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"I don't care what you think. I care what I think. I think Mjolnir himself wants to try new things."

Thor was sullen, he just felt that the current self should be qualified to pick up Mjolnir again.

This is not only about him regaining divine power and becoming that powerful and confident god, but also a certification of his own qualifications.

"Don't worry about that, Thor. You are the God of Thunder, not the God of Hammers. Mjolnir is just a weapon to assist you, not the source of your power. Have you forgotten that your strength is the result of continuous training?" said Odin.

Thor looked confused. Of course he knew this, but what should he do to develop his own power?

"You will understand. Come with me to Nivida later. I will ask the dwarf king to make a weapon for you that belongs to you alone." Odin patted Thor's shoulder.

"What about Mjolnir? It is also my exclusive weapon."

"No, it's not..."

Odin didn't say much. He didn't have much time left, and now he needed to lay a foundation for his only reliable offspring as soon as possible.

Once he dies, Hela will be free, and the responsibility of resisting Hela will fall on Thor.

As for Duval, who took Mjolnir away...

"Bring back the Destroyer Armor, Mjolnir can give it to you, but not this one." Odin stretched out his hand.

Duva was startled and shrugged: "If only Thor and I were here, we could have gotten away with it. What a pity."

Just think about it and you will know that Odin is now doing his best to pave the way for Thor. He will take Thor to Nivedha to obtain the strongest weapon, and the strongest armor is naturally the Destroyer.

This thing has been blessed by all the fathers of the World Tree. Odin wore this thousands of years ago and dared to fight against the gods of the universe.

"What about the Ice Box? Don't tell me Loki took it away. It would be very dangerous for someone with his personality to run to Earth with this thing. You can imagine how dangerous it would be. Kamar-Taj will not let him run around." Duva immediately changed the subject.

"I will go negotiate with Ancient One, you don't need to worry about it." Odin emphasized, "The Destroyer Armor was originally lent to you by Loki and Thor, not given to you. Of course, no matter what you think in your heart, you did wear it to help Asgard defeat a powerful enemy. In return, I will give you permission to use the Rainbow Bridge. If you need to teleport, you can call Heimdall directly. As long as the request is not excessive, Heimdall will satisfy you."

Obviously, Odin saw what Dua really needed beneath his reluctance to cooperate.

"Unfortunately, I originally wanted to give the Destroyer Armor to the fourth generation Thor, but since you insist, I will return it to its original owner, and thank you for paying me for my service."

Duva's whole body shook, and the Destroyer armor spontaneously detached from his body and stood beside Odin.

Duva actually didn't have too much attachment to this set of armor, because after all, it was a divine armor that needed divine power as a driving energy source to exert its maximum effectiveness. For him, it was destined to be only a transitional stage equipment.

"I hope Heimdall can regularly transport my aliens back and forth between Earth and Jotunheim. I need to capture enough giants as hosts for the aliens. This is the spoils I deserve as a victor."

"Do you intend to completely destroy all the giants in Jotunheim? Exterminate them all?"

"How could that be? At least you won't agree to this, Odin... The stability of the Nine Realms is what you care about most. At least before Thor grows to your level, maintaining the status quo is the best outcome, right?"

Duval said to the father and son without hesitation: "Of course I don't intend to kill all the indigenous life in a world, but I need Jotunheim as a stable host output place. Let me think, how about 50,000? As for those giants who are willing to surrender to me and accept my parasitism, they are another matter."

This is the division of the spoils. To be honest, Duva's proposal will take away at least half of Jotunheim's population.

Fifty thousand hosts are needed just to break their chests, which means that fifty thousand giants will die tragically at the hands of Duva, and their bodies will be eaten as food by the aliens.

With such a large number of people, the Frost Giants certainly cannot bear the entire burden. Other ice giants, frost giants, wind giants and the like must also share the burden.

This is just the number of giants whose chests were broken.

As for those who succumbed to Dua's power, actively cooperated, and were willing to be parasitized, but worked for Dua without breaking their chests, that was another matter and was not counted in the number of 50,000 giants.

Adding two and two together, the giants of the entire Jotunheim may live in dire straits in the future, but who made them lose the war?

But at least he survived, and after millions of years, he might be able to recover.

"What a brutal method! If it were tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years ago, you would be the strongest opponent I would face on my way to conquer the Nine Realms."

Odin finally agreed. After all, it was not the Asgardians who died, but the Jotunheimians who wanted to destroy Asgard.

In fact, he had no choice. If he didn't let the native gods of Jotunheim sacrifice their bodies to satisfy Dua's appetite, could he let the Asgardians do it?

How is that possible? Odin is not a saint who is full of kindness and peace. Besides, Thor will need Duval as his solid and reliable ally in the future.

Dewar left first, taking his biggest prize, Laufey.

"Thor, be careful of this man. He is more dangerous than you expected. Similarly, his ambition is far beyond your imagination. But it is gratifying that he still has some credibility for now, which means that your dealings with him may not be all bad things." Odin looked at Dua's figure and sighed.

The times have changed.

Thor said: "My intuition tells me that he is trustworthy. As long as he wants to do something, I will make sure that I will not become an obstacle to him. If possible, I will join forces with him."

Odin remained silent and made no comment, because at that time, whether it was good or bad, it would all depend on Thor himself.

He can't even solve Hela's problem, so how can he care about what will happen to Dua in the future?

There is a high probability that he will not be able to survive until that time.

"And Laufey..." Odin sighed. He would never have thought that one of his powerful opponents would end up like this.

Perhaps in the little time left for him, he will meet Lao Fei again, but by that time, he will still be himself, but Lao Fei will no longer be Lao Fei, but... an alien!

What would the alien with Laufey's broken chest look like? It would definitely be tall, and its body would definitely be white and blue, just like the other aliens with broken chests of frost giants.

But how much power can this alien take on from Laufey? Anyway, it can't be stronger than Laufey himself. Divine power is not something that can be simply passed on through genes.

"After returning from Nivida, I will start high-intensity training on you. You'd better be prepared, otherwise you won't be able to withstand my power." Odin said.

This will be the greatest power he leaves for Thor, but whether Thor can receive it depends on Thor himself.

As long as he succeeds, Thor, who possesses the power of Thunder and Odin, with the blessing of a bunch of artifacts, will have enough confidence in the future when facing Dua, or even a group of gods more dangerous than Dua.

Several distinguished persons left separately, but the actual division and plunder of Jotunheim had only just begun.

Under the constant flashing of the Rainbow Bridge, an endless stream of giants of all races were hunted down and captured on a large scale. The future that awaited them would be a result that everyone knew well.

If those giants did not step onto the battlefield to fight Dua at the beginning, there was still a possibility that they would be parasitized by the aliens without having their chests broken.

There is no doubt that most of the warriors who stepped onto the battlefield, were frozen by Loki with the Ice Box, and were captured intact by Duva, would have a miserable end.

Aliens are a cold-blooded species that are extremely cruel to their enemies, let alone the masters who rule them.

All the worlds within the scope of the World Tree were closely watching this unique act of conquest and plunder. The once independent and proud Frost Giants were now like wilted eggplants. They were whipped in panic, their limbs were chopped off and their eyes were blinded in their fierce resistance, and they were then dragged away and parasitized.

Compassion is the rarest treasure on the battlefield.

Not to mention, the original ecological environment of the huge Jotunheim has been greatly damaged, and many areas have become unsuitable for survival, which means that the original living creatures will also face a long-term tragic fate.

No one would stand up to seek justice for them. Everyone who saw this scene looked at the blood all over the ground, the countless body parts, and listened to the cries of separation and the wails of despair.

The people who came to investigate from various worlds were all silent after seeing this. Don't get me wrong, they were not indignant for these Jotunheim Protoss giants. They were mainly shocked by the powerful strength and cruel methods displayed by Dua.

Dua's rise was too fast, and his style of doing things, at least in their opinion, was radical enough.

"The aliens are able to parasitize the host and take away the host's best genes?"

"Although this creature is powerful, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to take away the divine power of the gods. At most, after taking away their bloodline, they can obtain the qualifications to cultivate divine power."

"It was Duva who brought the alien race to a level that they don't belong to. Look at those alien warriors who fought against the giants of Jotunheim. Some had their chests broken, and some didn't. But they are all aliens without exception, and there are many powerful ones among them."

"You mean the man who fought with Laufey? According to the intelligence we got from Midgard, that man was not Duva, but just one of Duva's subordinates."

"No, that person's mental frequency has changed. It's like he has become another person. There must be something wrong. Maybe this is one of Duva's abilities."

All the prominent guys on the World Tree have lived for a long time, and they have seen and heard countless strange individuals. The two fierce battles with Dormammu and Laufey were enough for these experienced and sharp-eyed guys to discover something.

Everyone kept the tragic situation in Jotunheim in mind, and privately, they frantically discussed the tragic fate that the defeated father Laufey would soon face.

Some people have already begun to take action and are preparing to contact this powerful new group that has appeared on the World Tree.

"But these guys are not gods after all, and they have not been recognized by the World Tree. This means that they are not the same as us."

Niveda.

The dwarf king scratched his messy hair in annoyance. He originally had a good impression of Dua because of the close cooperation between Asgard and Dua. No one can refuse the leader of a powerful race who is willing to send out his army and sacrifice life and death.

But when I think about the fact that the alien species is completely different from the World Tree God Clan, I feel awkward again.

The dwarf king is a very picky and clean god. Without this character, he would not be able to create an artifact that makes all the protoss salivate.

"They're not protoss now, but maybe they will be soon."

Odin came with Thor and said in a majestic voice: "With the many gods of Jotunheim as his vassals, he will definitely be able to cultivate a group of aliens carrying the blood of the gods. These are the seeds of a new god race.

"Even if these so-called alien gods you mentioned are still the various giants of Jotunheim at the genetic level? At most, they have stronger talents. If the aliens also capture the fire giants and rock giants of Muspelheim and parasitize them, then all the giant gods of the World Tree will be gathered."

The dwarf king immediately asked back, and then said happily: "I knew you wouldn't die so easily. Have you finally made up your mind to bring your son here this time? I've said long ago that if I let you tailor a weapon for the Aesir, it would save you many years of training."

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Skorchi walked on the magnificent avenue of Asgard with a look of despair on his face.

All around, civilians from Asgard kept rushing over, frantically smashing various items at the many giant captives including him.

If only there was food among the things they smashed, so he could eat some and replenish his strength, Skorchi thought haggardly.

Compared with other giants, Skorch seemed too thin. Not to mention compared with the dominant race of Jotunheim - the Frost Giants, even compared with the second-rate gods, the Ice Giants and Wind Giants, he was still a small guy.

There's no way. He's a hybrid of an Asgardian and a wind giant. He's been living in Jotunheim. Of course, he will participate in this world war as a Jotunheim giant.

Because of his mixed-race background and thin body - in the eyes of the giants, Skorchi's height of more than two meters was indeed an insignificant thing, so he was bullied and ridiculed by the giants around him since he was a child.

But Skorch refused to give in and was unwilling to accept his mediocre fate. He had been practicing his killing skills for many years. Even though he was short in stature, he had the blood of two gods, and his strength, speed and other indicators were not weak at all. In the world of Jotunheim, he also brutally hunted down all kinds of giants, which earned him the title of "Executioner".

But now, the strength and status he had accumulated with great effort are now useless. Before he officially rose to prominence, he had the misfortune of encountering a brutal world-class war, and now he has completely lost even the most basic dignity.

As a mixed-race descendant, Skorch was unable to appear on the battlefield at the first time, because the first troops that rushed up to deal with the Asgardians and aliens were the Frost Giants, whom Laufey relied on and trusted the most.

Skorch was in the second group, fighting with the Ice Giants, Frost Giants and others, but was tragically frozen by Loki.

Although Skorch was unable to move and could not quickly break free from the power of the Ice Box, he still maintained a clear consciousness and was fortunate enough to witness the battle between Duva and Laufey. He saw with his own eyes that Duva beat and dismembered Laufey and took him away.

This process reminded Skorchi of the young wind giant who chopped and bullied him when he was a child. Both were extremely similar bloody scenes, and the people who did it all had indifferent attitudes.

The giants who are usually self-righteous are as humble as ants in a war of this magnitude. Even someone as strong as Father Laofey ends up with such a miserable end.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at the aliens who were escorting him.

It was these guys and their masters who were responsible for everything. The unprecedented tragic defeat suffered by Jotunheim and the fall of the entire world were also caused by this man and the Asgardians.

Even though Skorchi's brain was not very smart, he knew that this talent, not Asgard, was the key in this battle.

The Heavenly Father whom he revered also suffered the same fate.

"Hey, I heard that these things will invade my body, take away the best genes in my body, and finally tear my chest apart in an alien shape? They will also eat my corpse to supplement nutrition... This means that there will be An alien with the same genes as me, no, better potential than me... This kind of fate is not too bad, at least I survived in another form."

Skorchi imagined the scene happening and suddenly laughed in a low voice. The laughter became louder and louder, revealing a strong smell of blood, which successfully brought him more insults.

He thought all this was so funny. Those idiots who bullied him for being a mixed-race were all doomed, one by one. Their tall stature and the pure bloodline that they were proud of were all taken away from them at the root by these aliens. It was such a great irony.

Everyone was fucking transformed into aliens, and he wanted to see how these idiots would laugh? Would they use their alien inner nest teeth to crunch and spit out?

At this time, the crowd around became agitated and quickly made way.

"Queen, here comes the Queen!"

"Why is Queen Frigga here?"

"We must protect the queen, lest these filthy giants scare her!"

Queen? Why would someone of this status come here...

Skorchi was lost in thought, and then he heard a familiar voice. He looked up in disbelief and looked at the figure next to Frigga.

Schoenheim, his mother, a witch who followed Frigga!

"Is that him, Skolheim? Your son?"

Frigga confirmed it, walked up to an alien, and negotiated in a low voice. Even though Frigga was a wise witch, she was not sure whether these aliens were willing to listen to him.

Now, the alien language course has not been truly perfected, and Frigga hesitated whether to use mental magic to facilitate communication with the aliens, but she was worried that such behavior was too rash and would cause these aliens to instinctively resist.

Frigga knew very well how powerful and dangerous these aliens were, and she also knew the delicate relationship between Asgard and Dua. She was happy to see this relationship become stronger in the future, and was unwilling to add unnecessary turmoil for some insignificant matters.

Skorci was released on the spot.

The evidence was that a Dracula alien undid the divine chains on him, grabbed his neck roughly, and threw him out of the team.

Soon, without even bothering to look at him, these Dracula aliens escorted the remaining captives to prison.

There, a large number of alien eggs had already been transported from Earth, waiting for the arrival of these hosts.

This kind of brutality and directness is so alien and fits the wild image of the alien.

Skorchi's mind was in a mess. He couldn't believe that he was rescued in this way, and the person who saved him was his mother, whom he hadn't contacted for many years.

"My child, take good care of your mother. She went through a lot of trouble to find me and plead for you."

Frigga's voice was very gentle, and she gave the mother and son some time.

Skorchi was silent for a long time. He was not very good at dealing with his biological mother. His eyes were just staring straight at those extremely strong aliens.