Asgardians and Earth's Superheroes had all arrived at the frontline military camp.
Though called a military camp, it was actually an entire planet that had been remodeled. Countless massive cosmic warships were taking off and landing here, and the entire planet was awash in the color of steel.
It seemed that even the interior of the planet had undergone some modifications; rather than a planet, it was more like a massive, flying fortress.
At this moment, a pale blue planetary defense grid covered the sky. Outside the grid, countless terrifying Zerg and their warships were locked in fierce combat with the steel warships of the current cosmic civilizations, and fireworks of various colors erupted in the sky from time to time.
The wooden warships of Asgard quickly linked together to form a small bifrost.
Don't be fooled by the fact that these warships were made of wood; in reality, they contained withered branches and leaves from the World Tree, allowing them to channel the power of the World Tree to form small bifrosts.
Otherwise, how could they possibly rely on these wooden warships to fight a space battle? Although these wooden warships were equipped with energy weapons and energy shields, their speed was a fatal flaw, making them essentially sitting ducks once they entered space.
Their method of combat was to directly utilize the small bifrosts on these wooden sailing warships to teleport inside the enemy lines, leveraging the Asgardians' advantage in individual combat.
Of course, it was not yet time to fight; after all, the Asgardians had just arrived at the front line and did not yet know the exact situation.
A man dressed in bright red, wearing a red cloak, sporting a cockscomb-like ornament on his head, and possessing pale purple skin, approached with his guards behind him. He was currently exuding a scent of blood and an acrid stench, which came from both the Zerg and his own blood.
Although no wounds were visible on him, one could tell he had just experienced a brutal battle by his exhausted appearance and the specks of crimson still seeping through his freshly changed tight-fitting suit.
"Welcome, friends from Asgard." People from Asgard certainly wouldn't just show up on a whim; the Shiar Empire had sent a request for aid to Asgard, and the Asgardians had naturally communicated with them, with both sides agreeing on a time.
Otherwise, Gladiator couldn't have stayed here waiting for the Asgardians. He was one of the main combatants, and it was precisely to welcome these heavy-hitting reinforcements that he had squeezed out a little time from the battle.
"Enough with the pleasantries; just tell us where the enemy is!" Before Odin could speak, Thor had already excitedly spoken to Gladiator.
In normal times, if people from other cosmic empires heard Asgardians speaking like this, even if they didn't say it aloud, they couldn't help but call them barbarians in their hearts. But now, Gladiator and the people of the Shiar Empire felt it was truly great to encounter such proactive reinforcements!
Odin did not speak either. Ever since Thor awakened the power of the Thunder God, he had intentionally delegated authority to Thor, and now the vast majority of matters were decided by Thor himself.
Moreover, the three generations of Asgardian God Kings had passed down their divine power in succession, aiming to create a true God of Gods, and Thor was the final product. Because of this, Odin was currently in a state of gradual weakening, while Thor's power was subtly increasing.
However, this transferred divine power could actually only be considered potential. The best way to fully develop that potential was naturally through combat, so Odin was not surprised by Thor's current bellicose nature.
Gladiator smiled and pointed to the battlefield outside: "On this planet right now, we lack munitions, resources, and troops, but we certainly don't lack battles. Haven't you seen the battlefield outside?"
Thor nodded, looking at the massive Zerg warships outside. The Zerg were naturally quite large; Zerg one or two kilometers in size were ubiquitous in the universe, and the warships capable of housing them were astonishingly large, almost like small planets.
Of course, the three major empires and similar nations also had such super-giant warships, but those greenish, long, train-like warships could only be created according to Zerg aesthetics.
"Then, what are we waiting for?" Thor smiled. "Brave warrior, tell me your name. I am Thor, the God of Thunder!"
"Gladiator, you may call me; I am the Chief Duel Champion of the Shiar Empire!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Thor transformed into a bolt of lightning and rushed out of the planetary shield. Although the shield had astonishing defensive capabilities, it automatically opened a gap for Thor when he charged up.
Gladiator rushed over without hesitation, and the shield intelligently opened another gap. The two charged into the sky, and amidst the flashing lightning and light, large swathes of the Zerg were turned into ash.
Tony Stark watched the sky, dumbfounded: "Are they crazy? What on earth are those two doing? We just arrived here!"
"This is the Asgardian tradition." Loki shrugged, his tone impossible to distinguish between pride or mockery. "When it comes to deciding on a fight, muscles always think faster than the brain."
Odin, in the main seat, smiled slightly. As the God King of Asgard, although he didn't say anything about Thor's approach, which could be considered politically correct, in reality, he probably didn't approve of it much in his heart.
After all, among the Asgardians, the one who could truly rank first in intelligence was likely this God King Odin; even Loki, the God of Mischief, was a significant step behind him.
It was a pity that the Asgardians he led were all a bunch of barbarians, forcing this God King to sometimes have to accommodate tradition.
Thor had gone up to fight, while Loki began to communicate with the guards under Gladiator. The guards under Gladiator could actually be described as those who did odd jobs for Gladiator. Formulating strategies and such were all handled by them.
As for Gladiator himself, he was only responsible for being able to fight.
"Prepare to calibrate the bifrost coordinates, Asgardian warriors; the time for battle has arrived!"
Loki adjusted the calibration of the entire bifrost while encouraging the Asgardians under his command, while Odin sat at the bow of the ship like an old man. As the commander-in-chief, he naturally could not easily make a move.
In reality, it was because the transfer of the God King's divine power had caused Odin to gradually weaken, and he was preparing to save his strength for the most critical moment. That was why he would not make a move now.
Of course, because of Thor's actions just now, the Asgardians were already fired up; even if Odin didn't make a move, the morale of this group was already at its peak.
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