Loren guessed that he probably couldn't lift Mjolnir either, and the reason he had looked so confident just now was simply to tease his five lovely wives.
It was just that he never expected that not only could he not lift Mjolnir, but this damned broken hammer actually wanted to summon lightning to strike him.
That was going too far, simply too far!
Even though his heart indeed wasn't very pure, he wasn't at the point where he needed to be cleansed by a heavenly tribulation, right?
He was just lustful, so what? Was being lustful a violation of heavenly law?
Right as the thunder crashed down, a magic barrier suddenly appeared out of thin air above his head, forcefully blocking this bolt of lightning.
This was precisely the passive skill of the Magic Ring given to him by The Ancient One, capable of triggering a magic barrier in times of crisis.
Although its strength was ordinary, it was still no problem to withstand a single bolt of lightning.
Looking at the timely magic barrier, Loren felt secretly happy.
As expected of wool plucked from the Sorcerer Supreme, it was truly great—he had made a huge profit!
Thinking this, he hurriedly let go of Mjolnir, then pointed at Mjolnir and cursed fiercely.
"You dog of a hammer, I have no grudge or enmity with you, yet you actually wanted to electrocute me.
You wait, when someone smashes you into little bits, I'll turn you into a urinal.
By then, I'll pee on you every day to avenge today's lightning grudge."
Speaking of peeing, Loren was so angry that he wanted to directly unzip his pants and pour a spring of life onto Mjolnir.
However, before he could start pouring, Commander Sister on the side hurriedly stopped him.
"Boss, you're out