What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

Thor's face was very resolute.

However, there was a hint of gritted teeth in his voice as he spoke.

"A warrior? A pot-bellied warrior?"

Hela retorted.

The tension between the two grew increasingly palpable.

The Asgardian warriors around them looked at each other in bewilderment.

Whisper.

However, no one dared to step forward and mediate the fight.

"Who is she? How dare she speak to the Crown Prince like that?"

A young soldier asked his elders a question.

"Shh, don't ask. If you ask me, all I can tell you is that we may be facing more than just external wars."

Some of the older generals wore complex expressions—they vaguely remembered that many, many years ago, Hela was Odin's sharpest sword, a goddess of death feared on the battlefield. Then she suddenly disappeared; some said she had committed a grave error and been exiled, others said she had gone to a more distant place to carry out a secret mission.

Anyway.

Hela is back now.

Hela's return is not only a family reunion, but also a major upheaval in the power structure of Asgard. No one knows what Odin, whose mind is unpredictable, is thinking.

"Even with my big belly, I can still beat you up!"

"Ah."

"If you don't believe me, come down and have a match. One-on-one, this time I won't let you sneak up on me."

"hehe."

"Damn it! I don't have a sister like you!"

……

Just as the atmosphere was about to spiral out of control.

Sif came over with several of Thor's staunch supporters.

“Thor, come to me.” The warrior Sif, riding her winged horse, reached out her hand to Thor. She was none other than the Norse goddess of the land and harvest, and one of the most outstanding young women of Asgard.

Thor, feeling like he'd been granted a pardon, immediately leaped onto Sif's Pegasus, not forgetting to turn back and make a face at Hela: "See? Real warriors get invited to fight!"

Such childish behavior.

Hela completely ignored it.

He rode the giant wolf forward.

See this.

Thor relaxed a little.

"So loyal!"

Thor sat in the back and praised loudly.

"You truly are my good brother!"

He praised his childhood sweetheart.

however.

Sif remained expressionless.

"In fact, I am your fiancée."

You couldn't detect any emotional fluctuation in her voice.

In this regard.

Thor laughed heartily.

"You can't trust this kind of feudal marriage!" Thor waved his hand dismissively. "After the war, I'll take you to Earth, so you can see what free love is all about!"

“Did you know? You can win love there for just a few gold coins.” Thor was happy to share his experiences on Earth with his brothers.

only.

He clearly underestimated Sif's comprehension abilities.

Can you really win love with just a few sheets of paper?

"You're not going to Midgard to be a chef, you're going to collect the Midgard Dirty Virus, right?" Sif's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and without saying a word, she kicked Thor off his horse.

She rode away with obvious disgust, catching up with the rest of the group, leaving Thor standing there, stunned for a long while before he reacted and shouted at Sif's retreating figure.

"I was talking about online dating! Do you even know what the internet is? You don't!" Thor, having failed to catch up with his childhood friend, could only return to the stables somewhat dejectedly.

soon.

He made his choice.

The other warriors were choosing their mounts.

Then everyone went to gather.

The war drums thundered across Asgard, and the golden city trembled with the deafening horns. Warriors stood in formation on horseback, their armor reflecting a cold light, spears forming a forest, their fighting spirit boiling.

The army, with its overwhelming momentum, was a sight to behold. The sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses reverberated in the air, as if even the sky itself trembled at the impending war.

Thor stood at the front of the formation, his fingers gripping Mjolnir's hammer handle tightly, his knuckles white from the effort. Sweat poured from his palms, leaving slippery marks on the metal surface. He had to adjust his grip repeatedly, fearing that the weapon symbolizing his identity would slip from his hand during the charge.

"I absolutely cannot lose face..."

Thor, experiencing war for the first time, unconsciously turned his gaze to Odin on the high platform—the Allfather, clad in golden armor, his single eye blazing, the eternal spear Gungnir gleaming with destructive light in his hand. His father's figure seemed to reach the heavens in Thor's eyes, his imposing presence making his chest tighten.

“This is a truly qualified God-King.”

Thor looked down at his hammer; lightning danced across its surface, yet seemed so small. He remembered Hela's mocking gaze, and his father's composure in the face of the Dark God.

At the same time, he also recalled his own clumsy fighting style.

"Am I really worthy of the crown prince position?"

in fact.

Thor was very confused, and this confusion made him extremely sensitive, which is why he showed such a fierce but weak performance when Hela mocked him.

“Bang!”

The war drums roared again, interrupting his thoughts. Thor looked up abruptly and saw his father holding the Spear of Eternity high, its surging divine power sweeping across the entire army like a tidal wave.

"One day, I will become that kind of being!" Thor rallied, and his father's divine power supported him, giving him some confidence.

at this time.

A soft silver light flowed out from the depths of the golden palace.

The moonlight shone down on the soldiers.

"It's the Goddess!"

Frigg walked slowly, her long robe trailing on the ground, her staff shimmering with starlight. Her face was serene, yet her gaze was as deep as an abyss—as the foremost mage of the Nine Realms.

Her strength is far more terrifying than the world imagines.

"May the warriors of Asgard," her voice flowed like a clear spring, yet contained an undeniable power, "be fearless on the battlefield, undaunted by pain and death."

With a light tap of the staff, silver runes fell like snowflakes, merging into the armor of each warrior. Thor, too, felt a warm power surge into his body.

Even the hammer in his hand seemed to have become lighter.

What is this child laughing at?

Frigga glanced at her son only once. She walked through the queue, finally stopping in front of Odin. Her eyes flickered slightly, and a mark more complex than the other runes materialized at her fingertips.

"Father of the Gods".

she said softly.

Press the rune onto Odin's chest.

May wisdom guide your path.

This is a special blessing for Odin.

Odin nodded slightly, but Frigga did not immediately withdraw her hand. Of course, she knew what Odin had done, so the witch was very worried about Odin's decision.

Some beings... dislike betrayal.

The witch leaned closer and whispered a reminder to Odin, based on her understanding of the world.

In this regard.

A deep light flashed in Odin's single eye.

He took his wife's hand and patted it gently.

"Trust me, there won't be any problems."

The god-king's voice was also kept very low.

"In fact... I'm also adding weight to Asgard's strategy." He glanced at his daughter and son, his thoughts unreadable.

The God-King is always so deep in thought.

Frigga gazed at her husband, then sighed and released his hand.

Odin turned, the Spear of Eternity pointing straight to the heavens: "For Asgard!"

"For Asgard!!"

With a deafening roar, Thor, riding his steed, charged ahead, hammer raised high. Frigga stood still, watching her husband's departing figure.

"What exactly is that mysterious ancient god?"

The worry lingered in her eyes.

He muttered to himself.

Watching the army enter the Rainbow Bridge, and Hela's giant wolf mount, Thor kicked him hard with his hind legs, and everyone gradually disappeared into the light of the Rainbow Bridge.