Just call me Thor - Chapter 450

Chapter 450: I am Thor
“Kill the Eighth Demon God?” Maxen blinked, taken aback by Thor’s bold statement.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He clapped Mike on the shoulder, his voice serious. “I know you’re upset, and I won’t stop you if you want to charge into the demon army and go on a rampage. But the Eighth Demon God? Forget about it. He won’t come out.”

During their previous encounter, the Eighth Demon God had launched a sneak attack, but Maxen’s counterattack had left him severely wounded.

“He reached level 1,000 with the power bestowed upon him by the Supreme Demon God, right?” Mike asked.

“Right.” Maxen nodded. “He’s still getting used to his newfound power, and my attack hit him hard.”

Despite his level 1,000 status, the injured Eighth Demon God was far weaker than the Progenitor of Ghosts.

If Mike could kill the Progenitor of Ghosts, a wounded Eighth Demon God would be a piece of cake!

“Hold on, I need to figure out how to achieve my third awakening.” Mike pulled out the remaining materials, ready to get started.

[Reminder: You cannot reuse materials within 24 hours.]

Mike thought for a moment, then wrote a message on a piece of paper:

“How to achieve third awakening within 30 minutes.”

If the Eye of Truth didn’t provide any hints, he would try to force it.

[1. Ask a Supreme Being for help.]

There were two conditions for the Eye of Truth’s third awakening: reaching level 400 and cleansing his eyes with the prepared materials for seven days.

Mike had started the cleansing process long ago and had already surpassed level 400.

However, he was still a few days away from fulfilling the seven-day requirement.

Normally, Ares could easily manipulate time to solve this problem.

Professor Gregory’s age, nearly 1,000 years old, was a testament to Ares’s power.

But Mike shook his head, dismissing that option.

He might consider it under normal circumstances.

But with the war raging, Ares was busy. No news from him was the worst kind of news.

Mike didn’t want to be a burden.

A new prompt appeared:

[2. …Force the awakening. Requires triple the materials (21 portions). Forcing the third awakening will result in minor side effects.]

Mike had only one question:

“Will it kill me?”

[No, but…]

He ignored the rest of the message.

Pulling out his Trade Secret Realm pass, he sent a message to Foreskin.

“I need 21 portions of the materials on the list.”

“I’ll settle the bill when I get back.”

Moments after the messages were marked as read, a gold coin materialized before him, a spatial ring embedded within it.

The ring contained the materials he needed.

With everything in place, Mike didn’t rush to cleanse his eyes. He turned to Maxen, addressing the main reason for his visit.

Standing before rows of coffins, Mike raised his arm.

The Shadow Sigil emerged from his sleeve, hovering in mid-air.

He pulled out the Thunderclap Hammer, raising it towards the sky.

“Thunderclap Fate!”

The surrounding souls, drawn to the Shadow Sigil, converged, flowing into it.

At the same time, Thunderclap Fate activated.

Phantom images flickered, depicting scenes of bravery and sacrifice…

The onlookers were moved.

They were seasoned fighters, accustomed to death, but even they couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness.

The souls were gathered into the Shadow Sigil. Their corresponding remains would be returned to Earth, laid to rest in the Forest of Truth.

The number of coffins dwindled, and the souls grew fewer. Only a few powerful Lords remained, requiring more time.

Meanwhile, the two corps were retreating in an orderly fashion.

The most dangerous moment in a battle wasn’t during the attack or defense, but during the retreat.

One misstep could turn into a rout.

Leaving behind a skeleton crew, the rest of the forces withdrew.

The hard-won front line felt eerily empty.

As the last soul entered the Shadow Sigil, Mike felt a wave of exhaustion.

“Let’s go.”

Maxen shouldered his flail, ready to retreat.

He had dismissed Thor’s earlier statement about killing the Eighth Demon God as a joke.

There was no rush to kill a Demon God.

Once Thor became a Supreme Being, he could kill them however he pleased. A single lightning fart would be enough.

For now, they had to be patient. Thor needed to level up.

But Thor had other plans.

“If I kill the Eighth Demon God, can you ensure my survival?” Mike asked.

“I can, but…”

Mike cut him off.

Survival was all that mattered.

Maxen realized that Thor wouldn’t back down without trying.

“You guys go ahead. I’ll stay here with him.”

He ordered the others to retreat. With him here, Thor wouldn’t be in any danger.

From humanity’s perspective, the Eighth Demon God, having fully sided with the Supreme Demon God, needed to be eliminated.

If Thor could pull it off, it would be a major victory.

And even if he failed, Maxen wouldn’t regret accompanying him on this reckless endeavor.

At least Thor had the right attitude. That was a good thing for humanity.

Mike carefully applied the awakening materials to his eyes.

At first, it felt refreshing, then a burning sensation, and finally, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

After using all 21 portions, his eyes were swollen, resembling those of a fish.

The prompt before him was now bold and underlined.

[Third Awakening of the Strongest Talent in History!]

To prepare for the upcoming battle, Mike had forced his third awakening, enhancing the Eye of Truth’s overall capabilities.

His opponent was the level 1,000 Eighth Demon God, and he only had one chance.

If he missed, Maxen would have to drag him to safety.

With his swollen eyes, Mike walked towards the abandoned front line, Maxen by his side.

“You want to kill the Eighth Demon God, but you have to find him first. That guy is seriously injured. He won’t come out.” Even now, Maxen was still trying to dissuade Thor.

This wasn’t a battlefield for a level 499.

Even Ares, at level 499, hadn’t been capable of soloing a level 1,000 enemy.

“Forget about that.” Maxen tried a different approach. “How are you going to find him?”

“Easy.”

Mike shook his cloak, and a cat and a dog emerged.

Each animal carried a speaker in its mouth, flying into the air.

Mike pulled out a microphone, testing the sound.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

His voice, amplified by the speakers, attracted the attention of countless demon creatures.

“I have an announcement to make.” Mike’s voice was calm, but a hint of killing intent lingered in the air. “I am Thor.”

His name echoed through the Eighth Abyss.

The demon creatures went berserk.