Thor stared at his father in a tit-for-tat way, and refused to give in. Odin looked at his son who was most proud of him but also the most headache for him. Looking at his stubborn but clear eyes, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, I know it's useless to lock you up," Odin said slowly. "I know things will eventually become like this. What I ask you to do, what I don't let you do... You always refuse to listen to me. You don't have the nature of obeying orders in your bones, right?"

"If you occasionally have a little order worth following, maybe I will consider it." Thor said stiffly.

Odin waved his spear and signaled the people who were kneeling to the ground to stand aside. He stared at Thor straight and said slowly: "What's going on now, child? What are you going to do next? Do you want to come up and ask for a beat and be insulted by me again? Or, in this long rebellious life, you are willing to accept that you have ignorance and finally stand with me?"

Thor looked at him contemptuously, hugged his arms and sneered.

Asgard was the only one who dared to look at Odin with such a look, which was a mockery without any concealment.

"What are you afraid of, old man?" he said contemptuously, "Look at your appearance, for an enemy who hasn't seen it yet, you've scared you into this by just smelling a little bit of his smell? This is a little too embarrassing, Odin, you'll choose to abandon your billions of people."

"No amount of mortal lives are worth mentioning compared to what we may lose."

Thor pointed at his nose without hesitation: "I see you are old and confused, Odin. Whether it is God or human, it is not your turn to judge the value of life. I once respected you and looked up to you, and I thought you were a kind monarch. Now I think how naive I am! If you make up your mind to be a turtle, okay, you can guard this place. But I must fight and fight for every humble life in your mouth! At least I still carry the glory of Asgard."

He scolded him without any politeness and had little respect for his father. If it were normal, even if it was his son, Odin would definitely be thunderous. But today, Odin just looked at him calmly, listened patiently to his words, and then said lightly: "I have been teaching you all your life. You can't understand what I do, but it doesn't matter. I am trying to break prophecies, child. Your recklessness and ignorance will all be the cause of your death."

"So your teaching is that I should abandon the atrium and let the people we should be guarding die tragically after purgatory torture." Thor said coldly, "At least let me fight for the atrium. I will fight against the snake... and against the only way you call the victory."

Odin was silent for a while, and his one-eyed eyes closed gently.

He was not angry, and his tone still did not fluctuate when he spoke again, as if he had expected such an expansion and had given up on the idea of ​​stopping Thor.

"Go." He said, "I allow you to fight until the moment when the snake's black hand reaches the tree of the world. At that moment, my son, you will understand that what should come will always come. Just pretend that you have died in battle and curse your honor and pride."

Odin lit the earth with Gangniel, and the beam of the rainbow suddenly fell from the sky. Thor was suddenly sucked by the light, and his whole body was pulled by a huge force and was quickly moved away along the colorful passage.

Odin swung his left hand, and the Thor's hammer flew out like lightning, rushed in along the rainbow beam, and chased Thor straight forth.

"Take this, don't say I've given you anything."

Odin's voice gradually faded away, and the rainbow light enveloped everything, and all the scenes around him quickly dissipated in Thor's vision.

***

Land of Fire, Musbelheim.

The red body gradually became clear in front of Michael, Amora and Doctor Strange, and the figure of the demon Sirtel appeared in front of them. He was burning with flames, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the sword was dragged to the ground. It was obvious that it was the "Twilight Sword".

The demon stopped, and Huang Chengcheng's eyes slowly swept across the three of them. The moment Amora sensed his sight, his whole body trembled, as if a sense of fear that was being burned deep into the bones involuntarily opened up in her heart. Her hands and feet were cold, her whole body was numb, and she even forgot to escape.

Michael just glanced at her and ignored it.

He spared her life, but he did not intend to distract himself from helping her again.

Dr. Strange walked beside Michael and whispered: "It's him."

"Ah, I know."

"It's so ugly, witch." Surtel's eyes passed over the two, looking at Amora coldly, "Defeated in the hands of two mortals? Even the last little glory has disappeared, and it has no value to use as a pawn."

He paused, and snorted, and then said, "But it doesn't matter now. After all, you have completed your mission, the witch. Now I have gained freedom and the time to take revenge on Asgard is just around the corner! Now, it doesn't matter to everyone."

"Wow, he's... really swelling." Qiqi raised his eyebrows at Michael, "Why do I feel like he's just ignoring us?"

"You're from the left."

"What? Oh..."

The moment Michael finished speaking, the man flew out with the blue flames, and the flames erupted like a torrent. In an instant, others appeared on the right side of Surtel. Magic attached to his right fist, like a colorful airflow burst out with his fist. The cyclone blew the flames all over Surtel's body backwards!

Surtel coldly saw his movements, and with his five fingers held the hilt of the sword, he lifted it up, but the Twilight Sword remained motionless. The demon lowered his head in surprise and saw the fluctuation of the red waves like an invisible hand clenching his Twilight Sword, blocking his strength.

Chaos Magic. Thanks to the Scarlet Witch's full teachings, Michael is now able to master it.

The flames flashed in Surtel's eyes, and the flames rose in his hand, and the flames immediately tore the crimson light apart. He quickly lifted the sword, but was finally half a beat slower. Michael punched him like a heavy cannon, and at the same moment, Doctor Strange's spell also hit from the left wing and attacked on both sides.

The heavy punch hit the demon's cheek, and the terrifying strange force filled Suert's head with Odin's divine power, shaking the demon's eyes. The strange spell hit the demon's side hard, and the flames burning in Suert's body were temporarily extinguished for a moment, and he couldn't help but bend his knees and half-kneeled heavily on the ground.
Chapter completed!