The Death of the Son of God
The agony of the strong, and the instant it was dispelled.
Lamias seemed to shed her heavy shackles in an instant... Although the debuff that weakened her had not even lasted half a day, it felt incredibly good now—after all, being able to bring out only four points of power from ten was truly irritating.
The Nordic Council felt the same way, naturally.
A freezing storm swept outward from Norway Fellow, the Nordic Council member, at its center.
Son of God, Son of Thunder Thor, could not help frowning... These fellows seemed to have suddenly grown much stronger—but it did not matter. No matter how powerful the natives were, they could not break through the defenses of his divine body!
On the contrary, these native Limit Experts would either die or be injured if they took a hit from his warhammer!
In the Minor World, where the upper limit was almost locally locked, apart from cheating-like powers such as Eternal Divine Arts and Rule God Skills, weapons were the most important deciding factor.
That was experience accumulated through countless battles.
"Putting up a last-ditch struggle..." Thor chuckled, his burning gaze fixed on Lamias. "But I like fiery women... You will be my finest trophy!"
It had to be said that ever since God King Odin punished Valkyrie, it was as though he had opened some kind of switch in the gods of the Asgard Divine Realm!
After an exhilarating conquest, naturally came a hedonistic indulgence... Otherwise, what had they worked so hard for?
"Fuck, you're disgusting!" Lamias sneered. "Someone like you is a god too? Are all the gods outside this shameless? If that's really the case, then I'm not interested in going out at all!"
"Hahahaha!!" The only response was the Son