Outside Greenwood Village, Denver City, in nearby Sherlock Park.
The temporary tents erected by the Asgardian legions were arranged around the lake.
Over the past three days, the Asgardians, piloting all manner of small fighter craft, had hunted down and killed more than two million Chitauri soldiers.
By now, Sigmund could more or less confirm that there were not many living Chitauri left on Earth!
By Asgardian custom, Sigmund should have sent most of the soldiers back to Asgard.
Leaving only two or three Legion Commanders temporarily stationed in Denver City to slowly wipe out the roughly fifty thousand Chitauri hiding across the United States.
But because of Heisenberg's earlier orders, Sigmund could not return just yet. Once tonight was over, they would gather the entire army and head for New York!
And so, having ended the war, the Asgardians immediately threw a joyous party in Denver City.
Using the tents and bonfires they had set up not long ago, accompanied by the hard liquor and tobacco the legions had gathered from across the United States while searching for Chitauri.
This battered and scarred Denver City, along with the rest of the world, finally witnessed the happiest side of the Asgardians!
Countless long, traditional divine walnut tables had been set up throughout the park, piled high with every kind of food.
Most of it was combat provisions and liquor prepared by the Asgardians themselves, such as Asgardian cheese and roasted meat from all kinds of beasts of the Nine Realms.
But there was plenty of Earth food as well.
Just like that bald Centurion whom Heisenberg had encouraged before, any Asgardian interested in Earth specialties had made off with a tremendous haul.
At that moment, Thor was guzzling wine while boasting nonsense to the warriors beside him.
He held up