"Malekith destroyed my home and left my father's whereabouts unknown. I'm going to kill him, no matter what. Do we really have to fall out over this?"
Thor's expression grew steadily darker. Even after Mercer blocked him, lightning still blazed around him, ready to strike at any moment.
"My decision is firm. Whether we fall out depends on you. I've already helped you resolve this. Taking them away was my decision," Mercer said calmly.
Ultimately, he had never become friends with Asgard or anything of the sort.
The first time he met Loki, Loki had been leading his army to attack him.
Strictly speaking, Mercer could also be counted among those who had invaded Asgard.
Thor stared straight at Mercer, the lightning on his hammer undiminished.
Mercer did not play any staring games with him. He turned and waved his hand, and all the surviving Dark Elves vanished, including Malekith.
Mercer absorbed every corpse on the ground with the blacklight virus, whether they belonged to the Asgardian Warriors or the Dark Elves.
"You! Those were our Asgardian Warriors! We have to recover their remains!"
Thor's eyes widened at what Mercer had done.
"Unfortunately, I need these bodies to grow stronger. Consider them compensation for the time Loki brought people to kill me, even if he didn't succeed."
Mercer smiled and continued.
"Oh, and if you want to spar with me, stop stirring up trouble on Earth at every opportunity. It's just one planet. Why keep going there? Do you think fighting in front of other people makes you look impressive?"
After this incident, Mercer and Asgard were bound to have bad blood between them, but he was not afraid in the slightest.
He knew how Asgard ended. Unless something unexpected happened, Asgard would likely face Ragnarok, the event that would