Super God: One Punch and You're Dead

They had now witnessed what true power was. Compared to it, Malekith, the Dark Elf leader they worshipped, was nothing more than an insignificant ant.

"My lord, we are willing to pledge our loyalty to you."

A burly Curse Warrior kept banging his head against the ground. He had been frightened out of his wits, utterly terrified and at a complete loss.

"How about this?"

Lin Yan gave Loki an interested glance.

"From today onward, the grudge between Svartalfheim and Asgard will be wiped clean. You will serve under Loki and become his slaves."

"Slaves?"

"Loki?"

The Dark Elf soldiers: "..."

The Curse Warriors: "..."

Loki: "..."

Loki was equally astonished. He had not expected Lin Yan to make such a decision; he had thought Lin Yan would kill all the Dark Elf soldiers and Curse Warriors together.

Shame filled his heart.

He was the Flame God.

Kind and magnanimous, with the bright

moon in his heart, humble and open-minded, broad in spirit—such generosity was beyond anything Loki could compare himself to. Only by continuing to follow the Flame God might he learn even one hundred-millionth of it.

The Flame God was Loki's eternal goal.

"Loki, do you have any objections?"

Lin Yan asked.

"My god, Loki will forever be loyal to you. Every word you speak is Loki's divine decree, the pursuit of Loki's entire life."

Loki knelt devoutly.

Though he could not quite understand Lin Yan's decision, when had a god's decisions ever required the understanding of mortals?

A god was a god.

Those Dark Elf soldiers and Curse Warriors had always disdained Asgard, much less Loki, who was inferior even to Thor. He was merely the God of Trickery.

Yet in the blink of an eye, he had become their king.

But—so what?

They all trembled as