"Odin, although Thor looks very embarrassed and miserable now, I don't know why I feel a strong power from him."
After listening to his wife's words, Odin nodded, tightened his grip on the divine gun Gungnir, and slowly said: "Thor, he has always been the heir that I am most proud of. He is now Find the great power he once lost."
"His strength has never been because of Mjolnir, but because he is so powerful."
"Frigga, don't worry too much, just continue reading patiently! Thor will not let us down. This failure is a rare trial for him."
Hearing this, Frigga nodded gently, with a smile on her lips, and continued to read quietly.
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Earth—Atrium, one of the nine realms divided by Odin.
In this land of mortals, something special is happening.
New York - the center of the Earth's economy.
In the storm.
Thor crawled forward, using his hands and feet, getting closer to his proud hammer - Mjolnir.
Maybe it's an hour, maybe it's more than ten hours, maybe it's a minute... The concept of time disappeared from Sol's mind unknowingly.
Before his eyes, in his sight, there was only Mjolnir.
"boom!"
A huge roar sounded.
Then, raging and violent thunder suddenly swept across the entire world.
Everything is dyed the color of thunder.
The closer to Mjolnir, the more ferocious and violent the thunder becomes, and Mjolnir is preventing anyone from getting close.
"boom!"
A thick thunderbolt struck in front of Thor, exploding a huge pit.
Thor was stunned for a moment, Mjolnir was rejecting him.
No, that's not rejection, it's that he doesn't know his master at all.
Thor never thought that one day he would have such a huge gap with Mjolnir. This gap was like an insurmountable chasm.
Sometimes, Chichi is the end of the world.
Thor gritted his teeth and roared unwillingly: "No! Mjolnir!"
Then, in the endless violent storm, a small and vast figure stood up.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo..."
Thor used all his strength to stand up from the ground. His chest heaved violently, breathing heavily like an old blower.
Nothing can stop me!
I want to step forward!
I am the son of Odin!
I am a great god!
I am the hope of Asgard!
I will lift Mjolnir again!
I want to open the Rainbow Bridge and save our suffering compatriots!
I want to go home!
I'm going to beat that damn monkey!
I am Thor!
Will is a special kind of power. When a person has a strong will, he will defeat all powerful enemies, overcome all difficulties and obstacles, and reach the other side of success and victory.
The other shore is full of flowers and sunshine, but if you want to reach it, you have to pass through countless haze and thorns, and you will get a body dripping with blood.
The first rule of a hero is to have a strong will.
Because will can create miracles.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The thunder grew louder and louder.
Thunder is venting its anger wantonly, and Thunder is showing its arrogance and violence to all living beings.
There is no road in front of Thor, and the original road has turned into ruins, with countless thunder and lightning scattered among the ruins.
"Roar!" Thor clenched his fists, roared angrily, and hammered his chest fiercely. He was hysterical and rushed towards the ruins in an extremely crazy manner.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, the Herodians would not believe that the demons would use such methods to fight.
When the legendary demons fight head-on, they either summon a large number of undead creatures to play demon sea tactics with the opponent, or they use various insidious and despicable curses to weaken the opponent and cause the opponent's morale to collapse.
If conditions permit, they will also summon a group of meat-like ogres or roaring three-headed dogs, rush directly into the enemy formation and kill all parties, and then summon dead bodies on the spot to act as soldiers to compensate on the spot, allowing the offensive to follow in waves. One wave.
However, the demons I encountered this time were a bit... too scheming.
No matter in any form of fighting, this group of demons did not fight Herod's elite troops head-on. Instead, they used long-range weapons that were difficult to guard against to preemptively project firepower at positions where the opponent could not fight back, continuously consuming the enemy. Party strength.
He is still as sinister and cold as ever, but he really lacks the aboveboard temperament of war.
This time, in order to intercept the retreat of the Knights, Lord Vincent directly used ten large-scale killer weapons with extremely amazing power and range.
We have technology and can make a living, so why do we have to fight hand-to-hand?
Not surprisingly, the lord still named it "Khitan Happy Crossbow" using a naming method that he liked but others could not understand at all.
"What is Khitan?" Niniya asked in confusion, "Is there such a place on the mainland?"
As for who and where Khitan was, the lord did not explain, but said that it was a powerful nomadic country similar to Skava in ancient legends.
Now, a thousand steps away from the north of Herod's army, ten huge ballistas made of large pieces of wood, a small amount of metal and ropes were like charged beasts lurking with minions, ready to go.
Different from ordinary crossbows, this huge crossbow, which is comparable to a big bed where an ogre sleeps, is equipped with three crossbows, three forward and one reverse. Four skeletons on the left and right behind are turning the winch to adjust the angle of the crossbow. Getting bigger and bigger, constantly accumulating greater potential energy.
On the wide crossbow arm in the middle, there are ten arrows lying flat. Among them, the one in the middle is the largest and thickest, which makes people feel its terrifying power after taking off.
The person responsible for protecting these important equipment is the battle master Sadaka. He personally leads a group of monsters to transport and guard the giant crossbow. The responsibility is not unimportant.
While the Herodians were busy putting out fires and rescuing horses all night, Vincent based on his judgment and the intelligence from Habib, he directly made a large one and spent tens of thousands of protection points in the past few days to create a large one. The weapons were secretly hauled north.
Since some tricks were used in this production, Vincent couldn't find an excuse to fool the craftsman and the system. He could only take the protection penalty brought by hand-rubbing the weapon.
Ten pieces of equipment, each one produced increased protection by 500 points. When the tenth piece of equipment was added, Vincent began to cry out in pain. If he calculated the arithmetic sequence, he could understand the high cost of war.
Ten Happy Crossbows were aligned on the road in a fan shape. Three were firing, three were loading, three were charging, and one was in reserve to fire in turn to ensure uninterrupted firepower.
The main reason why Vincent dispersed the firepower was so that the Herods could not judge the intervals between firings, and therefore could not find the best time to attack. ….
Unfortunately, due to material limitations, Vincent could not obtain enough metal materials and crossbow string materials, nor could he use black technologies such as composite materials or synthetic fibers, so the technology and hard work could only go so far.
After two days of shooting tree trunks and dummy targets, it was time for the Lord's new toy to be put to the test.
"Fire!"
The lord riding on the nightmare beast was finally able to shout out this verb with high spirits like the generals in countless movies and TV dramas, which made men have orgasms in their skulls.
The skeletons pressed down the huge metal trigger, and the bow string that had been stretched to more than one meter was instantly released. The huge elastic force threw the giant arrow placed on the crossbow arm forward.
The slender arrows were as fast as lightning, cutting through the trench in the wind, over the heads of the skeletons below, and pounced on the unprepared Herod infantry from different positions.
So, there were dozens of giant crossbows that were as thick as wrists and two meters long, with hard wood as the shaft and iron pieces as the feathers.
Standing alone in the center of the ruins was a hammer flashing with thunder.
Red roses bloomed among the ruins, and a bright red path appeared under Thor's feet.
Does it hurt?
It hurts!
But no matter how painful it is, it can't stop a wanderer's desire to return home, and no matter how painful it is, it can't stop an innocent child's heart from shining brightly.
Niong Niang is staggering, stumbling and swaying.
Thor came to Mjolnir, his eyes flashed with blue light, and his face bloomed with a bright and happy smile.
"Hahahahaha..."
A burst of heroic laughter overwhelmed the thunder between heaven and earth. This laughter was actually louder than the thunder.
The owner of the laughter was none other than Thor.
He stared at Mjolnir as if he were gazing at his lover.
"Mjolnir, I'm here..." Thor took a deep breath to calm down his excited and excited mood. Then, he stretched out his thick and powerful arms to grab the handle of the hammer and shouted: "Get up. !」
"rise!"
"rise!"
"..."
The veins on Thor's arms bulged out like wild pythons. He exhausted all his strength but still could not shake Mjolnir.
Mjolnir, who could once be lifted lightly, now looked like a mountain, like a star.
Mjolnir, who was once obedient, seemed to have suddenly developed a rebellion and began to resist him.
"Mjolnir!" Thor roared angrily, stretched out his hands to grab Mjolnir, and used all his strength to pull out the wound.
Mjolnir remained motionless.
"Zi!"
A blue light flashed on Mjolnir, and then a bolt of thunder struck Thor hard.
Thor was directly knocked over dozens of meters by the thunder, and his whole body was shattered from the inside out, instantly turning into a piece of pitch-black coke.
Sol was numb, completely numb.
This strong man's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and he looked extremely pitiful.
He knelt on the ground, clenched his fists with both hands, and hammered the gravel on the ground hard.
Even if his hands turned into flesh and blood, he didn't stop.
Thor was venting his inner powerlessness.
He didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment?
"Tap, step, step..."
First there was the sound of heavy footsteps, followed by a long sigh.
"well!"
Loki walked to Thor's side at some point. He raised the black umbrella in his hand to cover the heavy rain above Thor's head.
A glint flashed in Loki's eyes, he sighed softly, and mocked in a low voice: "Thor, it seems you are hated by Mjolnir?"
"It looks down on you very much now! Ha, this is really an interesting thing. The weapon of Thor actually rejected Thor."
"Young, am I right? The most dignified God of War in the Heavenly Palace is actually crying?"
"Thor, you are a waste! Without Mjolnir, you are nothing! I have never heard of a God of War crying!"
Facing Loki's taunt, Thor ignored it. He just shrugged his head and stared at the ground with dull eyes. He was like a walking zombie that had lost its soul.
When Loki saw this, a trace of displeasure emerged from his brows, and his face instantly turned livid. He had never been so angry as at this moment!
"Humph!" Loki snorted and threw away the black umbrella in his hand.
He picked up Saul's collar, gritted his teeth, stared into Saul's eyes, and cursed angrily: "Saul, what on earth are you thinking in your mind?"
"You are the God of Thunder! You are the God of War of Asgard! You are the next King of the Gods!"
"Are you just admitting your failure? Where is your courage? Where is your unyielding will?"
"Mjolnir, what the hell
Isn't it just a hammer? You are the God of Thunder, you are its master, go and lift it up for me! "
When Thor heard this, a flash of fire rose in his eyes, but it went out in an instant. He said with disappointment: "I am no longer the God of Thunder, I am now a mortal..."
"I was abandoned by Mjolnir. Loki, you are right. Without Mjolnir, I am nothing. I am just a waste now..."
"Huh!" Loki's chest heaved and gasped, and the suppressed anger in his heart completely exploded. He raised his fist, hit Thor hard on the face, and cursed: "Thor! You* Damn you, I, Loki, misjudged you!"
After the punch, Loki did not stop, but continued to punch, and soon Thor was beaten to a bloody head.
"Fight back! Fight back!" Loki punched Thor hard on the face one after another, and he roared angrily as he punched.
Thor said nothing and did not fight back, silently enduring Loki's beating.
When Loki saw this, he became even more angry. He raised his whip and hit Thor hard on the head.
After receiving this blow, Thor flew directly out, like an old football.
"Bah, coward!" Loki spat in Thor's face, then stepped on Thor's chest, his eyes were cold and condescending, and his tone was very disdainful: "Thor, a coward like you is not worthy of being a coward like you. Asgard’s God of War is not worthy of becoming the King of Gods who rules the nine realms.”
"You not only failed Odin, you also failed the people of Asgard!"
"Keep your eyes open and watch carefully. How did I, Loki, lift Mjolnir?"
After that, Loki slowly walked towards the ruins and headed straight for Mjolnir.
Thor was lying on the ground, with a gap in his closed eyes, watching Loki secretly. He murmured softly: "Loki... lift Mjolnir! I am a waste now, and Asgard's future is still It all depends on you..."
Loki came to Mjolnir, his eyes flashing with fire. He had been thinking about Mjolnir a long time ago.
No one dislikes strong power. Loki has always had great ambitions. He wants to become stronger all the time.
Because in his world, it seems that only by becoming stronger can you get praise from Odin.
Mjolnir, show me how powerful you are!
I have wanted you a long time ago!
you belong With Me!
Let me lift you up!
I will lead you to glory, and I will lead you to create even more amazing achievements than Thor.
Together, the two of us will eradicate all life that opposes Odin's will.
The two of us working together will make Asgard forever stand high in the sky.
The two of us working together will impress everyone. We will protect every citizen of Asgard and bring them eternal peace!
