Outside the Golden Palace, grim formations had already spread out, with colossal streamlined warships hovering silently.
Their bodies were dark gold and silver-white, with a faint blue radiance flowing across their hulls.
Their massive prows did not feature conventional rams, but concentrated cannon muzzles packed with terrifying energy. The energy reactions pulsing at their cores were no less potent than the cores of small stars.
Metal structures resembling the wings of divine birds unfolded along their sides, covered in honeycomb-like launch units filled with high-energy beams capable of tearing apart small celestial bodies.
These warships were as enormous as mountains. Even the smallest were several kilometers long, while the largest flagship resembled a moving city of steel. Simply lurking silently in the stars, it radiated a suffocating pressure.
Although Asgardians were accustomed to fighting with cold weapons, their technology was actually extremely advanced. The Bifrost was a prime example.
And beneath and around these steel behemoths, the traditional Asgardian legions had not been replaced.
Clad in armor, they were stationed in designated areas of the warships in units of hundreds or thousands, or piloted small assault craft that swarmed around the main fleet like bees.
Pegasus Knights clad in golden armor also soared through the sky, gripping lightning-wreathed spears.
Viewed from the stars, Asgard at this moment resembled an interstellar fortress armed to the teeth. Its killing intent had condensed almost into substance, making the surrounding starlight seem dim.
Time passed soundlessly amid the tense preparations for war.
Every minute and every second, Asgard's war machine carried out its final checks and charging procedures.
The Bifrost's control core was operating at full power, ready at any moment to launch an ultra-long-range strike.
Loki sat in command within the Golden Palace, controlling the overall situation.
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