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The two then arrived at the Rainbow Bridge hub.

Skorch was still holding two rifles, bragging to the two girls.

Thor looked at the unreliable guard and shook his head.

"Heimdall's warrant has been lifted, and he will be back soon."

"Go back to where you were, Skorch."

Upon hearing this, Skorch's expression immediately fell.

"Your Highness, my original position has been taken. Now... I have nowhere to go back to."

Thor thought for a moment.

Although Skorch was a greedy and lecherous scoundrel, he was merely a victim of Loki's pranks, and it would be inhumane to simply kick him out.

After a moment's thought, Thor pointed in the direction of Asgard.

"Go report to the gates of Asgard and become a gatekeeper. Don't let me see you dangling those two pieces of junk on the Rainbow Bridge again."

"Yes! Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness!" Skorch bowed repeatedly, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon.

"Send us to Nidavellir first," Thor ordered without further ado.

The energy of the Rainbow Bridge was activated, and the seven-colored light engulfed Thor and Loki.

……

Nidavi, the land of dwarves.

This is a massive star ring forging facility built around a neutron star.

The rainbow light of the Rainbow Bridge had just faded when Thor and Loki immediately sensed something was wrong.

Nidawi, once a prosperous nation where the sounds of blacksmithing filled the air, has now become a hell of war and death.

Hordes of six-armed vanguard monsters, the Chitauri army, the Sakaar mercenaries.

These infamous warriors of the universe are relentlessly hunting down the fleeing dwarves.

While these dwarves were in deep despair, they suddenly saw the light of the rainbow bridge and that familiar tall figure.

"It's Odin's son! It's Asgard's reinforcements!"

"Asgard hasn't abandoned us! They've come to protect us!"

The surviving dwarves cheered, their previously crumbling morale finally picking up a sliver. They raised their giant hammers, attempting to reorganize their defenses.

Thor's sharp eyes quickly locked onto the culprit on the battlefield.

General Corvus Glaive is leading a large, menacing alien army, slaughtering dwarves and wantonly destroying Nidavellir's forges.

Before this, Thanos had forced the dwarf king Eitri to forge the Infinity Gauntlet, and then left with the gauntlet.

General Corvus Glaive was left to clean up the mess.

"For Asgard!"

Seeing the fierce battle, Thor didn't hesitate and charged into the center of the battlefield with a roar.

Loki also dropped his nonchalant expression, and with a flick of his wrists, two magical daggers gleaming with a cold light appeared in his hands.

He conjured several illusory clones, which moved through the enemy ranks, each strike deadly.

Thor fought valiantly on the battlefield.

His Thor power was immense; each time he unleashed a thunderbolt, it could send hundreds of ragtag soldiers flying.

But he soon faced the same predicament as in the Kingdom of Fire.

Lacking powerful artifacts, he once again found himself mired in the quagmire of the Qing army's low efficiency.

These troops knew nothing of fear; with their numerical advantage, they piled up around Thor, wearing him down.

This also prevented him from supporting the dwarves in reorganizing their army.

Corvus Glaive, like a cunning viper, lay lurking silently among the soldiers, his peerless blade in hand, coldly watching Thor's every move.

Seeing Thor unleash his incredible lightning power, he knew very well that he was no match for this Asgardian Thor in a head-on fight.

But that doesn't mean he can't kill Thor.

The continuous fighting had greatly depleted Thor's stamina, and his movements began to slow down for a moment.

It's now!

Corvus Glaive seized the opportunity, his figure transforming into a black shadow as he suddenly attacked from the side blind spot.

"Die!"

The blade in his hand silently slashed towards Thor's neck.

Thor sensed the danger at the last second and instinctively raised his Iron Bear Axe to block.

"clang--!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The axe head of the Iron Bear Battle Axe was cut directly into two pieces!

Thor felt a lightness in his hand, and the axe clattered to the ground.

Having landed a successful blow, Corvus Glaive did not seek personal glory. Before Thor's lightning counterattack could arrive, he quickly withdrew to the rear and concealed his figure.

"Damn rat!"

Thor angrily threw away the axe handle and continued to fight the surging enemy soldiers hand-to-hand with his regular fists and lightning fists.

Although the dwarven warriors were greatly encouraged by Thor's arrival and fought valiantly.

However, facing an enemy many times their size who were fearless and ruthless, the defensive line continued to shrink, and the situation was developing in a negative direction.

……

At this time, Asgard.

Skorch, looking dejected, sat at the Rainbow Bridge hub, waiting for Heimdall to return and hand over his duties.

He sighed.

A few days ago, his cronies thought he had been promoted to the position of Guardian Blade of the Nine Realms, and they were bragging about it like crazy.

He felt incredibly proud back then, but now he has to go back to guard the gate of the celestial palace. The contrast is just too great.

Just as he was sighing, steady footsteps came from outside the hall.

Heimdall, wearing a cloak, strode in.

Seeing this, Skorch chuckled self-deprecatingly: "You're back, so that place is yours now. I have to go stand guard at Asgard."

"Wait a minute," Heimdall called out to him.

"What else?"

Heimdall's expression turned serious: "I'll recommend a good job to you. If you do well on the task, you'll get the position you want."

Skorch stopped and looked at him suspiciously: "What mission?"

"Thor and his men are in danger in Nidavellir," Heimdall said in a deep voice. "We need to send troops to support them, but the Asgardian warriors and Tyr have all gone to Jotunheim. The only troops we can mobilize now are Odin's Royal Guard."

"But the Praetorian Guard only obeys Odin's orders."

"I want you to go to Midgard and find Odin."

Skorch frowned. "Why didn't you go and inform him yourself? Didn't you claim you could talk to anyone in the Nine Realms?"

"I can't," Heimdall answered truthfully. "Midgard is currently shrouded in a higher-dimensional power, and my vision is being obstructed."

"Right now, I can only see the terrain and landforms, but I can't pinpoint a specific person, so I can't have a cross-border conversation."

"Then why are you looking for me?"

"Because you are the person in Asgard who knows Midgard best right now, you often sneak off there to collect the junk of those mortals."

Heimdall offered his incentive: "Have you thought it through? If you complete this task, you might be able to stay and serve the Allfather, and I will personally recommend you."

Skorch's heart burned with excitement upon hearing this.

He was already interested in the strange and wonderful things on Earth. If he could take this opportunity to stay by Odin's side, as long as he could flatter him well, he would definitely rise to prominence in the future.

"Deal." Skorch patted his chest. "Asgard really can't do without me."