Thanos Chickened Out?

The empty main hall plunged back into dimness.

Thanos slowly leaned back against the shattered throne, his body once again sinking into the shadows.

The hard bones on Earth could not be chewed through for now.

Yet he knew the whereabouts of the two other Infinity Stones.

As long as he got his hands on them first and accumulated enough mighty power, a mere Earth sorcerer would ultimately have no choice but to submit!

Earth.

The coastline of Norway.

Ren was comfortably playing the part of a black-hearted taskmaster.

In the pockmarked ruins ahead, Thor and Loki were sticking their butts out and working like mad beasts of burden.

Not only did they have to grind away the purple crystal residue scattered all over the ground bit by bit, but they also had to completely destroy the foul-smelling white bone slag.

Actually, Ren's own state was not looking too great right now either.

Illusions of Ikonn was practically a water pump, and over a hundred full-strength clones had directly drained his mana bar completely dry.

His body felt a little weak right now.

Yet he could not just leave the scene abandoned like this.

The residual energy radiation of the Power Stone was lethal poison to ordinary humans on Earth.

It was just right to catch two gods as free labor; it would be a waste not to use them.

What people found strange was that Thor, who usually had a violent temper, was working with unusual diligence today, not daring to let out even a single fart the entire time.

Ren knew very well in his heart.

This big clumsy fool had been scared out of his wits.

Hela was such a ruthless character who could crush the core of the Death Star and Mjolnir with a single