Thor's wail drew countless eyes his way.
Of course, most Earthlings were still scrambling to hide, so the onlookers were all Asgardians.
Good news for Thor.
After all, in Asgard… what embarrassing thing hadn't he done?!
He'd long passed the basic stages of social death…
Take Loki nearby, for instance. Hearing Thor's wail, he didn't even feel like mocking him.
As for what Loki was thinking now?
He was genuinely happy and delighted!
"Haha, big bro, your hammer seems to have flown off on its own?!"
With few enemies nearby, Loki strolled over to Thor, twisting the knife in the wound.
Hearing Loki's words, Thor's chest ached in response.
But to avoid losing face in front of his brother, the already utterly humiliated elder brother struggled to stand.
"Mjolnir has fought by my side for countless years. Can't it take a break?"
"Hehe, yeah, just a break!"
Loki chuckled, pulling out the Casket of Ancient Winters.
"Too bad my Casket doesn't take breaks!"
Then he tucked it away and pulled out the Space Stone.
"And my Space Stone doesn't take breaks either!"
Saying this, Loki flicked the Space Stone toward Thor.
"Look at my stuff—none of it's as cool as your hammer. I really envy you having Mjolnir, hahahaha!!!"
Loki laughed and walked away, leaving Thor kneeling alone, his face filled with sorrow.
From afar, the sight of the golden-haired warrior kneeling alone in the ruins, his entire body radiating pain and grief…
The scene was utterly heart-wrenching.
…
In Asgard's Grand Library, Heimdall sighed deeply.
Though he didn't know Hela's character, she was still the eldest princess of the Aesir, Odin's firstborn!
In a way, Heimdall genuinely hoped Hela would win.
Even if she couldn't, at least she should put up a good fight, proving the Aesir still had their pride.
But this battle had only lasted a few minutes…
Thinking this, Heimdall shook his head involuntarily.
That wasn't a fight—it was a total rout!
Had the princess even lifted her face from the ground since the battle began?
This was… truly terrifying!
Meanwhile, Heisenberg set Hela down and was about to find Heimdall…
Wait, what?
Asgard had so many people with the surname "He"?
Cough cough.
Heisenberg took two steps, then suddenly remembered something.
He turned back to Hela, still unconscious.
Seeing her pitiful state, impaled on the ground, Heisenberg pursed his lips and casually pulled Gungnir from her spine.
Hela instantly bled profusely, but clearly, she'd been hit too hard earlier. Even with the spear removed, she didn't wake up.
Holding Gungnir, Heisenberg didn't even glance at the horrific wound.
She was an Asgardian—they might not be great at fighting, but they were certainly great at taking hits.
And since Hela was in Asgard, her minor injuries would heal quickly.
So, holding the divine spear, Heisenberg turned and flew toward the waiting Heimdall.
As Heisenberg landed, Heimdall nodded lightly in greeting.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty. You won effortlessly."
"Thanks to the divine power I just gained, I'm much stronger than when I fought Odin.
As for Hela, the princess is still young."
"You're right. So, do you have time now for me to teach you the techniques of the Bifröst?"
"That's exactly why I'm here!"
Speaking, Heisenberg jammed Gungnir straight into his right pants pocket.
Even though Heimdall had seen this before, he couldn't help but gasp.
Such a large spear, aimed at…
Even a god couldn't handle that, right?
Ignoring Heimdall's shock, Heisenberg extended his free hand.
"I need to hold the Sword of Bifröst to feel the rhythm of the rainbow bridge, right?"
Heimdall placed the sword in Heisenberg's hand and nodded.
"Correct. Your divine power has awakened, so you'll be especially sensitive to the sword's energy.
First, grip the hilt with both hands and mentally declare your desire to leave this place for another location.
The sword will accurately grasp your intent and use your power to fulfill it.
Since the sword itself carries the Aesir runes needed for teleportation, you don't need to chant spells for now.
Once you master teleporting with the sword, I'll teach you advanced methods—the Vanir magic to teleport even without the Bifröst!"
"Got it!"
Heisenberg nodded, then, as Heimdall instructed, mentally declared his destination.
Unsurprisingly, he chose Denver, Earth.
After all, he'd just left there.
Once his intent was clear, the sword in his hand trembled slightly.
Simultaneously, flames erupted uncontrollably from his arms.
The flames were just a byproduct of his light and solar divine power. His true strength was the radiance reflected by the flames.
And his divine power of light made the Sword of Bifröst glow brilliantly.
Suddenly!
Heisenberg stumbled, feeling like he was about to fall, despite his physical prowess.
Heimdall quickly urged him,
"Your Majesty, the sword won't let you fall, so don't resist the Bifröst's power!
Accept its flow, yield to its strength, like being carried by a river!"
"Got it!"
Heisenberg realized his stumble wasn't from nearly falling but from the teleportation power making him feel like he might fall.
So, even though he was steady, his instincts made him react to prevent a fall.
Now, he reengaged the divine power within the sword, and suddenly, he felt like he'd plunged into a river, swept away by the current.
Countless rainbow lights flashed before his eyes as he sped through the Bifröst.
In the next instant, Heisenberg landed firmly.
Looking around, countless Asgardian warriors turned to him!
The scene was instantly different.
During his earlier departure with Hela, many legion commanders had informed their troops of Heisenberg's identity.
Whether the soldiers cared or not, they now knew who he was.
So, as Heisenberg landed, the warriors drawn by the Bifröst's light immediately cried out,
"Welcome, Your Majesty!"
Hearing the unexpected voice, Heisenberg, holding the sword, looked curiously at the speaker.
The man was bald, with two black vertical tattoos on his scalp, starting above his temples and extending to the back of his head.
He wore blue-gold armor, distinctly different from standard Asgardian armor, clearly marking him as someone important.
"State your name!"
Heisenberg's commanding voice made the man immediately plant his savage war spear and kneel before him.
"Skurge, Centurion of the Savage Legion, greets Your Majesty!"
Recognizing the name and familiar face, Heisenberg understood.
Indeed, a named Marvel side character.
The very Skurge who wielded two enchanted M16s, first slaughtering his kin, then battling Hela—the postmodern Asgardian executioner!
Heisenberg hadn't expected this guy to be a Centurion in the Savage Legion!
After all, the Savage Legion was divided among thirty-three commanders, each managing their troops meticulously.
Each commander had only a thousand or so warriors.
So, there were no "thousand-commanders," and the legion commanders were essentially the thousand-commanders.
A Centurion, just one rank below a commander, was a high-ranking officer!
Clearly, Skurge, despite his unprofessionalism and hidden kindness, was indeed one of Asgard's finest.
Thinking this, Heisenberg patted Skurge's shoulder.
"Rise and fight, Skurge!"
"Yes!!!"
Hearing Heisenberg say his name, Skurge was ecstatic. Grabbing his spear, he charged into a group of Chitauri, shrinking their perimeter.
His spear moved like flowing mercury, leaving no opening.
The Chitauri surrounding him were slaughtered in seconds!
Finishing, Skurge glanced back at Heisenberg, who nodded.
Skurge's face turned bright red!
Even as Heisenberg turned away, Skurge remained energized, reducing the Chitauri to headless corpses!
Ignoring Skurge's eagerness to perform, Heisenberg approached Commander-in-Chief Sigmund.
As Sigmund saluted, Heisenberg explained,
"Maintain your formation and continue hunting Chitauri. I'm here only to learn the Bifröst's techniques."
He raised the Sword of Bifröst.
"Once the Chitauri are dealt with, I'll take you all back!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Sigmund smiled and rejoined the battle. Heisenberg, too, prepared to return to Asgard.
Once he succeeded once, his superhuman brain would remember every detail, ensuring future success.
So, he was ready to learn the next stage of Bifröst techniques from Heimdall!
Thinking this, he raised the sword, and rainbow light descended.
But just as he vanished, a woman's voice called out,
"Your Majesty, thank you for the gift. My hair…?"
Before she finished, Heisenberg was already gone with the Bifröst.
Sif, flying nearby, sighed helplessly.
"He left so fast. Looks like my thanks for this golden hair will have to wait till I'm back in Asgard!"
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