The crowd below all looked up, stunned by the visually impactful scene caused by Homelander.
At that moment, they seemed to see the middle-aged Odin who once rode an eight-legged divine horse, held the Eternal Spear, and shook the Nine Realms, return.
Homelander landed steadily with a Webster.
Thor immediately went up to meet him excitedly, the smile on his face even brighter than after winning a battle.
"Anthony! You came just in time!" Thor stepped forward and patted Homelander's shoulder heavily, "How did you know we were here?"
"The Royal Palace guards need to stay behind in Asgard, so I took the initiative to take on this errand."
Thor was full of gratitude after hearing this.
At this moment, the Dwarf King Eitri walked over.
His hands, originally used to forge artifacts, were severed at the wrists and wrapped in two smooth lumps of metal.
Eitri walked up to Homelander, knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and expressed his highest respect to Homelander.
"Thank you, God of Mankind. Your aid has allowed Nidavellir to survive."
Thor also looked at Homelander solemnly.
"Thank you, Anthony. You have preserved the honor of Asgard."
Homelander smiled slightly and replied naturally: "You're welcome, Thor. We are good brothers, and I am also a part of Asgard. This is what I should do."
Brothers... a part of Asgard...
As soon as these words were spoken, Thor's brain started to drift uncontrollably again.
Just as he was letting his imagination run wild, a commotion suddenly erupted in the crowd.
"Look! A spaceship is escaping!" a dwarf shouted, pointing at the sky.
Eitri looked in that direction, recognized the spaceship's insignia, and immediately gritted his teeth, his eyes splitting with rage.
"That is Corvus Glaive's spaceship! Damn bastard, he killed my brother Brokk!!"
Hearing this, Homelander glanced at the spaceship that was rapidly ascending and smiled contemptuously.
"Don't worry, he won't get away."
At this moment, in the space ahead of the spaceship, a space jump point had already opened, and the spaceship had begun to blur.
Homelander flipped his right hand.
A flash of golden light, and the Eternal Spear Gungnir appeared in his hand.
Everyone present had not yet reacted.
Homelander had already gripped the shaft with one hand and made a throwing motion.
A miraculous thing happened.
As soon as Homelander made the throwing motion, the Gungnir in his hand simply disappeared.
There was no flight trajectory, and there was no time delay.
At the same time.
"Boom—!"
The spaceship that had already half-stepped into the space jump point was instantly blown into a fireball.
The next second.
A golden light flashed again, and Gungnir returned to Homelander's hand.
Dwarf King Eitri widened his eyes, staring at the long spear in Homelander's hand, his thoughts churning.
He knew all too well what that was.
This artifact, symbolizing the supreme power of Asgard, was exactly what he had forged with his own hands!
And Thor's heart at this moment was surging with stormy waves.
Homelander can use Gungnir!
What does this mean?
It means the artifact acknowledges him!
To receive the acknowledgment of Gungnir is equivalent to receiving the acknowledgment of Odin!
This is the King's artifact that cannot be touched by anyone without royal blood!
Thor's breathing became rapid, his eyes shining.
Case solved! Everything makes sense now!
Facts speak louder than words.
Homelander really is my brother... my own brother!
Thor was so excited that one of his eyes turned red.
He strode forward, opened his arms, and gave Homelander a solid hug.
"Brother! My good brother!"
Homelander was bewildered by this sudden enthusiasm and could only awkwardly pat Thor on the back.
Loki stood in the back, rolling his eyes.
He said somewhat jealously: "Thor, I am your brother!"
"You were picked up from outside." Thor replied simply and cleanly.
Loki: "..."
He could only curse Odin for being an old fool; had he lost his mind?
How could he hand over the Eternal Spear, which represents royal power, to a Midgardian!
What did all his years of effort amount to?
In the time that followed, the dwarves began to clean up the battlefield.
Looking at the devastated battlefield and the dwarf comrades who were more than half dead or injured, the surviving dwarves could not help but start wailing.
The sad elegy echoed over Nidavellir.
Dwarves are a "long-lived race" that lives even longer than the Aesir, with lifespans of up to tens of thousands of years.
And the longer the lifespan of a species, the lower its fertility rate.
For them, reproduction is extremely difficult, and every clansman is a priceless treasure.
More than a hundred clansmen died today, and it is no exaggeration to say that this is a devastating blow to Nidavellir.
Homelander looked at this group of wailing dwarf giants, his mind becoming active again.
Isn't this an opportunity delivered to the door?
Thinking of this, Homelander immediately lifted his feet off the ground, slowly flew into mid-air, turned his back to the crowd, and spoke slowly:
"Warriors of Nidavellir!"
"Midgard has a saying: The darkness that fails to completely crush us will eventually turn into our more shining dawn..."
"But I do not agree, because those who fall in the darkness will never see the dawn again."
"For all this blood and fire that Nidavellir has encountered today, Asgard will not use any high-sounding excuses to shirk responsibility."
"When the butcher knife fell upon you, as the Guardian of the Nine Realms, failing to stand in front of you was a dereliction of duty by the God Realm."
"I will use all my strength to make up for all of this for Asgard."
"And I promise! From now on, I! God of Mankind! Will personally guard Nidavellir!"
Thor heard Homelander's direct declaration "representing Asgard," and not only did he not feel disgusted, but he also saw things clearly.
"Father has indeed chosen him as the heir to the throne."
"This is good! I know my own personality; I am simply not suitable for sitting on the throne."
"Loki? That guy full of bad intentions doesn't even need to be mentioned!"
"Anthony has strength, has heart, and has responsibility; this is the best result for Asgard."
Thor had even started to calculate how to help this "own brother" hold a coronation ceremony after returning.
The dwarves below heard Homelander's resonant words and gradually stopped crying.
They were all wondering how this God of Mankind intended to make up for this irreparable disaster.
Homelander slowly lifted his hands upwards, and sacred magical fluctuations spread from his body.
The sky over Nidavellir, which never saw water vapor, actually condensed a cloud layer emitting a faint green light out of thin air.
"Drip."
Drops of crystal clear rainwater, exuding majestic vitality, fell on the faces of the dwarves.
Immediately afterwards, a dense curtain of light rain covered the entire Nidavellir battlefield.
A miracle descended in this rain of light.
The rain fell on the injured dwarves.
The knife wounds that were deep to the bone healed and scabbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the end, not even a scar was left.
Those dwarves who were originally lying in pools of blood, with only one breath left, had been sentenced to death.
Bathed in the rain of light, their breathing became steady and powerful again, and one by one, they miraculously stood up from the ground!
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