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The lizard man who was arrogant just now is like a defeated dog.

The Asgardian warriors they faced were all like wolves and tigers, and their auras surged like ferocious beasts.

Everyone has a cold smile on their face, holding weapons and constantly harvesting the lives of the lizard people.

Blood stained their boots and armor red.

Everyone's face was covered in blood, and they looked extremely terrifying.

Joyce was observing the situation from a distance, with a relieved smile in his eyes.

Sol's actions this time were finally no longer reckless.

This team of warriors is nothing short of an extremely sharp spear.

It pierces the enemy's heart fiercely and stimulates every nerve in them.

Everyone had a look of fanaticism on their faces, as if they had been given a shot of blood.

They were all waving their weapons hard and slashing wildly.

No matter what kind of people they are in a war, as long as they have interests, they will join the fight crazily.

No matter what the cost, we must achieve the greatest victory.

Behind them lies the honor of the entire Asgardian people!

This is the common belief of all of them, their faith!

In less than two hours.

The Asgardian army led by Thor was like locusts passing through, slaughtering these lizardmen.

Even the passing earthworms were almost torn in half.

Big win!

"Long live Asgard!"

"Long live His Highness Thor!"

Uniform shouts kept ringing out at this moment.

Amidst this shouting, Thor seemed to see countless Asgardians paying tribute to him.

That scene is like a king standing surrounded by many people and accepting their blessings.

This scene is really spectacular.

Sol felt deeply in his heart.

He had imagined this situation countless times.

He longed to see such a scene with his own eyes, to see the entire Asgardian people worship in front of him.

Just when he was enjoying all this peacefully.

Suddenly a huge roar sounded behind him.

Along with the loud noise, darkness and pressure instantly enveloped his head.

Thor felt as if he was being stared at by an ancient dragon, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

He quickly raised his head and looked behind him.

Huge, pitch-black warships are approaching here at super fast speeds.

Giant objects always make people tremble with fear.

The leading battleship was extremely huge.

Behind it, there are hundreds of smaller warships suspended in the air.

These battleships look like black steel fortresses.

These battleships have countless weapons visible to the naked eye.

Every fort is brewing with faint fluctuations of magic power.

It was as if anything could be easily crushed under the black muzzle.

The decks of every battleship were filled with people.

These figures hold spears in their hands and wear black armor. They look extremely powerful.

"My lovely grandnephew, you have crossed a line."

"Who gave you the right to massacre in my Vanaheim?"

"Don't you know whose territory this is?"

A kind voice suddenly sounded, and in the distortion of space, a heroic figure appeared on the first battleship.

A pure white robe was wrapped around her body.

The cloak draped over the shoulders was embroidered with golden patterns, which looked extremely solemn, noble and elegant.

There was a faint smile on his face at this moment.

That face also looked very kind, but what was incongruous was that between his eyebrows, there was an aura of looking down on the world.

Saw the old man appearing on the warship.

Thor's expression suddenly changed, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"It's you! Niord!"

There was a solemn look in Sol's eyes.

Looking carefully, behind him stood Gullweger, who had provoked him several times.

This is a trap?

……

"Your Majesty, are you sure that Saul's child is not in danger?"

Far away in the Crystal Palace of Asgard, Fensaril's God Queen Frigga looked at the calm Odin next to her with a worried look on her face.

There was a hint of uneasiness in her voice.

"Don't worry, Thor has his own plan!"

Odin narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and said lightly.

"Besides, he has reinforcements, doesn't he?"

"But can Joyce Joestar really stand up to Niord?"

Frigga asked still a little worried.

Hearing her words, Odin's lips curved into a mocking smile.

"Don't worry, he won't lose against a coward like Niord! Badr will come over later."

Hearing Odin's affirmative answer, Frigga felt a little relieved.

"I hope he can successfully deal with this old thing Niord!"

There was a gloomy look in Frigga's eyes, and she gritted her teeth and said.

In her heart, she hated the old guy Niord very much.

If not for him!

Their tribe would not be forced to withdraw from Vanaheim, let alone be expelled from the Vanir Clan.

Her hatred for Niord almost reached its extreme level due to the deep blood feud between her families.

Even though she is now the God Queen of Asgard.

But this hatred that she had when she was young has been deeply rooted in her heart.

For so many years, the only thing I can't let go of is this thing!

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something.

"Your Majesty, is Tyr still in Vanaheim? Will he join the war?"

"There has been no news from him during this period. Could it be that he has left?"

Odin shook his head slightly.

"No, he's still here."

There was a cold look on his face.

"But Tyr disappeared from Heimdall's sight. I have sent people to search for his traces for a long time, but there is no news."

At this point, he paused: "Maybe Tire is dead."

Tyr, I hope you won't betray me.

Upon hearing the news that Tyr might have died, Frigga's eyes filled with deep sadness.

Although Tire is not her biological child.

But in her heart, she had long regarded Tyr as her own son.

"The Warner Protoss has been surviving for so many years, and it's time to end it. The Nine Realms don't need too many rulers, nor do they need people who stab in the back!"

A gleam flashed in Odin's eyes.

"Yes!"

Frigga stepped forward at this moment, gently held Odin's hand, and said softly:

"The Warner Protoss who colluded with other galaxies have betrayed World Tree and abandoned their oath."

This time, the Warner Clan must be completely destroyed.

Otherwise, Vanaheim will never be able to regain its former glory.

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