Before the gates of Asgard, the heavy frost could not bring Loki the slightest chill.
But the occasional looks cast his way by the Asgardian warriors fighting the Chitauri made Loki feel cold to the bone.
"Yeah, nobody cares why I did this. They only hate that I did it. Perfectly reasonable."
Loki narrated to himself as he smiled and shook his head.
"When the outcome is bad enough, who cares about the process that led me there?"
As he spoke, he looked diagonally to the side, where rainbow light was descending.
When the light faded, Odin himself returned to the kingdom he had ruled for over five thousand years, accompanied by thirty-six Berserker guards!
He first gave his younger son a cold glance, then turned and looked toward the Chitauri ravaging the distant city district.
He raised his right hand and pointed toward the city.
"Leave none alive!"
"Yes!"
The Berserkers instantly charged forward, plunging into the Chitauri ranks in the blink of an eye.
Back in ancient times, Asgard's Berserker Legion had been a top-tier force, as famous as the Valkyrie Legion and the Legion of the Dead.
And after Hela wiped out the Valkyrie Legion and took away the Spirit Legion as well...
The Berserkers naturally became Asgard's most elite legion!
Every Berserker was a military officer with illustrious achievements.
Even the ancestors of Thor's friends, people like Fandral, had begun as Berserkers, earning divine positions through accumulated military merit.
Only then did their descendants have the qualifications to drink and make merry with the sons of the King of Gods!
And Asgard's current Legion Commanders had all risen from the Berserkers as well.
That showed just how formidable the Berserkers truly were!
The ordinary Chitauri soldiers were like chickens and dogs before them, scattered in all