"First ten days, then another twenty days—I haven't had a drink for a whole damn month!!!"
The moment Thor understood the news Tyr had gathered, he immediately swung the hammer in his hand.
"What do you take me for? Damn it, I've been preparing for battle here, waiting here for an entire month!
Where are the enemies you promised? How exactly did you gather intelligence? They still haven't invaded. If they don't invade for ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, am I supposed to wait here for a thousand years?!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Thor, furious beyond measure, grabbed Mjolnir and flew away.
The moment he left, Odin's expression turned especially ugly, but he ultimately did not stop him.
Why?
Because he had no reason to stop him.
More importantly, he knew that among the tens of billions of beings still standing near the Lake of the Nine Realms in Asgard—
Nearly all of them felt much the same way as Thor!
Looking at Thor's receding figure, then at the vast, dark mass of warriors and Einherjar from every race below him, too distant to make out clearly—
Odin let out a powerless sigh.
He habitually raised his right hand, his palm closing around empty air.
That single motion made Odin freeze. He had forgotten that Heisenberg had taken his spear. He had grabbed nothing!
Beside him, Baldr struggled to hold it in. He no longer had an immortal body, so he absolutely could not laugh, or Odin might beat him to death!
"Pfft!"
To hell with it if he got beaten to death. Damn it, he couldn't hold it in!
Baldr burst out laughing with a pfft, utterly unable to restrain himself.
Then, while laughing, he hurriedly flew away from the seats reserved for the