Thor's wail made countless people turn their heads toward him.
Of course, most of the Earthlings were still trying to dodge and take cover, so the onlookers were all Asgardians.
For Thor, that was good news.
After all, in Asgard... what embarrassing thing hadn't he done before?
He had long since passed the basic stages of social death...
Take Loki, not far away. Hearing Thor's wail, he didn't have the slightest inclination to mock him.
As for what was going through Loki's mind right now?
He was genuinely, from the bottom of his heart, happy and delighted!
"Haha, dear brother, did your hammer just fly off on its own?!"
There weren't too many enemies around, so Loki headed toward Thor while twisting the knife.
Hearing Loki's words, Thor felt a corresponding stab of pain in his chest.
But to avoid losing face in front of his little brother, this elder brother who had long since lost all face struggled to his feet.
"Mjolnir has fought at my side for countless years. Is it not allowed to take a little leave?"
"Heh heh, of course, of course. Just taking a little leave!"
Loki kept teasing, and with a chuckle, he pulled out the Casket of Ancient Winters.
"Too bad my Casket never asks for leave!"
Then he put the Casket away and produced the Space Stone instead.
"See, my Space Stone never asks for leave either!"
At this point, Loki held the Space Stone out, offering it toward Thor.
"Look at my things. None of them are as free-spirited as your hammer. I really do envy you for having Mjolnir. Hahahaha!!!"
Loki laughed heartily as he walked away, leaving Thor alone, kneeling there, his face full of sorrow.
Looking at him from afar... tsk tsk. A golden-haired, brawny man kneeling alone amidst the ruins, his entire being radiating pain and grief...
The scene was one straight out of a tragic movie.
...
In the great library of Asgard, the ever-watchful Heimdall let out a long sigh.
He had no idea what Princess Hela's temperament was like, but no matter what, she was the eldest princess of the Aesir, the firstborn daughter of King Odin!
In a certain sense, Heimdall had actually been hoping Hela would win.
Even if she couldn't win, she should at least have put up a good fight, to show that the Aesir still had some foundation left.
But this battle, which had lasted only a few minutes...
Thinking of this, Heimdall could not help but shake his head.
That was just a complete beatdown. It couldn't even be called a fight!
From the moment the battle started, had Her Highness the Princess's face ever been lifted out of the dirt?
This was truly... too terrifying!
Meanwhile, Heisenberg put Hela down and was just about to go find Heimdall...
Huh?
Were there really that many people in Asgard with the surname "Hai"?
Ahem.
Heisenberg had only taken a couple of steps when he suddenly remembered something.
So he turned back around and came beside the unconscious Hela.
Looking at Hela's pitiful state, pinned to the ground, Heisenberg pursed his lips. Casually, he pulled Gungnir out from where it had been impaled through Hela's lumbar spine.
Hela immediately spurted blood, but clearly, she had been pummeled too severely earlier. Even with the spear removed, she did not regain consciousness.
Heisenberg picked up Gungnir, paying no attention at all to the gruesome wound.
These were Asgardians, after all. A mighty race that might not necessarily be the best fighters but were definitely the best at taking a beating.
What was more, Hela was on Asgardian soil. A little surface wound like that would heal on its own in no time.
So Heisenberg, divine spear in hand, turned and flew toward the waiting Heimdall.
Seeing Heisenberg approach, Heimdall nodded slightly in salute the moment Heisenberg touched down.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty. You won with great ease."
"Much thanks to the divine power I've just acquired. I've become far stronger than when I fought Odin.
As for Hela, the princess is still young yet."
"You are quite right. So, do you now have the time for me to instruct you in the techniques of using the Bifrost?"
"That is precisely why I've come!"
As he spoke, Heisenberg thrust Gungnir straight down into the right pocket of his trousers.
Even though Heimdall had witnessed this before, he couldn't help but draw a sharp breath at the sight.
Such an enormous spear, aimed right at the crotch...
Even for a god, that could not possibly be comfortable...
Heisenberg paid no mind to Heimdall's shock. With his hands now free, he extended one toward Heimdall with practiced ease.
"I'm to first grasp Bultsteel and feel the rhythm of the Bifrost, correct?"
As he spoke, Heimdall placed Bultsteel into Heisenberg's hands and nodded.
"That is correct. Your divine power has already awakened, so you will be exceptionally sensitive to Bultsteel's power.
First, please grip the hilt tightly with both hands. At the same time, form the request within your mind that you wish to leave this place and go to another location.
Bultsteel will accurately grasp your request and draw upon your power to fulfill it.
Since Bultsteel itself carries the Aesir runes required for teleportation, you do not need to chant any additional spells for the moment.
Once you have mastered the method of teleportation with the aid of Bultsteel, I shall teach you a more advanced method.
That is the Vanir magic that allows teleportation whether or not the Bifrost even exists!"
"Very well!"
Heisenberg nodded, then, just as Heimdall had instructed, he pictured in his mind the location he needed to go.
Without a doubt, the place Heisenberg chose was Denver on Earth.
After all, he had just left from there.
Once he had firmly established the intended destination, Heisenberg suddenly felt the divine sword in his hands begin to tremble slightly.
At the same time, flames erupted uncontrollably from his arms.
The flames were merely a byproduct of his Light and Sun divine power. His true power was the light that the flames cast.
And that power of his, named Light, made the Bultsteel in his hands rapidly blaze with dazzling brilliance.
Suddenly!
Heisenberg's entire body lurched. Even with his level of physical fitness, he felt like he had almost fallen over.
Heimdall hurriedly urged him on.
"Your Majesty, Bultsteel will not actually let you fall. Please do not fight against the power of the Bifrost!
Accept its transmission, yield to its power. Let yourself be carried along like being swept downstream by a great river!"
"Alright!"
Only then did Heisenberg understand. The reason he had lurched wasn't because he was actually going to fall, but because the teleportation power made him feel as though he might.
So even though he was standing perfectly steady, his stress response had kicked in and he had made a motion to prevent a fall.
Now he once again stirred the divine power within Bultsteel, and his entire being instantly felt as though it had plunged into a mighty river, rushing forth with the surging current.
Countless rainbow lights blazed before Heisenberg's eyes. He was now moving at extreme speed within the Bifrost itself.
In the very next instant, Heisenberg landed with a thud.
He looked around. Countless Asgardian warriors turned to gaze at Heisenberg!
This time, the scene was completely different.
During the interval when he had taken Hela away, many of the Legion Commanders had explained Heisenberg's identity to their subordinates.
Whether the soldiers minded or not, they were now all clear on who Heisenberg was.
So the moment Heisenberg landed this time, drawn by the light of the Bifrost, one of the countless warriors immediately was the first to shout at Heisenberg.
"We welcome your arrival, Your Majesty!"
Hearing this unexpected voice in his ears, Heisenberg, Bultsteel in hand, looked with keen interest toward the one who had spoken.
The man was bald, with two black vertical-stripe tattoos on his scalp. The tattoos started above his temples and extended toward the back of his head.
At the same time, he wore a suit of cyan-gold armor. This armor was starkly different from the standard Asgardian issue. Clearly, he was a man of some standing.
"Give me your name!"
Heisenberg spoke to the man before him, full of authority. The man who had been addressed immediately drove his Berserker battle spear into the ground and knelt on one knee before Heisenberg.
"Skurge, Centurion of the Berserker Legion, paying respects to Your Majesty!"
Hearing the man's name and looking again at that familiar image, Heisenberg immediately understood.
So it was a named Marvel side character after all.
Was this not none other than Skurge, the post-modern Asgardian executioner who dual-wielded enchanted M16s, slaughtering his kin one moment and giving Hela a thrashing the next?
Heisenberg had never expected that this fellow was actually a Centurion of the Berserker Legion!
It had to be known that the Berserker Legion was separately managed by thirty-three Legion Commanders, who had divided it up completely among themselves.
Each Legion Commander had at most a little over a thousand Berserker warriors under them.
Therefore, this unit had no Chiliarchs. Or rather, the Legion Commanders were the Chiliarchs of the Berserker Legion.
And Centurion was a high-ranking officer only one step below Legion Commander!
It seemed that regardless of Skurge's personal character, this unprofessional turncoat who still possessed a shred of conscience was indeed considered an outstanding talent in Asgard.
Thinking this, Heisenberg used his free hand to lightly pat Skurge on the shoulder.
"Rise. Go and fight, Skurge!"
"Yes!!!"
Hearing Heisenberg speak his name, Skurge was utterly exhilarated. He immediately snatched up his Berserker battle spear, picked out a few Chitauri who had tightened their defensive lines, and dove headfirst into their small encirclement.
His Berserker battle spear whirled like quicksilver spilling across the ground, an absolute impenetrable defense.
The Chitauri surrounding him were slaughtered to the last in mere seconds!
Having done all this, Skurge glanced back expectantly, sneaking a peek at Heisenberg.
He saw Heisenberg nod at him.
At this, Skurge's entire face flushed as red as a monkey's rear!
Even as Heisenberg turned and walked away, Skurge maintained his full surging drive. He hammered the Chitauri in his charge nearly into brainless dead dogs!
Ignoring Skurge and his burning desire to show off, Heisenberg went straight to Sigmund, the Chief Legion Commander.
As Sigmund saluted him, Heisenberg offered a brief explanation.
"Maintain your formations. Continue to pursue and eliminate the Chitauri. I am not here with any special mission to assign."
He raised Bultsteel slightly toward Sigmund.
"It is all for the sake of learning how to use the Bifrost. After all, all of you are still on Earth. Once the Chitauri are wiped out, I will bring every one of you back!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Sigmund smiled, then rejoined the battle. Heisenberg likewise took up Bultsteel, preparing to return to Asgard.
He only needed to succeed once. His Superman-like brain would then allow him to thoroughly memorize every detail he had experienced, ensuring he would succeed forever after.
Therefore, he was already qualified to find Heimdall and learn the next stage of Bifrost usage!
Thinking this, he lifted his right hand slightly, Bultsteel within his grasp. Rainbow-hued light descended in an instant.
But just as Heisenberg vanished, he suddenly heard a woman's voice.
"Your Majesty, thank you for your gift. My hair...?"
Before the words were finished, Heisenberg had long since departed with the rainbow light.
Sif, who had been sprinting over from nearby, could only swallow her breath in helpless frustration.
"He really left fast. It seems my thanks to His Majesty for gifting me this golden hair will have to wait until I return to Asgard!"
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