Odin, as usual, gave the warriors a brief pre-battle speech.
It was very brief, and not particularly stirring.
It was not that he did not take the war seriously. Though Asgard had not fought a large-scale battle in a long time, small-scale conflicts occurred almost every day.
Conflict never ceased throughout the Nine Realms, except on the three planets of Midgard, Jotunheim, and Nidavellir.
Everywhere else in the Nine Realms, battles were fought almost daily.
Asgardian warriors did not lack combat experience. The one who truly attached the greatest importance to this battle was Odin himself.
It had been far too long since he had personally taken action.
Especially since his opponent in this battle was his youngest son.
The adopted child he did not like, yet still cared for all the same!
With that thought, Odin mounted his celestial steed and flew into the flagship belonging to himself and the commanders.
Asgard was not purely martial. Their technology was equally advanced, especially their technological application of rune magic and light-energy technology, which could be considered the finest in the universe.
After all, no other empire had chosen this branch of the technology tree.
Once inside the flagship, Odin entered the command room and looked through the porthole at the vast fleet ahead.
Asgardian light attack craft generally required only two to seven people to operate.
At the same time, every three attack craft formed a combat unit, with each unit assigned at least one Berserker to ensure their ground combat strength.
One could imagine how many craft and medium warships were cruising through Asgard's skies alongside the more than two hundred thousand Asgardian warriors, aside from the logistics personnel assigned to the flagship.
The sight was truly magnificent.
Just then, Sif, standing not far from Odin, saluted him and