60 Entering Battlefield

(1 out of 3 chapters this week)

"I suppose I could give you two a flagship each." Marcus wasn't against that. It might be even better this way.

"Any ideas for the names of these ships?"

The platinum-haired assistant of his pondered for a bit. She then had a look of realisation.

"I know! I think I will name my one —Axiom!"

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"!!!"

Marcus slowly moved his head to the side and looked at Quinella wide-eyed.

At that moment, he had a flashback; he remembered how she mentioned that she would prefer to live in a white tower.

Well, she mentioned that leisurely after he named her and gave her a form.

He then tried to recall anything he added to her programming, such as for the white tower. It's never there. He never enforced specific likes on her. Sure, there are shackles in her programming, but this was random!

That time, he ignored her fancy for a white tower, but this time, it was the second time!

"Say… Quinella, what kind of weapon would you take to a battle if you could?"

"...Hmm? Any specific preferences?" As his Assistant, she aims to answer all his fancy and random questions.

"No, what do you prefer? If you had a large arsenal of weapons?"

"...I guess, a sword?"

Marcus' eyes for a second trembled as he proceeded to hug his assistant more fiercely than ever before.

"I see—I see, this is very good, an exciting development!" The inventor said with a smirk on his lips.

'Quantum physics? Some sort of soul entanglement? It could be possible to have some sort of echo. She is a very powerful psychic, after all.'

The younger Goldman realised that his Quinella has a very uncanny resemblance to the OG Quinella. She developed likes to what the OG version used to prefer, like the White Tower; even a name for the flagship is the same name she used to name her church, Axiom!

He even asked her preferred weapon, and she answered with a sword.

That makes three things! Three things they have in common: these things were not part of his programming!

'How interesting!'

While Serafall was confused, Quinella didn't comment on the fierce hug! Nope! The more the merrier, in her opinion.

"Well, with Tirpitz placed for refurbishment, we can return to my workshop; we must prepare for war." He said that while hugging his Assistant.

"And me!?"

"You?"

"Yeah! You gave her an Airship! What about me?" Serafall pouted and puffed at him.

"Right, forget about that."

"What do you mean you forgot? We only talked about this a few short minutes ago!"

'One forgets about such minor things when he realises that his creation based on fiction turns into reality.' He mumbled that to himself as he looked at the heat source he was hugging.

'How amazing is that.'

It made him think if he would inva—- visit other realities.

It's a possibility.

"Sure, you can take the 04." He casually handed over the Airship capable of levering a pantheon.

"Yes!"

"Oh, can I repaint my Axiom?" Quinella asked him.

"Sure, I even insist. Oh, if you come up with some ideas, send them to me as well. Since you have your airship, I could classify it as an independent battalion; this means original colours and even original machinery if you want." He said with a gleam in his eyes. Now he was interested; he wanted to see how much had been 'carried over' from the original Quinella!

"Oh, that's great! I can start playing~," As Quinella said, she was about to get out of his hug, but then her eyes trembled with conflict. She didn't want to leave; his Assistant had a conflicting look.

"Don't worry, we can hug as much as you want later." He jokingly commented as he noticed the hesitation in the platinum-haired girl.

"O-Okay!"

As she swiftly left to 'have fun'. Marcus looked at Serafall next to him and Enterprise some distance away, gazing at the Battleship.

"We should go as well."

"Gah! Wait! I need to customise colours and name the airship!"

"You can do that in the Space Centre if you haven't noticed; we are in the docks." He eye-rolled at her 'competitive' spirit. Not wanting to fall behind Quinella is fine, but she needs to be smooth as his Assistant.

"Oh, right!"

As the trio proceeded to walk back, Quinella was already on her way to the Space Centre to organise everything for her airship and the battalion she would have under her!

"Admiral."

"Hmm? What is it?"

"What happened? You emit quite a bit of happiness?" Enterprise was curious. His happiness 'level' was at a similar level to when she first woke up.

"You noticed?"

"Of course. You made me psychic for a reason." The Ship Girl nodded at his response; she was even feeling slightly offended that he thought that she was not sensing anything!

"True. Well, you see, it appears there is some sort of resonance with my Quinella and the source I have based her on."

"..."

"...Huh? What do you mean by 'resonance'!?" Serafall asked with confusion.

As the trio arrived at the station, they waited for their ride.

"Exactly what I am saying. Quinella mentioned three things unrelated to her experience as a living being and what I have programmed into her."

"...Are you saying that something is happening to her!?" Satan Leviathan is starting to freak out.

"No, relax, nothing like that. You can say that I am finding clues to different realities." He shrugged off her panic.

"...Still, don't you think it's dangerous? She is an integral part of your Faction."

"It's not like that. Nothing is happening to Quinella. Nothing COULD happen without us finding something. If you haven't realised, the fortifications here are considerable.

What I think is happening to her is some sort of quantum soul echo or mirroring from a different reality."

"..."

"..."

"...Wait! Hold it! Retract that for a moment! What do you mean she is like her other reality version? Explain!" Serafall's eyes started to spin. It was like she got a status ailment: confusion from a Pokemon game!

"Think this way: I am aware of other places and have based my creation on games, web novels and stuff like that. In a sense, they Could be so identical to their counterparts that they are reacting to each other."

"But for this to happen, a large amount of power is needed, admiral. As far as I know, while I might be strong enough to collapse a dimension, I don't know if my ability could reach another reality with a different set of rules." His ship girl was quickly able to follow what he said; she never questioned any of it.

"I know, but I am not talking about raw destructive power; I am talking about the weight of a soul."

"I see… so gravity? A different type of gravity?"

"...Gaahhhh, what are you two talking about!!!" Serafall was feeling like a baby between these two!

Marcus snickered, seeing her reaction; that moment, their train arrived, and the trio boarded it.

As they got into their seats, the inventor summoned a window screen and, with hand, motioned to change into what he wanted.

"Observe."

A pair of papers appeared between the devil girl and Marcus. They were white and placed one on another; a small gap existed between them.

"When you have something heavy—" A large black ball appeared on the top of the paper and dressed down, starting to bend in." —It starts to cave in from the weight."

"Oh…"

"That's how planets spin around the sun. Basic gravity, but the same applies to power, soul, and many other things. Think this way: why do you sense someone's forces? How can you tell that it's concentrated in one place? It's because your power reacts to that individual's power."

"...Oh, true, when someone is strong, it has a heaviness to it." Serafall nodded, remembering people like Sirzechs, Nyx and, of course, Marcus.

"Indeed, but don't get me wrong, we haven't researched this enough; we have no idea how a heavy soul reacts to reality or if it's dense enough to touch another reality.

All of this is speculation based on gravity. Another case is my Quinella is an almost perfect copy of Quinella on the other side, and they are resonating." He shrugged after explaining his theories.

"Or both; her soul is dense enough to resonate with Quinella on the other side. Since they are nearly identical, the resonance is in effect. The question is, Admiral, is it affecting them both?" Enterprise question made Marcus think.

While Serafall was pouting silly, it was annoying that he was creating beings which could keep up with him!

"So smart~ as expected of my Enti!" Marcus praised her first, which made her use her hat to hide her face.

"So cute! But yes, what you are saying could be potentially valid. When I created her and you, I wanted it to be as authentic and perfect as possible to what I remember."

"...I understand." The Ship girl looked at her hand, closed her eyes and tried to do something.

"Relax. It's not like it's THAT important; it's more like my gaze is reaching an even bigger horizon."

"Yes. However, I don't want to disappoint."

The inventor smiled as he went over and sat beside her, pulling her in a one-hand hug.

"No need to care about that. It's not like my Enti can disappoint me in ANY WAY."

The silver-haired beauty's blush returned with force as she looked away. She is not 'durable' enough to take such comments!

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As morning arrived, Lilian and Meredeth wanted to see Marcus, but his bed was empty. It looked like he left in a hurry.

"He is most likely busy with the war happening in the Underworld." The Witch of the Goldman family said with a sigh.

"Yes. Our timing is not the best." The girl nodded with some sadness that her idol was busy and she couldn't talk with him.

"Our? It's my brother's! He decided to become famous when Evil Gods were waging war on the Underworld!" The older Goldman sibling complained to her friend.

"Yeah, that." Meredith had no idea how to argue with that. It's like he can decide when Evil Gods invade.

While the pair of magic users were thinking about how to spend time, quite a bit of action was happening in Marcus' base.

Over ten hours have passed since the inventor returned from the Atlantic Ocean.

Marcus didn't waste time; 03 and 04 airships are operational, and the S.P.B.A forces are fully mobilised and ready for action. Ars Almadel Salomonis' main cannon is active, and the targeting system is online.

Initial forces are ready for action. That's right, 'initial'; another five airships are already underway, followed by more troops. Several mecha prototypes are already going through the testing phase.

The inventor rarely designs weapons, but this time, he spends the entire night creating more means to end life.

Once everything was ready, Marcus' group boarded their airships and flew west towards the Baltic Sea.

They have people to pick up before entering the Underworld.

As embarrassing as it is, Baldur and Thor couldn't breach the Abyss barriers cast by Tartarus.

So, the Norse asked if they could join their group. Marcus quickly agreed with that. Though once again, Odin's actions spooked Solomon's Successor, the Allfather knew that Inventor was about to leave, so the One-eyed God messaged him.

As the three airships arrived around Gotland Island in the middle of the Baltic Sea, three beings flew over to them.

Enterprise and another silver-haired beauty with lilac eyes followed Marcus to the hangar.

As the trio walked over, the two gods and a familiar white armoured being flew into the hangar.

"Vali? I wasn't expecting you."

The helmet retracted, revealing sombre-looking silver-haired Lucifer.

"Nyx punched me from Underworld in a sense. A single punch knocked me out; my friends rescued me. By the way, can I summon them? They want to join me in the fight." Vali asked him; the fight against Nyx made him humble, as he wasn't like that in their first meeting several days ago.

"Sure." Marcus agreed and then looked at the pair of Gods.

"My apologies for not telling you about Vali. I am Baldur, and this is my brother Thor." The less bulky blonde Norse respectfully introduced himself.

"It's fine. Vali, in a sense, is a welcome sight." Marcus smiled, seeing the White Dragon Emperor. The girl behind Marcus on his right moved her gaze towards the armoured-clad Devil.

Her gaze was unreadable. She was scanning Vali.

"Right, you just want more 'data'." Vali snorted at the inventor's response.

"You know well enough already! That's great! Anyway, you guys can stay here or come with me on the bridge. It depends on you."

Thor quickly declined the suggestion. He looked like he was in battle mode.

"Me and my brothers will stay here. Loki's rampage ends today!"

"Brothers? Vali, you got adopted?" Marcus asked with an amused look.

"In a way. Anyway, Thor is right. The moment we are in the Underworld, we have things to do."

"Fine. Then sit tight; we are leaving in a few minutes." The Inventor said his piece and proceeded to return to the bridge. The pair of girls followed right after him. The girl with lilac eyes looked at Vali before following Marcus.

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'That girl, she is a dragon, a legitimate dragon in human form.' Albion spoke directly to Vali.

Lucifer's descendants looked at the silver-haired girl. This girl's clothes didn't fit with the current situation at all. She had a similar 'punk' style to him.

The Dragoness wears a black and purple hoodie, slim-fit shorts and white leather high heels.

'Yeah, and her power is absurd. I could feel it was slowly growing.'

'That's because it feels fresh, like very new; she is likely his latest creation. And that other girl, she is even more weird. She feels metal, like some sort of avatar of a machine.'

Albion pondered on what he felt.

'No doubt something Marcus created for his faction.'

'Yeah, we might be able to see them in action.'

Vali slowly nodded, that is, if he doesn't get destroyed again. The enemies they are facing are dangerous Gods.

For now, he should think about it and instead summon his friends.

With a hand motion, his White Dragon Emperor magic circle appeared as he summoned a trio of people.

The first one of notice was a black-haired cat girl dressed in a kimono with three tails.

The second one was a warrior dressed in ancient Chinese armour, with light brown hair, wielding a wooden pole and lastly, a blonde man dressed in a black suit; there was a sheathed sword on his hip; he looked like a swordsman.

"So this is it? Not bad, not bad at all!" The first one to speak is the light brown-haired Chinese warrior guy. He looked around with some excitement.

After all, there is something to look at! There are thousands of men lined up, followed by mechs behind them and a bunch of parked jets.

It was a whole army inside the hangar of the airship.

"They look robotic to me. Not that interesting~nya~" The cat girl shrugged with a bored look.

While the blonde man in the black suit looked on edge while looking around, he was looking for someone.

'So this is it. I am finally inside; just wait, Le Fay! I will get you out of this place!'

"They might look robotic, but I saw first-hand how dangerous these can be," Vali replied to the cat girl's comment.

He then looked at Baldur and Thor, who walked over to the edge of the hangar. They are going to go off the moment they cross to the Underworld.

Sure enough, everyone felt a massive surge of mana flowing through the airship. Such an enormous amount made newcomers stand on the edge.

Seconds later, the vessel moved. They are moving into another dimension!

~~~~~~Underworld~~~~~~

Lands controlled by the Sitri family are full of lush vegetation and countless lakes; the family is renowned throughout the Underworld as leading experts in medicine and hospitals.

However, this time around, these lands are swarmed with black-armoured ghost-like beings who simply won't die!

One of the hospitals ended up being protected by an Ultimate Class Devil named Sairaorg Bael, the Heir of the Bael Family, the Great King Family.

Unlike other Devils, Sairaorg uses physical strength and Touki to utterly destroy any of the incoming wraiths, which Evil Gods made these Wraiths with the idea of nullifying Demonic and Bloodline powers.

"There is no end to these things!" Sairaorg's Knight complained as she saw an endless amount of enemies.

"Try using your powers not directly on them but around them." The Queen of Sairaorg's Peerage commented, as her powers are working somewhat.

Kuisha Abaddon, the Queen of Sairaorg's Peerage, wields the power of a spatial hole. In a sense, it's like miniature wormholes. Redirecting attacks is partially possible for her as long as it doesn't touch the creature.

So, throwing things at them is possible as well.

Not that it does much damage. All the Queen can do is slow them down.

"It's not like they feel pain! Something like making them fall will not hurt them!"

As they continued to defend the hospital, which had Sairaorg's mother, the group didn't even think about leaving as their King didn't want to, not only because of his mother but other patients as well.

But such resistance will eventually come biting them back.

"Oh my, what do we have here?" Crushing Divine energy descended on the place as a woman dressed in black robes slowly landed on the ground. Her distinctive blue and red hair made her look unique.

"You are…"

"It doesn't matter who she is. We will defeat her. We have to." Sairaorg said that as he landed in front of the Goddess. He looked slightly winded as he had been crushing these wraiths for hours.

"Such confidence, but I must give credit where it's due. You survived longer than other pillar families."

"..."

The devils in young Bael's Peerage paled upon hearing that.

"What? You look shocked. All of the Satans are gone. After the Satans, we have the Ultimate class beings like Daihauser and other less-known beings. While they are strong for devils, they are no match for actual God.

Let me show you…"

As she said that, she spread her hands and green and black energy surged. Creatures started to rise from the ground and merge with the wraiths, creating something even more horror-inducing.

"You are the Norse Underworld Goddess!" Seeing that this Goddess can control the dead made the Devils quickly realise who she was.

"Correct! Now die and join their ranks!"

Improved Wraith beings rushed forward. They looked like ghostly horrors, wielding norse weapons like axes and shields, with a corrupting death aura. They were on a different level in the sense of formation battles; they acted like an actual army!

"Regulus, let's do it!"

With a burst of Gold, Sairaorg merged with a Longinus Sacred Gear and formed a golden warrior who rushed forward to fight Hel's forces.

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As the battle slowly became one-sided, a silver spear slammed into the ground and caused a massive shockwave, sending all wraiths and devils flying away.

Only the Goddess Hel covered her face from the burst of energy as she could tank such a shockwave.

"Who dares to interrupt my battle like this!?" The Norse Goddess snarled. She was having a great time! She was so close to getting a soul which could control a Nemean Lion!

"Are you the Norse Goddess of Underworld Hel?" A beautiful female voice asked from above them.

Everyone looked up. The combatants saw a silver-haired girl with silver draconic wings slowly landing on the ground next to the spear.

"Yes, and you are?"

"My Emperor has struck a deal with Odin. The Allfather exiled you and Loki from your Pantheon. I am here to take you in." The girl plainly explained with a borderline bored voice.

"Ha! Do you think you can take me in? Haven't you noticed? My forces surrounded you!"

"Surrounded? You call this 'surrounded'? An army of mosquitos. Let me show you what I do with mosquitos."

The Silver-haired girl's wings proceeded to glow.

[Balance Breaker]

A female draconic voice spoke from somewhere. Silver energy surrounded the dragon girl. Her height slightly increased as she ended up clad in lithe silver armour, and her spear got much more ornament and royal.

Most importantly, this transformation magnified her power many times.

"Who—are you?"

"What a stupid question to ask. Wasn't this war waged to attract my Emperor? You beings from the previous generation sure have gal to pull him out from his garage and then ask what am I?

I am his dragon, his Empress, the Silver Dragon Empress, Gu Yuena, and now I shall teach you why you should not provoke a sleeping dragon."

With a casual lift of her spear, all of the wraiths contrasted. It looked like space had shrunk around them. The move squeezed the very existence out of them.

With a simple move, the Silver Dragoness crushed Hel's army into metal scraps.

"Damn…"

"She controls space! But the scale! How strong is this girl!?" Kuisha was awed by the sheer scale of space control this girl could wield!

It's like she is a Goddess of Void of some sort!

Goddess Hel looked around as she saw the aftermath of the attack. All that was left was scrap metal!

"Shall we? I still need to test my powers. You see, I am pretty grumpy after being awakened and shipped to the battlefield. Instead of getting a beautiful welcome, all I got was wartime regulations.

Now I need to release this pent-up desire to crush bugs."

The taunting and annoying voice from the armour-clad dragon girl is starting to bug the Underworld Goddess!

"Fine! I will show you what happens when a little girl thinks she can fight a Goddess!"

With a furious roar, the Norse Goddess lunged at Gu Yuena. However, the black-robed Goddess just— floated; her movement slowed, and it looked like she stopped moving!

"Well? I am waiting. Are you going to attack me?" The armour-clad dragoness moved her head to the side. She is pretending to be confused.

"Oh, right! I am sorry; my power is so strong that I don't even know the limits of it. Let me reel it in so that you could attack me~"

The Goddess mid-air trembled from anger as she realised that her opponent was mocking her!

With a roar, she released a blast of death and decaying energy towards the silver-haired girl.

But once again, the blast didn't even float out from the Hel's area!

"Careful, don't kill yourself; I still need to bring you back to my Emperor."

With a single step, the dragon girl appeared behind the Norse Goddess. The red and blue-haired woman tried to turn around, but her speed of turning around was slower than a turtle.

Gu Yuena's spear ended up slapping Hel's face. The force of smack nailed the Underworld's Deity into the ground.

There was no competition. It was a one-sided beatdown. Still, the Goddess tried to stand up and try to attack.

"This isn't over—*Oof*!"

The Silver-Haired Empress' fist slammed into Hel's gut as she collapsed on her knees before assuming the fetal position.

She was twitching from all that pain.

"How pathetic is this? I can't believe he sent me to do this." The Dragoness' helmet retracted as she looked at the collapsed form of the Norse Deity.

She then looked at the onlookers.

They all look shocked at the short, one-sided beatdown.

"You all should return to the hospital and find somewhere safe. My Emperor's forces have arrived. Soon, this place will turn into a battlefield." The Silver Dragon Empress said to the devils.

"Who are you? I never heard of Silver Dragon Emperor." Sairaorg replied to the armoured dragon girl.

"Emperor? I am Empress; my Emperor is my Emperor; we are a Duo of new Dragon Emperors."

"...New… is that even possible?"

"Look at what is before you and come to your conclusion. I am not here to persuade anyone." Gu Yuena countered his words with an annoyed shrug, then used her spear to pick up the Goddess Hel. In a sense, it looked hilarious, as the Dragoness was treating the Goddess like a sack of potatoes.

Once she got what she came here for, she flew away rapidly. Well, it's more like reality pushed her towards a direction at enormous speed.

This girl's powers were not some draconic abilities like Boost or Divide; no, this was manipulation of space at an absurd level!

"Damn, who is this Emperor? This guy created a hot girl." Rook of Sairaorg complimented after seeing the dragoness' looks.

"Pretty sure it's Marcus Goldman. He is here most likely to find out what happened to Satan Leviathan. As far as I know from the rumour, she was his Girlfriend." Sairaorg said with crossed arms.

He doesn't know how to feel about the whole idea that forces from all sorts of Pantheons are treating the Underworld like some sort of sandbox where they can play war.

"Damn, dude just created girls for himself, no wonder Satan Leviathan is so grumpy all the time." Sairaorg's Peerage members tried to lighten up the mood. Not that it was helping as those ghostly creatures destroyed everything, only the main building standing, which they were guarding.

~~~~~~Elsewhere, Underworld~~~~~~

In the skies of the Underworld, Baldur and Thor have cornered Loki, who was wearily looking at the Norse Gods.

"That's enough, Loki! It appears your 'friends' have abandoned you." Thor mocked the Trickster God, who was smiling the whole time.

Behind Thor, some distance away, was Baldur, who was here as an extra just to make sure Loki didn't trick Thor into something absurd.

In a sense, this was the Norse telling the Devils that they were treating this situation seriously, well, as serious as it gets with their Pantheon. They have no interest in Evil Gods and their war. But removing Loki and his goons is something they will help with.

"Not quite Thor…"

The Frost Giant rushed at hammer-wielding God, who scoffed at the idea of fighting Loki of all people. Their difference between powers is vast, like the ocean.

Their fists collided midair, causing a large shockwave. Loki lost this collision as he was sent flying back, but there was a pained smirk on his face.

"You think you can take both of us at the same time!? Don't make me laugh—Ughh!???" Thor looked at his hand, which started to darken!

"What is this!?"

"Aghhhn!!!!"

The blonde God started to scream from the sheer pain he was feeling.

"What did you do to Thor? Loki!" Baldur swiftly rushed over to inspect his brother, but the spreading of the darkness continued through Lightning God's body.

"Hahaha, courtesy of Angra Mainyu! He gave me this pendant to deal with you!"

"You fool! Why are you taking items from the incarnation of Evil!? Have you lost all reason!?" Baldur snapped at the Frost Giant for his foolishness, but at that moment, Thor's scream turned inhumane as he turned into a blob of black dirt!

"...Impossible, Thor is one of the most powerful gods in the world! How can this thing consume him so quickly?"

As the oldest of Odin's sons looked at this with sheer disbelief, the black dirt rushed at Loki, whose grin had turned feral.

The black dirt started to merge with Loki as his skin turned frost blue, and his height increased to around 3 to 4 metres; Loki's power immensely grew as he took Thor's power!

"No more mocking, isn't it? Let me show you my power! Baldur!" Loki swung his fist, which was full of black lightning, rushing towards the Norse God.

Baldur swiftly dodged and proceeded to summon his weapon, but Loki's other fist slammed into him, sending him flying into the mountains in the distance.

The punch was devastating as the world was spinning for the oldest son of Odin.

"Now, witness the power I have acquired!"

The Frost Giant's body glowed with black haze, and torrents of black and green lightning descended where Baldur had crashed.

'His power is unstable; some attacks are dangerous to me, but others just tickle.'

The Norse God noticed that Loki's new form was unstable as well. His limbs inflate and then shrink.

"You are all talk, Loki. You can barely handle Thor's power!"

"Ha! You are jealous that I took it instead of you!"

The Frost Giant scoffed as he charged forward and tried to smash the smaller God with his enlarged body.

'It appears that power is corrupting his mind as well.'

Baldur proceeded to annoy the God of Mischief even further as he realised that Frost Giant was becoming more unstable.

"As if I need power. You are the only weakling around here, Loki!"

"You dare to call me weak when I took Thor's power!?" With a roar, Loki's fist inflated as he smashed the Norse God into the ground.

Baldur coughs some blood from the impact.

"Not taught now, are you?"

Loki proceeded to pin the oldest son of Odin to the ground and then started punching the daylight out of him!

A rain of fists, full of black lightning, descended on the Norse God.

Going faster and faster, the Frost Giant proceeded to laugh wildly with each delivered punch until he just stopped in his tracks.

"W-What is happening!?"

"Haven't you realised yet? You took Thor's powers through a curse, and the same curse started to affect you as well."

Sure enough, Loki started to melt like a slab of ice left in the desert.

Baldur swiftly removed himself and took some space; he watched with fascination and anger how Loki, who had Thor's power, simply melted away, and then the black slob of mud got on crimson fire and burned out.

"Damn you, Angra Mainyu."

This was all the Norse God could say before passing out from all the damage he sustained from the attacks.

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