Deep in space, on an abandoned planet without a trace of vegetation, the darkened sky was covered by shadows. A dense horde of black monsters moved toward the mountain like an unrestrained tide.
"Come on!! Today is the day you and I die!"
At the top of the mountain, a large figure, shirtless, with a torn scarf fluttering in the wind, dragged his war tomahawk and roared at the approaching beasts.
Once upon a time, he was the one who held the Uru hammer in hand, wrapped in lightning and thunder! His strikes were faster than meteors, and every move could ignite the entire vault of the sky.
But that was once.
Now, he was an Asgardian exile, a god without a throne and without a homeland. Thor Odinson.
"Even if I lose my divine nature!"
"I am still Odin's son!"
"I swear by the name of Odinson… I will fight to the death as a God!" Thor roared, turned his tomahawk, and cut down the first line of monsters.
But the horde was endless. The void he created with a swing would be filled again in the next moment. His strikes, though powerful, sank into the sea of darkness.
He was outmatched.
Boom!
The sky suddenly trembled with a violent blast.
Thor knew. That meant another god was fighting somewhere. It was Ares, the god of war from Olympus.
A chariot fell from the sky, four pegasi beheaded, their blood raining down over the battlefield.
Their master – Apollo, god of light – had perished in the last great battle. He was the first god to fall. But certainly not the last.
No one could have imagined that the enemy, that dark God-Slayer, would be so powerful. Powerful enough to defeat even Olympus, to strike down Zeus himself, the king of the gods.
Everything that stood before him was broken.
Now Apollo was dead. Zeus's whereabouts unknown. Thor had lost his divine status, left without Mjolnir. Ares, the god of war, was fighting somewhere else on this planet.
Mortal… does this world truly need any more gods?
As that question carved itself into Thor's heart, at that moment he lost the right to call himself a God.
But what could not be taken from him was the strength of a warrior.
He was still a fighter.
Faced with the tide of black monsters, Thor did not retreat. Every swing grew stronger, though his body became like bloody armor, covered in scales of wounds and torn flesh.
None of it mattered.
For he was Thor Odinson.
"Come, you wicked dogs! Odinson is here!!"
His roar shook the mountain and sky. Blood flowed down his forehead, but his heart burned like never before.
"If today is the day of my death, so be it! But before that… let another storm be born!!"
"The last lightning and thunder!"
Boom!
At the moment his roar pierced the sky, suddenly thunder appeared. Clouds gathered over the planet, and thousands of bolts of lightning shone from the darkness.
"This…!"
Thor's eyes widened. Blood streamed down his face as he looked at the light illuminating the sky and the bolts of lightning crashing down on the hordes of monsters.
The ground trembled. Each strike of lightning turned the monsters to ash, burning their black silhouettes to the bone.
The heavenly storm descended, and the earth shook from the force unleashed.
"Mjolnir?"
One of the monsters before him was destroyed by pure lightning. Thor felt the familiar energy and instinctively reached out his hand.
Boom!
Mjolnir immediately changed direction, tore through the clouds, and headed straight toward Thor.
His eyes filled with tears, his heart leapt. Just one step away from once again holding the hammer, from returning to what he once was.
But…
Barely a meter from his hands, Mjolnir suddenly stopped.
Then turned toward the sky.
"?"
Just like Thor, he was confused.
The figure of a strange woman suddenly appeared in the air and grabbed Mjolnir.
"Odin's son, how long will you bring shame?"
Hela gripped Mjolnir and coldly looked at Thor.
Her voice was sharp as a blade.
Yet, in her eyes flickered a trace of gratitude.
This younger brother was fine, far better than the other one, deceitful and cunning. At least he was a warrior.
"Who are…" Thor had just wanted to ask who she was.
Then, through a portal shaped by the Space Stone, Aron's figure emerged.
"Aron! You guys?" Thor was shocked.
He thought today he was destined to die here.
But he did not expect that friends from Earth – unilaterally – would reach him hundreds of millions of light-years away.
"My friend, after this battle, I will surely steal father's precious wine and drink with you!"
"…"
"And after all that trouble to get it, didn't you say the thousand-year-old mead was your father's greatest treasure?" Aron joked.
But this was not the time for idle chatter.
Aron's awareness spread and soon found Ares, the god of war, on the other side of the planet.
He was still fighting against the monsters summoned by Gorr, the God-Slayer.
The situation was critical.
"Thor, my friend, I'm glad to see you alive!"
Hercules also joined, summoned by Aron's power.
In his eyes burned the desire to personally avenge the dead gods of the City of Omniscience.
"Follow me, Ares is on the other side of the planet."
Without any introductions, Aron opened a portal with the Space Stone and transferred them.
...
Before them appeared once again a massive mass of monsters.
Their bodies covered the planet's surface, like an endless black ocean.
Ares, the god of war, still stood tall.
Armed with a tomahawk, in ancient Greek-style armor, but the armor was covered in scratches and wounds.
Under the unrelenting charges of the monsters, his body was already exhausted.
"Brother!!"
As soon as he saw him, Hercules did not hesitate.
He raised his two golden scepters and, like an enraged lion, plunged into the sea of enemies.
Thor did not stand aside either.
Though wounded, he raised his tomahawk high and roared, charging into the battlefield without a trace of fear.
Hela looked at Aron. After his signal, she too joined the fight.
Soon everyone around him was caught in the whirlwind of bloody battle.
Aron then raised his gaze.
He wanted to ask Thor: Why did you come to this remote galaxy?
But now there was no need.
Because in the air…
A figure, cold and indifferent-eyed, watched Aron and his group.
"Gorr."
The moment he saw him, Aron realized where he was hiding.
In this dead and silent galaxy, there was a rift, a small passage, just as Blackheart had described.
And that passage…
Led to a dimension Aron knew well, the dimension of shadow.
"So, that's where you were hiding. No wonder it's dark here, silent, with nothing to see."
Aron flew upward and met Gorr's gaze.
"Strange…"
Gorr stared at him.
"You don't look like a god. Why are you with them?"
He sensed the trace of Heavenly Father power in Aron, but showed not the slightest concern.
Because recently…
He was the one who had with his own hands slain Zeus, one of the Heavenly Fathers of this universe.
"Depends on how you define god."
Aron shrugged.
"In my opinion, they're just aliens who came among primitive humans, showed tricks as miracles, and ended up carved on stone walls as deities."
"Seems we agree."
Gorr nodded.
They did not show open hostility, but spoke for a while.
Until Gorr clenched All-Black the Necrosword.
"If only everyone thought like you…"
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