At the very moment Thor was preparing to sacrifice himself.
Brilliant golden light suddenly burst forth from the staff passageway of the Maria Opera House in New York City, not far from the battlefield.
A tunnel shimmering with golden light opened. Then, one after another, Asgardian warriors clad in Golden Battle Armor and dressed like Saint Seiya filed out.
Every one of them wore a stern expression, their faces filled with determination in the face of the coming war.
But when they stepped out of the tunnel, they saw a blonde young man in a suit standing by the exit some distance away.
He stood lazily, looking as relaxed as though he had come on a picnic.
"Midgardian, leave that place!"
The captain of this advance squad that had come to Midgard spoke first, intending to drive the human away.
These Asgardian soldiers were not bloodthirsty maniacs. They felt that ordinary people merely needed to be kept away.
"We will take over Midgard. All you need to do is cooperate and leave."
Yet, faced with the captain's ultimatum, the young man merely raised his head indifferently and gave them an amused smile.
"Oh? You want me to leave?"
"But I don't feel like leaving right now."
Seeing the youth's arrogant posture, impatience appeared on many of the soldiers' faces.
Without revealing anything, the captain signaled to the guard beside him. The man immediately drew his longsword and walked toward the blonde youth, intending to teach him a lesson.
"We told you to get lost!"
The warrior raised his sword and slashed it toward the other man's neck. If he wanted to get himself killed, then they could not be blamed for being ruthless!
Clang!
The longsword forged from Asgardian Fine Iron came whistling down, drawing a cold gleam through the