Desperate Counterattack - Calling for Divine Light

The Poison Dragon eagerly chased after them, tearing into everything in its path. Each time, it scooped up every Japanese soldier aboard a Landing Craft, dead or alive, and gobbled them down with relish.

There was no other choice.

A Japanese officer bellowed, "Fire!"

Every Japanese soldier raised their submachine guns—among them, the small number of Type 100 submachine guns issued to the Imperial Japanese Marines—and their Arisaka Type 38 rifles, firing desperately at the Poison Dragon.

The Poison Dragon's injuries rapidly worsened.

But it didn't care. There were plenty of people and corpses here for it to gorge itself on, enough to quickly recover from its injuries.

And so the waters off the coast of this uncharted island became a killing ground.

Blood quickly stained the beautiful emerald-green sea red.

Thor was having a hard time in his aerial battle with the fighter planes.

His lightning could shoot down Japanese fighters, but under the Japanese air force's concentrated fire, he was taking more and more damage.

The Japanese pilots were veterans who had completed the attack on Pearl Harbor and had not suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Midway. Their skills and morale were still at their peak. Their shots at Thor were not only accurate but relentless. Thor was furious.

One side had the invincible God of Thunder, dominating the skies; the other had superior numbers and superb skill. The whole sky was filled with thunder and lightning, bullets streaking through the air, and ferocious fighting.

Thor was having a blast.

It wasn't until he spotted a group of planes carrying bombs, flying toward the island that he realized things were going badly!

Thor hurled Mjolnir with all his might!

The rapidly spinning hammer streaked through the bomber formation at high speed!

Mjolnir smashed the propellers and