Warriors of Asgard

A few minutes later.

Seven thousand five hundred spaceships suddenly appeared around the battlefield.

A barrage of lasers fired at the Asgardian warships.

At the same time, hatches opened to release more interstellar behemoths, with the Black Order close behind.

The arrival of the Black Order immediately eased the pressure on the front lines of Thanos's fleet.

Thanos had been considering joining the fight himself, but he abandoned the idea.

The Asgardian warriors were powerful and outnumbered his forces, but at this rate, with their warships lost, they would eventually be wiped out.

Aboard his flagship, Odin surveyed the battlefield through a projection and quickly saw how fast his warriors were dying.

Even a man as hard-hearted as he was felt the loss.

After all, the Asgardians reproduced slowly.

An ordinary Asgardian could have at most one child a year. That child needed thirty years to grow up, then at least another ten to become a qualified warrior.

In other words, it took forty years to raise a single qualified warrior.

More accomplished warriors, such as the Warriors Three, took over a century to train.

As for those of royal blood, it was even worse.

Just look at his son. Thor was already three hundred years old and still acted like a child.

So however cold-blooded Odin might be, he had to prevent his warriors from dying for the sake of Asgard's rule.

With that in mind, he gripped Gungnir and flew out of the flagship. A brilliant beam erupted from the divine weapon.

The energy blast traveled almost as fast as light. Within seconds, it crossed more than a million kilometers and struck the enemy fleet.

The escort ships at the front of Thanos's fleet raised their shields.

But powerful as their energy shields were, they could not stop Odin, a Skyfather-level being.

In the next instant, Odin's blast pierced an escort ship's energy shield, and the ship burst into flames.

No one could hear the booming explosion, but the sight was enough for them to imagine it.

Odin immediately shifted his aim to the next escort ship.

In just half a minute, he destroyed more than a dozen of them, until a large escort ship finally stopped his attack.

Odin gritted his teeth and poured in more power.

The beam shooting from Gungnir swelled from half a meter wide to a full meter.

Unable to withstand that much energy, the large escort ship became a blossom of fire.

Clearly, even a large escort ship could not withstand the full power of a Skyfather-level being.

Just as Odin prepared to press his attack, a purple figure moved into the blast's path, spinning the weapon in his hands.

The energy struck the weapon and scattered like water against a boulder before vanishing into space.

Odin's pupils contracted.

He knew he had met his match.

"Who are you?"

Of course, sound could not travel through space, but at their level, they could all but ignore such rules.

As he finished speaking, Odin stopped firing.

Thanos stopped spinning the Tyrant's Blade and said evenly, "I am Thanos."

Odin's expression changed at the name.

Though the Milky Way had closed itself off, Odin still held a seat on the Council of Gods. Through gods of other factions, he could keep up with news from across the universe.

And over the past few centuries, no one had made bigger news than Thanos.

The man was ruthless and powerful.

His tyrannical rule had left his people in misery, without a shred of freedom.

Odin had once mocked the gods of the Panlong Galaxy for failing to deal with a single Eternal. He had never expected that Eternal to come all the way to his own galaxy.

"Thanos, withdraw now. I'll let this go and allow you to leave."

Thanos gave him a faint, mocking smile. "Allow me to leave? What makes you think you can?"

Odin's face darkened.

Damn him. He would learn what it meant to face a god's wrath.

But before Odin could speak, Thor, who had been enjoying the slaughter in the distance, took offense.

Brandishing Mjolnir, he snapped, "Mortal, how dare you speak to the king of the gods like that? You must have a death wish."

As a prince of Asgard, Thor was treated like an honored ancestor by every race he visited. All of them feared displeasing him.

Over time, he had come to believe he was above everyone else and saw other races as mere insects.

Now one of those insects dared speak to his father that way. How could he not be furious?

Thor was about to charge forward, but the Warriors Three moved faster.

"Purple Big Guy, apologize to our God King, or we'll kill you!"

"That's right. Kneel and apologize, and if we're in a good mood, we might spare you."

"Purple Potato, don't push your luck. We're the famous Warriors Three of Asgard."

Thanos ignored the three warriors and looked at Odin.

In his eyes, the only opponent worth his attention was that old man with one foot in the grave. The others were beneath his notice.

Being ignored only made the Warriors Three angrier, and they decided to teach him a lesson themselves.

They soon flew up to Thanos, gripped their weapons, and attacked.

Odin narrowed his eyes but made no move to stop them.

Clearly, he intended to use the three warriors to test Thanos's strength.

The Warriors Three were Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg.

Fandral was the strongest. He was a blond, blue-eyed man who wielded a longsword.

Volstagg was a little weaker: a heavyset man over two meters tall who wielded a massive double-headed axe.

Hogun was the weakest of the three and was not an Asgardian, but he knew some mysterious magic. His weapon was a mace.

All three had reached Planetary Level and ranked among Asgard's second tier. No wonder they were so arrogant.