Just call me Thor

Chapter 481: Use your weapon to kill me or be killed by me



Standing before Ares' IOU, Mike nodded slowly.

"Good stuff," he muttered, then set to work dismantling the wall.

Once the entire wall was separated and stored in his private space, Mike called the others inside. "Take up the floor tiles too, and don't leave the ceiling untouched!" Mike declared with confidence.

From his perspective, the angel race had spent all their savings on a sacrifice to summon dragons to try and eliminate him. They were at war, after all. And in war, raiding the enemy's treasury seemed perfectly reasonable, right?

Walking through the second treasury, Mike couldn't help but marvel, "Ares borrowed quite a lot back in the day!" This treasury was more than ten times larger than the one outside, yet it had been completely emptied...

Mike recalled hearing from a sage in the Core City of Truth that Ares had borrowed items from all over the Temple of Truth. It was a tough time for humanity back then.

The Blood War, which began with Morpheus and ended with Ares, required not just Ares' strength but also manpower, money, and resources to drive the invading abyssal demon creatures from Earth.

Mike wasn't surprised by Ares' IOU to the angel race. What concerned him more was the opponent he was about to face.

"Dragons?" Vladimir, listening to the Thor's musings, volunteered, "Honored master, your humble servant knows a thing or two about dragons!"

With Mike's nod, Vladimir continued, "As one of the Upper Three Races, dragons have two distinct characteristics."

Vladimir raised a finger, "First, powerful dragons have an accompanying source. Their magic and attacks carry source damage, which is incredibly terrifying!"

To help the Thor understand, Vladimir gave an example, "For instance, a dragon of fear can dominate enemies with fear. If the enemy feels fear, the damage and control time they suffer will increase."

After explaining, Vladimir raised another finger, "Second, dragons are categorized by the material of their scales. For example: bronze dragons, silver dragons, emerald dragons, diamond dragons..."

Fearing Mike might misunderstand, Vladimir added, "These materials don't represent the dragon's strength. There are powerful bronze dragons and weak diamond dragons..."

After Vladimir's explanation, Mike casually remarked, "I already know all that."

With the Eye of Truth, such basic information was readily available to Mike. He had given Vladimir a chance to prove his loyalty, and fortunately, he seemed loyal enough for now. Exiting the treasury, Mike stood on a small hill, gazing into the depths of the valley. Vladimir cautiously followed, ears perked to hear what his master might say. He heard Thor muttering, "Golden dragon, golden dragon, golden dragon..."

Vladimir: ...

Among Thor's powerful followers, Vladimir was the most experienced and cunning. From the tenth floor to the thirty-second, Vladimir had witnessed most of Thor's challenges.

Looking into the valley alongside Thor, Vladimir couldn't help but wonder how the dragon race, one of the Upper Three Races, would fare against the human race's fourth potential Supreme Being, Thor.

...

As the valley's Sacrifice Array activated, the black mist waited silently. Beside the mist stood an eight-winged angel, bathed in pure holy light, appearing exceptionally sacred.

This angel, named Gabriel, wore a red cloak and had a solemn expression. Among the angels residing on the thirty-second floor, Gabriel was the most powerful, often referred to as the quasi-archangel.

The black mist broke the silence, "Why so little?"

By rights, the angel race should have had considerable savings. When the Tower of Truth was built, the thirty-second floor was stocked with many resources.

Over the years, as human powerhouses challenged the tower, the angel race quietly reaped profits. The accumulated resources should have been immense!

Yet, when the black mist arrived, the largest treasury was empty, and even the outer treasury seemed sparse!

Gabriel replied coldly, "Many years ago, someone borrowed everything from the treasury." The black mist was taken aback, immediately asking, "Who dared to do that?"

The human powerhouses who reached this floor were at most level 499. Gabriel was a nine- star Lord; to forcibly take the entire treasury from him... how strong must that person have been?!

"I dare not speak his name," Gabriel said, his light wings unfurling to reveal a terrifying scar.

The black mist was stunned again. Before him, he clearly saw a terrifying sword scar on Gabriel's light wings and back! All of Gabriel's light wings had once been severed by a single sword!

"Two, four, six..." The black mist counted the scars, stunned once more. Gabriel had four extra scars on his back!

Gabriel nodded, "Indeed, I was born with four more wings than others of my tier."

In angelic beings, strength was judged by the number of wings. If the number of wings was the same, then by color. Black was stronger than other colors, white was weaker.

Gabriel was born with four extra wings, once a twelve-winged quasi-archangel! At level 989, even some Quasi-Gods were no match for him!

The black mist exclaimed, revealing the truth, "You were the angel race's potential Supreme Being of this generation?!"

"Yes." Mentioning the past, Gabriel's expression remained unchanged, speaking calmly, "Before I encountered that swordman, I was my race's potential Supreme Being, a twelve- winged black angel."

Gabriel's calm words were like the dead silence beneath a vast icy plain, sending a chill through the black mist. Gabriel's heart as a powerhouse had died two hundred years ago.

The eight-winged light angel Gabriel spoke calmly and composedly, "Unfortunately, I am no longer the angel race's potential Supreme Being."

Gabriel's fate left the black mist in silence. Among the myriad races, the Nine Races were absolute powerhouses. The angel race, part of the Middle Three Races, was among the top in

both strength and potential.

Most crucially, the being within the black mist had once been the angel race's potential Supreme Being of the previous generation! In other words, at the same level, the black mist was no match for peak Gabriel!

Such a powerful Gabriel had lost to a level 499 human Supreme Being?!

"Are you mocking me?" The black mist's voice was clearly angry, "You, as your race's potential Supreme Being, lost to him, and even lost your will to be a powerhouse?"

The black mist could see that the Gabriel before him had long since lost his heart.

"My race?" Gabriel's expression remained calm, speaking indifferently, "You, who betrayed the angel race to join the ghost race, what right do you have to speak of my race?" The other angels might not know the black mist's origins, but Gabriel, as the angel race's potential Supreme Being, had the right to know more ancient secrets.

The angel race's previous potential Supreme Being, in his quest for the Supreme position, paid a great price. After failing, that archangel defected to the ghost race, replacing the ghost race's potential Supreme Being! It was the black mist before him!

If any other angel dared speak to the black mist this way, they would have been killed long

ago. But Gabriel's heart was already dead; living was like being a walking corpse. Perhaps, for Gabriel, living was the greater torment.

For this reason, the black mist didn't kill Gabriel but instead asked with interest, "By your account, you've seen all three generations of human Supreme Beings?"

Gabriel nodded.

"Tell me about the first two." The black mist was clearly interested in the so-called human Supreme Beings. In their era, humans couldn't cultivate, let alone have Supreme Beings. Who would have thought that after the Tower of Truth descended, in just a few hundred years,

humanity would produce three Supreme Beings!

"Morpheus?" Gabriel shook his head, "There's nothing to say about him; you'll never see through that man."

The black mist was puzzled. Mystery was the most prominent label on Morpheus.

"Though I've been trapped on this floor, I've heard bits and pieces over the past few hundred

years," Gabriel said calmly, "Three hundred years is but a fleeting moment, and Morpheus's contributions to humanity's current state are undeniable."

The black mist had little interest in humanity.

"Go on, what about the second one?"

"Ares..." Gabriel paused, then spoke again, "That swordman is the strongest among the three

generations of Supreme Beings."

Clearly, this was Gabriel's personal opinion. The black mist didn't agree. In the black mist's view, no matter how terrifying Morpheus or Ares was, they couldn't be stronger than Apollo. Spanning two worlds, Apollo had casually struck down a level 999 Chaos race powerhouse with a single Lightning! That Lightning had left a deep psychological shadow on the black

mist!

The black mist pressed, "How strong?"

Gabriel replied seriously, "Strong enough... to defeat me before I could surrender."

The black mist: ...

The black mist snorted, "Originally, I planned to take you off this floor, but seeing you in this useless state, you're of no use anymore."

Faced with the black mist's insults, Gabriel felt nothing. Let them insult. For so many years,

he had lived in a daze.

Once a brilliantly shining Star of Tomorrow, he had fallen from the sky, never to rise again, blending into the crowd.

His people's attitude towards him had slowly changed: encouragement sympathy anger → shame → insult helplessness numbness. In the end, everyone gave up on him. "You're suffering just by living." The black mist sneered, "Go, stand at the valley entrance and block the human race's fourth potential Supreme Being. Don't say I didn't warn you, Thor participated in the siege of the Progenitor of Ghosts, he's no pushover."

Gabriel walked forward, speaking calmly as he went, "Was the Progenitor of Ghosts really

that strong?" He turned to look at the black mist, a slight smirk on his lips, his tone showing

the first hint of fluctuation.

For a moment, the black mist seemed to see a twelve-winged black angel standing before him. Gabriel scoffed, "At the same tier, I could kill him like slaughtering a dog."

With that, Gabriel turned and left. Such a dazzling genius, such an unrestrained powerhouse,

had completely fallen after encountering that sword...

Suddenly, the black mist seemed to have a different understanding of 'human Supremen/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Beings.'

Could it be that all human Supreme Beings were as strong as Apollo?! If that were true, it

would be terrifying!

...

At the valley entrance, an angel stood silently, like a statue. Before long, a Cerberus came over, circled the angel, marked it with a spray of urine, and turned to leave.

A while later, a vampire flew over. The vampire scrutinized the angel, nodding repeatedly,

muttering incomprehensible words.

Things like, "Lots of feathers, a fat sheep," "This generation's angel race potential Supreme Being is decent, better than the werewolf race," "The master will surely like it."

After the vampire left, some time passed. A black-robed mage appeared within the angel's

line of sight.

The statue-like eight-winged angel moved. Gabriel looked at the approaching mage, speaking seriously, "I can sense that weapon on you."

Thor nodded, not denying it. "The Thunderclap Hammer is indeed with me." "Use your weapon to kill me." Swish- Eight light wings unfurled, Gabriel's entire being

exuding a terrifying aura, burning with boundless fighting spirit. In that moment, he seemed to return to being the angel race's potential Supreme Being!

The eight-winged light angel, bathed in holy light, spoke coldly and calmly, "Or... be killed by

me!"