Dark Eldar

"Why don't you sleep in the side room on the west side?" said Farmer Demar. He pointed in the west direction.

"Okay, thank you!" Loki was quite polite.

After settling into his lodgings, the rancher Demar went to sleep. He didn't invite Loki to the balcony. Loki was quite surprised to find himself enjoying the night view while sipping his homemade chilled wheat beer.

"Maybe Demacia is too old and doesn't like beer. Or maybe he doesn't know how to brew it." Loki's curiosity has always been strong. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone through all that trouble to reach the Yundar Plains. (Running the map)

The side room on the farm seemed to be provided specifically for visiting guests. It was fairly clean, with a sturdy little wooden bed and a thick, soft brown mattress. There was also a log wardrobe and a Yundar sheepskin map hanging on the wall, creating a strong sense of nostalgia.

After Loki finished washing up, he made sure to put his precious "Mold of the Creator" in a safe place before going to bed. Otherwise, he might hurt himself when he turned over.

"Pfft!" The oil lamp was extinguished, and the "Hammer of the Creator" gleamed. It was about 70 centimeters long, its entire surface shimmering with a single color. No functional gems were inlaid on it; Loki disliked ornate appearances. Its material was neither gold nor silver, but rather forged from the highest grade orange magical ice crystals. The process of finding the materials was too "cruel" for Loki to recall...

It's an incredibly lightweight "artifact." Bound to the soul, and no one can change that. Loki would secretly take it out every night to admire it, or rather, to "show it off."

Since the primeval grasslands lack "barriers," other mages can perceive them using crystal balls. The prerequisite is that their cultivation level must be close to Loki's... There's also a terrifying possibility: rebels could also reach Yundar. The possibility is almost zero, unless... unless they've already been eliminated by Loki.

Loki fell asleep very quickly; it seems his centuries of life hadn't been in vain. He had developed excellent habits.

In a state of deep hibernation, a mage's soul can traverse freely, except for the world of the dead and the realm of the dead, a place of no return.

Meanwhile, the rebels are negotiating with Edward III in another world. Loki, finding himself in an awkward situation, decides to join in the fun.

"Whatever you need, I can make it for you! You can call a truce now. Let me get some sleep," Loki teased first.

"Really?" asked Ludar, the rebel leader who had been "baptized" by the Holy Flame. He was unrecognizable; if not for being driven by "dark energy," Ludar would not have ended up like this!

"Don't even think about it! He won't forge anything for you! Loki, go back! We'll meet again in two years!" Edward III said, waving to Loki's soul.

Just as Loki was about to leave, he suddenly realized that his soul was being imprisoned by something! He guessed it was the Dark Lord!

"You're not going anywhere! Loki! You will be a slave for life!" Sure enough! It was the dark sorcerer Dark. He revealed himself as he spoke.

"You actually managed to bind me? That's absurd! What level are you?" Loki yelled! He wanted to stall for time so that Edward III could freeze time.

A terrible thing happened: Edward did not offer any help.

"Edward! Could it be? You?!" Loki shouted!

"Don't misunderstand. I just want you to suffer a little, to experience some hardship. You're too outstanding. I'm just jealous of you. I'm still a messenger of light!"

Edward III gestured as he spoke. It seemed he genuinely was joking with Loki.