Thor had not felt this kind of punch-to-the-head dizziness in many years. The last time he had felt it was when he had been struck by the main cannon of a Kree Empire warship, caught by a neutron star's gravity, and finally flung into a black hole.
So when he spotted several tiny black specks flying toward them from afar, he instinctively assumed a combat stance. Once he realized what he was doing, he could not help feeling a little embarrassed. But to his surprise, the generals and ministers around him reacted even more strongly, each of them already shrouding themselves in divine power.
Fuck, there was a lunatic here!!!
What kind of civilized species drove its own home planet around like that?! Odin was already the most aggressive radical in the entire universe, but even he led fleets into battle at most, or used the Bifrost to jump right into someone's face. He had never smashed Asgard Palace into someone's face!
Why was this so terrifying? Because everyone knew that to a civilization, its home planet was the most important thing. Its symbolic significance far exceeded the planet's actual value.
It was like this: when nations fought one another, if they only fought along the border, then no matter how fierce it got, it was still just a regional conflict. But if one side bombed the other's capital, then it became a fight to the death.
The fall of a capital meant the death of a nation. By that point, everyone, men and women, young and old, had to fight for their lives. If they won, they could still draw breath; if they lost, the dynasty changed. Interstellar civilizations were the same. Once fighting reached the home planet, there was absolutely no possibility of stopping the war. The Kree