Shock and Frustration

The air whistled past Thor's face, constantly tossing his golden hair and beard into disarray.

Clad in black armor, with a crimson cape pressed against his back, Thor gripped Mjolnir and let it carry him through the clouds.

From far away, he saw Destroyer chasing a machine into the sky. His heart tightened, and he hurriedly made Mjolnir fly faster.

Destroyer was a weapon forged by his father. It possessed immense power and had accompanied Odin in conquering the Nine Realms. After the battle of Jotunheim brought that campaign to an end, it had been assigned to guard Asgard's treasury.

Humans had no way of dealing with such a weapon.

The moment that thought arose in Thor's tense mind, just as he was about to rush over and help the human fight Destroyer, he saw Destroyer plunging straight down from the sky like a meteor, flames erupting from it as He-El stomped on it.

"How is that possible?"

Thor's eyes widened in shock. How could a human possibly deal with Destroyer? That was Asgard's powerful weapon, the weapon that had established Asgard's rule over the Nine Realms.

Forget humans fighting Destroyer—even Thor had never imagined Destroyer could be put at a disadvantage by human hands.

Yet now, he watched He-El stomp on Destroyer, smashing through the air and driving it from the sky, cracking the ground across a five-hundred-meter radius and sinking it twenty meters deep. The sheer scale of the destruction left him utterly stunned.

That level of destructive power was already comparable to that of a god.

Since when had humans become so powerful? Powerful enough to contend with Destroyer?

Thor pulled Mjolnir and flew toward where Destroyer had fallen. The rushing air whipped his golden hair and blood-red cape about. With Mjolnir in hand, Thor stepped onto