Contemptible Thor the God of Thunder, Berserker in the Crimson Believer Legion

Cass Soren, Inquisitor and head of White Mist Sector 23, looked silently at the crater blasted open not far ahead.

Thor the God of Thunder lay flat on his back at the bottom of the crater, sleeping quite peacefully.

Swinging his sword to chop a nearby Skeleton Warrior into two halves, Cass could not help cursing, Damn, is this Thor the God of Thunder fucking messing with me?!

Does he even have the gall to recklessly volunteer as our top combat power with this kind of level?!

I could fucking do better than this myself!

Shit!

He turned and shouted toward his two Inquisitor subordinates not far away: "Yuri! Gibson! You two come over here and hurry up and take this idiot to the base safe zone!"

*Be quick about it, speed it up! Don't let him fucking die on the way and cause another diplomatic incident!"

"Coming, Boss!" Yuri and Gibson answered hastily. They jogged over to the edge of the crater and leaped down.

The two of them grabbed Soren by the arms, one on each side, intending to lift him up.

Yet they tried several times, but Soren seemed welded to the bottom of the crater, completely and utterly immovable.

Yuri raised his head helplessly and complained, "Boss! This guy is way too heavy, we can't lift him at all!"

"Shit! Did you two not eat anything?!" Cass raised a kick and shattered an incoming Skeleton Swordsman, then cursed as he walked over to the edge of the pit.

He said with utmost disgust: "Let go of him, I'll do it myself!"

Yuri and Gibson got up and stepped back.

Cass jumped down, grabbed Soren's shoulders, and gave a heavy heave.

Huh?!?! This guy's not right?!

This weight is heavier than a fucking mountain!

Gibson's eyes rolled