Vanaheim.
Because of Troll King Yurick's invasion, casualties were heavy, with blood and bones everywhere.
Seeing the Bifrost Bridge descending from the sky, the gods of Vanaheim all became excited.
The pressure from the Troll clan was too great; in their own kingdom, they were forced to retreat and cower within the Royal City by the Troll clan.
It was too stifling!
If they could receive reinforcements from Asgard, their pressure would surely be greatly reduced.
Perhaps they could even turn the tables and slaughter the Troll clan, giving those demons secretly coveting Vanaheim an unforgettable lesson.
But when they saw that only Thor and a woman appeared from the Bifrost Bridge, the smiles on the faces of the Vanaheim gods froze.
Freyr said incredulously, "Thor, why are you the only one?"
Thor is strong, that's true, but this is war, not a duel between two warriors!
"Asgard suffered a sneak attack from the Dark Elves, and casualties were heavy, even Mother—" Thor's face was filled with sorrow.
"Sister, Thor, how did you protect Mother?"
"Don't tell me you weren't in Asgard at the time!"
Unprecedented grief engulfed Freyr, and for a moment, unable to control himself, he heavily punched Thor.
Thor was caught off guard, or rather, he never thought of defending, and was sent flying by Freyr's punch.
Thor, who was already severely injured, had his wounds, which had just slightly improved, tear open again.
"Thor, are you alright? Thor, don't scare me!"
Jane Foster was startled and quickly covered Thor's wound with her hand, but in an instant, her hand was stained red with blood.
"Doctor, quickly call a Doctor!"
Jane Foster was so scared that she spoke incoherently.
Freyr and the other Vanir gods were also startled; Freyr rushed over in a few steps, helped Thor up, and said apologetically, "You're badly hurt, quickly go invite Gullveig over!"
"Yes!"
A guard immediately ran out.
Freyr: "I'm very sorry, I was blinded by anger."
Thor, covering the wound on his abdomen, said, "It's nothing."
Thor's physique was astonishing, and with Mjolnir in his hand, his wounds healed extremely quickly.
The wound that had just reopened had now basically stopped bleeding.
As long as he was given a little more time, his injuries would be completely fine!
"Where's Grandpa?"
Thor looked around, the Vanir had suffered heavy casualties, and many familiar faces were missing, including his Grandpa Njörðr.
Freyr did not answer, and the surrounding Vanir gods all lowered their heads.
An extremely bad thought arose in Thor's mind!
The sky was turbulent, with flashes of lightning and thunder.
Freyr comforted him, "Thor, calm down. Father walked gloriously; His glory shines on every corner of Vanaheim. He saved countless citizens of Vanaheim with His life; He lives forever in our hearts!"
The Troll clan came too suddenly, catching Vanaheim off guard.
Njörðr held the pass, gaining a lot of time for Vanaheim, allowing the Royal City's protective barrier to open.
Otherwise, the Vanaheim Royal City would probably have fallen!
Just then, a desolate, tragic horn sound rang out again.
The expressions of the Vanir gods all became solemn, and even Thor grew tense.
The horn sound represented an attack!
On the city wall of the Royal City.
Thor saw the overwhelming number of Trolls, as well as Troll King Yurick.
Upon seeing the kind, white-bearded face on Troll King Yurick's armor, Thor became utterly enraged.
"Grandpa!"
Thor's eyes turned silver, and streaks of lightning, like silver dragons, continuously surged around him.
Many years ago, Thor had fought the Troll clan and knew their vile customs inside out.
A few days ago, he lost his Mother, and now he had lost his Grandpa.
At this moment, he saw his enemy, how could he not be angry?
Thor held his divine hammer and said, "Father, I will not make the same mistake again; Master Rimuru, protect Vanaheim well, avenging Mother and Grandpa, for me at this moment, is walking on the right path."
"Father, Master, please grant me strength!"
Boom!
The sky flashed with lightning and thunder; Thor was completely covered by lightning, as if he had become an embodiment of lightning.
His divine power aura made all the gods of the Vanir clan feel utterly shocked.
Outside the city.
Troll King Yurick was ecstatic, "This divine power is truly exhilarating! Thor, I will leave a prominent place for you on my armor!"
"My lads, follow me into the Royal City and drink divine blood to our heart's content!"
A great battle was about to begin.
Jotunheim.
Ever since Veldora repelled Thanos, Veldora's status in Jotunheim had become extraordinarily transcendent.
Initially, everyone was somewhat worried that Veldora would act recklessly relying on His strength.
Soon, everyone realized that their worries were completely unnecessary.
Despite Veldora's immense strength, He was unexpectedly easy to get along with.
Veldora's hobbies were not many, He just liked to play chess with people, have martial arts contests, and guide the younger generation.
As for His biggest hobby, it might be to find young and beautiful girls to drink wine with, play games, have in-depth exchanges, and discuss life.
But for the Giant clan, who respected strength, this was no big deal at all!
Veldora's true form was a Dragon; although reproduction was difficult, it was not impossible.
If offspring could be born, Jotunheim might gain an invincible Master in the future!
Many noble Giantesses even actively threw themselves into Veldora's arms.
Veldora, for His part, accepted all comers!
He loved honey traps the most!
Today, a peerless beauty with golden hair and wearing a tight green dress arrived at Veldora's residence.
As soon as she appeared, she immediately captured Veldora's full attention.
This green elf was truly beautiful; seeing her for the first time made Veldora think of the Tree Nymph clan in Dragon World.
She embodied nobility and charm, alluring and stunningly beautiful.
Just as a hint of Fire appeared in Veldora's eyes, this charming and delightful female elf shifted and lay in His arms.
In an instant, Veldora felt quite content, skillfully caressing the beauty who had delivered herself to Him.
At the same time, Black Dwarf, Korrs, and Corvus Glaive arrived at a Sealed Cave.
Bang, bang!
Several guards guarding the Sealed Cave were directly cut down.
Korrs asked in confusion, "Is it really here? The guard force seems a bit too weak, doesn't it?!"
Corvus Glaive laughed, "It is here. Rimuru probably thought her seal was unbreakable!"
Black Dwarf: "Master analyzed Rimuru's character; outwardly peaceful and kind to others, but in reality, extremely arrogant. She will pay the price for her arrogance!"
It really was here; after confirming the location was correct, Korrs's eyes lit up.
Although cooperating with Thanos was like seeking skin from a tiger, the Dark Elves might very well end up being served up as a dish by Thanos.
But Thanos's methods were truly not to be underestimated; with a few casual moves, he trapped Odin in Niflheim, sent Thor to Vanaheim, and Asgard was almost half-crippled!
As for supporting Jotunheim, that was out of the question!
Now, as long as Ymir, who was sealed, was released, Jotunheim's interior would also quickly disintegrate.
At that time, destroying Jotunheim and killing Rimuru would be a matter of course.
Entering the cave, everyone quickly saw the sealed Ymir.
Ymir was still awake, but looked a bit weak.
Upon learning of their intentions, Ymir was overjoyed and immediately stated that as long as He could be rescued, He would surely give Rimuru an unforgettable lesson.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend; cooperation was once again achieved!
The few immediately began to break the seal!
Half a day later.
The few looked at each other in dismay.
One day later.
The few's faces were ashen.
Three days later.
The few were utterly despairing!
By the way, what kind of seal is this?
The failure to break the seal made everyone witness Rimuru's methods for the first time.
This was the first time they had suffered such a major setback since they began plotting against the Nine Realms!