"Are you a transmigrator?"
Thor stared at the Destroyer Armor in surprise. He wasn't the same Thor he'd been before. Now he knew what transmigrators were—the strange sort who transmigrated into trees, stones, insects, and all kinds of other things.
Essentially, a transmigrator was a soul from another universe that entered a body in a different universe. Even in the Marvel universe, any mage who studied souls could accomplish something like that.
"Transmigrator? No, I'm not a transmigrator. I am the Destroyer Armor, the king of Asgard! The great Kind Father, the supreme and highest heaven, bestowed life upon me! He made me more than a suit of armor—he made me a living being!"
At the Destroyer Armor's words, Thor shook his head. Meanwhile, the Asgardians fleeing the battle discovered they couldn't escape. The space around Asgard had been sealed off, and even the Bifrost couldn't force a teleportation through it.
"Wc!!! Wc!!!!"
Hearing the Destroyer Armor's words, Thor instinctively backed away.
"Kind Father! Damn! No wonder you came to life!"
Thor stared at the Destroyer Armor in shock. Of course he knew about the Warp and the Four Gods. That was exactly why he was so stunned—and why he felt incredibly lucky. He hadn't coveted power and reached out to connect to the Warp, which was so close it seemed he could touch it with a mere thought. Otherwise, he couldn't even imagine what would have happened!
"Hela, stop. Let's kill this monster blessed by an evil god first!"
Thor spoke to Hela, then casually beckoned. The spinning top that had been forming a storm turned into a streak of light and landed in his hand.
Nearby, Hela looked at Thor and the Destroyer Armor, utterly baffled. She couldn't understand what the two of them were talking about—what "man"