After waiting about two minutes, Asgard's fleet really did arrive. And it was no small craft—it was a capital ship, led by Heimdall himself.
The captains of the Three Great Empires' fleets were all cursing inwardly. Is this how you invite people? If we don't go to the Bifrost, you smash down on us? And then comes boarding, charging, Whirlwind Slash, and "Long live the All-Father"?
But curses were all they could manage. Though they had not yet entered the Nine Realms, this was still the doorstep of someone else's home, their territory. Heimdall was already right in their faces. It was too late to activate their jump engines and run.
The delegations from the Three Great Empires could only grit their teeth and fly out, board Asgard's shuttle, and enter their ship. There were quite a few people in the delegations, and none of them were low-ranking, yet Heimdall looked at them with utter disdain, practically wearing the words "You can't even fly a ship properly" on his face.
The delegation members could not quite get a read on him. When the Three Great Empires had previously sent people here, they had not dispatched formal delegations, not even complete fleets—just a small spacecraft and a handful of people. Their mission had merely been to hint that Asgard needed their support. To put it plainly, they had come to apply pressure.
According to those people after they returned, Asgard's attitude had been quite good. After all, if Odin had still been in power, they would probably have been thrown into the Underworld by now. Letting them return alive was not a good attitude?
First, they had treated the previous envoys well. Then, not long afterward, they had sent out invitations far and wide, calling everyone here. Wasn't it obvious that