"According to modern Earth medical research, a healthy human body carries at least 140,000 types of viruses, not to mention even more bacteria.
Now, imagine such a person transmigrating t...
Dumbledore, who had completed the tasks of searching the corpse and collecting the spoils with extremely skilled movements, curled his lips in disdain.
It was obvious that after more than two months of traveling, he had completely adapted to the adventurous life in the continent of Faerun and even enjoyed it a little.
Especially looting property from the dead or dead monsters, which was somewhat difficult for the principal to accept at the beginning. He always felt like a dark wizard who did all kinds of evil.
But after following an adventure team to the Underdark beneath Dragonspear Castle, he quickly put these self-righteous thoughts behind him, and by the way, he had some intimate interactions with a dark elf male warrior who lived in the underground city and believed in the dark maiden Eilistraee.
From then on, Dumbledore thoroughly understood the general morals and values of the continent of Faerûn, and also fell deeply in love with the extremely open and inclusive attitude here in some aspects.
Most importantly, he began to love the feeling of killing his enemies and taking loot from their corpses.
Coupled with the high cost of purchasing various magic items, materials and scrolls, he had to learn to be thrifty and budget carefully.
But despite all his complaints, Dumbledore still looted all the bodies on the ground and quickly disappeared at the end of the alley in Neverwinter.
Over the next few hours, he used the magic map he made to play a deadly hunting game with Deszel's men.
Either use magic to launch a surprise attack, or strengthen yourself through transformation magic, and then rush forward with the sword in your hand to chop down the enemy.
In short, when Deszel realized that something was wrong, more than 20 people from the six teams he sent out had already died. Only one thief noticed something was wrong in advance and hid himself. He eventually escaped and went back to report the situation.
At this moment, he was grabbing the thief by the collar and yelling, "Are you kidding me? He's only one person! How could he kill so many people! Even if he used scrolls, his spell slots should be almost used up after killing three or four teams of people."
"Master, how dare I deceive you.
I saw all this with my own eyes.
That wizard from Athkatra is an absolute monster.
His swordsmanship is even more powerful and terrifying than many warriors.
One barbarian warrior didn't even last ten seconds before his head was chopped off.
He seemed to have mastered a spell that could add lightning damage to weapons.
If the person fighting with him does not have an insulator such as leather or wood on the handle of his weapon, he will be immediately paralyzed by the electric shock and lose the ability to resist. "
The thief didn't dare to hide anything and revealed everything he observed.
It was not difficult to tell from the fear revealed in his eyes that he did not participate in the battle at all, but was hiding in the shadows in the distance and watching the other people in the team being killed.
"Damn it! What is the spellcasting level of this guy called Albus Dumbledore?"
Deszel's face was full of anger and tension.
You know, in order to prevent interference from the West Coast Empire, he took great pains to Lord convince Nasir to keep the mysterious infectious disease in Neverwinter secret for the time being.
This will prevent the plague from being strangled in its earliest stages of spread.
After all, in recent years, with the cabinet and the royal family sparing no effort to allocate resources and spend money on magic education, the number of low-level wizards and apprentices has begun to increase exponentially.
Many people who originally had no chance of becoming spellcasters gradually acquired some spellcasting abilities thanks to the magic mazes that shrouded several major cities.
And those wizards who were talented but had no money and power before can now swear allegiance to the royal family or pass the assessment to join the Order of the Arcane Magic, from which they can obtain a vast amount of knowledge and spells, including the scrolls of Netheril.
In this environment where knowledge and various resources are relatively easy to acquire, the chances of becoming a high-level wizard or even a legendary wizard are naturally much greater than before.
What's more, the factional struggles within the Red Mages of Cyre are becoming more and more intense and acute.
With the help of the traitors arranged by Zuo Si there and the secret operation of the entanglement symbols lurking in the dark, some guys who couldn't make it or were in danger of death fled to the West Coast Empire with their families for refuge.
According to Deszel's understanding, in the capital city of Askatla alone, there are more than 170 high-level wizards who can cast seven-ring arcane spells, and there are almost the same number of high-level wizards in the port of Calin where the royal palace is located.
Such a powerful foundation would make any enemy feel deeply wary and terrified.
He absolutely believed that with the magical power possessed by the empire, they would be able to find a way to eliminate the plague in a short period of time.
Not to mention that the Church of Talona, originally the goddess of poison and disease, obeys Zuo Si's orders and is even more loyal than the Imperial Guards known as the "Emperor's Loyal Dogs."
Therefore, before the plague spreads and becomes completely out of control, the West Coast Empire must not intervene directly under any circumstances, otherwise all efforts will be in vain.
The thief smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sorry, Master, I don't know either.
But the spells I have seen used by the other party so far seem to be of the highest level of only six rings, but the number of spells that can be cast is obviously much larger.
The most important thing is that he can always find our position accurately and then launch a sneak attack first.
Even I was almost caught while I was on stealth mode."
"You mean he's using magic to locate our people?!"
Deszel's expression changed drastically.
Because this means that the transaction and cooperation between himself and the queen of the creator race, Mosala, is very likely to have been exposed.
“No, it should be some magical item.
I noticed that the other person had something that looked like a map in his hand.
There will be some red dots moving around Neverwinter.
If nothing goes wrong, these red dots are the teams you sent out."
The thief gave his guess carefully.
"Sixth-ring spells... That means he is at least a Level 11 mage, and has a very close relationship with the Emperor Soth."
Deszel narrowed his eyes and quickly made a rough judgment based on the information he had at present.
This spellcasting level is obviously very subtle.
On the one hand, it is no longer a fragile and easily killed low-level wizard, but has a considerable degree of self-preservation ability, and is also not lacking in means of control and mass destruction.
On the other hand, he has not yet mastered powerful magic such as [Limited Wishes], [Anti-Gravity], [Spirit Transfiguration], [Simulant Image], [Sword of Mordenken], [Teleport], [Spell Reversal], etc., which can reverse the disadvantage in an instant, and there is still a possibility that he can be killed.
Deszel was not sure whether the other party was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, deliberately hiding his strength in order to lure him into taking the initiative to attack, or whether he really only had this much strength.
Or maybe the Empire noticed something...
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this man who called himself Albus Dumbledore was very suspicious, both in terms of the time of his appearance and his series of actions after arriving in Neverwinter.
"Master, do we need to mobilize more manpower from outside the city?" the thief asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.
Deszel shook his head expresslessly: "No, stop all actions for now and don't provoke him anymore.
The most urgent task at the moment is to determine the purpose of this wizard's visit and his true purpose.
Also, have our people speed up the spread of the plague. I want to see more than half of Neverwinter's residents fall ill within a week.
No one can stop the great creator race from returning!"
"As you wish."
The thief bent down and bowed deeply, then quickly disappeared into the darkness.
As soon as he left, Vanswick, a priest of the Church of Tyr, the God of Justice, walked in from outside and asked with an embarrassed look on his face: "My dear friend, do you have time now? I want to talk to you about the guest who came from afar."
"Guest? Do you mean Mr. Dumbledore?"
Deszel was obviously interested.
Because he now urgently wants to know all the information about this wizard.
Van Swick blushed slightly, then nodded quickly: "Yes, it is Mr. Dumbledore. I...I found that his sexual orientation seems to be a little different from that of normal people."
"What?!"
Deszel was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe his ears.
"Yes, you heard me right. He scratched my palm in a very subtle way when he shook my hand."
While saying this, Van Swick shuddered noticeably and felt uncomfortable all over.
But Deszel's eyes sparkled slightly, and he asked with pretended concern, "You mean to say that he secretly expressed his love for you?"
"I think so.
Although this does not violate the teachings of the great and righteous God.
But you know I'm already engaged to Eribes and I'm not interested in men.
Perhaps you could help me convey this message to Mr. Dumbledore, asking him to stop harassing me."
Van Swick made the request in great distress.
Because he really didn't want to have any contact with Dumbledore anymore, and he didn't want this matter to be discovered by his fiancée Eribes and cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
"Calm down, my friend. It's not a big deal. I'll convey that message to you privately some other time."
Deszel patted the shoulder of Vanswick, who was being played around by him, and comforted him.
However, the uncontrollable upward curve of his mouth was clearly enough to explain his mood at the moment.
After all, this is a huge weakness that can be exploited to set a deadly trap.
As for Van Swick...
Just the perfect bait to attract Dumbledore.
Thinking of this, a sinister plan quickly emerged in Deszel's mind that would allow him to survive the crisis and complete the task assigned by the creator race.
The poor elf priest had no idea that he, the naked lamb, had been put on the chopping block, and he kept thanking the other party.
As the two were being polite to each other, they didn't notice that there was a shadowy creature in the shadows in the corner that saw everything, and then it disappeared into the darkness without a trace.
Not long after, it reappeared in an unknown cave in the north, sharing everything it had seen and heard with a woman who exuded a cold and dark aura.
If there were someone present who knew something about the shadow plane, they would definitely be able to recognize that this woman was the terrifying Shadow King, a horrible monster that could distort the surrounding environment and prevent sunlight from entering even during the day.
Wherever the Shadow King exists, an area of eternal night will gradually form.
Many forests, mountains, or ancient ruins on the continent of Faerun have been shrouded in darkness for many years, basically due to the appearance of the Shadow King.
However, the one in front of him is obviously more powerful than the ordinary Shadow King, and its radiation radius even exceeds ten kilometers.
There are countless shadowy creatures hiding in the darkness, which is simply an army of astonishing size.
Obviously, this Shadow King was none other than Yelnia, whom Zuo Si had left in the north to monitor the developments here.
As a person who likes to be prepared for everything, Zuo Si has secretly controlled Ximanmeng, the head of the dark intelligence network of the Zhentarim, and can obtain the information he wants from this huge intelligence organization.
But he obviously didn't completely trust the other party.
Yelnia and her shadow army serve as a kind of insurance.
In addition, there is the force formed by the "filial dragon" Kulremos, and the Adventurer's Guild established by Hared III in the mining town of Mirabar.
So even though the situation in the North seems complicated on the surface, in fact no disturbance can be hidden from the eyes hidden in the dark.
"Great Queen, do you think it is necessary to warn the Master's messenger?"
A high-level shadow that had already developed wisdom and self-awareness took the initiative to ask.
Yelinya shook her head expresslessly: “No, there is no need for that.
Because this matter itself is also a test of him from his master.
All we have to do is get the message to Kurremos.
Because the wilderness of the north is under his control.
No matter what the awakened creator race wants to do, and how many monsters and barbarian tribes they secretly control and bribe, he should know it clearly. "
"So our role in this matter remains the same as before, just delivering the message?"
A strange gray light flashed in the dark eye sockets of the high-level shadow.
"Yes. After all, hiding in the dark and collecting information without letting anyone know or discover it is the most important duty of the Shadow Corps. Unless the master issues new orders, this is our highest principle."
After saying that, Yelnia turned and walked towards the obsidian throne and sat on it, her eyes deep and terrifying.
The shadowy creatures knelt on the ground, expressing their submission and loyalty to the queen who had killed and transformed their souls.
On the other side, after the "filial dragon" Kurremos received the information sent by the shadow creature, he immediately put down his research and grinned with an excited and expectant expression.
"Conspiracy, betrayal, plague, massacre, abandonment of pious faith in God, and an ancient race of creators from the distant past that has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years? How can such a wonderful drama be without my participation?
I have to find a way to make this drama more exciting.
Especially the awakened creator race, they can definitely become good experimental materials."
After saying that, Kuerremos turned around and glanced at the huge frost giant corpse on the dissection table, as well as the large number of parts of the corpse that had been cut, stitched, modified, and transplanted. Without even turning his head, he ordered, "Wake it up!"
Several mages who had been waiting nearby immediately began chanting spells, activating the huge transformation array under their feet.
In a flash!
A huge amount of negative energy poured into the body of the Frost Giant like a tide, and at the same time, the temperature of the surrounding environment began to become lower and lower.
Finally, its body surface was densely covered with a hard and thick layer of ice. Then it suddenly stood up from the dissecting table, with a blue light flashing in its eyes and a deafening roar.
“Ah…
The cold air gushing out of his mouth quickly formed a blizzard, completely freezing the passage ahead.
Immediately afterwards, this horrifying undead creature raised its hands and released its power towards the corpse that was casually discarded not far away.
In less than ten seconds, all the incomplete corpses stood up staggeringly.
"Master, your experiment is finally successful.
Look at this frost giant, it has perfectly inherited the abilities of those magical creatures called White Walkers.
Not only can it release frost magic, but it can also create and control undead creatures without limit.
Combined with the Frost Giant's occupational level and physical strength when he was alive, it is not inferior to the legendary undead creature - the Winter Ghost.
Most importantly, creating this kind of undead does not require as much complexity and trouble as creating a winter ghost.
Frost giant carcasses, which serve as raw materials, are scattered throughout the glaciers north of the Spine of the World mountains."
A wizard presiding over the ceremony shouted with excitement.
Kurremos nodded in satisfaction. "It's really good. It's just right. We can send it to the Neverwinter Forest for testing. I want to see how capable those arrogant creator races are."
"I'll deliver it myself."
The human wizard in charge of presiding over the ceremony raised his head and smiled bloodthirsty and cruelly.
While the endless open and secret struggles were going on on the continent of Faerun, far away on Earth in the Marvel Universe, a fierce battle was taking place near a small town in New Mexico.
On one side is the Destroyer Armor controlled by Loki, and on the other side is Thor and his four Asgardian warriors.
It has to be said that the physical fitness, reaction ability and combat experience of these Asgardians are indeed quite impressive.
It was actually able to fight with this war machine which was completely forged from Uru sacred steel and was also endowed with many powerful magical powers, and even temporarily slowed down its progress.
A beam of energy suddenly shot out from the face of the Destroyer Armor, instantly tearing a SHIELD car into pieces. The gasoline explosion caused by the extremely high temperature formed a huge fireball on the spot.
The shock wave directly knocked all the nearby agents to the ground.
Even though some unconvinced fellows pulled out their pistols and even fired wildly, they were not able to even create a scratch on the surface of the armor.
"Fuck! What on earth is this thing? It's even more outrageous than the armor made by Stark."
While dodging the attack from the Destroyer Armor, Coulson couldn't help but curse under his breath.
Although he usually gives people the impression of being a good guy, if he encounters a situation like the current one where he could lose his life at any time, he can't help but curse.
If nothing else, just to relieve the tension a little.
"This should be the pinnacle of Asgardian technology and magic.
Didn't the Asgardian warrior just tell you that this armor belongs to the God King Odin who made it for himself? Don't waste your people's efforts in vain, and quickly organize the residents of the town to retreat.
Not to mention guns, even artillery shells and nuclear weapons cannot cause much damage to it."
Balthazar gave his advice directly.
To be honest, he really couldn't understand what kind of education and training these SHIELD agents had received to be brave enough to use their small pistols to fire at the Destroyer Armor, something that was obviously not easy to deal with.
Don't you think you're not dying fast enough? "At this time, you're still here watching the fun instead of helping?"
Balthazar asked with a half-smile, "Are you sure you want my help?
You know, once I take action, it won't be just a family ethics drama of brothers fighting each other.
It is very likely to lead to a war between the master and Odin, the God King of Asgard.
It's like why I didn't try to lift Thor's hammer before.
Because in Odin's eyes, weak earthlings like you can never pose a threat to Asgard no matter what you do.
So he has a very high tolerance for you.
But if it were me and the master behind me, the situation might be different.
Imagine what would happen if another country tried to take away the longest-range nuclear missile from the United States? Of course, I can do it if I really want to.
But you'd better ask your boss first."
Hearing this, the corners of Coulson's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.
As a senior agent who was deeply trusted by the director, he certainly could not be unaware of the importance of the matter and the possible consequences, so he called his director without saying a word.
The next second...
Nick Fury's voice came from the receiver.
"Hello? Coulson, what's the situation at the scene?"
Coulson quickly responded: "It's bad, very bad to be exact.
I believe you have seen it through satellite.
That alien mecha can not only shoot high-energy beams that can melt everything.
And no matter what kind of damage you suffer, it will automatically recover within a few minutes.
There is nothing we can do about it now.
Mr Balthazar said even a nuclear attack would be of no avail.
"So you want me to let him do it?"
Nick Fury was so smart that he immediately guessed the purpose of his subordinate's call.
“Yes, that’s what I mean.
Although this may lead to potential risks.
But compared to letting the Asgardians' weapons of destruction wreak havoc on Earth, I think it would be more important to teach them a memorable lesson.
At least let these gods in Norse mythology know that we have been protected by a powerful demon god."
Coulson gave his thoughts with a serious face.
Because he really couldn't stand these arrogant Asgardians treating the earth as a battlefield, wantonly venting violence, killing and destruction.
Nick Fury on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and finally replied with two words: "Okay, I approve."
The moment he heard this, Coulson immediately showed an ecstatic expression and shouted to the Divine Monk beside him: "Did you see that? The Director agreed! Now please destroy or restrain that Destroyer Armor."
"OK, no problem, leave it to me from now on."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Balthazar suddenly turned into a shadow and disappeared on the spot.
Before the surrounding SHIELD agents could react to what was happening, his fist had already hit the Destroyer Armor's chest.
boom!!!!!!
A deafening roar echoed over the battlefield.
The powerful monk used only one punch to smash the super killing machine that no one could do anything to into a deep pit on the ground.
Dust and stones flew everywhere, quickly obscuring everyone's vision.
But just one second later, terrifying flames and heat waves erupted from the deep pit, sweeping away everything within a radius of hundreds of meters.
Especially Sif, who was the closest and wanted to rush forward for close combat, was almost affected and hurriedly retreated to avoid the erosion of the flames.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
Fandral hurried over and asked.
Sif shook her head with lingering fear: "It's okay, I'm fine, I just got scared. Did you notice what happened just now?"
Hogan, who arrived shortly afterwards, replied in an uncertain tone, "It should be someone who rushed up. But because he was so fast, I only saw a blurry afterimage."
"This is incredible. It turns out that Midgard also has such a powerful warrior. Look! He's coming out!"
Volstagg shouted, pointing at the deep pit in the distance.
Following the direction of his finger, one could vaguely see a flashing blinding light, and hear a loud noise and vibration caused by a swinging fist hitting something.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The shocking destructive force caused by the fierce hammering made people within a radius of dozens of kilometers feel the obvious earthquake.
Especially the SHIELD agents and townspeople not far away, they couldn't keep their balance at all, they swayed left and right and fell to the ground, unable to get up, let alone turn around and run away.
Just as countless people's eyes were focused on the huge deep pit smashed by a fist, there was another loud bang.
The Destroyer Armor, which had been completely deformed, flew into the air in a burst of magma.
Following closely behind him was Balthazar himself, who exuded a terrifying aura.
Needless to say, this eruption was entirely caused by his fist shattering the uppermost crust of the earth, thereby creating an active volcano out of thin air.
"Oh my god! This... this is too much! Is that guy really a human from Midgard?"
Sif's mouth opened in disbelief.
You know, even in Asgard, there are only a handful of gods with such strength and destructive power.
At least the current Thor can never do it.
"No, Balthazar is not from Midgard, he is the son of God from another world." Thor corrected as he looked up at the battle unfolding in the sky.
"Son of God?"
Volstagg was visibly surprised.
Thor smiled bitterly and nodded: "Yes, he told me so himself. But I didn't know he was such a great warrior."
While the few people were talking, Balthazar once again smashed the constantly self-repairing Destruction Armor to the ground, and swung his fist containing divine power wildly at the speed of a six-barreled Gatling Vulcan cannon, smashing the latter into a sphere with an uneven surface.
"Damn it! The way he looks right now reminds me of a berserker."
Hogan complained quietly.
"No! There's no way a Berserker can damage the Destroyer Armor to this extent."
There was a hint of awe in Fandral's eyes.
Because what Asgardians admire most is the kind of tough men who dare to confront powerful enemies head-on.
The reason why Thor has gained such a high prestige is that he is always able to defeat strong enemies and win in head-to-head battles.
This is something that Loki, who plays magic and stabs with a knife, can never achieve.
"But he couldn't completely defeat the Destroyer Armor after all."
Sif's eyes revealed regret and sorrow.
"Balthazar has done well enough. What comes next is my responsibility."
As he spoke, Thor took a deep breath and resolutely walked towards the center of the extremely dangerous battlefield.
Although he had lost his divine power and hammer at this moment, he was no longer afraid or confused, but understood what he should do next to put an end to all this tragedy.
But at this critical moment, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds without any warning, and dazzling lightning and deafening thunder were intertwined.
Ordinary people might classify this phenomenon as a thunderstorm or a sign of an impending rainstorm.
But Thor obviously felt that this was not a natural phenomenon at all, but a reaction of his Meow Hammer.
After about ten seconds, Mjolnir, emitting dazzling electric light, flew across the sky at an extremely fast speed.
Seeing this scene, he suddenly fell into uncontrollable ecstasy. He opened his arms to hug his closest partner and comrade, and then take back his own power.
"I knew it! I knew you wouldn't abandon me! Come! Come to the master! You don't understand how much pain and despair I felt during the time I lost you!"
Seeing the hammer getting closer and closer, Thor, crying with joy, subconsciously reached out to grab the handle of the hammer.
But what he never expected was...
The Meow Hammer hit him in the face without any reaction, flipping him over in the air and spinning him 720 degrees, then he fell to the ground with a thud, his deformed nose bleeding continuously.
What's going on?
What happened? Why didn't Mjolnir fall into my hands like it did before?
Thor, with his head buzzing, showed an expression of shock, confusion and bewilderment.
But soon, he saw the hammer fly straight into the hands of another person.
boom!!!!!!
As a silver-white lightning flashed from the sky, everyone present saw the figure of the holder.
He was none other than Balthazar who was fighting against the Armor of Destruction.
But unlike before, this time his body was filled with the power of thunder, lightning and storms, and he had become the new Thor.
"This is impossible! It's fake! It must be fake!"
Thor got up from the ground in a daze, looking like a husband who had just been cuckolded by his wife.
No! It should be said that the relationship between him and Mjolnir is much closer than that of a girlfriend or wife.
If Thor had to choose between a hammer and Jane Foster, this guy would 100% choose the hammer over his girlfriend.
But Balthazar apparently hadn't realized that he had already achieved what the Minotaur in front of him had achieved. He raised his hammer and smashed it hard at the Destroyer Armor.
Obviously, the reason why he was able to pick up the hammer was not because he had the so-called "qualification", but because he used his divine power to forcibly break the magic bestowed by Odin on it, and temporarily borrowed it to completely smash this destructive weapon with infinite recovery ability.
It has to be said that Meowth Hammer is indeed a powerful artifact that ranks among the top in Asgard.
With just one strike, the Destroyer Armor's internal structure suffered serious and irreparable damage.
After a dozen or so hammer blows, this thing made of Uru sacred steel was basically unable to move.
But Balthazar obviously did not intend to completely destroy the Destroyer Armor, but directly summoned the Complete Planeswalker to send it back to Zuo Si.
After all, both the Destroyer Armor and the Uru Sacred Steel have certain research value.
After doing all this, he noticed the god of thunder who was on the verge of mental collapse and looked ashen. He walked over and asked, "What happened to you? Are you okay?"
"The hammer! My hammer! Give it back to me!"
Thor held Mjolnir tightly and refused to let go, with a hint of pleading in his eyes and tone.
His look made Balthazar feel a little amused and helpless, and he quickly let go of Thor's hammer and handed it over.
"Of course, this originally belonged to you. I just borrowed it for a little while."
"Really?! You are such a nice person! Thank you! Thank you so much! I don't even know what to say."
Thor was so excited that he was incoherent. He picked up his darling and kissed it affectionately.
But he soon discovered that this time the hammer did not fall to the ground, but was picked up easily by him.
"My...my power is back? I have been recognized by Mjolnir once again!"
"Congratulations! It seems you have passed the test of God King Odin."
Balthazar gave his blessings with a smile.
He would never tell the other party that Thor's performance just now had actually passed the test, but he just used his divine power to temporarily seize control of the hammer.
After all, the Destroyer Armor is what the diary specifically requested, so we must take this opportunity to get it.
"This is all thanks to you, my friend. If it weren't for your encouragement, if it weren't for you bravely stepping forward to fight the Destroyer Armor and showing your courage and strength, I might have been killed by that bastard Loki long ago."
Thor opened his arms and gave the divine monk a big hug.
I have to say, the most likable thing about his personality is that he is cheerful and open-minded. He rarely holds a grudge against someone for a lifetime because of a trivial matter.
Quite the opposite!
As long as it is not an extreme situation like parents or brothers being killed or homes being destroyed, as long as you sincerely admit your mistakes and repent, there is a high probability that you will be forgiven by Thor.
"So what are you going to do now?"
Balthazar asked, looking into the other's eyes.
"Do I even need to ask? Of course I will go back and teach Loki a lesson. Considering the disaster he caused this time, I will definitely make him suffer."
Thor answered very straightforwardly.
"Just a lesson?"
Balthazar raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
Now he finally understood why the person in front of him ended up with his parents dying tragically, his brother being killed, his sister and brother turning against each other, and his home being destroyed.
If we talk about who is the most miserable person in this universe, Thor must be in the top three.
It is estimated that only the God Slayer Gol, who lost everything and was insulted and toyed with by the gods, could be better than him.
Thor grinned and asked, "What else can I do? He is my brother. Does an elder brother need a reason to forgive his younger brother who made a mistake?"
"As long as you are happy."
Balthazar was obviously not the kind of person who wanted to help others, so he decided to respect the other party's choice.
"Sorry, I have to go back to Asgard to see what happened. You know, Loki is not easy to deal with."
After that, Thor began to call Heimdall's name, and disappeared in the light of the Rainbow Bridge with the four warriors of Asgard.
As soon as they left, Coulson ran over and asked breathlessly, "Sir, where is the Destroyer armor that you smashed just now?"
"ah!
I returned it to its owner.
With the technology you currently have, it is still a bit difficult to research and crack such things.
But don't worry, once the owner figures out the secret, he will add it to the trading list."
Balthazar gave his answer with a smile.
Although Coulson wanted to argue, he gave up this unrealistic idea after thinking it over again and again, and sighed helplessly: "Well, it seems that this is the only way. In addition, the director is eager to know information about Thor and Asgard. Can you provide us with some?"
Balthazar nodded slightly: “Of course.
In fact, Asgard visited the Earth a long time ago and cooperated with the Nordic people at that time to repel the invasion of the Frost Giants.
From then on, they brought the Earth under their rule and protection.
This is also the origin of Norse mythology and the reason why the Earth has not been invaded by alien forces for thousands of years.
So let me tell you, paranoid Director, that Asgard is not strictly a threat, but rather a potential ally.
Except Loki, of course.
Because he has no blood relationship with Thor at all, he is the adopted son of the Frost Giant by the God King Odin.
After learning about his life experience, this guy obviously became mentally unbalanced and began to have an urge to take revenge on society. "
"That doesn't sound too bad?"
"Well, it's not too bad. The premise is that Odin doesn't mind me forcibly taking away Thor's hammer and taking his armor..."