A wise man knew when to yield.
Clearly, All-Black the Necrosword understood that principle too.
Yang Bo nodded in satisfaction. All-Black the Necrosword was a truly legendary sword in the Marvel Universe.
In the comics, Gorr had used All-Black the Necrosword to easily hold off three incarnations of Thor from the past, present, and future.
He put the sword into his inventory. Although All-Black the Necrosword was intelligent, in Minecraft's eyes, it was merely a sword-a slightly unusual sword, nothing more.
Thor had recovered by then and struggled to his feet.
He desperately wanted to spend some intimate time with Jane, find out exactly what had happened, and ask how she had been doing lately.
But with his people, Yang Bo, Hela, and the angels around, he had no choice but to set romance aside for now.
With some difficulty, he walked over to Yang Bo and solemnly performed an Asgardian gesture of gratitude.
"Thank you, Yang Bo."
"I haven't heard anything about you in ages. What brings you here this time?"
Looking at the muscular Thor, Yang Bo smiled. "Don't mention it. It really has been a while."
"I remember cheese was still flowing through your veins the last time I came here. I didn't expect you to be back in shape this time."
During his last visit, Thor had been dressed like a slob, sporting an enormous beer belly.
Thor gave an embarrassed smile. "I was drinking a bit too much beer back then."
"Haha, I've come because I need your help with something."
After a couple of laughs, Yang Bo got down to business. "I saw your future. Without my involvement, Gorr would have abducted Asgard's children and lured you into rescuing them."
"But there's no need to worry now. Gorr is already dead."
"And on your