strength.

Clap, clap...

Rhodes applauded and praised, "Indeed, she truly deserves to be the Goddess of War of Vanaheim. Her power is truly impressive."

Freya, believing she had defeated Rhodes, turned around excitedly. However, upon turning, she saw Rhode applauding himself with an innocent look on his face, causing her eyes to widen.

"Huh? Why are you still here?" Rhodes helplessly spread his hands.

It was only at this moment that Freya realized the person she had knocked out and sent flying was her brother, Frey.

Freya pointed at Rhodes, then glanced at the big hole in the wall behind her.

"I..."

If the Vanir gods had curses, Freya would probably unleash a string of them at Rhodes at this moment.

"I'm going to kill you, you bastard!" Freya, extremely angry, rushed towards Rhodes again.

At this time, Nasus, the Goddess of Abundance, raised the Scepter of Abundance in her hand, and a gust of wind pulled Freya back, who had completely lost her temper.

"That's enough, Freya, we all underestimated our opponent. Stand down. Neither you nor Frey can match him. If he had murderous intentions, I'm afraid you'd both be dead a million times over."

Rhodes hugged his arm, with a playful smile on his face, indicating that some of the Vanir Protoss understood the situation.

"That's right, send someone stronger; otherwise, it'll be quite boring. Or perhaps, it'll be you," Rhodes pointed his finger at Gurveig, the most mysterious and powerful fighter among the Vanir gods.

Gurveig was not afraid and approached Rhodes. She was a petite, graceful goddess with delicate features.

Gurveig slowly saluted Rhodes.

"Hello, guest from afar."

"Hello, Gurveig."

"I know you're very powerful. If I'm not mistaken, you should be the most powerful warrior of Asgard, as Frey and Freya wouldn't have been defeated by you."

Rhodes said vaguely, "Maybe."

"I think we should settle this battle more elegantly," Rhodes suggested. "Fighting and killing like this seems to diminish the glory of our warriors."

Rhodes nodded. "It seems that Ms. Gurvig wants to engage in battle? Of course, I will accompany you to the end."

"Very well, since that's the case, let's each use three moves. Whoever can break all three of the opponent's moves wins. What do you think?"

"Of course, no problem at all."

"Since I'm the guest, then it's up to you to go first." Rhodes very gentlemanly asked Gurveig to make the first move.

Gurveig was not polite either.

Gurveig raised the staff in her hand, and a ray of light hit Rhodes head-on.

As it was a test of combat skill, Rhodes accepted the move.

Rhodes instantly found himself transferred to a massive square.

The surrounding squares were empty, leaving only a vast venue resembling a gladiatorial arena.

Only Rhodes and Gurveig remained to face each other.

Gurveig spoke, "This is my first test. If you can escape, then it's your turn."

"OK."

Seeing that Rhodes agreed, Gurveig revealed a mysterious smile and then disappeared within the world.

Rhodes remained motionless. He suspected that this might be an illusion created by Gurveig. If he couldn't escape this illusion, he would be under Gurveig's control.

It seemed like an inescapable dream, much like those in Inception, utterly convincing yet unable to harm the body. However, if Rhodes couldn't break free, he would remain sealed forever by Gurveig.

Rhodes sighed, Gurveig's tactics were clever, and this soft approach was more challenging to deal with than Freya's combat skills.

Although Rhodes easily escaped Gurveig's illusion, he wanted to understand Gurveig's tactics better.

Gurveig appeared to be beautiful, but she used these wily methods to deceive brave and foolhardy opponents.

Soon, Rhodes sensed that something was amiss. The square beneath him resonated, hinting at an impending disaster.

Rhodes looked behind him and saw the sky turning fiery red. A surge of magma flowed from the horizon, covering the sky and rushing toward Rhodes with scorching heat.

The air carried a burning scent, and the liquid magma behaved like fire, attacking Rhodes.

Rhodes knew that even though this was an illusion, the damage was real. Touching the overwhelming magma within the illusion would cause harm.

Although Rhodes' physical body remained intact, his soul was in jeopardy.

"What a ruthless move," Rhodes thought.

He watched as the monstrous magma approached him, choosing not to flee but to observe it calmly as it neared.

In the real world, Gurveig smiled, confident that victory was hers. "What will you do, Rhodes? In the soul world I've created, you are just an ordinary person without any divine power."

Rhodes stood still, unaffected, as the towering magma approached.

Suddenly, a massive magma tsunami engulfed Rhodes entirely.

In the real world, Gurveig's smile widened, believing she had won.

However, in the next moment, her smile froze.

Gurveig noticed that, in the soul world she created, Rhodes still stood, his body translucent.

Rhodes in the soul world opened his eyes, looking up at the sky and making eye contact with Gurveig, who was secretly observing the world.

Rhodes sneered, "Even in the soul space you created, it may not be your final say."

While the creator of a soul world typically holds god-like power, Rhodes' divine sense had reached the level of the multiverse. He could control the real multiverse with ease, even creating a soul space within it.

"Your move, I've already broken it."

"It's your turn now."

Within Gurveig's soul space, a black hole materialized out of thin air.

The black hole unleashed powerful suction, pulling Gurveig out of her soul space.

Gurveig, in her divine sense form, was shocked. "How is this possible? You created a soul space within my soul space? Soul space superposition? Impossible. No god's divine sense can reach the multiverse level."

Before Gurveig could finish speaking, she was instantly sucked into the black hole and disappeared.

Gurvig, who was considered to have the strongest divine sense among the Vanir gods and had the power to manipulate the mind, found her soul space shattered by Rhodes.

Rhodes opened his eyes in the Vanir Temple in the real world.

In the next moment, Gurveig, who stood opposite Rhodes, trembled and then opened her eyes, filled with horror.

Gurveig was flung back more than ten meters, spitting out blood.

Her spiritual state was sluggish, indicating that her divine sense had been significantly damaged.

Rhodes had torn apart Gurveig's divine sense, rendering her nearly helpless.

Gurveig's predicament shocked the surrounding Vanir gods, who hurried to assist her.

Despite her injuries, Gurveig stared at Rhodes with bright eyes.

"You possess such vast spiritual power? This goes beyond my comprehension. How did you achieve it? The divine power of the Asgardian warriors has never been their strength. How did you do it?"

Gurveig had always believed herself to be the most powerful being in the Nine Realms, capable of creating countless soul spaces to crush her opponents. Yet today, she had been outmatched by Rhodes in her own domain.

Rhodes replied, "This isn't important. As you've seen, your divine sense is still a bit weak. You should practice more."

"Now, I'm in a hurry."

Rhodes had won two consecutive battles, one with finesse and one with sheer power.

Facing the now-arrogant Rhodes, many Vanir gods grew jealous.

Even Gurveig, who possessed formidable divine sense, had been defeated by Rhodes. The gods of Vanaheim suddenly questioned themselves. In terms of physical prowess, they fell short of Freya and Frey, yet they had been toyed with. In terms of divine sense, none could rival Gurveig, but her condition made it clear that she had been overwhelmed by Rhodes.

Who would dare to challenge him next?

At that moment, Sea God Niord, who had been suppressing his anger, raised his iron paddle and charged forward.

In an instant, Sea God Niord's muscles expanded, and he transformed into a towering figure resembling Poseidon, the lord of the sea. He possessed immense combat strength and the ability to control sea waters and storms.

Sea God Niord was leagues ahead in power compared to the other Vanir gods.

With his iron paddle, Niord tore open a rift in space and thrust Rhodes into it with the force of a storm.

Niord understood that Rhodes needed to be dealt with seriously, but if he did so within the Vanir Temple, it would be destroyed by his divine power.