Chapter Sixty-Six: I Am a God from Asgard! [New Book Seeking Favorites and Recommendations]

Seeing Sindragosa, wrapped in a storm, heading straight for the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Nick Fury felt his heart sink. Staring at the chaotic monitoring room, he immediately issued an order:

“Everyone, evacuate at once!”

Of course, they’d retreat underground—trying to escape by plane in this wind pressure would be suicide. In the last second before leaving, he glanced at the rapidly approaching Sindragosa, his gaze promising retribution the next time fate granted him the chance, then ducked into the subterranean passage beneath S.H.I.E.L.D. with his team.

The intense wind pressure and energy radiation had destroyed the surveillance equipment; now, only satellite images could observe the scene. In the underground command center, Nick Fury connected with Rogers.

“Captain, this isn’t working. We need Thor’s help,” Fury said, not summoning Rogers right away. “You’re friends, aren’t you? This is the moment your country and its people need you.”

On the other end, Rogers was silent for a long time.

“Fury, as you said, we’ve only just become friends. I’m not sure he’ll help us. Our relationship is decent, but... I’ll try.”

He thought it over, unable to bring himself to refuse. Or rather, now, Thor’s aid might be their only hope. He didn’t want that monster to rampage unchecked.

“All for the sake of protecting this land, this country...” Rogers told himself, though a sense of melancholy welled up. Still, he decided to reach out to Thor for help.

“Thor, it’s me, Rogers.”

“Yes, I know, and I know what you’re going to say. Asgardian friendship is not without value, but you must remember—you only get one chance.”

“Yes, Thor, which is why I ask you as a friend.”

Rogers was always brimming with tact, never giving offense. “Let’s hope this is the last time.”

In truth, Thor had been restless for battle—the warrior’s blood in him boiling—yet Asgard’s pride forbade him from volunteering. After the last incident, he wanted to redeem himself on Earth. Rogers’s request had handed him the opportunity.

Looking at Sindragosa circling in midair, even though he didn’t know what kind of monster she was—something akin to a frost giant, perhaps—his instincts told him she was trouble.

Sizing up the distance between himself and Sindragosa, Thor began to spin his hammer’s handle and hurled Mjolnir skyward, the hammer carrying him swiftly into the clouds.

Below, Roald watched the battle through a psychic link, enjoying the spectacle as if it were a 3D disaster film. He smiled contentedly, then drew a thick stack of cards from his deck.

[Energy Drain], [Dark Infusion], [Anti-Spell Shield], [Silence, Priest]—all cards with various buffs were merged into Sindragosa’s card form.

This was what he called “printing cards on the spot”—not cheating, merely making wise use of resources at the right moment.

Suddenly, a fierce orange glow exploded from Sindragosa in midair. Howling winds swept ice across the sky, dispersing swathes of dark clouds. The sun, exposed from space, shone on Sindragosa’s dragonbone body, radiating dazzling light.

Sindragosa now appeared as another sun beneath the same sky, her extended form resembling Michael enthroned, or the Lord descending to earth in holy glory. The dragon bones from Kunlun City lent her a sacred aura.

“For the—”

Thor raised his arm to shield his eyes from the blinding light, unable to utter his war cry.

A loud clang thundered as a violent collision burst a ring of white shockwaves in the air. Mjolnir rebounded, carrying Thor straight down to earth, smashing a huge crater.

Cracks radiated outward from Thor’s impact, witnessed by many. Outside the disaster zones of Manhattan and Washington, everywhere—televisions, computers, giant screens on the streets, smart billboards—every networked device capable of displaying images showed this scene, save for emergency rescue communications.

A wave of negative emotion swept the populace.

Thor lay stunned in his own crater, a sense of defeat rising within him.

What had happened? As a warrior, he could not tolerate such failure. His hammer, sensing his resolve, began to vibrate fiercely.

“Father, I understand now. I feel I've found my path!”

Affected by Mjolnir, Thor’s intelligence surged—he felt power flooding his body as never before.

Without hesitation, he leapt into the air, caught the hammer with both hands, and charged at Sindragosa, lightning crackling wildly around him. In that moment, the Thunder God truly descended.

Feeling the energy within him, he didn’t know its cause, but as Asgard’s heir and a battle-hardened warrior, Thor would once again show the world the might and authority of the God of Thunder.

With lightning at his command, could he still be struck down?

Thor grinned, flags seemingly planted behind him, as Mjolnir carried him higher—matching Sindragosa in altitude. Thunder flickered in the sky, blue bolts converging on his hammer.

Seeing Thor prepare to unleash his ultimate attack, Roald activated [Energy Drain] and [Anti-Magic Shield] once more.

Countless branches of lightning traced blue scars across the sky. Thor raised Mjolnir high, gripping the handle tightly as thunder gathered into a massive dragon, striking his hammer.

Mjolnir erupted in brilliant lightning, quickly enveloping Thor. In an instant, a set of silver Norse armor appeared on him.

Feeling the enhancement, bathed in thunder, Thor prepared to swing his hammer at the enemy.

Thor used the [100,000 Volts] skill.

Sindragosa used [Energy Drain].

The dragon bones possessed high innate magic resistance, and with the qi from Kunlun, plus Roald’s [Energy Drain] and other buffs, as Thor rushed in, an intense orange light erupted.

Thor watched as the lightning on himself and Mjolnir was absorbed by the bone dragon before him. The thunder fizzled out, stuttering and fading, and Thor was struck down from the sky by a single claw.

This time, it was even worse than before.

Sindragosa’s claw, charged with absorbed thunder, shredded most of his armor. The backlash made Thor’s arms tremble and his breath falter.

Gripping his hammer, he was bewildered—it felt unreal.

He hadn’t worn this armor on Earth before, but at this moment, he felt defeat.

Yet, it only stirred his warrior’s resolve.

Thor climbed up again, staring at Sindragosa shining like a second sun in the sky, raising Mjolnir high.

“No matter who you are! What you face is the God of Thunder, son of Odin, heir to Asgard—Thor!”

Thor’s voice boomed with authority.

“Come again!”

After his fierce declaration, Thor spun the hammer, stamped his foot, and soared toward Sindragosa.

“he—tui!”

Mid-charge, Sindragosa merely glanced at him, her draconic maw gathering immense power. Bitter frost formed, then blasted Thor as he rushed upward.

Unable to brace himself in midair, Thor was knocked down once more, crashing into the ground. Mjolnir spun from his grasp, landing with a loud clang.

Roald watched and nodded with satisfaction.

Testing Sindragosa’s capabilities against the God of Thunder had yielded excellent results.

But suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded behind him.

“You are... guilty!”