The eerie blue light in the space suddenly dissipated, and the distorted interstellar teleportation fluctuations completely subsided.
The moment his feet firmly touched the solid, smooth ground of the Asgard, Rimuru froze in place, his eyes instantly filled with the ultimate brilliance and magnificence.
Suspended in the boundless, dark depths of the universe, Asgard shines like an Eternity radiant golden star, floating alone among the stars, forming its own magnificent world.
The entire Asgard is a majestic and continuous mountain range, with palaces and buildings in the style of Norse mythology scattered above the clouds. The buildings are covered with gilded roofs, and the sunlight shines on the golden buildings, reflecting a dazzling but not glaring soft light. They are solemn, magnificent and have a sacred heritage that transcends eternity.
Rimuru couldn't help but sigh inwardly, admitting that the Asgardians ' aesthetic sense was truly exceptional, a top-tier, divine aesthetic.
Although the entire Asgard is bathed in gold, giving it a somewhat gaudy feel, it perfectly captures the majesty of the gods and the charm of ancient civilization. Among the Nine Realms, it can be described as a unique and breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Loki, who was bound and silent to the side, caught a glimpse of Rimuru's shocked and astonished expression out of the corner of his eye, and a sense of superiority welled up inside him for no apparent reason.
Look at this country bumpkin's appearance. Even a powerful expert with terrifying combat strength who can crush everyone else would be stunned and speechless upon first seeing the Asgard scenery of Asgard.
This is Asgard, the most supreme Asgard among the Nine Realms, whose innate nobility and brilliance are unmatched by any person or race.
Loki slightly raised his chin, his eyes filled with a hint of smugness. Even though he was imprisoned, he couldn't help but secretly show off.
Rimuru in this smug look on his face.
Rimuru immediately laughed, not tolerating him at all, and raised his hand to slap Loki's pert buttocks with precision, the crisp sound quietly echoing in the quiet temple square.
"No, what are you trying to prove with me, acting all high and mighty?"
Rimuru's tone was full of mockery, hitting the nail on the head.
"In the end, you're just a descendant of Frost Giants, Asgard prince who joined halfway through his career, a complete outsider, and you're trying to show off your sense of belonging to Asgard to me?"
That one sentence, coupled with the sudden slap, instantly broke Loki's guard.
He froze instantly, his ears turning red with anger, his eyes surging with extreme rage and frustration, his cheeks puffed out, his anger finding no outlet. But his mouth was tightly gagged, his throat sealed, unable to utter a single word, only able to let out muffled whimpers, a perfect picture of someone with nowhere to vent their anger and nowhere to exact revenge.
Seeing Loki's embarrassed look of disliking him but being unable to do anything about it, Rimuru instantly felt a sense of satisfaction and amusement.
Hmm~ It's getting closer.
He couldn't help but silently assess the feel of it in his mind. To be honest, Loki's buttocks did feel pretty good, firm and well-proportioned.
However, in comparison, Captain America, who has been working out for years and has a perfect physique, is still superior, and the difference is quite obvious.
Loki was trembling with rage, wishing he could fight this man on the spot, but he was completely restrained and could only endure this taunting, feeling extremely frustrated.
Thor was already used to this, shook his head helplessly, and simply ignored the two's little squabble, leading them straight into the depths of the temple.
As expected, Loki was taken away by the temple guards and imprisoned in a special cell the moment he arrived in Asgard.
After dealing with his troublemaking brother, Asgard briefly returned to peace.
Moments later, All-Father Odin, issued a decree that resounded throughout the hall, summoning Rimuru, who had traveled from afar.
The majestic and solemn Golden Palace is vast and empty, with its dome soaring into the clouds. Ancient runes entwine the pillars, and ancient divine power permeates the entire space.
This was the first time Rimuru had ever seen Odin, a top-tier god of the highest order, in person.
The anticipated sense of oppression, suffocation, and tension were completely absent.
Even when facing this god-king who has ruled Asgard for eternity and governs the Nine Realms, Rimuru remained calm and relaxed, without the slightest bit of restraint or trepidation.
He strode confidently into the main hall, his posture upright and poised.
The moment these people entered, before Odin could even ask any questions, Thor, bursting with enthusiasm, couldn't contain himself and launched into a barrage of praise.
He spoke at lightning speed, rambling on and on like a stand-up comedian, praising Rimuru's achievements to the skies.
"Father! This is Rimuru! Back in New Mexico, it was he who helped me defeat the powerful Destroyer Armor and regain my divine power! In this Battle of New York, it was entirely thanks to your great assistance! His mechanical legion was invincible, the giant white machines possessing immense power, single-handedly pushing aside the Chitauri invading army, destroying the space fortress, and completely ending the interstellar invasion! Moreover, your own foundation is unfathomable, and your combat power is extraordinary; you are truly a powerful figure who turned the tide of the battle."
Thor became more and more excited as he spoke, praising Rimuru in every sentence and word, wishing he could exaggerate him to be the strongest warrior of the Nine Realms.
Rimuru, standing to the side, was so embarrassed that he scratched his toes, feeling extremely uncomfortable. His toes were practically digging out a three-bedroom apartment with a courtyard from the polished marble floor of the Asgard.
Help!
What was supposed to be a proper summons from the God-King, a formal first meeting, was somehow turned into a public flattery session by Thor.
Rimuru quickly coughed twice, interrupting softly.
"Stop, stop, stop! Don't praise me anymore! If you keep praising me, I'll really die!"
A simple first meeting was turned into something resembling a public execution.
Even Odin, sitting on his throne, looked helpless, his lips twitching slightly. He couldn't bear to listen to his son's mindless flattery any longer, and spoke up in a deep voice to stop him.
"Enough, Thor."
What should have been a solemn and respectful reception for distinguished guests was ruined by this kid, leaving everyone incredibly embarrassed.
Standing beside Odin, Queen Frigga of the gods, maintained an elegant and dignified smile, her eyes gentle and her demeanor graceful.
But the subtle hint of helplessness in his eyes was impossible to hide.
A closer look reveals that this is not composure and calmness at all, but rather a forced smile.
Clearly, Frigga had long been used to her son's carefree, overly enthusiastic, and tactless behavior, and had been forced to get used to his various outrageous actions over the years.
The goddess also gave her an apologetic look, the gist of which was clear to everyone: her son was simply a bit simple-minded and had no ill intentions.
Rimuru returned a knowing look. It's a good thing everyone has this kind of personality. If they had a different personality and experienced so many major changes, the entire god would probably have been ruined long ago. It would be hard not to have a reason to turn evil.