The two then arrived at the Bifrost Bridge hub.
Skurge was still holding two rifles, bragging to two young women there.
Thor looked at this unreliable guard and shook his head, saying.
"Heimdall's wanted status has been cancelled; he will be back soon."
"Go back to your original post, Skurge."
Hearing this, the expression on Skurge's face immediately fell.
"Your Highness, my original post has already been taken by someone else. I... have nowhere to go back to now."
Thor thought for a moment.
Although Skurge was a greedy and lecherous scoundrel, he was merely a victim utilized by Loki's prank; sending him away directly was indeed heartless.
After pondering for a moment, Thor pointed in the direction of the Royal Palace.
"Go report to the gate of the Royal Palace and be a guard. Don't let me see you wandering around the Bifrost Bridge with those two pieces of junk again."
"Yes! Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness!" Skurge bowed repeatedly, as if granted amnesty.
"First, send us to Nidavellir." Thor stopped wasting words and gave the order directly.
The energy of the Bifrost Bridge activated, and the seven-colored light swallowed the figures of Thor and Loki.
...
Nidavellir, the realm of the Dwarves.
This was a massive ring-shaped forge built around a neutron star.
The seven-colored light of the Bifrost Bridge had just dissipated when Thor and Loki immediately sensed something wrong.
Nidavellir, this prosperous realm where the sound of hammering metal was once incessant, had now become a purgatory of war and death.
Swarms of Outriders with six arms, the Chitauri army, and Sakaaran mercenaries.
This group of notorious and vicious warriors of the Universe was frantically hunting down the fleeing Dwarves.
And these Dwarves, deep in despair, suddenly saw the light of the Bifrost Bridge and saw that familiar, tall figure.
"It's the Son of Odin! It's reinforcements from Asgard!"
"Asgard has not abandoned us! He has come to protect us!"
The surviving Dwarves shouted one after another, their originally shattered morale finally receiving a boost. They raised the giant hammers in their hands, attempting to reorganize a defensive line.
Thor's gaze was like a torch, quickly locking onto the culprit on the battlefield.
Corvus Glaive was leading a large number of hideous alien troops, slaughtering Dwarves while wantonly destroying the forges of Nidavellir.
Before this, Thanos had already forced the Dwarf King Eitri to craft the Infinity Gauntlet, then left with the gauntlet.
Leaving Corvus Glaive behind to perform the cleanup work.
"For Asgard!"
Seeing the tragic state of the battle, Thor did not hesitate at all; he roared and charged into the center of the battlefield.
Loki also put away the cynicism on his face; his hands moved nimbly, and two magical daggers flashing with cold light appeared in his hands.
He conjured several illusions of himself, weaving through the enemy ranks, each strike fatal.
Thor fought in a bloodbath on the battlefield.
His power as Thor was immense; every bolt of lightning that fell from the sky could take out hundreds of ragtag soldiers.
But he soon faced the exact same dilemma as he had in the realm of Fire.
Lacking a divine artifact, he once again fell into the quagmire of low efficiency in clearing out troops.
These troops did not know what fear was at all; relying on their numerical advantage, they piled up layer by layer around Thor, draining his stamina.
At the same time, it left him with no time to support the Dwarves in reorganizing their battle formation.
Corvus Glaive, like a patient viper, lay quietly in wait among the soldiers, gripping his peerless glaive, coldly watching every move Thor made.
Seeing the astonishing power of the lightning god force that Thor erupted with, he knew very well that in a head-on battle, he was definitely no match for this Thor of Asgard.
But this did not mean he could not kill Thor.
Continuous fighting had caused Thor's stamina to be significantly depleted, and his movements began to show a momentary sluggishness.
Now is the time!
Corvus Glaive seized the opportunity, his figure turning into a Shadow, suddenly striking out from the side in the blind spot of vision.
"Die!"
The glaive in his hand silently slashed toward Thor's neck.
At the critical moment, Thor sensed the danger and instinctively raised the Iron Bear Battle Axe to block.
"Clang—!"
Sparks flew everywhere.
The blade of the Iron Bear Battle Axe was cut directly into two pieces!
Thor felt his hand lighten, and the axe clattered to the ground.
Having succeeded in one strike, Corvus Glaive did not overstay his welcome; before Thor's lightning counterattack could arrive, he quickly withdrew to the rear and hid his figure.
"Damned rat!"
Thor angrily threw away the axe handle in his hand and used ordinary punches and lightning-infused punches to continue fighting the swarming enemy troops in hand-to-hand combat.
Although the Dwarf warriors' morale was boosted by Thor's arrival, and they resisted vigorously.
But facing an enemy dozens of times their own number that feared no death, their defensive line was still constantly shrinking, and the situation was developing in a bad direction.
...
At this time, Asgard.
A bitter-faced Skurge was staying gloomily at the Bifrost Bridge hub, waiting for Heimdall to return and hand over the work.
He sighed.
A few days ago, those fair-weather friends thought he had been promoted to be a guardian of the Nine Realms, and they had bragged to the high heavens.
At the time, he felt extremely proud, but now he had to go back to guard the gate of the Royal Palace; the gap was just too large.
Just as he was sighing, steady footsteps came from outside the hall.
Heimdall, wearing a cloak, walked in with large strides.
Seeing this, Skurge gave a self-deprecating smile: "You're back, so I'll return that place to you; I have to go stand guard at the Royal Palace."
"Wait." Heimdall called out to him.
"What else?"
Heimdall's expression was grave: "I'm recommending a good job for you. If you complete the mission well, you will get the status you want."
Skurge stopped and looked at him suspiciously: "What mission?"
"Thor and the others have encountered danger in Nidavellir." Heimdall said in a deep voice, "We need to dispatch troops to support them, but the Royal Palace warriors and Tyr have all gone to Jotunheim; the only ones that can be mobilized now are Odin's Royal Guards."
"But the Royal Guards only take orders from Odin himself."
"I want you to go to Midgard and find Odin."
Skurge frowned: "Why don't you go notify him yourself? Aren't you known for being able to talk to anyone in the Nine Realms?"
"I can't." Heimdall replied truthfully, "Midgard is currently shrouded by a high-dimensional divine force, and my vision has been interfered with."
"I can only see the terrain and landscape there now; I cannot lock my vision precisely onto any one person, so I cannot conduct cross-realm communication."
"Then why ask me?"
"Because you are the person in the Royal Palace who is most familiar with Midgard right now; you often sneak off there to collect the junk of those mortals."
Heimdall offered the bargaining chip: "Have you decided? If you complete this mission, you might be able to stay and serve by the All-Father's side, and I will personally recommend you."
Hearing this, Skurge's heart burned with excitement.
He had always been interested in those strange and peculiar gadgets from Earth. If he could really seize this opportunity to stay by Odin's side, as long as he buttered him up properly, he would definitely be prosperous in the future.
"Deal." Skurge patted his chest, "Asgard really can't do without me."
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