I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

One second he was in the glorious, solemn, and safe temple, and the next he was thrown back into this cold reality. This stark contrast left Thorin's mind blank for a moment.

Could that have been a dream? Was it her last fantasy before she died?

Do not......

Thorin scrambled to her feet. The distant flashes of fire, the explosions of colliding magic, and screams instantly brought her back to the harsh reality. Realizing that this was not the time to talk about these things, she quickly began to move, instinctively wanting to continue her escape. But then she suddenly realized that her body, which had just been severely injured and on the verge of death, was now completely healed, and the artifact in her hand that had destroyed her family had vanished without a trace.

Indeed, it wasn't a dream!

Thorin was overjoyed to realize this, but she did not feel any difference in her body. She was still so weak. Her parents and the servants who sacrificed themselves to cover her retreat had not returned. Their bodies were still warm lying on the ground not far away.

She remembered that just moments before entering the temple, she had been struck by a magical missile and fallen to the ground, surrounded by blood and traces of magical destruction in the same spot, and the enemy was still there...

"What's wrong, kid? Not running away anymore?"

Several figures, each clad in a different robe and surrounded by varying degrees of magical radiance, gradually emerged from the shadows. Upon seeing this, Thorin's face instantly darkened, twisting with rage.

When the group of mages saw Thorin standing alone in the same spot, they slowly parted to make way for a young man who was clearly a nobleman.

The mages surrounding him were covered in blood, their clothes more or less tattered, but the young man was completely different from the blood-soaked thugs around him. He was spotless, even his shoes were spotless. When he saw that Thorin was no longer running away, his face was full of pleasure and excitement. But when he saw the blood at his feet and the servants' corpses, he showed a hint of disgust, lifting his robe, unwilling to let it get dirty.

Seeing this, Thorin's anger intensified.

"Do you know you can't escape and have given up resisting? I like smart people. Hand over the artifact, and I can give you a quick death."

The man's eyes scanned Thorin up and down, his brows furrowing slightly. He could see Thorin's dirty, blood-stained robes and the dried blood on her body, clearly indicating that she had been injured. Yet, she was now full of energy and lively... not at all like someone who had been hurt.

And most importantly, in his perception, the artifact had vanished. The special magical energy flowing within it was so obvious, as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the night; there was no way he couldn't have sensed it, yet now...

"Where is the divine artifact?"

Only now did he belatedly realize that something was wrong. An extremely ominous premonition burst forth from his mind, suddenly climbing up his spine. The pleasure on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by unease, a strong unease and fear welling up in his heart.

"Josk! Where's the artifact?!"

Before the man's roar could even finish, his voice was drowned out by the rolling thunder from the sky, and a thunderous roar that resounded throughout the world suddenly came.

The twisted rage on Thorin's face was mostly shaken off by the thunder. He subconsciously took a step back and looked up at the sky. He saw that the clear blue sky had been swallowed up by boundless black clouds in just a few breaths, with thunder surging within. Before long, a giant face emerged from the thunderclouds accompanied by countless lightning bolts. Just by existing there, the aura it emitted was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

"Lord Thundergod..."

"Thor?!"

Thorin's excited murmur reached the man's ears. The lively Thorin and the miracle in the sky constantly reminded him that Thorin had become the final victor in this treasure hunt, and that the gods had favored her.

The composure, smugness, excitement, and exhilaration on the man's face vanished in an instant, and the last trace of color drained from his face, leaving only boundless fear and despair.

The mage henchmen beside him were in similar condition, their faces pale, trying to escape, but they were paralyzed by the raging thunder from the sky...

"Do not......"

The next moment, an unimaginably huge giant sword, engraved with countless complex runes, suddenly pierced out from the thunderclouds. It was none other than the weapon of the Thunder God, carrying immense thunder and a terrifying pressure that seemed to be determined to destroy the world, falling from the sky and pointing directly at the man and others opposite Thorin.

By then, it was too late to run. The divine weapon was not only enormous, but it also crashed down at an unimaginable speed.

The Thunder God's divine weapon, imbued with immense divine power, crashed down, plunging into the ground with a deafening roar. It then unleashed a torrent of boundless, violent lightning, instantly covering the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters, creating an absolute inferno of thunder.

After a deafening roar, screams came from behind the giant sword. A vast expanse of divine lightning enveloped the earth, but Thorin remained unharmed in the sea of ​​lightning, only closing his eyes in fear. When the earth-shattering roar subsided slightly, Thorin cautiously opened his eyes, only to see the enormous, towering thunder god's weapon that stretched deep into the earth.

Thorin's gaze was immediately drawn to the mysterious runes engraved on the greatsword. After a brief moment of shock, she took two steps forward, but before she could examine them closely, the runes on the greatsword suddenly lit up and then disappeared as pure particles of light.

Is this... the divine power of the gods...?

Thorin stared blankly at the scene before her. The area in front of her was empty; her enemies had been completely annihilated by that attack.

The giant sword crashed down, unleashing a torrent of divine lightning that swept across the land. The culprit who had wiped out their entire family in less than half a day was so easily destroyed, with a single, devastating blow...

Thinking of this, Thorin swallowed hard. The next moment, his heart was filled with excitement and exhilaration. Looking at the mess in front of him, while he was unharmed, his worship and faith in the gods swelled rapidly, becoming extremely fervent and firm.

Just then, another thunderclap resounded in the sky, and two bolts of lightning crashed down, the dazzling light causing Thorin to briefly lose her sight and let out a scream. After a moment, she regained her sight, and there stood two platinum-plated elite soldiers before her, one holding a spear and the other a guandao (a type of halberd), standing motionless before her. Behind their empty eye sockets was nothing but the divine might and power of the Thunder God flowing on their armor.

The thunderclouds in the sky began to dissipate rapidly, and the giant face of thunder had long since disappeared. Sunlight once again pierced through the thin clouds and shone down. Thorin looked up as the sky slowly returned to clear, and began to feel uneasy about the future.

She also knew that divine miracles couldn't happen often, and the legendary Thor, who revered strength, certainly wouldn't want a useless person as his follower. News of the Josk family obtaining the artifact must have already spread, and when other families and treasure hunters arrived and saw the devastation, they would definitely go to great lengths to find her, the only Josk...

The real trials are only just beginning. From now on, she will need to forge her own path, and the two divine weapons sent by Lord Thor will be her greatest support...

Thinking of this, Thorin's resolve gradually hardened. His deceased parents were even willing to be resurrected by Lord Thor, so he could not let Lord Thor down. He then knelt before Thor's elite soldiers, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands tightly.

"My esteemed, benevolent, and great Lord Thor... I will not fail you. I, Thorin Joske, hereby swear an unbreakable oath. I vow to dedicate all my faith to you in this life. I swear to serve you faithfully, to preach and spread your teachings. I will spread your faith throughout the world! I will let your glory shine throughout the world! I will make the world know your greatness and benevolence!"

As she uttered her last word, a surge of magic erupted from her heart, wrapped around her arm, and she made an unbreakable vow.

This is the most unbreakable and inviolable oath in the Underworld. To break this oath would lead to eternal damnation. Thorin's actions demonstrate his utmost loyalty, entrusting his life and future to Fearless forever.

The two Thunder God soldiers, sent down by Fang Wuwei and given enough divine power to operate for half a year, seemed moved by Thorin's pledge of loyalty. They simultaneously raised their weapons and struck the ground, the two dull yet powerful impacts seeming to be a response to and acknowledgment of her oath.

Upon hearing the commotion, Thorin stood up, patted her knees, and the confusion in her eyes vanished. She had already established her own firm cause and had a belief that she had to uphold for the rest of her life, leaving her no room for further confusion.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent, far, far away, atop a giant tree, Morisummer put down the tome in his hand and gazing uneasily into the distance. The Dark Flame Envoy seemed to sense something as well, breaking free from his meditation, rubbing his chin, and letting out a soft chuckle.

Fang Wuwei, in the realm of gods, learned of Thorin's actions from the divine soldiers and couldn't help but chuckle, marveling that he hadn't misjudged him. Then, looking at the small flag in his hand, his joy grew even greater.

This artifact is, after all, the artifact of the Dream God, and its abilities are naturally related to dreams. It can influence the real world within dreams. As for the ability to resist the erosion of the void that it needs, it is actually a passive effect. All artifacts of the Dream God can resist the invasion of the dream world.

Influencing the real world from dreams...that's definitely a pretty impressive ability.