Chapter 121: Thor's Training in Progress
"Are you in such a hurry to find me in hell? Challenging a dying red Sun is not wise." Lust's fingertip lightly tapped the tip of Green's nose.
"You really are inside me—that heart." Green looked sideways at It.
"Do you mind?" Its finger slid down, hooking Green's chin and tilting his head even further.
"Of course not."
"Heh heh." A line curved upward on Its face, splitting into a grin.
"Continue to entertain yourself to death, Hunter. When that time comes, I will personally come to welcome you."
It dissipated into poppy flowers, the petals drifting through the air and fading away before they even hit the ground.
Green turned his head to look at Irene; she was also looking directly at him.
"Well done."
As she spoke, without waiting for Green to reply, she proactively pressed against him as if in an embrace, dissipating into wisps of white fire within his arms.
The shadows receded, the throne vanished, and the abnormality returned to silence.
Green's nostrils flared as he lightly sniffed the scent left behind by the Angel.
"Hmm~ Jasmine, with a base note of Tequila."
Not far away, the bar door was blasted open by an invisible force. Lorna and Laura rushed out, glanced around, and finally fixed their eyes on Green.
Green spread his hands and swayed his body slightly.
"Hello there~ Missed me?"
Seeing that this bastard was still as heartless as ever, the two girls finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"The power went out in the whole building just now. We tried to get in here, but we found the passage door couldn't be opened or broken. Laura even climbed outside but couldn't get in either."
As Lorna spoke, armed Agents swarmed in behind her.
"It was just a domineering parent coming to the door." Green waved his hand, signaling that everything was fine.
Taking the hint, they began to deal with the unconscious crowd on the floor on their own.
"Was it dangerous?" Lorna walked over, looking up at him.
"When is it ever not dangerous?" Green rubbed her small head.
"But I always win."
Laura followed behind, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the two broken women below the stage before she turned her head away.
"So what should we do now?"
"Hmm~ that's a good question."
Green curled his lip and pulled the corners of his mouth down, looking as if he were seriously pondering some profound problem.
"We should go back to our room, call our private chef to make some Mexican BBQ, get a large bottle of Coke, and play a few rounds of Ludo. How does that sound?"
As he spoke, he pulled them to his sides with his arms. Lorna was led forward two steps by his arm, her shoulder pressed against his side.
"That sounds really childish." Lorna leaned against Green with her head drooping listlessly, her dark green hair hanging down and swaying with her steps.
"Exactly." Laura was somewhat tempted, but to express her dissatisfaction with a certain big bear, she still stood on the same front as her good sister.
Her chin tilted up slightly and her lips were pursed, pretending to be uninterested.
"I don't care, you have to play with me." Green was equally stubborn, tightening his arms to pull the two of them even closer.
The two girls simultaneously shot Green an indescribable look, letting him figure it out for himself, yet neither refused. They followed his lead toward the elevator.
After the three of them passed through the corridor, the ceiling lights suddenly flickered a few times, tiny sparks flashed by, and then everything went quiet.
...
The next day, Thor woke up from a state of chaos.
His head hurt like hell, his temples were throbbing, and his vision was blurry. The orange lightbulb above him appeared as several blurred halos.
"Father?" In his daze, he seemed to remember seeing his old man before he passed out.
"Don't be so polite."
A familiar and somewhat terrifying voice came from in front of him.
He lowered his aching neck and saw Green sitting in front of him, holding a camera with the lens pointed right at him.
"Wataf?!"
He snapped awake instantly. By reflex, he performed a tactical lean-back, causing the chair he was sitting on to tip over and send him crashing to the floor.
"What are you doing?!"
He scrambled to get up, his hands bracing against the floor, his palms pressing onto a thick mat.
He discovered he was buck naked, and he was currently in a boxing ring with four posts and ropes.
In the darkness below the ring stood a dozen silent men in black wearing animal masks, their eyes staring straight at him.
"Shit! Shit!!"
Thor cursed loudly. This scene was incredibly eerie. Was this a cult?! Was he a sacrifice? No, had he become another plaything for the villain in front of him? Wait, why did he say 'another'?
Right, he remembered the absurd carnal desires of last night. Those men had forced a lot of alcohol down his throat, and it seemed something had been added to it.
"You bastard!!"
Thor roared and charged at Green like an enraged bull.
Green just watched him run over with a smile.
At that moment, several Dog-masked Agents stepped up onto the ring. They parted the ropes and walked in, blocking Green. One of the Agents delivered a whip-kick to Thor's abdomen; the leg was fast, and the pant leg whipped up a gust of wind.
Thor doubled over in pain, stomach acid surging up and spilling from the corner of his mouth, making a mess on the floor. He knelt on the ground, his knees hitting the wooden boards.
Then that Agent grabbed his head and delivered a knee strike. Thor's nose took another heavy blow, and blood splattered, tracing an arc under the lights before sprinkling onto the ring.
He fell backward, his back slamming against the wooden boards with a thud. He looked like a piece of meat that had been thrown down.
"For the next three hours, they will take turns fighting you."
Green stood up and walked over as the Agents stepped aside. He looked down at Thor with a smile hanging on his lips.
"Then there's an hour of rest, during which you'll learn various combat techniques. You'll have fifteen minutes for breakfast, followed by two hours of studying military science, politics, and philosophy. After that, there will be a random test."
"If you score below ninety, you're not allowed to sleep. Below seventy, you'll be tied to a stone and thrown into the lake. Below forty, you'll be worked over in turns until dawn, until the next round begins."
Thor lay flat on the floor, nosebleed still flowing, trickling out of his nostrils and sliding down his cheek into his ear.
He panted heavily, his chest heaving as he looked at Green's detestable face.
"Agreed?"
Green was no psychiatrist; he only knew how to lead people astray, not how to teach them to be good. So, he might as well use violence and exploitation to break him back into shape.
It didn't matter; Thor was an Asgardian, a god-man for short. He could handle it.
To Thor, that smile looked exactly like the shadow of the strictest teacher from his childhood.
No, back then it didn't matter if he didn't listen because he was a prince. But if he didn't listen to Green, he would definitely be toyed to death in all sorts of ways.
"Wh... why are you doing this?" he asked, voicing the doubt in his heart.
"Take a guess."
"That same old line again." Thor put on a mask of pain.
"What if the score is even lower?" he asked tentatively.
"You don't want to know." Green's narrow eyes curved. The arc was slight, yet it made Thor's spine go cold.
*Gulp!* Thor pulled back his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"Then it's settled?" Green didn't give him time to think. Thor hesitated to speak.
"Can you be a man for once?" Green suddenly raised his voice, making Thor flinch. To be honest, Green had become his psychological shadow.
"Oh, okay, I guess?" His voice was very small. He didn't understand why he still had to study at his age.
"Stand up." Green raised his hand, palm up.
"Huh?" Thor looked at Green suspiciously.
"Stand up!" Green's gaze became stern. Thor hurriedly stood up, his knees weak, swaying for a moment before steadying himself.
"Who are you?" Green looked him straight in the eye.
"I... I am Thor Odinson." Thor's eyes darted around, not daring to look at Green.
"No." Green shook his head. "You are a Stinking Dog."
"What?" Thor turned back, looking at Green with some anger.
"A qualified leader who can't even raise the upper limit of his own self-requirements—what right do you have to be worthy of your name?"
Green patted his face.
"You are just a Stinking Dog, a dog in heat that vents and causes trouble everywhere."
Thor's jaw trembled, his eyes staring at Green with resentment. He didn't move, just stood there.
"From now on, your name is Stinking Dog. Every time you meet a standard, you'll be allowed to put on one piece of clothing. Until you are fully dressed, you won't be qualified to take back your name."
Green squared Thor's shoulders.
"You can do it, right? Stinking Dog?"
"I will win!" Thor said in a low voice, his gaze determined.
"Oh-ho? So confident?" Green raised an eyebrow, then followed with a groin kick.
*Ding—*
"Argh!!!" Thor's expression instantly collapsed. He clutched his crotch and curled up on the floor like a cooked shrimp, his forehead against the wooden boards, letting out muffled groans.
"Okay, then the training officially begins." Green glanced at the incapacitated Thor and waved his hand.
The Dog-masked Agents nearby surrounded him.
Thor's forehead was pressed against the floor as he watched the surrounding figures. Those boots were getting closer and closer to him.
"Isn't it... one by one?"
No one answered; he was immediately swarmed and kicked.
Chapter 122: My Power!
Day one: Thor gets beaten up, scores 15 on his exam, and is hung under a helicopter to blow in the wind for two hours.
Day two: Thor gets beaten up, scores 3 on his exam, and is taken to the Amazon jungle for wilderness survival.
Day three: Thor still hasn't made it out of the Amazon.
Day four: Thor is rescued from the belly of an Anaconda, scores 1.5 on his exam, and is immediately stuffed into another Anaconda by Agents, equipped with only a small knife.
Day five: Thor is washed to the rendezvous point by the river; after five minutes of successful resuscitation, he continues the exam, scores 39.5, is taken back to be beaten in rounds until dawn, and then gets beaten up some more.
Day six: Thor can't take it anymore and tries to resist, continuing his Amazon journey.
Day seven: Thor, waking up in the hospital anemic from being drained by blood-sucking leeches, continues the exam, scores 62, and begins lake-bottom exploration.
Day eight: Thor starts writing a diary.
Day nine, day ten...
Thor's miserable life continues to progress "happily."
The rooftop helipad.
"We're leaving then," Lorna shouted toward Green.
She stood at the hatch, her dark green hair blown by the wind, tangling around her neck before she brushed it away.
"Bye," Green waved, his hand swaying twice in the air.
Their leave was long enough and they were bored; Green had originally planned to take them to a resort island to drive go-karts around the island.
"Remember to come back early," Laura reminded. She stood behind Lorna, one hand resting on the hatch frame, her chin slightly raised.
"I know."
Having received a response, Laura then followed Lornaonto the aircraft and left.
The hatch slowly closed, and the helicopter turned around, flying away toward the east.
Green looked up at the helicopter as it turned into a small black dot, smoke drifting from the corner of his mouth and dispersing into a thin line in the wind.
"Ah... I'm bored. Let's find a few targets to hunt."
He squinted, watching the plane grow smaller and further away until it disappeared into the clouds. Then, as he lowered his head and prepared to turn around, he suddenly caught a whiff of a strange aura.
His somewhat vacant and bored eyes slowly focused; his pupils contracted for a moment before relaxing again.
That aura was seeping up from a certain floor of the building.
He tilted his head.
"Oh?"
The 67th floor of the building.
A green light manifested a human silhouette on the wall, like a shadow beneath the water's surface slowly floating up.
Loki quietly stepped out through the wall, holding a short staff that was pitch black with a faint green gem embedded in its head, walking forward with elegant, slow steps.
He stood at the end of the corridor, watching Thor on the ring. The blonde powerhouse was wearing only a pair of boxers, covered in sweat, and was currently fighting multiple Agents with a flurry of punches and kicks.
Loki shook his head and chuckled, a smirk hooked on his lips, though there was no mirth in his eyes.
"Have you fallen so low as to be evenly matched with these Midgardians? Brother."
On the ring, Thor, who was focused on defending, was suddenly stunned when he heard his brother's familiar voice.
In that moment of distraction, an opponent Agent landed a right hook on his cheek. He stumbled back repeatedly, only stabilizing himself when he hit the ropes.
"Why are you here?"
Thor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes steady. Days of tempering had taught him not to open his mouth with empty provocations but to observe more carefully.
Loki's appearance was abnormal.
"I just wanted to come and see your pathetic, miserable face," Loki sneered disdainfully.
By this time, the other Agents had also discovered the anomaly. Almost in zero seconds, they drew their guns, flipped the safeties, and aimed at Loki.
"State your identity and purpose."
"What? You are going to..." Loki held out his hands, his flippant words unfinished.
Bang bang bang!!
The Agents opposite him directly emptied their magazines. The gunfire exploded across the open ring, the noise making eardrums ache.
Loki's luxurious green coat with gold trim was instantly shredded, fabric flying and gold threads snapping as bullet holes densely covered his body.
He himself was stunned. Although the bullets didn't break his skin, the stinging pain, like being bitten by mosquitoes, infuriated him.
"I hadn't even finished my opening lines!"
That's not how it goes on TV, is it? Loki felt he had been cheated.
But his misunderstanding of human armaments wasn't entirely his fault; it was actually because Green preferred using Snake Shield Agents over S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, especially since this was private work.
These people never hesitate when firing, never talk nonsense, and never give villains a chance to perform.
"You..."
Loki grit his teeth, but before he could finish,
The Agents quickly reloaded and emptied their magazines again.
"Crude mortals!"
Gold light flashed on Loki as he donned his armor, and the short staff in his hand transformed into a scepter-spear. With a sharp tip and a slender body, he narrowed his eyes, built up a bit of power, and thrust forward.
A five-meter-long light blade shot from the tip of the scepter, sweeping toward the ring.
The light blade was very bright and glowing green, like a crescent moon flying from the tip of the staff, cutting through the air with a hissing sound.
Seeing this, the several Agents didn't hesitate or shout; they dodged quickly.
Thor, among them, executed a tiger pounce and rolled away, not caring how graceful his posture was.
The light blade sliced through the ring's ropes and guardrails, shooting straight toward the distant building facade.
"Fuck! Loki, I'm your damn brother!"
Thor shouted with lingering fear. He leaned against the edge of the ring, his face only inches away from the cut mark, smelling the scorched scent emanating from the cross-section.
Why hadn't he felt that Loki's amateurish attack magic was this threatening before?
"Shut up! I didn't see you blocking for me when they were hitting me!" Loki barked dissatisfiedly.
His body quickly Transformation into dozens of Lokis, surrounding everyone from all directions and closing in on them. Dozens of faces wore the same cold smirk.
"You've grown weak, brother," the Lokis said in unison.
The Agents' faces were grim as they took up close-combat stances.
At that moment,
Ding—
The nearby elevator suddenly stopped, and the doors opened.
Thor also instantly realized who was coming. His pupils contracted, and the expression on his face changed from alertness to tension.
"Don't hurt him!" he blurted out.
"What? Is this your plea for mercy?" Loki found it somewhat amusing, his lips curling into a mocking arc.
His peripheral vision instinctively glanced at the elevator doors; the indicator light stopped at the 23rd floor, but no one was seen coming out.
Loki frowned.
Immediately after, a tall figure appeared before him as if teleporting.
The speed was so fast it didn't look like movement, but rather like the scene had been edited; one second the end of the corridor was empty, and the next, that body filled Loki's entire field of vision.
Then, a hand reached out, grabbed him by the neck, and hoisted him up.
Intense suffocation and terror made Loki's eyes widen instantly. The powerful rush of wind only then arrived late, and the surrounding illusionary Lokis flickered under the airflow and disappeared one after another.
"Hi~ beautiful."
Green chuckled, his flippant tone identical to Loki's when he first arrived, but the strength in his hand increased rather than decreased. His knuckles tightened, and his grip pressed into Loki's throat, pushing inward like tightening a screw.
"Ugh!"
Loki was choked until his face turned deathly pale, and veins bulged from his forehead. His feet kicked in the air, growing weaker and weaker.
Ever since he left Jotunheim, he had been using Odin's Eternal Spear and the Throne of Odin, paired with the Bifrost Bridge, to peer into this side.
In his view, this was merely Thor, stripped of his divine power, being toyed with by a mere Midgardian force; it wasn't life-threatening, and he even enjoyed watching his proud brother being suppressed.
And Green was just a small leader of that force; how strong could he be?
But after being held like a chick about to be crushed by the opponent, he realized he was wrong, utterly wrong!
Wait, it's only been a few hundred years since the last visit; how does Midgard have such a powerful man?! As a Trickster Mage, he was directly closed in on due to an information gap—how was he supposed to fight?
If he had known, he would have used Astral Projection to come over instead of descending in his physical body.
There was no medicine for regret, because he was on the verge of dying.
"No! Let him go!"
Thor rushed forward anxiously with large strides and swinging arms, but before he could take two steps, an Agent grabbed his shoulders, pressed down, and kicked; his knees slammed onto the floor, forcing him to kneel there.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
"Bad dog." Green turned his head, looking at him with a half-smile.
"If I want to kill him now, can you stop me?"
His grip continued to tighten, and bloodshot veins crept onto the edges of Loki's bulging eyeballs, slowly staining the whites pink.
"No!!" Thor shouted.
"Don't beg me; you know it won't work."
Thor looked at every word coming out of Green's mouth and that malicious smile.
He wasn't joking; Loki really would die!
In an instant, a faint light ignited within Thor's pupils. The light was very thin, like capillaries; upon closer inspection, it was lightning, white, crawling across his irises like tiny bolts of lightning wandering through clouds.
At this moment, above the building, the broken thin clouds seemed to receive a summons, attracted by magnetic points and swirling, becoming thick and pitch black like a sea vortex hanging upside down in the sky.
The clouds churned, gathering from all directions, pressing lower and thicker until they swallowed the entire sky.
"Ho?"
Green noticed, his eyebrows rising slightly as he spoke the final push.
"Bad dog, can you even summon thunder without your hammer?"
"I! AM! THE THUNDER!!"
A powerful surge of rage erupted from his heart. Thorroared as the light in the room dimmed—no, more accurately, the light was stolen by the lightning emerging from Thor's body.
The lightning on his body began to spread. The clothes of the Agents suppressing him were burned into high-temperature ash by the electric arcs; fabric flew and edges charred, revealing the scorched red skin beneath.
Green released the semi-conscious Loki, dashed in front of Thor, pushed the surrounding Agents aside, and slammed his hand onto Thor's chest, sending him flying.
Thor flew backward, and at the moment Green's palm struck, several Mach rings boomed and diffused from his back.
He crashed straight through the glass curtain wall of this floor and flew out of the building.
Glass shards exploded in the daylight, showering down around him.
Thor's figure tumbled in the air, his limbs spread wide.
In the next moment,
The thunderstorm clouds above blasted down a thick pillar of lightning, covering him like a hand reaching down from the sky, clutching him in its palm.
Armor fragments descended from the sky. Those silver-shining plates emerged from the lightning, attaching to Thor's body one by one.
Pauldrons snapped onto his shoulders, the cuirass fitted to his chest, and bracers wrapped around his forearms.
Mjolnir flew across states, trailing a long electric arc from afar, and in the blink of an eye, it was at his hand.
The handle was gripped in his palm. The familiar weight and familiar power surged from the hammer, pouring into his arm and flowing through his entire body.
A cape unfurled behind him, billowing loudly.
Lightning surged in Thor's eyes.
The power... is back!! And it's stronger than before!!
He didn't even need the hammer as a medium to call the lightning; he could sense and command the lightning himself.
Those currents raced through his veins, vibrated in his bones, and wandered beneath his skin.
And all of this was thanks to a certain someone.
He stood suspended in the air, looking toward the glaring gap in the building.
"Green!! Get the hell out here!!"
Chapter 123: Thor: It's not working, it's really not working.
The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and Thor felt he was back in action.
He looked down at the white light dancing from his fingertips, his mouth stretching ear to ear.
"I feel like I'm filled with power!!"
The excessive electricity made his mind swell. After all, the contrast was too great; this feeling of bouncing from the bottom of the valley to the sky made his brain feel a bit floaty.
Green stood at the edge of the building's breach, his hand against his forehead as he looked at the sky.
A layer of broken glass was spread beneath his feet, rolling in the wind and making a faint, crisp crunching sound.
His shadow extended from his feet, casting a long stretch across the indoor floor.
"The weather forecast said there would be no rain today."
"So what?!" shouted Thor, who had recovered his super hearing. He carried Mjolnir on his shoulder, his chin slightly raised, his posture as arrogant as a peacock displaying its feathers.
"So..." Green lowered his eyes to look at Thor.
[Liberation Level 75%]
"Roar!!"
His figure was like a terrifying, elongated dragon shadow, shooting out from the edge of the breach.
"Huh?"
Thor's mouth froze. He... he hadn't seen it clearly?!
His eyes were still tracking the position where Green had just been standing, and his brain was still processing the signal from that afterimage, but that body had already pressed right in front of him.
He could only catch a pair of golden eyes looking down with disdain from above.
"I said there's no rain, so there's no rain!"
[Rider — — Kick!!]
Green whipped his leg upward, slamming it into Thor's abdomen.
That kick was fast and heavy. As his sole smashed into the armor, a visible sonic boom ring spread out from the point of Impact.
Thor's whole body buckled.
His waist bent at an unnatural angle, his face nearly touching Green's lower leg, his mouth agape, his eyes bulging.
"Ugh-wah!!"
He vomited a mouthful of blood, kicked into a meteor, and soared straight upward.
His tiny figure blasted a huge hole in the churning thunderclouds.
The dimly lit building and the surrounding complex suddenly brightened. Morning light poured down from that hole, like a spotlight on a stage.
Thor, knocked unconscious by the kick, felt electricity crackle in his chest, powerfully stimulating his heart.
The current drilled through the gaps in his breastplate, like a shot of adrenaline injected into his heart muscle.
"Haa—"
Thor woke up with a start, his eyes widening, his pupils contracting.
Looking down, Las Vegas kept shrinking until it was the size of a biscuit tin. The high-rises turned into matchsticks, the streets into thin lines, and the neon lights into tiny specks of light.
He was still rising, having reached above the high-altitude clouds. The scorching Sun shone down, and without the cover of clouds, his armor grew hot.
"What the hell?" He panicked.
No, why did it feel like recovering was the same as not recovering, and he still had to get beaten up?
The churning sea of clouds below suddenly turned pitch black. The white wisps of cloud seemed to have been dyed by something, darkening from the edges, turning gray, then black, and finally condensing into a thick, ink-like mass.
Vaguely, that blackness condensed into the shape of a ferocious dragon head, opening its mouth to bite him inside.
The teeth made of clouds closed around him, and cold water vapor splashed onto his face.
"Is this... aura?!"
Thor, who was always pressured by his father, quickly steadied his mind. Arcs of electricity surged in his eyes, and the sea of clouds returned to normal.
The white wisps of cloud churned again, as if nothing had happened.
The only difference was Green, who had approached unnoticed. His dragon wings unfurled behind him, the tips slicing through the clouds and dragging two long, thin white contrails.
"Don't come over here!!"
Thor swung Mjolnir with a stern shout, and a bolt of lightning struck down from the hammer, the current snaking through the air with a crackling sound.
Green's momentum was checked. His body paused for a moment in the lightning; his scales glowed from the electricity, and his wing membranes were pierced with a few small holes, but he was still closing in, just a bit slower.
Having previously experienced nuclear explosion thermal radiation, Green's heat resistance could be said to have been raised extremely high. The slowing speed was just because he hadn't yet adapted to the paralysis of the lightning element.
But, he was fast!!
Thor watched the shortening line of lightning and Green's pair of mocking dragon eyes, and he panicked even more.
His face was reflected in those golden pupils, along with the increasingly bright sky behind him.
Survival instinct allowed him to break through once again.
"Obey my call!!"
He roared and raised his other hand, palm open, fingers toward the sky, as if he were trying to drag something down from above.
The surrounding clouds rolled rapidly, rubbing and churning, and thousands of currents surged from all directions.
Those arcs of electricity drilled out from the clouds, some thin as hair, some thick as arms, densely interwoven together, illuminating the entire sky with a snowy brightness.
In an instant, the sea of clouds for several kilometers around became a lightning field, and the currents surged toward his palm.
Thor gripped the handle of Mjolnir with both hands.
A blinding white light flashed all around, as if overloaded.
The lightning bolt striking toward Green expanded a hundredfold, going from the thickness of a bucket to the width of a whole wall.
The lightning engulfed Green's figure. His body ignited instantly; his scales began to glow red and bright from the edges, like iron burned through.
His skin turned scorching red, the membranes of his dragon wings tore open, revealing the charred skeleton underneath.
Thick black smoke rose from him, but looking closely, it was clearly debris from his body tissue, shattered by the current, peeling off his skin and scattering in the air.
When Thor saw this scene, he suppressed the restlessness in his heart.
He disliked Green, but he didn't hate him; he just wanted to teach him a lesson.
Although this bastard was messing with him, he had also gained tremendous growth.
For him, Green was actually an unqualified mentor.
Yeah, a damn mentor.
A calmed mind even allowed him to realize that Green's threat to Loki was just to provoke him.
However, before he could pull back his power, the previously stalled Green accelerated and closed in on him again, faster and faster.
The plasma sprayed off his body like cool water.
"Bad, bad, bad!"
Thor was in disbelief, but he gritted his teeth and retracted all the lightning, gathering it into the head of Mjolnir, pouring it into the hammer, and the hammer head shone like a small Sun. At the moment Green charged, he swung the hammer with all his might, smashing it forward.
Green raised his dragon claw to grab it.
Boom—
A spherical arc of electricity exploded from the point of Impact, like a newborn star born between the two.
The thunderous shockwave rippled through the surrounding clouds, like ripples on water, spreading to the horizon and beyond.
Crack, crack!!
The hammer body trembled in his palm. Those arcs of electricity jumped from the hammer head, crawling all over Green's arm and drilling into the gaps between his scales, but his hand remained motionless, as if welded to the handle.
"How is this possible?!"
Thor gritted his teeth and pulled hard on the handle, his hands gripped tightly, the veins on his forearms bulging. He was struggling backward, but he just couldn't break free from Green's grasp.
He broke down.
"Trash."
Green spoke, his voice flat. New scales grew from the edges of those pierced by electricity, and the charred flesh was pushed out by fresh granulation tissue, generating an extra layer of insulating keratin that covered the surface of the scales.
The dragon horn structure simultaneously underwent functional evolution, deriving conductive properties. Lightning formed arc transitions between the tips of the horns, and in terms of appearance, he was even closer to the definition of "Thor" than Thor himself.
"This isn't fair." Thor smiled bitterly.
"Who the hell cares."
Green clamped his other hand onto his face.
"Prepare yourself to resist me!"
[RiderPunch · Maximum Output]
"Undersea — Drop!!"
Green swung Thor and threw him straight toward the ground.
Bang, bang, bang!
Several Mach rings broke the wind one after another, the sounds almost merging into one. Thor's brain was thrown into chaos by the rapidly changing air pressure difference, and the sky and ground in his field of vision blurred into a mass of colors.
His whole body rubbed against the atmosphere, turning into a burning fireball, falling from the high sky.
Green hovered above the vault of the sky, watching the direction where Thor fell.
He withdrew his gaze, suddenly realizing something, and looked down at Mjolnir, which he was currently holding in his hand.
"Huh?!"
On the boundless desert, camel bells rang softly. A group of camels carried several spice merchants walking on the sand dunes, their hooves sinking into the golden sand.
There were exceptionally few clouds today, as if they had all gathered on the side of the city, revealing a vast, azure sky, blue as if washed by water.
A merchant, thirsty, pulled out a leather water flask, unplugged the wooden stopper, and took a sip, tilting his head back.
Water leaked from the corner of his mouth, trickling down his stubble and dripping onto the scorching sand. He wiped his mouth and was about to withdraw his gaze.
Suddenly, he discovered a scorching flash of fire.
He looked closely and saw a fireball with a tail flame shooting over from the clouds, dragging a long white line across the blue sky.
"Meteorite?" He murmured.
Immediately, his eyes widened.
No! Why is that meteorite coming this way?!
The camel beneath him sensed danger and became restless.
It pawed at the sand, making uneasy neighs, and the bell on its neck jingled chaotically. The merchant pulled the reins tight, wanting to turn around.
But the fireball was too fast; from seeing it fall with the naked eye, it was less than three seconds.
The fireball swept past hundreds of meters above them, the scorching heat searing their skin. Their heads turned with the fireball, their necks twisted at the same angle, their eyes narrowed into slits.
Boom—
The fireball smashed into the desert like ten thousand tons of bombs detonating on this golden desert.
A pillar of sand shot up, dozens of stories high, and the golden sand particles exploded into a huge flower under the Sun.
The sandstorm kicked up by the spreading shockwave was dozens of meters high, like a moving wall, crushing toward all directions.
"Giddy up!!"
Several people screamed and whipped the camels, and the camels bolted, their humps bobbing over the sand dunes.
But the wall of sand was too fast, catching up to them in the blink of an eye and ruthlessly engulfing them.
Dust filled the air, and a circular Impact crater over a hundred meters wide was vaguely visible.
The sand at the bottom of the crater was burned into glass, shining with a dark red light under the Sun, like a sheet of solidified lava.
Not long after, Green landed, flapping his dragon wings, the tips slicing through the dust.
He was still holding Mjolnir in his hand, flipping the handle with his thumb and spinning the hammer head. Those arcs of electricity were flung out, crackling in the air for a few seconds before extinguishing.
Although even he didn't know why he could wield this hammer.
In the center of the crater, Thor, his armor shattered until only his briefs remained, propped up his body. Bleeding from his seven orifices, the blood dripped onto the glass-like sand, sizzling and emitting white smoke.
But the Asgardian constitution kept him from turning into a pile of mush after falling at full acceleration from thousands of meters high, though his whole body was in pain now.
Swish, swish, swish...
Hearing footsteps, Thor turned his head with difficulty to look at Green.
His eyelids were swollen, his vision leaking out from the slits. He vaguely saw that tall silhouette and the hammer in his hand spinning happily.
He raised his trembling hand.
"Wait... wait, I'm a bit oxygen-deprived..."
Bam!
His dear hammer head and his dear forehead shared a crisp kiss, and Thor's body pitched forward, finally passing out.
Chapter 124: Destroyer
Inside the building.
"Haa—" Loki, who had been sleeping peacefully, caught his breath and bolted upright, gasping. The blue-purple bruise on his neck was strikingly visible.
He blinked, his vision slowly focusing from a blur. The floor was empty; the Agent had completely withdrawn, leaving only him behind.
When facing irresistible forces, strategic retreat and preserving combat power are the first priority directives.
"Thor?" Loki instinctively called out his brother's name, which echoed through the empty floor.
His call seemed to be answered.
Green flew in from the morning light, his dragon wings folding behind him. The wingtips brushed against the edge of the breach, kicking up a few shards of glass.
He glanced sideways at the wide-eyed Loki, his draconic features gradually fading.
"Th... Thor?" Loki looked in disbelief at the thing Green was carrying. It was Thor.
How long had he been unconscious? An hour? A day? No, was that the question? The question was, how had Thorbeen beaten into such a serious condition so easily?!
"Yo, awake? Not hurt, right?" Green enthusiastically raised the hammer. He casually let go of Thor's cape, and the heavy body hit the ground with a dull thud.
"Not hurt? I was almost choked to death by you!" Lokicursed inwardly, but looking at Green opposite him, he felt very uneasy, especially since Green was actually holding Thor's hammer.
What the hell?! The guy lost, and even his equipment was taken by the opponent?
And this distance, for the other party, was just a matter of an instant, yet he walked over with a smile—it was terrifying!!
Loki braced his palms against the floor and scooted back a few inches, but then he thought of his trump card and immediately felt more confident.
"Heimdall! Quickly, teleport the Destroyer to me!!" He shouted up at the void.
"Oh?" Green also stopped, hands on his hips, looking at the sky outside the breach.
"Heimdall, don't play dead! I command you in the name of the King of Gods!" Loki glanced at Green and shouted, but there was still no response.
He saw the mockery in Green's eyes, as if he were watching a clumsy one-man show.
"Tsk tsk tsk, how pitiful, Loki, Prince—oh, right, adopted son." Green shook his head slightly, peering at Loki, and curled his lip.
"Heimdall!!" Loki's face flushed, and he glared fiercely at Green, roaring,
"Thor has been beaten to a pulp, and you're still not reacting, are you! Are you indifferent even when the heir to Asgard is in danger? If you don't need your eyes, go donate them!!"
This time, there was finally a disturbance above the horizon.
A Bifrost Bridge as sharp as a sword extended down from the sky. A seven-colored beam of light struck down from the clouds, pointing precisely at the building's breach, pointing at Green.
"It really came?" Green reacted quickly, swinging the hammer to meet it.
Mjolnir burst with an arc of electricity in his hand, the hammer head smashing toward the Bifrost Bridge.
High-density energy fragments, like shards of glass, sprayed outward from between them, like shattered glazed tiles, piece by piece, flashing with seven-colored light in the morning sun.
Green's feet sank into the floor, cracks spreading from beneath him, extending all the way to the base of the wall.
"Oh ho! So powerful!!" Green grinned broadly. Before he finished speaking, the output of the Bifrost Bridgeintensified, tilting and piercing through the entire building, knocking him into the underground parking lot.
Concrete debris exploded behind him, steel bars were bent, and floors were pierced layer by layer, the rumbling sound traveling all the way down from above.
Back at the original spot, Loki, beside the Bifrost Bridge, stood up.
He looked at the unconscious Thor on the other side of the bridge, his eyes flashing with unwillingness and jealousy. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.
Only when mentioning Thor, only when mentioning Thor, will these damn guys react, right!
"Stay here and fend for yourself, Brother." He gritted his teeth and jumped down the hole.
Meanwhile, in the underground parking lot,
The massive energy fluctuation caused all the vehicles to honk their horns and flash their hazard lights.
Those alarm sounds shrieked one after another, and the headlights flickered in the darkness.
The tip of the Bifrost Bridge seemed to be resisted by some indestructible steel, or rather, for the steel, it was a tempering.
Waves of energy that couldn't be discharged straight ahead spread outward. Vehicles were pushed away, tires screeched against the ground, car doors dented, and windows shattered.
The load-bearing columns cracked, and concrete debris fell rustling down, as if there had been an earthquake.
At the bridgehead, Green lifted the hammer and slowly stood up.
He had successfully adapted, including to this powerful kinetic energy.
Dragon scales covered his arms again, and the skin scorched by the Bifrost Bridge had grown a new stratum corneum, thicker and denser than before.
Suddenly, the Bifrost Bridge shrank and its power receded.
A three-meter-tall, humanoid steel armor leaped out from the Bifrost Bridge channel and punched toward Green.
Its body was pitch-black and shiny, and the wind from its fist brought a wave of scorching heat.
Green didn't dodge; he punched its face in return.
The two fists crossed. The armor's fist smashed into his face, his head was knocked to one side, a cut split open at the corner of his mouth, and blood seeped out.
The armor's face was directly dented by Green's punch, but it quickly restored to its original shape. Immediately, it kicked out. Green dodged to the side, swung Mjolnir, and struck its chest with a hammer blow.
Arcs of electricity crackled and scattered, leading to the surrounding indicator lights and exploding into electric sparks.
The armor was sent flying by this blow, smashing into a Ferrari. The car body was flattened, the doors stuck together, the tires burst, and the air pump hissed as it leaked.
Without the slightest pause, the dented part of its chest quickly recovered. At the same time, its head opened, revealing a cavity like a furnace fire, inside of which surged white-hot light, like a burning star.
Immediately after, a high-temperature beam carrying violent destructive particles shot out from it toward Green. Everywhere it passed, the air was ionized, emitting a hissing shriek.
Green raised one hand to take it head-on. A burning pain came from his palm, but it quickly became warm, and the pain faded. Those destructive particles were absorbed by his scales, flowing through his blood vessels throughout his body, becoming energy for Green's recharging.
He exhaled Dragons Breath from his throat. A golden-red column of fire collided with the beam, exploding into a blinding ball of light between them, but in less than a breath, the Dragons Breath pushed past with overwhelming superiority.
Rune symbols lit up on the armor, and it raised its arms to resist.
The hot fire covered it directly, the flames flowing over its body, licking every inch of metal.
A few seconds later, Green stopped the Dragons Breath. In the distance, a dozen or so cars of various sizes beside the armor had been burned into molten iron.
The ground was also burned into shallow, splashed glass-like pits. The armor's main body was crimson red, like an iron ingot just fished out of a steel furnace, but the red quickly faded, revealing the intact metal underneath.
"Really nice, good stuff." Green exclaimed. Although it was only a low-power Dragons Breath, it wasn't hard to see that the armor's magic resistance was definitely the top-tier among the creations he had seen so far.
He was about to take a step when he suddenly sensed something unusual. It was an instinctive alertness, crawling up his spine, cold, as if something had opened its mouth behind him.
He violently swung his claws backward, the dragon claws tearing through the air, five cold lights flashing past.
But it was still a beat too slow.
Frigid air sprayed out from somewhere in mid-air, covering him over a large area. Green's body was frozen in an instant: first his arms, then his shoulders, then his chest.
Ice grew from his body, wrapping layer upon layer, swallowing him whole.
Golden light swept up from behind the cold air, revealing Loki.
But at this moment, his appearance had changed drastically: deep blue skin, red eyes, and the ice block—already half a person high—reflected in his pupils. He had clearly reverted to his original bloodline form.
He held the Casket of Ancient Winters in both hands, activating it with all his might. The white mist spewing from the casket's opening shrouded everything around it.
The temperature in the entire underground parking lot plummeted, dropping to below zero in the blink of an eye.
The concrete floor was covered with a layer of frost, a white layer like a sprinkling of salt.
The car shells that had been burned into molten iron cooled rapidly, finally freezing into twisted iron blocks.
Water pipes froze and burst, and icicles hung down from the ceiling, one by one, like stalactites.
The load-bearing columns were covered in frost, the cracks filled with ice, bulging and ready to burst at any moment.
The Destroyer armor stood stock-still, its runes still glowing, but it no longer moved. Frost crawled up its ankles, spreading upward along the leg armor.
Loki was not at ease; he persisted in driving the Casket of Ancient Winters for a dozen seconds until the thick ice completely covered Green's figure, piling up into a small, towering ice mound.
The ice block reached the ceiling, and inside, a humanoid silhouette could be vaguely seen, frozen in the posture of swinging a claw.
"Haa—" Loki exhaled a breath of cold air. He closed the Casket of Ancient Winters, the light at the casket's opening extinguished, and the white mist slowly dissipated.
He looked at the ice block with satisfaction, grinning wickedly.
"You are not a god; I am!"
Loki stepped onto the slippery icy ground and approached, his face almost pressing against the ice surface.
"And a god must not be insulted!!"
Crack!
At this moment, Loki received an answer once again. A crisp sound suddenly came from the ice block.
"What?!"
Loki's smug expression suddenly turned to suspicion. Did he mishear?
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The successive crisp sounds told him that he hadn't. Even on the translucent ice surface, cracks had clearly appeared.
"NoNoNo! This is impossible!"
Loki's eye twitched, and his body involuntarily retreated.
The opponent should have been a specimen by now! How could any creature withstand such a long spray of cold air?
The Casket of Ancient Winters was taken from the core of Jotunheim. It was something that could freeze the entire Midgard; how could it not freeze a Midgardian?!
"Damn freak!"
In his fear, he continued to activate the Casket of Ancient Winters. The casket's opening lit up again with a ghostly blue light, and white mist spewed out, attempting to reinforce the ice seal.
But searing hot air erupted from inside the ice block, resisting it.
The surface of the ice block began to bubble, water vapor hissed and evaporated, and white mist surged out from between the two, scattering and shrouding the entire parking lot in chaos.
The villain had broken free from his bonds.
Loki stared blankly at the tall figure walking out of the mist. The blood-red light on the opponent's chest flickered, like a scarlet cyclopean eye, expanding and contracting, neutralizing the effects of the extreme low temperature in the surroundings.
"Dangerous weapons like this shouldn't be played with by brats."
Having completed his adaptation, Green was not afraid of the extreme cold at all. He raised his dragon claw and snatched the Casket of Ancient Winters from Loki's hands.
Losing its Frost Giant holder, the casket's runes extinguished, and the casket's opening closed.
Immediately after, without sufficient low temperature to counteract it, the eerie evil energy radiation shone directly onto Loki's entire body.
He felt as if he were standing naked in Muspelheim, which was covered in lava and eternal fire, agonizingly and painfully slowly melting into a pool of tar.
Loki spoke dryly,
"What... what kind of monster are you?"
Chapter 125: Loki: Wait, This Seems a Bit Familiar
"How rude, isn't it?"
Green pressed his hand onto his head, like pressing down on a disobedient ball.
Loki was under quite a bit of pressure,
but he didn't give up, secretly letting a trace of magic slip out from between his fingers.
"Is it not?" He stiffened his neck, trying to use rhetoric to hold the situation in a stalemate.
"The cold air that erupted from the Casket of Ancient Winters just now was enough to kill most humans in a large city across half of Midgard. Yet you didn't die; I can't even see a sign of injury on you."
"Oh~ so I'm that powerful?" Green said with feigned surprise.
Then, he grabbed Loki by the head, lifted his body in front of him, and turned him toward the charging Destroyerarmor.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!!"
Looking at the steel weapon before him, Loki hurriedly raised his hand to order it to stop, but the Destroyer acted as if it hadn't heard. Under his astonished gaze, it grabbed one of his legs and swung him up.
Green let go along with the momentum.
Loki was flung straight by the centrifugal force, his body stretching into a straight line in the air.
In mid-air, his bewildered little eyes were very bewildered.
"Is this thing's brain broken?"
But how could the Destroyer have a brain? Its head was empty. The main energy supporting its movement was the Odin... wait, the Odinforce?!
The moment Loki's melancholic, British-style handsome face was 0.01 centimeters from the ground, he realized something.
"Father... is lying to me."
He recalled the scene where Odin grabbed him by the collar before falling unconscious in front of the throne steps. He had been panicked and lost. Ultimately, he wanted to become Odin—more accurately, to become an Asgardian respected by everyone.
He learned Odin's tone, learned Odin's gait, and learned Odin's lies. He thought that as long as he learned them well enough, they would become real.
It seemed Odin hadn't given him that chance. Even his act of coming here to mock (look after) Thor had been calculated into the plan.
As for this Midgardian who had seriously injured Thor, he was likely the backup plan. From beginning to end, it was all an act, intended only to stimulate Thor to awaken his divine power.
Loki was slammed against the ground several times in succession. Finally, he lay flat in the shallow crater he'd made, staring blankly at the ceiling, no longer wanting to struggle.
"What a hassle, I still have to clean up the battlefield."
Green withdrew the Fel Energy particles dissipating in the air back into his body. Fortunately, there weren't many people here; most had wisely fled after Green was blasted down.
Except for a few who still wanted to take photos; they had been melted by fel radiation into a pile of writhing flesh stuck together.
As for Loki, he had been randomly mutated into an old man.
Having lived in Asgard since childhood, he naturally possessed the Asgardian trait of growing stronger as he aged. His divine power naturally grew stronger as his body aged.
And since his divine power, which was already on the mystical side, became stronger, it automatically resisted the spiritual and physical mutation of the fel radiation and repaired it. He became young again.
Thus, a marvelous chemical reaction occurred: the older he got, the stronger he became; the stronger he became, the younger he got.
In just the ten-odd seconds Green watched him change, his aura multiplied over tenfold, and magic overflowed from his body. Finally, the Fel Energy was completely neutralized, and he turned into a... little boy?
Blue eyes, a round face, pursed lips, and a pointed chin.
The armor was too big, covering his entire body. The pauldrons slid down to his elbows, and the breastplate hung down to his knees, making him look exactly like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes.
"...Does this count as funding the enemy?" Green was speechless. What kind of luck was this? Did he roll a 'WeMod' cheat trainer or something?
Loki remained lying there like a corpse, very peaceful.
This old problem child had become withdrawn.
Because his coming to Midgard was also hinted at by his Mother, Frigga. She wanted the two brothers to look after each other. She knew him and knew he would listen to her. So, she had also participated and lied to him.
They were all lying to him...
"Oi, are you paralyzed?"
Green walked to his side. The Destroyer did not launch an attack on him.
He guessed it was likely the effect of that token.
He even suspected that Odin was remotely controlling it at this moment; otherwise, how could Loki's control have been stripped away so suddenly?
"Do whatever you want."
Little Loki's voice was flat and cold. His eyes stared at the ceiling, his pupils containing nothing.
"I saw what you did to Thor. I don't care anymore. Just remember to use more lubricant."
"Hey, hey, hey! No, what do you mean by me? Your words are ambiguous!"
Green's expression suddenly became a bit strained, as if someone had stuffed a whole lemon into his mouth.
"I, personally, like, women!"
He crouched down, pointing a finger at the tip of his own nose, emphasizing each word.
"Hard to say."
Little Loki still had that dead look, but that appearance was more infuriating than mockery.
"Aya! You're being too rude to your boss, you brat!"
Green grabbed his ear and pulled upward. Little Loki bared his teeth in pain, his face contorting as he hissed and sucked in cold air.
"Let go!"
"Use honorifics when talking to the boss!" Green shook him. He felt even more pain, his head shaking along with the movement.
"Since when did you become my boss!" Little Loki shouted.
"Hmm..."
Green tilted his head to look at the Destroyer. It stood motionless in the corner, showing no reaction.
"Heh heh."
He turned back with a squinted, wicked grin.
"Now."
Having said that, with the hammer in one hand and Little Loki in the other, he jumped and flew away.
Subsequently, the Destroyer shrank into a fountain pen and chased after them, flying into Green's pocket.
Green glanced at it in surprise.
"It's mine now?"
However, he understood it more as a favor given along the way.
Landing back inside the building, Green took out a communicator and connected it.
"Come over and wrap things up."
He casually threw down the hammer. It wasn't smooth to use, feeling like a state that was almost right but not quite. It could be summoned and would cooperate, but it felt very 'clogged.' Moreover, he could vaguely sense the hammer emitting emotions of confusion toward him.
"Understood." As the voice from the communicator faded, the lights on the floor turned on.
"How do you plan to deal with Thor? And deal with me?"
Little Loki looked up at Green.
"Him, same as before. You, you're following me for now."
Green already had a planned solution for Loki. He crouched down to look Little Loki in the eye.
"Actually, my target from the very beginning was you."
"In my view, you are far more useful than your brother who only knows how to swing a hammer and stroke a hammer."
"I knew it. As expected, you still have designs on me." Little Loki scoffed in disgust.
Green's face darkened instantly.
"You little brat!"
He slapped his head irritably.
"I only look small, it doesn't mean you're older than me! My age—"
"Blah blah blah blah."
Green shook his head to interrupt him and casually pushed him over, then clenched his fists, making his knuckles crack.
"You want to keep yapping at me?"
Green wasn't good at arguing, but he had the ability to make the other party shut up.
"Hmph!"
Little Loki crossed his arms, turned his head away, and tilted his nose up.
Even though he had become stronger now, he didn't dare say he could escape from the other's hands. He might as well say less to avoid a beating.
As for fighting, he had no such thoughts at all. This Midgardian was incredibly strong; he even suspected he was Odin's illegitimate son here.
Not to mention, that temperament and the way he looked at people were very similar to the young Odin in oil paintings.
The same arrogance, the same nonchalance, the same way of making one want to punch him yet not dare to act.
He couldn't help but steal another glance at him, thinking secretly: Wait! No way...
Moreover, he was cooperating with Odin to mess with the two brothers, which meant he was highly trusted by Odin.
Although he had seen those mutated humans through Midgard's information technology, he knew they originated from the effects of something called Compound V. Their auras were mixed with impurities and their forms were set after adulthood.
And those Mutants with the X-gene, he had also verified them through various means; they were all formed by external interference.
While he wasn't good at fighting, he knew a bit of everything else. Naturally, he dared to guarantee his judgment was correct.
Green's strength was a seamless integration from soul to body, the result of natural development.
So how could a Midgardian comparable to a Great God suddenly appear here? He didn't believe it was a coincidence.
Little Loki peeked at Green. Yeah, the profile was even more similar.
"If you look at me with those eyes again, I'll gouge them out," Green said, frowning.
"Got it." Little Loki didn't snap back, but in his heart, he was seventy to eighty percent certain.
Odin's tastes are way too heavy, aren't they?! If he wasn't mistaken, Green had dragon characteristics on him.
Then a small question arose: Did Odin sleep with a Midgardian woman who could turn into a dragon? Or a Midgardian female dragon?
"Do you plan to just let him lie here to have his body picked up by someone?"
Little Loki gestured with his chin toward Thor.
It seemed that after adding a sense of kinship, he began to speak from Green's perspective. As for who Thor was? Didn't know him, irrelevant.
"I like your thinking." Green rubbed his chin with a wicked grin.
"Anyway, he's tanky enough that he won't die. Better to let someone give him some 'trouble'."
"You're quite evil." Beside him, Little Loki also smiled wickedly in perfect sync. Indeed, Thor must be the one who was picked up; Green was much more to his taste.
"But once he has his divine power, he might resist. When you're not around, your subordinates won't be able to keep an eye on him," Little Loki reminded him, his eyebrows rising slightly.
Just as he finished speaking,
Thor's body lit up with incandescent currents, crackling as they exploded from the surface of his skin like glowing snakes burrowing out from within him.
Finally, they were absorbed by the hammer on the ground.
"Whoa~"
The two raised their eyebrows as they watched this scene, their expressions identical.
"And his Asgardian constitution is strong enough." Little Loki withdrew his gaze, his eyes darting around as a glint of cunning flashed in his pupils.
"Even without divine power, it's not actually safe. There needs to be a bond."
"Don't worry about that."
Green shook his head confidently. Foster and Louis, who had been 'trained' for so many days, could be released now. And Erik, who had been searching for the two women, could also be caught and brought back.
At that moment, energy fluctuations appeared in the sky again. The two looked up to see the Bifrost Bridgeextending from the clouds.
Before it even reached the edge of the building, it retracted, throwing out several figures along the way.
Three men and one woman dropped from mid-air, rolling to dissipate the force with very agile movements, their armor scraping against the ground.
The three men quickly blocked the path between Green, Little Loki, and Thor, their weapons already drawn.
"Oh~ Thor."
The woman hurriedly knelt on one knee to check Thor's condition, stroking his face pityingly, her thumb gently wiping away the dried blood at the corner of his mouth.
Then she stood up, her expression changing from worry to ferocity. She drew the sharp sword at her waist and walked in front of the three men.
"Did you do this?"
She pointed at the two of them, the tip of her sword sweeping between them.
"She's Sif." Little Loki patiently introduced her to Green, completely unconcerned by the threat before them, his voice just loud enough for the other side to hear.
"Behind her are the Warriors Three of the Heavenly Palace. They are all Thor's loyal followers. You understand what I mean, right?"
"Hmm~ they are indeed very'solid'."
Green looked with interest from Sif's heroic and sharp face down to the 'fruits' encased in silver armor.
"Tsk."
Little Loki glanced at Green in disgust. That lecherous look made him look even more like Odin. Although his Motherwas the Queen, Odin had more than just her.
It could be said that Odin had slept with every race in the Nine Realms, including Frost Giants. In royal terms, it was called forming alliances through marriage.
"Vulgar man."
Sif spat, gripping her sword with both hands as she charged toward Green.
The Warriors Three behind her also raised their weapons, and the four of them roared as they charged at Green.
"For Asgard!!"