Divine Power

Across the Nine Provinces, nine streaks of treasure light shot straight into the heavens, drawing thunderbolts and lightning down like rain.

All around the world, those who witnessed this scene through various means were filled with differing thoughts.

In the northern West, atop the crown of a colossal ash tree, a city was held aloft.

Inside the palace at the city's center, a burly, broad-waisted man in armor, standing over seven feet tall, watched the screen before him without expression.

From time to time, he stroked the Thunder Battle Axe at his side.

Beside him, a dwarf warrior with a protruding belly said in confusion, "The whole world is in turmoil now. This is the perfect time to divide up territory again.

Are the Chinese also preparing to create even more powerful weapons?"

"Voss, my brother, the Chinese are nothing but a flock of cowardly lambs.

They only use those useless horns to scare people, then bleat away. They have no fighting strength at all." The man seated at the head of the table sneered.

"Haimo, the Chinese aren't as weak as you imagi—" A woman with hair as smooth as rolling waves lightly furrowed her brows and spoke.

Before she could finish, however, the burly man cut her off. "Sif, you should call me Thor, or Thor the Thunder God!"

"..." Sif paused, then conceded. "Fine, Thor. Thor the Thunder God.

You are our leader now. You need to change this prejudice of yours.

Just look at how they performed before the gods descended, and you'll know the Chinese are not as weak as you imagine.

They are gradually baring their fangs. It was only the upheaval of the gods' descent that interrupted them and made them cautious again."

"By 'cautious,' you mean returning to their closed-door, isolationist state?"