From the moment it left his hand to his verbal warning, there had been no time for anyone to react. With a hum through the air, the enormous totem pole, three or four meters long and over a meter thick, struck Baldr squarely in the abdomen.
Deathstroke had put some force into it, probably less than a hundred tons. Baldr was sent flying as if struck by a battering ram, smashing into a building in the city and kicking up a cloud of dust and shattered stone.
In Asgard, Baldr had no weakness except Mistletoe, but that did not mean he could ignore the laws of physics. When struck by immense force, Ft = Δmv.
This wave? This was Classical Mechanics, commonly known as "if you get hit, you fly."
Watching him emerge unscathed from the ruins, his face full of bewilderment as though he had no idea what had just happened, Su Ming merely laughed to himself.
Jörmungandr was constantly tightening around Asgard, the continent floating in the void. As the ground shook violently, cracking sounds could also be heard from the distant sky, echoing through the darkness like fine scales scraping against rock, harsh and piercing.
The true Serpent had not even appeared yet. Was Jörmungandr already impossible to handle?
According to the prophecy, killing Jörmungandr required the life of one of Odin's sons. Did that mean sending Thor, who was supporting the queen not far away—
Hela covertly cast Deathstroke an inquiring look. Did he need her to order Tyr to bring Hodr's soul here?
Hodr, the God of Darkness and Baldr's younger brother, had been killed by Odin as an outlet for his anger. He obviously could not enter the Hall of Heroes, and his blind soul had remained in Hela's Underworld ever since his death.