Thor had already realized that the gods in the Apartment Block, those nearly forgotten by the world, had no idea where his wife was. The renowned Son of Odin, the god of thunder and strength, had actually almost been deceived by these insignificant nobodies and turned into a blade in their hands. Unable to contain his fury any longer, Thor immediately raised Mjolnir.
Black storm clouds instantly blanketed an entire street. Several people who sensed trouble tried to flee, but after taking only a few steps, several purple lightning bolts as thick as bowls crashed down from the sky and struck them directly.
Even at their peak, probably few of them could have withstood such a terrifying attack, much less now. The people struck by lightning let out screams before collapsing headfirst onto the ground, never making another sound.
The Biscuit Shop Owner's expression changed drastically as well, but as the leader of the group, he did not retreat and flee like the others. Instead, he forced himself to say, "If you don't stop now, don't blame us for getting nasty!"
"Perfect. I've been wanting to see what you're capable of!" Thor sneered, then hurled the hammer in his hand.
The divine artifact forged by dwarves drew down a bolt of lightning the instant it left Thor's palm, wrapping itself within it. Currents slithered across the hammerhead like dragons! No one in its path could withstand it!
Those targeted by the hammer were first struck by the lightning upon it, their entire bodies paralyzed and unable to move. Then they could only watch helplessly as Mjolnir grew larger and larger before their eyes.
By the time the hammer had flown a circle through the crowd and returned to Thor's hand, it had already turned blood-red, with someone's brain matter clinging