Svartalfheim, Muspelheim, Alfheim, Chaos World, Chaos God System, Nidavellir, Niflheim, Frost Giants, Vanaheim

For a moment, Thor's side was filled with renewed morale.

This world-famous God King had actually said he only needed an hour to prove his sincerity. It was without a doubt the best news Thor had heard since the Twilight of the Gods began.

Everything Thor had been through lately had been one awful disaster after another!

His most beloved younger brother had finally gone mad, fallen into Chaos, and died alongside Heimdall.

His father, Odin, had fought the Chaos Devil Fenrir, only to be devoured just as the prophecy had foretold.

To be honest, before Lein had arrived just now, this half-god, half-wolf monster claiming to be Odin had been urging him to surrender to Chaos outright. Otherwise, Thor wouldn't even have been able to buy this little bit of time.

Thor simply couldn't believe that an Odin who had personally killed his son Vidar was still the same kindly, dignified, and, at times, unreasonable God King he remembered as his father.

The prophecy of the Twilight of the Gods had already fallen apart.

Even though Thor had taken it upon himself to give the Eternal Flame to Surtr to strengthen him, so he could destroy Niflheim, which had become a Chaos Devil's nest, the gap in their strength had only grown more and more lopsided as the battle went on.

Just as the odds had turned terribly against them and Thor was preparing to fight to the death, Achilles suddenly arrived.

How could Thor not be overjoyed!?

He shouted to his two temporary allies, one of ice and one of fire, "Surtr, Laufey! Can you hold out for an hour?"

Laufey snorted. The freezing breath pouring from his nose and mouth nearly turned Thor into an ice sculpture. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

Surtr, standing beside