# 1270
Chapter 1271:调虎离山
调虎离山 (Drawing Away the Tiger from the Mountain)
When Lin Qiye asked, Thor didn't hold back either and truthfully replied:
"The exact identity is still under investigation, but based on his ability to assassinate Loki yesterday and the divine law power generated when he struck, he is very likely an extremely ancient survivor from mythology."
"Survivor from mythology? Which mythology?"
"That mythology has no name." Thor shook his head. "It was the incarnation of humanity's most primitive fear and reverence for nature before humans had fully evolved, and also the foundation from which all subsequent mythologies derived."
Upon hearing this, images instantly flashed through Lin Qiye's mind—a vast expanse of land where a group of primitive humans who had yet to master language and writing knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the flames produced when lightning struck a tree.
In the eyes of primitive humans, nature was their faith, as well as the source of their fear.
They feared thunder, so they prayed to it in their hearts. They yearned for fire, so they revered it as the origin of life.
In other words, the ancient mythology Thor spoke of was actually the most primitive incarnation of nature itself?
"As humanity gradually gained intelligence and mastered language and writing, due to regional differences, this ancient primitive mythology began to be replaced by various完善的神话体系 (perfected mythological systems). The primitive deities gradually perished, and the divine laws began to be divided among deities corresponding to different divine kingdoms, which is how the many divine kingdoms we have now came to be."
"So, these primitive gods have all disappeared?"
"The vast majority have disappeared, but there are rare exceptions. As human intelligence developed, some gods began proactively transforming the primitive laws they controlled into relatively modern laws, existing in another form of understanding in the world—for example, that Outer God last night."
"Him? Which god is he?"
"The God of Assassination and Assassins." Thor paused. "If our guess is correct, his predecessor was the God of Hunting from primitive mythology. Because in that era, writing had not yet been invented, he also had no name."
"God of Assassination and Assassins?"
Lin Qiye recalled in his mind the scene of Number 27 instantly killing Loki yesterday, deep in thought.
No wonder he killed Loki so decisively, catching even the many Chief Gods present off guard. If his target had been any other Chief God instead of the Trickster God Loki, probably no one could have escaped.
After contemplating for a moment, Lin Qiye took the blood Thor gave him and headed toward the safe house.
A few minutes later, Lin Qiye walked out looking haggard.
"How did it go?" Thor asked immediately upon seeing this.
"That God of Assassins seems to have something obscuring his fate. Ordinary divination techniques simply cannot locate his position." Lin Qiye's bloodless lips moved as he spoke weakly, "I paid a certain price, but I only barely managed to get his approximate location from an hour ago..."
Upon hearing this, Thor's eyes lit up.
"Where?"
"In the snowy mountains at the northernmost edge of Giant Country." Lin Qiye paused, then continued, "However, this location is only where he was an hour ago. I cannot guarantee he's still there... But if he was seriously wounded, he probably hasn't left yet."
"Giant Country's northern border?"
Thor frowned slightly.
This place was the northernmost and most remote area of the entire Norse Divine Kingdom. From here, even a god would need nearly half a day to travel there. Moreover, the snowy mountain region was vast; to search every inch would take at least a day.
That would be two days round trip.
The God of Assassins really knew how to pick a location...
Thor scratched his head in dilemma and asked further, "Can your divination be more precise? Maybe we can narrow it down to a specific mountain peak's loc—"
Before Thor could finish, Lin Qiye's face turned pale again, and his legs went weak, nearly causing him to collapse.
Thor reacted quickly and grabbed Lin Qiye.
A few wisps of blood seeped from the corners of Lin Qiye's mouth. He smiled weakly and said, "Lord Thor, achieving this much... is already my limit... *cough cough*..."
The current Lin Qiye looked like a dying ember, on the verge of perishing at the slightest gust of wind. Seeing this, Thor swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
"...Fine, since that's the case, rest here properly. I'll take some people out for a while."
Thor helped Lin Qiye sit down on the ground, then turned and vanished like lightning, leaving the temple. He must have gone to summon Tyr and the Norse War Department to head to Giant Country's northern border to hunt for Number 27.
Lin Qiye lay weakly on the stone. After a full ten minutes passed, confirming Thor was truly gone, he slowly sat up.
"Success..." A faint smile curved at the corners of Lin Qiye's mouth.
The intel about Number 27 being in the snowy mountains of Giant Country's northern border was naturally something he fabricated. After Thor and others had completely let down their guard following Lin Qiye's prophecy that saved Sif in the underworld, they trusted his divinations deeply. Even if he pointed to a random location, they would attempt to search it.
So Lin Qiye simply pointed to the most remote corner of the Norse Divine Kingdom. This way, with Thor and the others leaving Asgard, he would have at least two days of free action time.
These two days were enough for him to do many things.
Indeed, it had been the right decision to use the Holy Grail to boost favorability with Thor and the others earlier.
After successfully sending Thor and the other gods away, Lin Qiye left the temple directly and soon arrived near the abyss Dungeon he had scouted out yesterday.
Since Thor and the other gods, along with most of the Norse War Department's combat forces, had all been dispatched away, this was the perfect opportunity to enter the abyss Dungeon and rescue Jinian. Lin Qiye walked to a secluded corner nearby, pressed his hand against the empty air, and a brilliant magic array blossomed.
A small mummified figure appeared out of thin thin, hanging on his shoulder, chattering away.
Lin Qiye reached out and patted Mumumu's head, speaking softly:
"Grant a wish—absolute concealment."
A mystical light flashed across Mumumu's belly, and Lin Qiye's form gradually began to turn transparent. Within just a few seconds, it was as if he had completely evaporated.
With Lin Qiye's realm, which hadn't even reached Human Apex, attempting to storm into the Norse Divine Kingdom's abyss Dungeon to rescue someone would have been nothing short of a fool's dream. The only way was to borrow the wish-granting power of the Holy Grail to give himself a chance to infiltrate.
This absolute concealment wasn't just about hiding one's appearance. Life force, scent, even the faint air currents created by movement would all be concealed by the Holy Grail.
Lin Qiye was confident that in this state, even Fenrir, the wolf guarding the abyss Dungeon, would be unable to perceive his existence.
Lin Qiye hung Mumumu on his body like an accessory and swiftly headed toward the Dungeon nearby.