An Alchemist's Equipment-Is This Supposed to Be an Ordinary Person?

The smile on Thrór's face was supremely confident. Out of trust in their friend, the three of them actually believed he had a way to solve the problem.

"Let's go!" Fandral said, joining Hogun in supporting the injured Volstagg as they turned to leave.

Watching them go, Thrór turned and resolutely walked toward the Destroyer.

"No, wait! Stop him!" Jane cried anxiously. She wanted to run over, but Selvig and Daisy held her tightly.

Sif and the Warriors Three also turned back, watching the scene with immense concern.

Thrór approached the Destroyer step by step. He knew Loki could share the Destroyer's vision and hear what he said.

"Brother, no matter how I wronged you, no matter what I did to make you this way, I'm truly sorry.

"But these people are innocent. Killing them won't do you any good."

The Destroyer's faceplate slowly opened. Scorching energy gathered beneath its armor, and an orange-red glow could be seen through the gaps.

Thrór stood firm without fear and continued, "Kill me, then let this end."

In Asgard, Loki sat upon the throne, listening to Thrór's words. He lightly brushed his lips, and something flickered in his eyes.

This counted as last words, didn't it?

For Thrór, who had always been hot-tempered, warlike, and impulsive, to possess such awareness was truly unexpected!

A few seconds later, the Destroyer's faceplate slowly closed. The energy within it gradually subsided, and it assumed a posture as though it were about to turn and leave.

A smile appeared on Thrór's face despite himself. Loki actually didn't intend to kill him.

To admit one's mistakes and change was the greatest good. Once he returned, he had to plead with Father King to give Loki a light punishment and a stern warning. After all, no irreversible consequences had