**Chapter 6: That's the Allfather's Spell, You Can't Do It!**
"Then keep your eyes wide open, Son of Odin."
Leaving these words behind, Nagi's figure blurred slightly.
*Whoosh—!*
Only a torn afterimage was left in the air.
The next second, he had disappeared in front of everyone.
Turning into a streak of light, he rushed straight toward the center of the temporary base several kilometers away.
That was the place where Mjolnir had fallen.
"Damn it! He's going for Mjolnir!"
Volstagg watched the receding figure, his big beard trembling with rage.
He struggled to climb up from the ground, smashing the broken half of his axe fiercely onto the ground.
"That is the symbol of Asgard's royal authority! It is Thor's glory! We absolutely cannot let that Midgardian barbarian defile it!"
However, the wave of Ki that erupted from Nagi's transformation earlier had already injured his internal organs.
Volstagg had just straightened half of his body when he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
His massive body slumped down weakly again.
"Save it, Volstagg."
Sif clutched her chest, looking in the direction Nagi had disappeared with a complicated gaze.
In the eyes of the always proud war goddess, only a deep sense of powerlessness remained at this moment.
"Even if we added up all our strength in our prime, it wouldn't be enough for that man to crush with one finger."
"But..."
Fandral gritted his teeth, his face full of unwillingness.
"Are we just going to watch him take the hammer away?"
"Take it away?"
Sif shook her head, a bitter but certain smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
"Don't forget, Mjolnir has a spell cast by the Allfather Odin himself."
"'Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.'"
"That man is indeed outrageously strong. But that tyrannical and destructive aura of his, no matter how you look at it, has nothing to do with the word 'worthy', right?"
Hearing this, the eyes of the originally desperate Warriors Three lit up slightly.
That's right!
That was the God King's magic! It was the supreme law of Asgard!
So what if his strength was great? Could a mortal's strength be greater than Odin's law?
"Let's go over there too!"
Thor, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
Enduring the severe pain all over his body, he staggered to his feet, his gaze locked dead on that direction.
"I want to see him fail with my own eyes."
"Mjolnir... will not acknowledge a guy who only knows destruction!"
...
Several kilometers away.
On the stabilized Quinjet.
Nick Fury was clutching the walkie-talkie.
That single eye was still looking at the atmospheric crack that had been "parted down the middle," his heart still palpitating with fear.
"Sir! That target... he is approaching the center of the base at high speed!"
Agent Coulson's voice came from the earpiece, carrying obvious panic.
"What is he going to do?" Nick Fury asked sharply.
Coulson, on the side, had just climbed out of the car and patted the dust off his body.
"He said he was going to lift that hammer!"
"Lift the hammer?"
Nick Fury was stunned for a moment, and then an extremely sarcastic expression appeared on his dark face.
"You mean, that guy who almost blew up the Earth just now, ran off to do weightlifting?"
Although he said that, Nick Fury breathed a slight sigh of relief in his heart.
As long as he didn't continue to release that kind of energy wave that could destroy the Earth, this ancestor could do whatever he wanted.
Let alone lifting a hammer, even if he wanted to eat that hammer, S.H.I.E.L.D. would have to hand him a knife and fork!
"Let him go!"
Nick Fury snorted coldly.
"I'd like to see if he can pick up that thing that even we couldn't move with a crane."
...
Center of the crater.
S.H.I.E.L.D. had originally built temporary isolation passages and research facilities here.
But at this moment.
With Nagi's landing, those expensive plastic film passages and metal scaffolds...
Were like paper, instantly torn into pieces by the strong wind he brought up when landing!
*Crash—!*
Countless instruments and equipment were blown away.
The dozens of fully armed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents around didn't even have time to see who had arrived.
They felt as if they were hit by a speeding truck, screaming as they flew into mid-air.
Clearing the field.
With just a landing action, Nagi completed the clearing of the field.
In the center of his vision.
Mjolnir, stuck in the dirt pile like an inverted thumbtack, was standing there quietly.
The hammer was engraved with complex runic symbols, faintly flowing with a trace of imperceptible divine power.
"This is Mjolnir?"
Nagi walked forward slowly, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"A piece of scrap iron made from the core of a dying star, plus the spit of a bad old man, and it's blown up to be a divine artifact."
Just as he reached out his hand, preparing to grip the handle.
"Stop!!!"
A hoarse roar came from behind.
Supported by a group of agents and Asgardian warriors, Thor rushed to the scene panting heavily.
He looked at Nagi's action, his eyes containing both anger and a hint of mockery.
"You can't do it! Mortal!"
Thor shouted loudly, seeming to want to maintain his last bit of dignity as the God of Thunder in this way.
"That has my Father King Odin's spell on it!"
"That is the crystallization of the King of Gods' divine power! Even I cannot shake it a bit. You, a mortal relying on brute force, what makes you think you can pick it up?"
Nagi's hand stopped in mid-air.
He tilted his head slightly, looking at Thor with eyes like he was looking at an idiot.
"Mortal?"
Nagi sneered, turned around, and crossed his arms.
"I think you became stupid from the fall to Earth, Son of Odin."
"You keep calling me a mortal, but you, this so-called God of Thunder, can't even fly now. You can only roll in the sand like a wild dog. What kind of god do you count as?"
"You..."
Thor was choked by these words until his face turned red, his chest heaving violently, but he couldn't refute half a word.
Words that kill the heart!
This was simply stabbing a knife into his heart!
"As for Odin's spell..."
Nagi turned back, his gaze falling on Mjolnir again, the contempt in his eyes gradually turning into arrogance.
"In this universe, there is only one thing that is absolute."
"That is power!"
"So-called rules and spells are just excuses for the weak to comfort themselves, or cages drawn by the strong for the weak."
"As long as the power is strong enough, there are no rules that cannot be broken!"
At this moment.
Far away in Asgard.
Loki, who was sitting on the throne and constantly spying on Earth, couldn't help but let out a cold laugh upon seeing this scene.
"Arrogant ant."
"Actually vainly attempting to challenge the Allfather's magic with brute force?"
"Who do you think you are? A Celestial?"
Even the God King Odin, who was in the Odinsleep but whose consciousness had always been linked to Mjolnir.
At this moment, that slumbering consciousness also fluctuated slightly.
*'Powerful mortal... Pity, the heart is not pure enough. My magic cannot be broken by brute force alone.'*
However.
The next second.
Nagi stopped talking nonsense.
He squatted slightly, and his slender, powerful right hand grabbed the handle of Mjolnir.
There was no lightning or thunder.
Nagi just simply lifted it.
*Hum—!*
The runes on the hammer instantly lit up with blinding light.
A powerful repulsive force erupted suddenly, trying to resist this unqualified user.
That was Odin's divine power resisting!
It was telling Nagi: You are not worthy!
"Hmph, still resisting?"
Nagi snorted coldly, the muscle lines on his arm tightening instantly.
The Ki in his body, as vast as a star, instantly poured into his arm.
[Infinite Stamina] trait running.
The base strength of 1.5 billion battle power displayed its terror at this moment.
"Get... UP!!!"
*Crack—!*
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
That wasn't the hammer breaking.
That was the sound of rules breaking!
Mjolnir, which was originally welded to space, under Nagi's absolutely violent pull...
Was actually forcibly loosened!
Seeing this scene, Thor was terrified, his eyeballs almost falling out!