The moment the words were spoken, the tavern erupted in chaos.
When Thor said, "Those who are just there to make up the numbers don't need to go," at least three people in the tavern had their expressions change.
"Bang--!"
With a crisp sound, the wine glass shattered on the ground, splashing amber liquid everywhere.
A burly blond man suddenly stood up from the bar, a hammer appearing out of thin air in his hand.
Thor glanced at it.
Party Thor.
She looks about 70-80% like me, but her whole demeanor screams "happy".
Her hair was tied in a half-ponytail, and she even had a lightning bolt tattoo on her biceps. She looked like the kind of person who threw a party in the Asgard so big that she got grounded by her father, the Emperor.
Combat strength...
Thor mentally assessed its value: slightly stronger than the Zombie Thor from Earth-2149, but nothing special.
"Hehehe, who the hell are you calling a filler?" The Party Thor slung Mjolnir over his shoulder, tilted his head, and was typically drunk.
Almost at the same time, another table made a sound.
A black man wearing gold leopard-print armor stood up, stretched his neck, and heard a series of cracking sounds from his cervical spine.
The Killmonger Killmonger.
He's a ruthless character who seized power from Wakanda; he's quite a figure even in his own universe.
But on a multiverse scale, Thor wouldn't even bother ranking him in his mind; he'd just sit at the same table as the paramecium.
" The Watcher called us here not so you could nitpick." Killmonger's voice was low, his body weight shifted forward, his legs slightly bent, his whole body taut like a bow.
An expert could tell at a glance that this was a sign that action was about to be taken.
Thor didn't move, he didn't even turn around.
A steady voice came from the other side of the tavern.
"Everyone, calm down."
Star-Lord T'Challa rose from his seat, gesturing with one hand forward.
T'Challa, who was born in Wakanda but raised by Ravagers, exudes a completely different temperament from Killmonger —gentle, rational, and with the thoughtfulness of a diplomat.
"We've been called here to solve problems, not to fight amongst ourselves. If there are any disagreements, we can—"
No one listened to him finish.
In the far corner of the bar, Peggy Carter, dressed in armor with the Stars and Stripes painted on it, leaned her shield against the table leg.
She didn't say anything, just held a glass of beer and quietly watched them.
A veteran's intuition told Captain Carter that it wasn't that he didn't want to advise, but rather that he was assessing the situation.
Further back—standing against the wall was a woman with green skin.
Gamora, the one who personally stabbed her adoptive father Thanos to death.
She crossed her arms over her chest, leaned against the wall, and made no unnecessary movements, simply scrutinizing everyone in the room with her cold green eyes.
It's like watching a play that has nothing to do with me.
Thor mentally reviewed the positions, reactions, and strength of these people in no more than two seconds.
The conclusion remains the same: they're all noobs.
Party Thor.
"Prepare to die, you brat--!"
This parallel version of him swung his hammer and charged over, lightning crackling beneath his feet, making him look like a mobile disco.
At the same time, Killmonger leaped up.
That was fast indeed.
The Vibranium patterns on the golden armor lit up, and the person swept across the ground, keeping a very low profile and following a tricky trajectory.
Two directions, one in front and one behind, one far and one near.
Thor extended his right hand.
He spread his five fingers wide and casually gestured towards Party Thor's direction at the party.
There were no fancy movements, no thunder, no fluctuations of laws; it was just a simple, understated shrug.
The Mjolnir, which Party Thor, suddenly slipped from his grasp.
Party Thor: "???"
The hammer traced an arc in the air before landing steadily in Thor's palm.
Mjolnir's master-disciple system is a joke to Thor.
With the same bloodline, the same qualifications, and an overwhelming power level enhanced by more than thirty kinds of laws, this hammer is as obedient as a pet.
The Claws of Killmonger have arrived.
The figure clad in Black Panther Suit completed a final mid-air maneuver, its claws aimed straight for Thor's throat.
Thor gripped Mjolnir and swung his hammer backhand.
The movements were very gentle.
So lightly that even Star-Lord T'Challa, standing nearby, didn't see when he swung the ball.
But the consequences were severe.
Killmonger's body exploded the instant the Hammerhead struck him.
The person was physically shattered.
Golden armor, Vibranium armor, flesh and bones—all were indistinguishable under that hammer blow.
Before the blood mist could spread, Thor clenched his left hand.
A golden energy membrane appeared out of thin air, enveloping all the shattered matter, splattered blood, and scattered fragments.
shrink.
compression.
Oblivion.
It all happened in less than a second.
All physical traces of Killmonger's existence in this world have been completely erased.
The tavern was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Captain Carter's hand, holding the beer, froze in mid-air, his pupils contracting slightly.
Star-Lord T'Challa stood frozen in place, his mouth slightly agape, still making the gesture of trying to break up the fight.
Gamora's shoulder, which was leaning against the wall, tensed almost imperceptibly.
Wanda put down her teacup, her scarlet pupils reflecting Thor's retreating figure.
She wasn't surprised.
But she was certain of one thing: when this man made his move, he truly showed no mercy.
Doctor Strange Supreme sat in the corner, his green eyes flashing briefly within his dark sclera.
The shadowy tentacles retracted under the Cloak without any further movement.
interesting.
Party Thor on the spot.
The joy on her face vanished completely, instantly replaced by another emotion.
fear.
Pure, subconscious, biologically instinctive fear.
The man who looked almost identical to him casually snatched his hammer, smashed a fully armed soldier to pieces, and then wiped away the corpse.
His facial expression remained unchanged throughout the entire process.
"Uh..." Party Thor swallowed hard, raising his hands. "Bro, it's a misunderstanding."
He took half a step back.
"It's definitely a misunderstanding."
They took another half step back.
"I just... drank too much, just kidding, you know, it's a party, everyone's just having fun—"
Thor tossed Mjolnir back.
The moment Party Thor the hammer, he was knocked to his knees, followed by a loud thud as the back of his head hit the floor, causing his eyes to roll back in his head.
I'm dizzy.
Thor withdrew his hand and turned to look at Uatu.
"Send these people back to their respective universes." He tilted his head, surveying the Party Thor lying flat on the ground.
"Honestly, I don't really understand what got into you that you called all these people over. Infinity Ultron, Six Infinity Stones, and this is all you managed to put together?"
Uatu remained silent for two seconds.
His tall frame remained motionless, and his starry eyes showed no emotion.
He didn't argue, he just raised his hand and waved it.
A ghostly blue light enveloped the remaining figures in the tavern— Captain Carter, Star-Lord T'Challa, Gamora, and the unconscious Party Thor.
The four figures vanished in the light, each returning to their own universe.
Thor turned to Wanda.
"Stay here in the dimensional rift, and don't wander off."
Wanda stood up, crimson energy subtly flowing between her fingertips. "And here..."
"There are Watcher." Thor looked at Uatu. "Protect her."
Uatu nodded.
Thor walked toward Doctor Strange Supreme and placed his right hand on the other's shoulder.
The shadowy tentacles beneath the tattered Cloak twitched instinctively, but did not attack.
"Walk."
Space torn apart.
The next instant, the two disappeared.
The passage between dimensions swept past at high speed, with blurry fragments of light and shadow passing by on both sides.
Upon stepping back into the physical space, all that came into view was ruins.
To be precise, it's a universe that's being Carnage.
The sky was a dark red, like solidified rust. The earth was cracked, and the ruins of the city were scattered everywhere, but there were no corpses; it had clearly been cleared away.
Thor looked up and scanned the surroundings.
The distant battlefield echoed with a dense barrage of energy explosions.
Three figures are struggling to hold on.
The first one is Beta Ray Beta, the Beta Ray Bill god.
The orange-gold armor was riddled with cracks, and the veins beneath the horse-head mask bulged out.
He swung his Stormbreaker, unleashing streaks of golden lightning.
The second one is the gladiator Karlak.
The captain of the Shi'ar Empire Royal Guard, his red cloak mostly torn off, his eyes shooting out two blazing red beams.
The third one--
Thor glanced at it twice.
Gray hair.
A white-haired woman hovered in mid-air, her black bodysuit covered in runes from an unknown civilization, and dark red energy shot out from her eyes.
Black Swan, Yabbat.
There are many Black Swan in the multiverse, but the white-haired Yabbat is as rare as a limited edition SSR.
Ninety-nine is a rare commodity, a species as rare as the Sentry.
Three attacks simultaneously struck Infinity Ultron.
The silver-white mechanical body didn't even flinch. The Six Infinity Stones on its chest emitted a flowing light. It raised one hand and effortlessly blocked all the attacks as if parting a spider web.
Then, generate power with a backhand stroke.
The Space Stone glowed blue, and the Power Stone activated simultaneously, forming an energy beam powerful enough to tear a planet apart.
Beta Ray Bill's pupils contracted sharply.
The Gladiator clenched his back teeth.
The Black Swan's hands had already begun forming hand seals, preparing for a final desperate attempt.
"Are we just going to watch like this?" Doctor Strange Supreme's voice came from behind, dry and rough.
Thor didn't answer immediately, his eyes fixed on the three people below.
Beta, the Beta Ray Bill, is a formidable soldier with considerable strength, capable of both physical and mental combat, and extremely loyal.
Gladiator Karlak—a former Imperial Guard member, highly experienced in combat, his combination of heat vision and hand-to-hand combat is impressive, making him a quintessential Marvel version of Superman. As for that white-haired Black Swan...
Frost City is short-staffed.
The Knowhere, except that it lacks high-end combat power. You could say that apart from yourself, there's no one who can fight you.
With three near-cosmic-level contenders right in front of me, it would be a disservice not to bring them back.
"Wait a minute," Thor said.
"Wait for what?"
"I'm thinking about how to kidnap these three."
Doctor Strange Supreme was silent for two seconds, then his lips twitched involuntarily.
"... When did Thor start working as the HR manager for the multiverse?"
Thor rolled his eyes at him. "You don't understand. My territory is short of talent. Look at these three in front of you, their fighting strength is decent. And—" He pointed to the white-haired woman in mid-air,
" Black Swan Yabbat is rare, especially the white-haired version in the multiverse. That's called a scarce resource."
The Dark Supreme remained silent, his shadow tentacles writhing silently beneath his Cloak, his twisted green eyes fixed on the silver-white figure in the center of the battlefield.
Infinity Ultron's arm completed its charge.
The instant the energy beam was fired--
With a roar, the Beta Ray Bill unleashed a torrent of golden lightning from the Stormbreaker, crashing into the beam of light.
The Gladiator fought with all his might, pushing his Heat Vision output to its limit.
The dark red beams of light in the Black Swan's eyes also reached their peak at the same moment.
The three attacks converged, attempting to intercept the energy beam.
Unfortunately, it only lasted for 0.3 seconds.
It was crushed.
The energy beam from Infinity Ultron pierced through the three's combined defenses, and the aftershock at its end sheared off a corner of the continental plate beneath their feet.
Beta Ray Bill was thrown away by the shockwave, his armor shattering.
The Gladiator coughed up blood and fell to the ground.
Black Swan fared slightly better; her rune shield absorbed some of the damage, but she was still knocked back over a hundred meters.
Infinity Ultron raised his other hand.
The Time Stone and the Space Stone lit up simultaneously.
It's time to wrap things up.
Thor stretched out his right hand.
The Stormbreaker materialized from the void, and the moment it was held in the palm of the hand, more than thirty kinds of laws poured into the axe blade, and the golden and silver light spread along the axe handle to the entire right arm.
Take a step forward.
Space folding.
The next instant, Thor was already in front of Infinity Ultron.
A full-force axe blow.
The axe blade struck the silver-white mechanical body, Six Infinity Stones simultaneously emitted a defensive light, but that light lasted for less than half a second.
Infinity Ultron's body was sent flying by this attack, traversing half the atmosphere and crashing through a distant mountain range.
By the time the rumbling sound reached them, Thor had already given chase.
Before leaving, he tossed a message to Doctor Strange Supreme without looking back.
"Keep an eye on those three people, don't let them get away, especially that Black Swan."
The Dark Supreme's lips twitched again.
He looked down at himself. The Dark Supreme Sorcerer, who had devoured thousands of dimensional beings and was a top-tier magical being in the multiverse, was now assigned the job of watching over people.
Okay.
The shadowy tentacles unfurled, and a dark purple magic barrier enveloped the three heavily wounded below.
Amidst the ruins, the white-haired Yabbat struggled to her feet, half-kneeling, and looked up to see a strange man draped in a tattered Cloak hovering in mid-air.
Those green eyes, framed by dark sclera, were staring down at her.
"Don't move."
The voice of the Dark Supreme descended from above.
"Your boss has told me to keep an eye on you."
Yabbat's hand slowly reached for the dagger at her waist.