Thanos Arrives

A while later, Thanos returned to Sanctuary II.

Through a projection in the void, he saw that the Dark Executor had found a place suspected to be the Asgard Continent.

It was a continent floating in the cosmic Vacuum.

Yes, a continent, not a Planet.

Such a wonder could not have formed naturally in the universe. It could only have been artificially created.

No wonder the Dark Executor had concluded that this was the Asgard Continent.

Thanos immediately dispatched ten reconnaissance ships to investigate.

A week later.

Thanks to their exceptional speed, the reconnaissance ships reached their destination ten thousand light-years away.

From the images transmitted by the reconnaissance ships, Thanos could see the marvels of this continent.

Its terrain was flat, with not even a core. It was impossible to tell how its gravity was formed.

It even had four seasons, rising and falling tides, and so on. It looked almost exactly like a normal Planet.

However, as the detailed data came in, Thanos also discovered the ways this continent differed from a Planet.

An energy shield covered the entire continent in place of an atmosphere, and there was no gravity above it.

At this moment, more than fifteen thousand Spaceships were stationed above the continent, though most of them were small vessels.

Thanos was shocked by what he saw.

He had not expected Odin's war potential to be so strong. Even after losing so many Spaceships, Odin had still managed to raise such a large force.

If the Asgardians were given time, they could probably produce even more space warships.

No, he had to take down Odin as soon as possible. Otherwise, the Asgardians' war potential would far surpass his own.

With that thought, Thanos immediately ordered Sanctuary II to set out and sent the Black Order ahead as the vanguard.

Another week passed.

Beside a lake on the Asgard Continent.

Thor wore a suit of silver-white armor and gripped the newly repaired Mjolnir, swinging it again and again.

After lying in a sickbed for ten days, he had finally survived.

Although it had greatly drained his mother's magic power, he had recovered completely.

The first thing he did after recovering was rush out to train himself.

In the past, that would have been nearly impossible.

Before this, he had either been drinking or suppressing rebellions.

As for training, that had been out of the question.

Thanks to the Asgardian Royal Family's bloodline, he did not even need to train. Once he reached adulthood, he would possess the strength of a Sub-Skyfather.

Such easily obtained power had made him utterly indifferent to strength, and he had spent his days eating, drinking, and waiting to die.

That was also why he had never used his brain before acting.

There had never been any need for him to use it.

But ever since his battle with Thanos, he had deeply understood that no matter how powerful his parents were, they could not protect him for the rest of his life.

A man still had to strive to become strong on his own.

By now, he had trained for four days.

As he swung Mjolnir again and again, it let out a "whoosh... whoosh..." sound.

The lake before him was repeatedly split apart, returned to calm, and then split apart again.

After a while, he lowered Mjolnir, panting heavily, and shook his head.

"This won't do. Training like this has no effect at all."

The Asgardian Royal Family's bloodline had given him a higher starting point and immense strength.

But now, it had become a shackle, making it difficult for him to break through his bottleneck.

Everything in the world was fair. A powerful bloodline could sometimes also represent shackles.

Just then, the distant temple suddenly rang with the sound of "Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

Thor's expression changed, and he immediately flew toward the temple.

Under normal circumstances, the temple bells would not ring. They were only sounded during matters of utmost importance.

Sure enough, when he arrived, he immediately saw his father on the throne, his expression grave.

A while later, the temple was packed with people. Some councilors even flew into the air to claim a spot.

At that moment, Odin, seated upon the divine throne, rose to his feet and tapped the ground with Gungnir.

Two "Thud, thud..." sounds echoed in everyone's ears.

The hall immediately fell silent.

Odin nodded in satisfaction and said, "According to Heimdall's latest intelligence, the enemy is flying toward us and will arrive in about a day. I now declare that Asgard has entered a state of emergency.

First, close all Portals and forbid all spacecraft from leaving.

Second, all supplies are to be prioritized for war.

Third, everyone above the age of fifteen will automatically enter the reserve army and obey the Supreme Command—namely, my orders!"

Upon hearing this, the gods immediately began discussing it among themselves.

"Damn Thanos! We will strike him a crushing blow!"

"That's right! Long live Asgard! Asgard will be victorious!"

"Under the God King's leadership, we will kill every enemy who comes!"

"We swear to defend Asgard to the death! We swear to defend our homeland to the death!"

Below, Thor watched his father continuously issue orders, and a sense of yearning suddenly arose in his heart.

Compared to constantly suppressing rebellions and killing day after day, sitting on the divine throne and giving orders seemed more satisfying and more powerful.

That was where a man belonged.

Unfortunately, barring any accidents, his father probably still had several hundred years left to live.