Chapter 940: Chapter 68: Foot Fetish Benefits, Delicious!

“How dare you!”

Upon hearing this unreasonable demand, Brynhild furiously shouted, summoning the Swan Feather Weave, her withered branch spear, and the Divine Iron Shield. She stepped forward, almost wishing she could fight these Frost Giants then and there, to the death.

In both the East and the West, loyalty to one’s monarch is an inherent professional ethic and a glory that must be upheld by warriors.

The monarch’s worry is the subject’s disgrace; the monarch’s disgrace is the subject’s death.

Brynhild was born and raised in Midgard, growing up hearing heroic tales of Loki defending against the giant invasions. Coupled with that long talk that night, her feelings for Luo En were no longer just loyalty, but a deep, heartfelt reverence, naturally unable to bear seeing her served monarch being denigrated by these Frost Giants.

However, Luo En held Brynhild by the shoulders and pulled back the Valkyrie who was about to erupt in anger, saying calmly:

“No rush, let’s first hear what the three challenges are. Even Thor couldn’t pass them, I’m curious.”

Seeing the atmosphere slightly eased, Lafei, seated on the throne, also raised his hand to calm the Frost Giants who were about to react in the hall, and then summoned the topics of the three trials:

“Very simple, drink this cup of liquor dry, wrestle and win against this old woman beside me, and lift the cat on the table.”

Luo En’s gaze swept over the three challenges, a subtle smile playing in the depths of his eyes.

The challenges remain unchanged.

“What? You dare not accept the challenge?” Lafei, seeing no response, sneered provocatively.

Luo En couldn’t help but laugh, stating bluntly:

“Fine, I agree to the bet.”

Hearing this acceptance, a sinister cold smile spread across Lafei’s face.

Finally fell for it.

These three trials had stumped Thunder God Thor; naturally, they were not as simple as they seemed.

The horn cup for drinking water is connected to the ocean, the seawater inexhaustible; the old woman is named “Eili”, the incarnation of Aging, inevitable for Nordic life because she always arrives; the orange cat on the table, named “Yemengarde”, its original form can encircle the whole of Midgard, connected to the World, and once it activates its Authority, mundane strength cannot shake it, let alone lift it…

In essence, these three challenges are natural traps, theoretically no deity could pass them.

While Lafei was privately gloating, an empty golden horn cup was tossed onto the table.

“This liquor of yours is both bitter and harsh, stop brewing it.”

“…”

Lafei’s face filled with astonishment, he instinctively picked up the horn cup, turning it over for a closer look.

Soon, he saw the cut-off Spells at the bottom of the cup, feeling a wave of frustration.

The tampering with the cup had been discovered, the first challenge was broken.

But that was acceptable.

This Giant Slayer of Midgard is rumored to be most skilled at Illusion Technique, even Olvir of the [Eternal Law] lost to him; his ability to see through the little tricks on the cup and employ counter-strategies, is reasonable.

But the next two challenges, they couldn’t be passed by mere trickery.

Lafei thought, undiminished in confidence.

However…

“Bang!”

The certain Evil God, showing no respect for the elderly, slapped the staggering old woman in front of him, knocking her to the ground.

The Frost Giants on site stood dumbfounded, their eyeballs scattering everywhere.

Impossible!

How could any life withstand the erosion of Aging?

It must be an illusion, definitely!

Lafei gritted his teeth, commanding the old woman through his will to get up and fight again.

But then, another slap flew.

“Bang!”

This time the old woman was struck even harder, smashed into a pillar like a cannonball.

Simultaneously, Lafei who was mentally connected to her, also shattered the throne under him, howling as he was flung back into the wall behind.

“Your Majesty!”

A group of Frost Giants hurriedly rushed into the rubble, clumsily clearing the bricks and stones to help Lafei up.

“Get away!”

Lafei shook his dizzy head, flinging aside the surrounding Frost Giants.

Looking at the bright red handprint on his right cheek, as well as the ice-blue Divine Blood seeping from his nose and mouth, this Frost Giant King furious with indignation.

Again! I refuse to believe it, that there’s life that can truly overcome Aging!

The disbelieving Lafei, rallying his spirits, once again connected with [Aging] to launch an attack on Luo En in the arena.

“Boom!”

Accompanied by a loud explosion, [Aging] was smashed directly into the floor tiles from above, and Lafei, resonating with it, also somersaulted backwards, blasting the entire dais into a deep crater.

Holding back his breath, Lafei tried to pull his head out to struggle, but a foot shod in War Boots stomped into a torrential downpour on the fallen old woman.

The scene was brutally harsh.

Of course, Luo En’s actions had a reason.

— He had exerted too much force just now, and his hand hurt.

Finally, after enjoying a wave of foot fetish benefits, Lafei raised his disfigured face, sticking out his tongue, and repeatedly called for a halt:

“Passed! You passed!”

With these words being uttered, Luo En regretfully withdrew his right foot.

And the bruised and swollen Lafei was helped by his subordinates to a chair at the side to rest.

Opening his swollen eyelids, Lafei looked at Luo En, who remained calm and composed on the field, feeling so angry he wanted to vomit blood.

How could he overcome Aging? It’s something nearly impossible for life in the Nine Realms!

— Because, I come from Greece.

The Nordic conceptualization of [Aging] doesn’t apply to me.

Luo En muttered to himself inwardly, mockingly looking at Lafei’s face swollen like a pig’s head.

Moreover, the deities of Greece, having received the legacy of the Origin God Chaos, had long transcended the binds of Aging.