Chapter 70: I, Allen, the Thunderfire Hammer King
"The Thunder God from Asgard, you shall sleep here for eternity."
Ares grabbed Thor's hair with one hand and withdrew the divine sword embedded in his abdomen. He pointed the blade at Thor's heart, preparing to end his life.
Suddenly, he turned his head and stared at Allen, who was wrapped in shadows.
"Brother-in-law, you can see me?"
Allen held the God Killer Sword in one hand and Mjolnir in the other, having entered stealth mode to launch a sneak attack.
Yet, the invisibility that had worked flawlessly countless times before had now failed.
"A lowly trick. The eyes of a god can pierce through the void."
Ares swung his sword in an overhead slash.
A terrifying burst of divine power erupted like a missile exploding in Allen's embrace.
Boom!
His entire body turned into a straight line, crashing into the ruins in the distance.
"Now that I've dealt with the annoying insect, it's time to send you on your way."
Ares cast an emotionless gaze toward Thor.
Thor clutched his wound, his eyes filled with despair.
As Asgard's war god, he held a position equivalent to Ares in Olympus. Because of this, people often compared the two, which made Thor dismiss Ares with disdain.
But now, he had suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of someone he looked down upon, filling him with humiliation.
The only way he could think of to survive was to cry out to his father for help.
Yet, if he did, he would never be able to lift his head again.
Zeus would surely spread the news at the Council of Gods, disgracing Asgard. Even if he survived and returned to the palace, he would no longer be fit to inherit the throne.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning struck the ruins.
Allen sprang up, raising the God Killer Sword and Mjolnir high above his head. His armor was renewed, now incorporating many Asgardian thunder god elements.
One obvious trait of Asgardian artifacts was their ability to grant divine power to their wielder, manifesting as divine armor.
(Broke Thunder God, charging in!)
In the next instant, Allen controlled Mjolnir and sent it hurtling forward.
Ares failed to react in time, taking a direct hit to the waist that blasted him several meters away. Taking advantage of this, Allen rescued Thor.
With a smug expression, Allen declared, "Cult Leader, I know you like me, but let me tell you solemnly—I only have Righty in my heart! You'll never get my proud and delicate body!"
"…"
Since when did I like you?
My sexual orientation is perfectly normal, thank you very much.
For a moment, Thor was so shocked he forgot about the pain in his abdomen. One question echoed in his mind:
"How is he lifting Mjolnir? How is he worthy of its recognition? How is this even possible…?"
Compared to the humiliation of defeat, Mjolnir's betrayal hit even harder.
It was like a devoted, virtuous wife suddenly falling into the arms of a strange man—more than just broken, his heart felt utterly crushed.
Bang!
Ares returned, swinging his sword in fury.
"So what if you wield artifacts? A mere insect remains an insect!"
He rained down blow after blow, relentlessly pressing Allen down.
Fortunately, Allen's fully enclosed armor, enhanced by the Thunder God's power, allowed him to withstand the onslaught.
"Oh la oh la oh la…"
One hand swung Mjolnir wildly, the other hacked with the God Killer Sword.
Their fight lacked elegance—nothing but a brutal brawl.
From a distance, Thor watched the two clash like madmen. Suddenly, a memory surfaced.
The previous owner of Mjolnir… was his sister, Hela.
When he was very young, Hela had left Asgard for a time and joined a team known as the Guardians of the Galaxy. Some of their former members were strong enough to make even Odin wary.
"This doesn't make sense."
Thor frowned. "He's just a mortal. There's no reason for him to be connected to Hela."
The problem was, Hela had defected from Asgard and joined the Underworld. He had no way to verify any of this.
At this moment, Allen and Ares had fought from the underground to the sky, then back to the ground, leveling the Nazi bunker complex.
However, in this battle, Allen was clearly at a disadvantage, spending most of his time taking blows.
They had fought continuously for a full fifteen minutes.
Boom!
Allen was once again smashed into the ground. Ares, slightly out of breath, was beginning to pant.
"With a sword in my left hand and a hammer in my right, I can go for three nights straight."
Allen flipped back onto his feet.
Ares didn't waste words and resumed his attack.
"You got nothing, mutt? I once fought from South Sky Avenue all the way to Cloud Nine Nursing Home without even blinking."
"You're just rubbing against the outside—you haven't even gotten in. And you expect me to scream? Who's gonna scream for you?"
"Alright, alright, just hit a little harder. I'll die for you right now."
…
Ares grew more furious with each strike. Meanwhile, Allen never shut up.
After an hour, he had yet to repeat a single line.
Diana, who had been playing dead, finally woke up. Watching their battle, she started to doubt reality itself.
Huff…
Ares was panting heavily.
His anger had turned into fear.
No matter how much he attacked, this guy just wouldn't die. It was as if he was trying to exhaust Ares to death instead.
"No more pretending. Time to reveal my hand."
Allen grinned shamelessly. "Explosive Titan—Transform!"
Once again, he raised his sword and hammer.
Engineering, blacksmithing, transmutation, and enchantment—all four alchemical disciplines activated at once.
In an instant, fire and lightning converged into a storm, engulfing Allen at its center.
A terrifying aura surged within the Thunderfire Storm.
For over an hour, Allen had seemed to be on the receiving end of a beating. In reality, he had been absorbing Ares's power, his armor acting like a bottomless reservoir, finally reaching full capacity.
The two gods and one demigod stared at the storm in shock, eager to see what would emerge.
The storm eventually faded.
Allen's armor and weapons had transformed once more.
Golden lightning flickered across his sleek armor, clearly infused with both thunder and fire divine power.
He now wielded only a single long-handled hammer, crackling with dazzling golden lightning.
Boom!
The hammer struck the ground.
With one hand on his hip, Allen declared boldly:
"You're facing the Northwest Hammer King. No one can save you now."
Fast!
In the blink of an eye, Allen vanished.
Ares didn't even see him move before searing pain shot through his back.
Boom!
Golden lightning burst forth. Smoke rose from the void as electricity crackled.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!"
Allen raised his hammer and mercilessly pounded Ares into the ground.
Fragments of Ares's divine armor shattered and flew off.
Still unsatisfied, Allen grabbed Ares and hurled him skyward.
Then, he swung his hammer for a follow-up.
Before Ares could land, he was sent flying even higher.
In a flash, Allen was already above him, ready to bring his hammer down.
The sudden reversal of the battle left Thor and Diana in utter disbelief.
He was just a mortal. A madman, even.
But the explanation was simple—his alchemical armor had absorbed Ares's full-power attacks, storing the energy.
Combine that with the God Killer Sword and Mjolnir, and if he couldn't dominate this fight, the problem wouldn't be the gear—it would be him.
From the moment Ares's sword failed to kill him, Allen had already formulated his plan.
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