The combat boots crunched against the ground, crushing something beneath them, as a figure holding a golden weapon emerged from the opening.
The cave was pitch-black, gloomier than the darkest night, as though all light had been instantly swallowed up. It did not even reach the spot where his feet first landed.
The air was thick with the rotten, cloying stench of blood. Monark did not understand it, because every time he entered the sewers, he used magic to block his sense of smell. So this time, what he smelled was not excrement, but blood mixed with the scent of internal organs.
The cave was not deep, less than a hundred meters at most. Its floor was uneven, while irregular protrusions jutted from the surrounding rock walls. Black pillars, like tree trunks, supported the ceiling, appearing only as vague shadows.
Naturally, everything appeared blood-red through Deathstroke's eyepiece.
"Cough! Gorr? Honey, are you home?!"
Su Ming strode deeper into the cave as he called out to test the waters. Gorr had fought Thor centuries ago and could understand Old Norse and Old Slavic.
It was just that the word "honey" was not particularly easy to translate.
Su Ming had not been in this world centuries ago, so there could be no Butterfly Effect. Therefore, the one who fought Thor back then had undoubtedly been Gorr the God Butcher. But the enemy Thor had descended to Earth to pursue now might not necessarily be him.
Still, it did not matter. Better to kill one by mistake than let one slip away.
Come to think of it, killing every Asgardian god really was another way to prevent Ragnarök. It just would not be good for this world.
Ragnarök repeatedly restarted the existence of the gods of Asgard, using the energy released after their