"Is that Thor’s hamr!? He’s back?" Tyr imdiately recognized Mjolnir. He looked up at the sky, then leaped down from the Torch Tower ruins and ran towards the hamr.
Freyja wanted to stop him, but Tyr was too quick. She could only stand by and watch. The guards around them also recognized the hamr, but its sudden appearance made them all feel tense.
Tyr didn’t see Thor, so he looked to Freyja with an inquiring gaze, hoping for an answer.
Freyja didn’t speak. She couldn’t admit in front of the army that she didn’t know, nor could she assert that Thor had died. So, she just glared at Tyr for a mont and then turned to leave.
The shield was gone. Chen Ke, along with the three witches, walked towards the palace. In the distance on the plain, so scouts on horseback were retreating.
Tyr wasn’t foolish enough to try picking up the hamr. He ordered the soldiers back to their posts and then caught up with Freyja.
The two rode to the front of the palace, where a sword-shaped observation deck was built on the edge of a cliff. From there, they could see the guards starting from the military path, moving down the winding mountain road.
From the observation deck, looking down at the green plain, the people were as small as dots. Their scouts were hurrying back, and on the watchtower near the valley, crossbown were ready.
"Why are you so lancholy? We need not fear them," said Tyr.
"I’m not afraid of them. Odin once had that dream..." Freyja said.
At this mont, they were alone on the observation deck, with the wind making a bit of noise.
"You need not fear, Freyja. Asgard will not fall today," Tyr reassured Freyja.
The Asgardian army gathered at the foot of the mountain. The force of six thousand was already in battle formation. On the distant plain, four wanderers also stopped, facing the army across a shallow stream.
Chen Ke summoned a great moonlight sword and stuck it into the ground. He pressed his hands on the hilt and gazed at the sword-shaped observation deck on the mountain peak. Two small figures stood on it, looking this way.
"Who do you think is standing up there?" Sleery asked.
"I’m not very familiar with Norse mythology. Besides Freyja, Odin, and Thor, what other gods do they have?" Chen Ke looked at Xu Jing and Diana.
Diana remained silent, wrapped in her cloak, while Xu Jing, to ease the awkward atmosphere, said, "The god of lies Loki, the god of war Tyr, the god of light Bader... that’s all I know."
"Bader..." Diana, hearing this na, rembered sothing.
"Will they be as strong as Thor?" Sleery asked again.
"Not necessarily. If they were truly that powerful, there wouldn’t have been no one coming to Thor’s aid when I killed him," Chen Ke added.
"Perhaps they just didn’t know," Xu Jing said again.
Chen Ke smiled slightly. He looked towards the mountain peak, reaching his hand in the direction of the palace.
The army across the stream was forming ranks, and several mounted leaders patrolled back and forth in front of the formation, casting hostile glances at Chen Ke and his group. A vast killing intent surged towards Chen Ke, which he absorbed with impunity, the tir at the corner of his eye constantly ticking.
At the center of the Torch Tower ruins, the handle of the hamr moved slightly, then gently floated up.
A few guards heard the commotion and looked towards the hamr, only to see a bolt of lightning shoot straight up, then swiftly fly down the mountain.
The hamr flew rapidly, following the waterfall of the mountain stream downwards, skimming over fragrant tender grass, then slightly arcing upwards, it traced a curve over the heads of the army’s formation.
The hamr streaked through the air at high speed, shattering the sound barrier. It flew towards Chen Ke, spinning, and as it neared to less than 20 ters away, its speed suddenly slowed, the handle turned around, and Chen Ke caught it in his hand.
Chen Ke held the hamr and watched as it slowly transford into a silver shotgun.
"Now they know," Chen Ke said.
The guard riding at the front of the army saw Chen Ke holding the hamr and was montarily stunned. He then imdiately urged his horse to the back of the formation, and shortly after, several guards were riding up the winding mountain road.
The news of the hamr quickly reached Freyja and Tyr.
Both looked sowhat grim. Tyr was still unwilling to believe that the hamr had changed hands. He pondered the origin of the hamr in Chen Ke’s hand.
"You said that hamr turned into a strange weapon?" Tyr asked the guard.
"I saw it with both my eyes. I was standing in the front row of the formation. He summoned back the hamr, and then it beca a silver rod," the guard said firmly.
"Thor..." Freyja felt a bit downcast. She clenched the hilt of the Sword of Victory, her body trembling slightly.
Tyr was silent for a mont before dismissing the guard. Once it was just the two of them on the observation deck again, he looked at Freyja with a serious expression.
"Freyja, you’re not needed here... let her out," Tyr said.
Freyja looked at Tyr despondently and said, "I don’t know if I can return next ti."
"For Asgard, Freyja... once everything is calm, we will find a way to separate you from her." Tyr promised.
Freyja nodded helplessly, closed her eyes, leaned on her sword, and turned her back to Tyr.
A few seconds later, Freyja moved her shoulders slightly.
"Freyja...?" Tyr said softly.
Freyja turned her head, her expression changed. The dignified, lancholic, and uneasy expressions vanished, replaced by arrogance, anger, and disdain.
"That bitch is unworthy of this body. Do not ntion her na in my presence," Frigga said angrily.
Tyr bowed slightly and said, "Asgard is facing a crisis. Lady Frigga, we need your help."
"I am not your tool, Tyr. I was once your master but am now imprisoned within her body!" Frigga exclaid.
"I know... we’ll find a way to separate you two..." Tyr said.
"Screw that separation. Just make her disappear... Who dares to act so arrogantly in Asgard?" Frigga cursed as she looked down at the plain.
The sight of a few thousand soldiers facing off against four people almost made Frigga laugh.
"Thor... might have been killed. The hamr is in the hands of the wanderer down the mountain," Tyr said.
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