Hearing this, the two were visibly stunned. They never expected to receive such an explosive mission right after making contact with their god.
But thinking about it, it actually made sense. Considering the things Odin did in the myths, his violent temper, and his tendency to start wars over the slightest disagreement, merely asking them to drive people out seemed incredibly merciful!
Percival was just about to say something when he heard Freya's reply. "I obey the oracle!"
This woman, who had believed in the gods since childhood and was called a 'lunatic' by many, currently had a boundless light blooming in her eyes, shining as brightly as the sun. That blinding and conspicuous light snapped Percival out of his daze.
It was not his imagination. His wife was truly radiating light. A deep blue glow flickered from her body, beautifully complementing the blue radiance of the crystal.
At that moment, Percival finally realized what the raven meant by 'Witch'!
Had his wife become a Witch in that split second?
In Norse mythology, a Witch was not an evil entity. Instead, they were existences that stood on equal footing with all kinds of life forms, giants, and even gods.
They were innate wielders of magic, beings who commanded mysterious powers. To some extent, even the gods would seek the help of a Witch.
Frigg, the wife of God King Odin, was a Witch—one who held authority over Heaven and the underworld, possessing near-absolute control over life itself.
Thinking of this, Percival instantly understood. "Darling, do you have the powers of a Witch?"
"Actually, she has reclaimed the power that belongs to her!" the raven declared. "Since you have accepted the oracle, this is now your mission!"
"Complete the mission, and you shall reside eternally in Valhalla. God King Odin will reserve a divine seat for you as a Valkyrie!"
"Fail the mission, and you shall be abandoned by the gods, sinking into the endless abyss of Niflheim!"
Gaining power inevitably required a price. This was one of the foundational principles of the Norse Pantheon—the concept of 'equivalent exchange', or 'alchemy'!
Seeing her husband's worried gaze, Freya smiled and shook her head. Blue light actually surged from her hands, dispelling the blue seal over the entire room and freeing the frozen Black man.
"Motherf—" The Black man had barely uttered the curse when he realized he had lost the ability to speak. The woman before him merely waved her hand, and terrifying ice encased him once more. In the very next second, the ice shattered into dust, reducing the man to powder along with it.
"By Odin..." Percival watched the scene unfold, feeling the Germanic bloodline within his body fully awaken!
Just a moment ago, he had been worried about the risks her answer might bring, but now, he was not worried at all!
This was the mysterious! This was Transcendent power! And this Transcendent power belonged to their family. What was there to worry about?
His wife's strength was his strength. This was an innate confidence stemming from his bloodline!
The raven also witnessed the scene and nodded in deep appreciation. "You already possess the bearing of a Valkyrie. The King of the Gods awaits your good news!"
The raven vanished, and the blue crystal fell, transforming into a crystalline bracelet on Freya's wrist.
They still did not know what this crystal was used for, but it was undoubtedly connected to God King Odin.
The couple put the two girls to sleep, then dug out an Āsathrú inheritance book handed down by Freya's father from the basement. A light called 'ambition' gleamed in both their eyes.
"Perhaps we can start with the surrounding community... and slowly develop our own sect of the gods!" Percival suggested.
Freya nodded. "Yes, start preaching from the community and let them know of the gods' descent!"
This woman was clearly more radical. "But first, we must clear out those pagans, like the refugees!"
...
Watching the cautious demeanor of the two, Bai Yang nodded in approval, feeling that he had truly chosen the right people.
These two were not the type to let power go to their heads. They were smart. They knew where this power came from, and they knew their proper place.
Therefore, after acquiring power, they did not recklessly flaunt it. Instead, they wanted to start with a sect and expand their influence bit by bit.
Such behavior was commendable. It meant they would not quickly attract the attention of the authorities.
Given the administrative speed in Northern Europe—where the police might take half a year to arrive at a crime scene—by the time this sect truly developed, simple administrative forces would likely be unable to control it.
After all, this was a Witch who possessed genuine Transcendent power preaching in her own country. In this frigid northern nation, faith had never truly been broken.
"It seems we can pay a little more attention to them!" Bai Yang said with a smile. He didn't need to take it too much to heart. As long as the Godhead Shard was safe, the various events were simply the spreading of Wish Power and the expansion of the worldview.
Winning or losing did not matter. The important thing was for them to spread the events and send out the mythological information.
He could let things develop freely here for a while, then come back to sort out the history of this place when he had the time...
At this moment, Bai Yang was sitting on a plane, slowly eating an in-flight meal. Looking down at the Atlantic Ocean below, a satisfied expression appeared on his face. The development of this country was not the main focus; he just needed to give them a goal and let them guide the Wish Power themselves.
Anyway, Bai Yang's goal was simply to ensure this Godhead Shard wasn't wasted. He didn't really care how far the two of them could actually go.
Right now, his main focus had to remain on America and the Vatican, or rather, on the history he had already altered.
With the ignition of the first spark of the First Flame in the name of 'God', history had quietly changed. This altered history would move closer to true history with Bai Yang's actions.
If he could complete the historical modification of this continent, he could later perform surgical alterations on the entire history of Europe.
America's history of a little over two hundred years was short, making it his perfect testing ground!
"Alvin, how is our Mr. Demon doing these days?" Bai Yang asked with a smile.
"Lems Oconnor has now turned four Werewolves, led by Tain Ward, and they are taking control of the underground forces in Queens!" Alvin replied. "Terrifying rumors about 'Werewolves' are spreading repeatedly throughout the area."
Bai Yang nodded. "I can feel that more and more people are starting to believe those so-called terrifying rumors!"
In fact, after the Rikers Island crisis, the events that appeared in Jeff's livestream could no longer be hidden. Even though Golden Hair had implemented Internet Censorship, the obsidian island standing between Brooklyn, Queens, and Manhattan was the best proof.
And the recent, panic-inducing rumors of Werewolves and demons had become the perfect breeding ground for the Mysterious Descent.
The greatest proof, of course, was the constant influx of Wish Power flying in from the New York area.
Compared to the practically stagnant Wish Power in Luo City, the Wish Power in New York was growing every single day. Bai Yang even felt that, even if he didn't orchestrate any major events, the God Power he had expended to ignite the First Flame would return to him in the form of Wish Power within a few days at most.
This was, of course, something Bai Yang was happy to see succeed. No matter what, acquiring Wish Power was his top priority. With Wish Power continuing to rise steadily, he needed to keep his actions going.
"Crown, in two days, Pope Mario will meet with Golden Hair. This is their scheduled meeting time!" Alvin reported.
Even though both sides were anxious, they still had to go through the formalities.
Golden Hair needed to guarantee his status as a major global power, while the Pope needed to use this delay to organize his rhetoric and rewrite the status of The Catholic Church.
Before, it was the era of superpowers, and their people were treated like mere bystanders. But now, it was the Era of the Extraordinary. If they still acted like bystanders, wouldn't the arrival of the transcendent be for nothing?
Driven by this mentality, they were both dragging out the time, creating what could be called a 'sense of ceremony'.
Bai Yang, of course, knew what was going on between them. With God Power entering his body and The Core beginning to process information, his grasp of these matters became increasingly proficient.
"An isolated piece of evidence does not make a case. Naturally, a flurry of varied evidence must pour in. The American Civil War is an excellent entry point; this is also the key to reinforcing history and guiding the growth of the divine flame!"
Bai Yang tapped his fingers and vanished from the plane, not drawing the attention of anyone around him.
Even the plane's sensors failed to detect the disappearance of a person's weight.
In the next second, Bai Yang arrived on another plane a kilometer away. He sat in an unsold first-class seat, swiped a cup of coffee, and drank it while watching a speculation program about the 'Shadow of the New York Demon' playing on the screen in front of him.
The destination of this plane was Illinois, home to Lincoln's Tomb.