After arriving in Denver, Heisenberg looked around and determined the direction of the Asgardian army.
After all, he was not Heimdall. He could not see Earth directly from Asgard, so he could only position the Bifrost in Denver.
Fortunately, it was not far—just over ten kilometers. The moment Heisenberg activated his field, he arrived at Sherlock Lake in the blink of an eye.
When he landed, the Asgardian warriors had only struck their breastplates three times.
At the sight of Heisenberg, countless Asgardian warriors immediately sucked in a cold breath.
Good thing they had moved quickly. Otherwise, if they had failed to rise in time, would that not have been disrespectful to His Majesty?
If Odin had come, the warriors would not have taken things so seriously. They had followed Odin for over a thousand years and knew his temperament well.
But now that the throne had changed hands, the warriors had to be more careful...
"Welcome, Your Majesty!!!"
The Asgardian warriors suddenly roared in unison. Then they raised their weapons and cheered wildly for Heisenberg!
Watching Heisenberg stand before countless golden-armored warriors and receive their praise, Bullseye licked his lips enviously.
A real man should be like this!
But looking at the way Boss floated, then thinking of Boss's terrifying power...
A real man should be like this, but I really can't replace him...
Bullseye immediately grew depressed. Riding the buzz from his alcohol, he raised his wineglass high amid the cheers of countless Asgardians!
"To Boss, cheers!!!"
"Woohoo, to His Majesty, cheers!"
"To Earth, cheers!"
"Long live Hydra!!!"
The Asgardians did not understand what Hydra meant. Only a few dozen Legion Commanders had heard Hill's stories.
Thus, fewer than two hundred Earthlings in the crowd turned to look at the man who had shouted Hydra.