I Hid the Power on My Body, Thor—If You Want Power, Go Find It!

I Hid the Power on My Body, Thor—If You Want Power, Go Find It! Duva released his grip, losing interest in the hammer, and turned to watch the fierce battle between the Abomination Xenomorph and the Deviants Leader.

"This thing is the Deviant that absorbed Juggernaut. Just as I expected, it's become extremely powerful, though not yet so powerful that it can't be dealt with—say, Sub-Skyfather Level." Duva watched intently.

Even though the Abomination Xenomorph possessed Hulk's genes, making it far stronger than Abomination and giving it a much higher growth ceiling, it was not Hulk himself.

As the battle dragged on, the Abomination Xenomorph was never able to gain the upper hand and took more and more beatings.

The Deviants Leader was highly intelligent. After adapting to the Abomination Xenomorph's strength, it began making targeted counterattacks. Its body immediately grew another size larger, and with Juggernaut's invulnerability, it could completely withstand the Abomination Xenomorph's attacks.

It was merely weaker than the Abomination Xenomorph in raw strength and could not defeat it in a short time. But if the battle went on long enough, it would basically be the one to win.

"If one isn't enough, then gang up on it." At Duva's command, several exceptionally strong Xenomorphs closed in from all directions and pounced on the Deviants Leader.

What enraged and alarmed the Deviants Leader, even forcing it to shift its attention, were the more than ten Deviant Xenomorphs surrounding and attacking it!

From these Xenomorphs, whose forms somewhat resembled its own, it keenly sensed the aura of its kind.

The leader let out an enraged hiss. With its intelligence, it had clearly already guessed what was going on. It immediately turned its head and fixed Duva with its glowing red eyes.

"That's right, I did it. I was the one who woke your people, and I'm also the reason they kept getting captured." Duva stood beside Thor and spoke calmly.

Under the normal timeline, these creatures would only awaken when the Celestials at Earth's core awoke, triggering global earthquakes that shattered the ice covering Lake Alaska.

But because of Duva's interference, these Deviants had appeared now.

Duva would not reconcile with these Deviants that fed on humans. Capturing them alive would be best; if that was impossible, killing them was the true optimal solution.

The Deviants Leader was furious and let out a piercing cry toward the sky.

"You think I don't know you stationed your people all around us? They've each run into opponents of their own. Who wins and who loses is hard to say." Duva said.

The leader abandoned the Abomination Xenomorph and Thor, trying to charge over and kill Duva, but the Abomination Xenomorph and the Deviant Xenomorphs tightly surrounded it.

Whenever the Deviants Leader tried to do anything, more than ten incredibly powerful Xenomorphs launched relentless assaults around it. Their attack frequency was astounding, leaving no gaps, yet they still could not break through its defenses.

The Courier Xenomorph hid in the distance and spat Strong Acid blood. When it splashed onto the Deviants Leader, it sizzled, but Juggernaut's power prevented it from truly corroding much flesh.

Beneath heavy black clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

The moment the many Deviants appeared, they came under attack from the Xenomorphs. The two species engaged in a fierce slaughter across the wilderness.

With extraordinary speed and astonishing combat instincts, they moved like phantoms through the darkness against the howling gale, fighting amid the simple terrain. Sometimes they fought one-on-one; sometimes, after being forced back, they took the chance to strike other enemies.

The shifting of small-scale tactics reached its peak from the very beginning in this kind of battle.

Only the occasional sounds of flesh tearing and agonized hissing showed just how brutal the battle was.

From the perspective of warfare alone, both species were exceptionally capable. But the Xenomorphs were clearly superior war machines, their entire bodies weapons made for slaughter—a fusion of ultimate violence and beauty.

The Deviants were far inferior. They lacked hard exoskeletal armor, Inner Jaws, and blade-like tails. They leaned more toward drawing and absorbing energy, and when facing Xenomorphs clad in "armor," they could sometimes do nothing at all.

They had no choice but to desperately break the Xenomorphs' exoskeletons before they could absorb them with their flesh tendrils.

Every Xenomorph was a naturally armored war machine. Every line of its body was born to fight to the death. Absolute obedience, absolute coordination—they would not retreat, and they would not fear.

Whenever lightning tore through the darkness, countless eyes turned in this direction and saw the breathtaking scene.

Some Xenomorphs stood upright while others crawled, like a well-trained army. Silent as iron, they carried out their orders with cold precision. Every strike from any Xenomorph flashed with chilling ferocity, brutally tearing apart the Deviants before them.

Some unlucky Deviants found themselves under attack from several Xenomorphs at once. Hissing as they retreated, they tried to call for help from their companions. But by the time those companions broke away from their own opponents and rushed over, they had already been pounced on by several Xenomorphs. After wave upon wave of flesh-rending sounds, their bodies had been torn into countless pieces.

Regeneration? Their bodies had been ripped into several sections precisely to prevent them from regenerating.

Of course, against opponents on the Deviants' level, the Xenomorphs could not avoid casualties, especially the weakest Blood Xenomorphs. But even in death, they would use their last strength to tear open their own bodies and spray their blood, inflicting the greatest possible damage.

Deviants continuously tried to approach Duva's side, but the moment they made a move, they were always met with precise interception from the Xenomorphs.

With Duva maintaining a psychic link, there could naturally be no mistakes in the distribution of defenses. Every Xenomorph was an "eye" Duva could control.

This quiet, cold mode of combat deeply shocked everyone who witnessed it.

As far as the eye could see, there were only Xenomorphs with an intensely science-fictional appearance, burned deeply into their minds.

"Midgardian, are these warriors you recruited? What kind of species are they?" Even Thor was greatly drawn to these efficient, cold creatures.

To be fair, every type of Xenomorph except the Courier Xenomorph could walk upright on two legs. At a glance, anyone unaware of the truth might think they were an intelligent species with unusual appearances.

In truth, Xenomorphs did possess extremely high intelligence. They simply did not pursue a Technology Tree, instead taking the path of genetic evolution.

It was Thor's first time seeing a lifeform like the Xenomorphs.

"Xenomorphs. My Xenomorphs are working hard to kill these rude Deviants, though I'd rather capture them alive." Duva said.

Perhaps the close encounter with war had stirred Thor's innate desire for conquest and Destruction. His voice rose considerably. "No prisoners are needed. As long as they are confirmed enemies, crush them completely on the battlefield!"

After saying that, he looked again at the eye-catching Abomination Xenomorph. This kind of violent machine perfectly suited his tastes.

"That big fellow is strong. In my campaigns across countless worlds, I've encountered many who looked impressive but were useless. Clearly, he isn't one of them. You're very fortunate to have such a warrior following you. Has this species sworn loyalty to you?"

"Of course. But shouldn't you be picking up your hammer now, Thunder God?"

"As long as I want to, I can do it anytime."

Thor could barely wait to have a great battle and show these Midgardians the power of a god, especially before weapons born purely for combat like the Xenomorphs.

Smack! Thor tried to lift the hammer, but it did not move an inch.

"How can this be?!" Thor looked as though he had been struck by lightning. His face was full of disbelief as he tried again and again with all his strength. At last, he fell into despair and revealed a bitter smile.

"Is this your punishment for me, Father?"

The rain that had been gathering for so long suddenly fell, growing heavier and heavier until it became a torrential downpour, as though it were answering Thor.

Thor realized Odin had not been joking. He truly could only be a mortal now, never again possessing the mighty divine power to soar through the heavens and burrow through the earth.

Without power, what could he use to deal with these Deviants before him? "Don't worry about it." Duva patted Thor on the shoulder. "It's only because you aren't strong enough. But I can give you what you want, young Thor. Do you want power?"