Just call me Thor

Chapter 425: Thor would handle it



"Who are those two? Which corps are they from?" The command center buzzed with confusion and concern.

Two unidentified individuals had somehow managed to attract a demon army of epic

proportions, a force numbering in the millions. They had to be at least Lord tier to cause such a commotion.

"Little Calderon!" someone exclaimed, recognizing one of the figures on screen.

All eyes turned to Ace's companion.

A Lone Wolf mask concealed his face, but the hammer strapped to his waist was unmistakable...

One name sprung to mind: Thor.

What in the Abyss were Thor and Little Calderon up to?

The Magmafist Corps Leader frowned. "Should we dispatch a rescue team?"

"Not yet." The Iron Vanguard Corps Leader's communicator buzzed with an incoming message. He glanced at it, his expression shifting slightly. "Little Calderon wants us to play it by ear."

"Play it by ear?" The Magmafist Corps Leader was incredulous. "What could be more important than the safety of our potential Supreme Being? We have to get them out of there!"

The Iron Vanguard Corps Leader paused, his gaze fixed on the projection. "The Blood Sea Corps is moving into position. The northeast sector is the weakest point for opening a passage to the Fifth Abyss."

"Hold on!" The Magmafist Corps Leader slammed his hand on the table, his voice laced with anger. "Risking Thor's life to proceed with an already dangerous plan isn't playing it by ear, it's gambling! If anything happens, can you bear the responsibility?"

Silence descended upon the command center.

He was right. The potential Supreme Being's safety was paramount. Such a reckless decision was unjustifiable.

The Iron Vanguard Corps Leader let out a cold snort, pointing at the screen. "Those two out there, one is my former instructor, Calderon, and the other is Thor, humanity's future Supreme Being. They're neither reckless fools nor arrogant braggarts. They know exactly what they're doing. If we disobey Little Calderon's orders and waste this opportunity they've created, then we'll be the ones to blame!"

His gaze hardened. "My instructor used to say, 'Where there's war, there will be casualties. Everyone is expendable.""

On the battlefield, no one was truly safe.

Even the mighty Nathan had met his end in the Supreme Abyssal.

"Besides," the Iron Vanguard Corps Leader continued, his voice softening slightly, "you're still young. You're forgetting something crucial." He walked over to the Magmafist Corps Leader, straightening the younger man's collar. "We don't protect the Supreme Being. The Supreme Being protects us."

"It's always been that way, for three hundred years."

In his eyes, even Thor, at his current level, possessed power beyond their comprehension.

Supreme Beings were born to defy expectations, to achieve the impossible.

The Iron Vanguard Corps Leader hadn't been alive during Morpheus's reign, but he had witnessed Ares's power firsthand.

A mere demon army? Nothing to worry about. Thor would handle it.

Despite the reassurance, the Magmafist Corps Leader remained unconvinced.

Even the usually gung-ho Blood Sea Corps Leader hesitated, sensing that caution was warranted. It wouldn't hurt to wait for a clearer picture before proceeding.

"Opportunity seldom knocks twice," the Iron Vanguard Corps Leader said, his gaze sweeping across the room. He knew he needed to play his trump card. "Thor defeated a Nine-Star Lord in a head-to-head match recently."

A collective gasp filled the room.

Level 300 versus level 900... and he won?

The potential Supreme Being was even more terrifying than they imagined.

With their doubts quelled, a flurry of orders erupted from the command center.

"Magmafist Corps, level one combat readiness!"

"Iron Vanguard Corps, level one combat readiness!"

"Blood Sea Corps, advance northeast! Dispatch reconnaissance teams, prepare for initial bombardment..."

"..."

...

Meanwhile, the two figures sprinting for their lives were starting to feel the pressure.

Ace thrust his spear through another demon creature, a bullet erupting from the spearhead and detonating among the pursuing horde.

A perfect fusion of ancient weaponry and modern firepower!

"Out of ammo!" Ace announced grimly.

"I've got SSS-grade bullets," Mike chimed in. "Just for you, 500 rounds for the low, low price

of 10,000 Lord merits." He tossed a storage ring towards Ace.

A Lord tier demon creature lunged, aiming to intercept the ring.

A hand, adorned with bone chimes, shot out from the shadows, swatting the Lord aside like a

fly.

The storage ring landed safely in Ace's hand.

"Go to hell," Ace muttered as he reloaded.

Even in a life-or-death situation, that damn Thor never missed a chance to make a profit.

"What's the plan?" Ace asked.

Over eighty million demon creatures were now on their tail, and the number was rapidly approaching one hundred million.

And these weren't just mindless pursuers. They were converging from all directions, forming

a massive encirclement.

Once trapped, they would be facing an endless wave of enemies.

"Don't panic, we've got this." Mike unleashed a barrage of Chaotic Lightning, strategically targeting and crippling four Lords. "The more chaos we cause, the higher the chance of

success for the others."

More chaos?

They were already facing a near-limitless horde. How much more chaotic could it get?

Mike unleashed a Thunderclap Strike, obliterating hundreds of demon creatures, but it barely made a dent in their numbers.

Glancing back at the overwhelming wave of enemies, Mike consulted the Eyes of Truth.

[84,416,213 demon creatures.]

[Approximately 13.64% of the Ninth Abyss's total forces.]

The current horde consisted mainly of weak, wild demon creatures. The true elites were still

observing from the shadows.

"That's enough."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Mike began stacking Charge Up.

Dracula, Vladimir, and the Poseidon Puppet materialized beside him.

Ace, spear at the ready, covered the final direction.

The moment they stopped, the encirclement was complete. A tidal wave of demon creatures

surged towards them, eager to tear them limb from limb.

"Thor's Sea!"

A golden ocean, crackling with lightning, engulfed the area.

Mike gripped Force of Nature, his voice a low chant.

Large-scale spell: Lightning Storm!

Within Thor's Sea, every enemy was bombarded with devastating bolts of lightning.

And with thirty stacks of Charge Up amplifying his power, the damage output was nothing

short of apocalyptic.

*BOOM*

A blinding flash of light illuminated the Ninth Abyss as a sea of lightning crashed down upon

the unsuspecting horde.

Within Lightning Storm, nothing survived.