The Imperial Guard did not know who Magni and Modi were. To them, they were merely two drunken Asgardians. Yet they still sensed something unusual and reported it to the Emperor. Gene Alchemy granted the Imperial Guard the physical strength humanity could attain through natural evolution, and with the mechanical servos within their Power Armor and the neural synapse links connected to it, they could crush an infantry fighting vehicle's armor plating with their bare hands.
Yet these two fat, brawny men lying on the ground snoring had each taken a punch from Hammurabi. Apart from comminuted fractures to their cheekbones and jaws, they seemed not to have suffered much injury. Other unlucky people who had endured the same treatment either had their faces reduced to a mixture of flesh and bone fragments before going into complete shock from pain and blood loss, or had gradually begun their journey toward the underworld beneath those dreadful blows. Hammurabi was certain that the two least injured men had never undergone genetic modification. Otherwise, they could never have possessed such unhealthy physiques. The fat around their bellies was almost comparable to that of Arctic Seals, while the animal skins draped over them showed that their civilization did not need fat to ward off the cold.
Lorelei seemed amused by Hammurabi's stiff wording.
"Using fat to resist the cold sounds like a description of beasts." She giggled, raising a hand to cover her mouth as though she were a noblewoman attending a high-society gathering. Though the area was filled with the nauseating stench of sweaty feet, sweat, blood, and all manner of other odors, and everything in sight was covered in dust and mud, Lorelei still carried herself like an elegant lady in a gown and high heels. The seductive charm in her eyes