Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Thor looked at Sif with a pitiful expression, never imagining that the proud and arrogant rouge horse that used to follow him around would one day be completely tamed by an Earthling.

If Peter had any free time, he would definitely take this opportunity to tease this guy.

But now, he doesn't have that extra energy.

At this moment, he held Amaterasu in his right hand and golden divine fire in his left.

Like two divine dragons, they took turns lunging at the silent fragment of the Eternal Flame.

hum!

In an instant, the forging core, which had been dormant for countless years, was ignited, bursting forth with terrifying flames hotter than the stars!

With this terrifying firepower, the indestructible Uru metal and the World Tree trunk were burned red-hot in just a few minutes, turning into a molten mass indistinguishable from one another.

Peter glanced at it briefly and, seeing that it was almost heated, immediately wrapped the fireproof cloth around his hands.

What followed was a scene that made Frigga feel like her worldview was collapsing.

Peter actually put his hands directly into the molten metal that was powerful enough to burn through the core of a planet!

"Peter!" Thor exclaimed.

But Peter seemed oblivious to the terrifying heat and simply removed the red-hot ingot with his bare hands!

No anvil or forging hammer is needed.

The muscles on his arms were bulging and the veins were coiled like small snakes. He let out a low shout, grabbed both ends of the casting, and twisted it sharply!

The casting block, which ordinary gods could not even touch, was kneaded in his hands like dough, and exquisite Damask patterns were formed by his own hands!

His fingers flew across the paper, sometimes kneading, sometimes stretching, each movement filled with an overbearing sense of power and unbelievable control.

Frigga's eyes twitched violently. She wanted to say "the process is wrong," but she swallowed the words back down.

The reason is simple—the methods were all wrong, but the results were all right! And the efficiency was ridiculously high!

Forget it, I'm tired. Let it be... She was numb with shock at this young man.

About three to five minutes later, amidst a cloud of white mist, a brand new divine artifact appeared before everyone.

It was a bamboo-jointed steel whip, entirely black with a standard octagonal structure and covered with mysterious golden patterns.

The whip is about four feet three inches long. On the whip, runes are intertwined with some ancient and mysterious Eastern patterns that even Frigga cannot understand, forming a dazzling and strangely beautiful mixed pattern.

It floated silently in the air, yet it exuded a heavy feeling that seemed to be able to crush even space itself.

"What kind of weapon is this? What do you plan to name it?" Frigga asked curiously, looking at this unprecedented masterpiece.

Peter answered this question without a moment's hesitation:

Its name is... the God-Slaying Whip.

Peter casually flicked the whip, and the whip tore through the air with a dull whistling sound.

The simple and straightforward name, along with the obviously extraordinary design, made Frigga's lips twitch:

"So, what are the effects of this engraved inscription?"

"Simply put... a divine-specific Noble Phantasm is just an ordinary weapon when it hits an ordinary person, but if the opponent is a god, that's a different story."

"The higher the divine status, the more so-called divinity one possesses, and the more severe the harm one will suffer."

Peter explained the general effects of the God-Slaying Whip.

Frigga's face turned green, her expression conveying a subtle message: "Isn't this something you designed specifically to attack us Asgardian gods?"

"Don't worry, we won't target our own people."

Peter chuckled, casually put the God-Slaying Whip into his storage ring, and then picked up the second blank.

the second one.

The third piece.

Fourth piece.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

Peter's almost supernatural control over the flames accelerated the forging process to a degree that left Frigga speechless.

She even had a strange feeling—was this guy a master blacksmith from the dwarf race in his past life?

Before long, another eight divine artifacts were forged and placed on the forging table, each one exuding a restrained yet powerful aura of divine power.

"This is Gwen's."

Peter pointed to a pair of beautifully designed, simple gold wristbands.

The inner side of the bracers is engraved with spatial locking runes, while the outer side is covered with a thin layer of Asgardian divine power crystals.

"Once you put it on, the spider silk it shoots will have a divine quality, and even god-level creatures cannot easily break free from it. In addition, it also has a spatial sealing effect. Once you are trapped by the spider silk, you can forget about using spatial teleportation magic to escape."

"What an ingenious design!" Sif couldn't help but exclaim. "It takes restraint and confinement to the extreme, making it an absolute nightmare for assassins and mages."

Peter smiled and nodded, then displayed a pair of sharp claws that gleamed with a cold light before everyone:

"This belongs to Felicia."

"The effect is simple: the first claw strike will leave an indelible mark of divine power; when the second claw strikes the same spot..."

Peter made an explosion gesture, "It will trigger a divine explosion and leave a cursed wound in the target's body that will never heal."

Thor's mind instantly conjured up the bloody image of that hot catwoman "blowing" the enemy to pieces, and he subconsciously shrank back, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"This is Natasha's!"

This time it's a pair of sun and moon blades, all silver-white, with faintly visible boundary-breaking inscriptions flowing across the blade surface.

"The Sun Blade can greatly enhance ice and snow magic, while the Moon Blade is responsible for ignoring defense and low-level magic."

"This is Daisy's."

Peter walked toward the fifth artifact, this time a pair of brass knuckles.

"These brass knuckles can amplify her shockwave abilities to near the level of rules. Theoretically, she could even use shockwaves to 'shatter' certain conceptual rules."

Frigga finally couldn't hold back anymore, her voice trembling slightly:

"You...you created a superior-grade artifact that can interfere with, and even destroy, concepts?"

Even divine artifacts are divided into different grades!

The transforming sword that Sif used earlier was a low-grade artifact.

Items like the Meow Hammer, which possess the concept of blessing (anyone who meets the requirements can receive an amplification), or that can achieve a certain concept (such as the Breaker's Hammer's ability to ignore defense), are considered mid-grade divine artifacts.

But the kind of knuckle dusters that can break or establish new rules are the most superior artifacts.

Even the most skilled dwarven craftsmen might not be able to forge such a divine artifact.

"What's wrong?" Peter was completely baffled by Frigga's reaction, which seemed like she'd been stepped on.

"There have only been five artifacts of this quality in the entire history of Asgard..."

"That's the sixth one now... Well, I guess I'm just lucky."

Frigga began to doubt whether giving the forge to Peter was the right decision.

If he continues building like this, the treasures of Asgard, which Asgard is so proud of, will be greatly devalued because of his work!