Abaddon's Death!

Alvin left.

This was the Mirror Dimension. Only a Sling Ring from Kamar-Taj could get anyone out, so he wasn't worried that Abaddon could escape.

Besides, Thor was still here.

Thor's performance in other areas was admittedly rather concerning, but when it came to fighting, that was another matter entirely.

The God of Thunder of Asgard, the god of war in Norse mythology—he wasn't famous for nothing!

Abaddon? Please.

It wasn't that Alvin was looking down on him. Unless the Four Gods could break through the two layers of "boxes" blocking them and pour in their divine power directly, like Horus had back then, Abaddon would be lucky to have enough of his corpse left to bury. That would be Thor showing him mercy!

"No, don't—don't go!"

Lying in the ruins, Abaddon felt as if that hammer blow had crushed every bone in his body. His eyes bulged as he stared at Alvin, howling in anguish. "Don't—leave!"

Anyone who didn't know better might have thought Abaddon and Alvin were close.

In reality, Abaddon just didn't want to face that terrifying blond man alone.

He didn't understand!

That human called "Thor" showed no signs of biological modification, and he hadn't even had mechanical organs implanted, yet his strength was astonishing!

Never mind anything else—just that one hammer blow... Abaddon had seen his whole life flash before his eyes. He'd almost thought he was about to go see Horus!

Whoosh—!

Suddenly, the raging gale yanked Abaddon's drifting thoughts back to reality.

Thor spun Mjolnir, and a violent blast of wind roared around him. He was like a walking natural disaster, a tornado on legs. Bolts of lightning ripped through the air in dazzling streaks, unleashing a terrifying force!

"So, you're the Chaos Marshal?"

Thor grinned viciously and beckoned with a finger. "Come