"Oh, going back, huh? Might as well go take a look, though there's not much to see. Everyone I knew is long dead."
Gouzi's expression was a little melancholic.
Wan Lei sighed and, with Fang Xiaoyu and Gouzi, returned to the spaceship.
"Yo, you're back," Wan Qianxin greeted.
Wan Lei had seemed a bit off earlier, and everyone wondered why, but they didn't pry. It was normal for a 'Child of the Plane' like Wan Lei to have secrets.
"We've reviewed the data from the Moral Plane. It's the world of gods. The King of Gods, Odin, led the gods in his divine realm on countless campaigns for thousands of years, unifying the Nine Realms and driving the Frost Giants into the shadows. Now, the Frost Giants have colluded with demons and seek revenge against Odin. We're going there to help Odin fight the demons and the giants."
Wan Lei nodded, remaining silent. He was all too familiar with that history; in fact, he was a participant.
Wan Qianxin continued with a smile,
"There's a formidable person in that world called Thor. Like you, he uses lightning. He fought alongside Odin in many campaigns and achieved great renown. It's a pity he died in an accident over a decade ago. Otherwise, you could have met him and sparred in the Way of Lightning, to see who was more powerful, Thor or the Thunder Emperor."
Wan Lei chuckled at this. Thor fighting the Thunder Emperor? How would that even work? Would he be fighting his own right hand?
However, the information Wan Qianxin had received was that Thor had died in an accident. It seemed the people of the divine realm were unaware that it was Loki who had tampered with Mjolnir, causing his death.
"Are the jump points ready? Let's go. I hope we're not too late this time and don't repeat the mistakes of the last one."
Moral Plane.
Asgard Divine Realm.
On the central Highest God Mountain, stood a majestic palace. Within it, a dignified one-eyed elder sat upon a throne. Beside him stood a benevolent goddess, the Mother of Gods. Next to her stood a young boy, about five or six years old, fair-skinned and tender, with golden hair cascading over his shoulders, his eyes flashing with lightning. Many gods stood respectfully in the hall.
"Laufey has colluded with the demons to attack my Asgard. They will reach us soon. This time, no matter how powerful the enemy, we must defeat them and protect Asgard," Odin declared majestically to the gods below.
"Father God, I will surely lead my divine realm's armies to hold the enemy outside Asgard and annihilate them all."
The young God of War, Tyr, stepped forward, drawing his longsword, and pledged with conviction. Beside him stood a dark-haired deity, dressed in black and green, extremely handsome, tall, with a sinister smile on his lips. Hearing Tyr's words, he couldn't help but scoff.
"Loki, what are you laughing at?" Odin looked at the dark-haired deity.
Loki smiled and replied, neither humble nor overbearing,
"I believe Tyr is underestimating the enemy. Think about it. The Frost Giant Laufey was so thoroughly defeated thousands of years ago that he could only hide in the shadows of the dark realms. Now, he suddenly dares to attack us. What does that signify? Is Laufey a fool? Someone who fought us for so many years is certainly not a fool. Therefore, if he dares to return for revenge, there's only one possibility: the demon reinforcements have given him immense confidence, leading him to believe he can destroy our divine realm. Such an enemy is not easily defeated. Tyr is still young. He hasn't experienced the years we spent conquering the Nine Realms, nor has he witnessed the enemy's strength, hence his arrogance and overconfidence. He simply doesn't understand his enemy."
"You..." Tyr, enraged, was about to retort when the goddess Sif spoke first,
"Loki, don't boost the enemy's morale and dampen our own spirits. Our divine realm has stood for countless millennia. When have we ever feared an enemy? When have there been enemies we couldn't defeat?"
"Exactly! Our divine realm is invincible. The Nine Realms bow before us. We are victorious in every battle!"
"We have Odin, the King of Gods, Tyr, the God of War, and so many other gods and loyal troops. No enemy can stand against us."
"If Laufey dares to come, let him come and never return. I've disliked him for a long time. Father God was merciful and spared Laufey's life back then. Instead of showing gratitude, he dares to offend our divine realm. This time, he must be killed!"
"Loki, if you're scared, hide in the temple and watch us fight. We'll share a drink with you at the victory banquet."
Listening to the arrogant words of the surrounding gods, Loki didn't get angry. He merely sneered inwardly. A bunch of ignorant fools.
"Enough, stop arguing. The enemy this time is indeed very strong. We must go all out to defeat them. All of you, go and prepare for battle. Our divine realm has only brave warriors, no cowards who fear death."
Odin commanded, and the gods immediately bowed and retreated, leaving the palace. Loki was the last to turn and leave.
"Alas, if only Thor were still here. With him leading the army, the enemy would surely be annihilated." Odin sighed.
Loki's teeth clenched upon hearing this. Since childhood, he had harbored jealousy towards Thor's prominence. Why should this muscle-bound, simple-minded fellow lead troops? Why should he be the heir to the throne? His own wisdom and strategy far surpassed Thor's. Why did Father God always favor him!
But then, Loki shook his head and smiled. Why should he concern himself with a dead man? Besides, with the arrival of the demons, Asgard would also turn to dust, and what throne would there be to speak of?
Odin waved his hand, signaling the little boy beside him to come closer.
"Father God."
The little boy came to Odin's side and called out happily. Odin crouched down, gently pinched the boy's cheek, and said with a smile,
"Arthur, the enemy is attacking this time, and Father God must also go to the battlefield."
"Arthur wants to go to the battlefield too," the little boy immediately said.
"You are still young, you cannot go," the Mother of Gods, Frigga, quickly pulled the little Arthur up.
Odin smiled benevolently and waved his hand.
"What are you afraid of? He is a born warrior, the new Thunder God of our divine realm. With his strength, although he cannot contend with the demons yet, he can handle some minor soldiers. He needs experience to grow. The Thunder God is born for the battlefield. His brother Thor was also like this, wasn't he? Not long after his birth, he followed me on campaigns and unified the Nine Realms. He too will become an outstanding Thunder God like his brother."
"Alas, Thor..." Frigga sighed, her eyes filled with sadness and remembrance.
"Odin, is the enemy this time very strong?"
"The enemy..." Odin sighed with worry. "This time, it is the doom of Asgard. It is... Ragnarok."