Loki shed his blue-skinned, fanged appearance. After contemplating with his active mind, he revealed his next plan.
He was not Odin's child, but Thor's identity was beyond question.
Since both brothers, along with Mjolnir, had been cast down to Midgard, there must be a way back.
Odin intentionally testing them wasn't too difficult to guess.
Since he had entrusted the Ancient One to teach Loki magic, he would also ensure Thor received training, but training always had to yield results.
"Mjolnir wasn't inherited by our hammer-brother, was it? Why do you say that?"
When the topic of Mjolnir came up, Thor's face wasn't very pleasant.
Even now, he was still vexed by Mjolnir choosing a hammer, even grinding his teeth a bit.
Loki's face twitched; he would never acknowledge that hammer as his brother.
He was a Frost Giant, Thor's brother, Frigga's child.
But he had no blood relation to Odin.
Loki now believed this and was gradually convincing himself that this was the "truth."
That hammer, which shared Thor's aura, had not accompanied him throughout a thousand years of growth, thus there was no familial affection.
"Brother, I will help you reclaim Mjolnir. Only you can become the new King of Asgard."
Loki's resolute tone made Thor a bit uncomfortable, as Loki was usually frivolous, but he wouldn't refuse his brother's good intentions.
"So, what do we do first?"
Thor frowned, beginning to engage his somewhat scarce brain in thought.
"First, we need to locate Mjolnir. Odin cast both Mjolnir and that hammer down to Midgard at the same time."
Loki patted his brother's magnificent chest, then turned around, speaking like a seasoned orator.
"Loki, you should call him Father."
Thor dodged Loki's hand, saying with some displeasure.
Unlike Loki, who felt deceived, Thor still revered Odin, though he wouldn't easily express this emotion.
"Alright, brother, but I am the child of a Frost Giant. Our 'Father' could not have sired me, a Frost Giant."
Loki spoke with a provocative tone, then flashed behind Thor, whispering close to his ear:
"Regardless, you are his chosen one. Now you must reclaim your symbol of power and authority, otherwise, everything is empty talk."
After saying this, Loki flashed back to Thor's front. His exquisite illusions were useless against the Sorcerer Supreme, but they were more than enough to influence his simple-minded brother.
This elusive way of speaking could capture the listener's attention, leaving them with little mental energy to ponder if there was a trap in Loki's words.
Loki was very skilled at this level of deception.
"Mjolnir chose it!"
Thor cried out, somewhat exasperated. The cleaver, resting on the ground, scraped a mark on the stone tiles with his agitated movement.
"But you cannot prove that Mjolnir abandoned you. Right now, that hammer simply pleases Mjolnir more."
Loki interrupted Thor without ceremony.
"Tell me what to do. You've always been smarter than me."
Thor, with some anger, sat down where he stood.
Loki, with his back to Thor, wore a joyful expression.
This indicated that his rough brother had chosen to believe his words and, to some extent, offered his support.
"During my studies with the Sorcerer Supreme, I will investigate Mjolnir's whereabouts. Mjolnir is not a divine weapon that mortals can wield; it will surely cause rumors.
The ordinary people of Midgard won't know its true power, but curiosity will drive them to gather.
Once I ascertain its location, the rest will be simple."
Loki said with a cunning smile:
"Then I will return to tell you the specific news, taking you to Mjolnir's location. By then, you will be able to prove directly to Mjolnir that you are the true God of Thunder, and only you can inherit all of Asgard!"
Loki's seductive tone made him sound like a swindler, his voice filled with fervor.
This theatrical aria imbued his words with powerful infectivity!
"Then I shall learn about this place until you come and tell me Mjolnir's location! Honestly, after that battle, I feel like I've become much stronger."
Thor confusedly squeezed his fists. He hadn't felt such an improvement since he became an adult.
"Believe me, brother, it won't be long."
Loki and Thor settled on a temporary plan of action. Loki also noticed the many wounds on his brother's body.
So he activated his magical power to heal Thor.
"We will be the best of brothers, and together we will bring an even more glorious vision to the future of Asgard!"
Loki's voice was almost inaudible, but Thor felt a heartfelt sincerity in those faint words.
"We will always be brothers, Loki!"
Thor gave Loki a bear hug, his bloodstains smearing onto Loki's clothes.
"Now, my brother. We can explore this mountain peak for a while. When the Sorcerer Supreme comes to take me back, we'll part ways for a bit. I can visit you every day."
Loki used to detest Thor's bear hugs, usually conjuring an illusion to escape such embraces.
But this time, he hugged his brother back, sincerely and powerfully!
His arms slapped Thor's back, making a resounding thud.
…
"For the Seven Great Evils of Hell to fully recover their power, they will inevitably unleash the disasters they represent upon this world.
And no matter what kind of disaster, it will form evil. So Azmodan should be the first to appear in everyone's sight."
Bul-Kathos placed the third empty bottle beside him, concluding his analysis.
As he said, Azmodan was indeed not among the top combatants of the Seven Great Evils, but because any negative rule would give rise to a certain degree of evil.
Thus, Azmodan, who could absorb the most power, would resurrect faster than the other demon lords.
"It seems the identity of our first enemy can be confirmed. That seems like good news."
The Ancient One said with a smile.
She could not grasp the full extent of the Hell Lords' power, but the fact that the Hell Lords would not all resurrect simultaneously was undoubtedly good news.
Bul-Kathos could easily deal with Azmodan, and at this time, the world only needed to hold back the demon lord's army.
"No, Azmodan's awakening is merely a signal for the beginning of a disaster! His death will truly draw back the curtain on catastrophe!"
Bul-Kathos directly crushed the neck of a liquor bottle and poured it into his mouth.
Speaking of such vexing topics, Bul-Kathos couldn't be happy.
"Just as Azmodan will resurrect faster due to other negative forces, conversely, after he falls, everything he created will also become sustenance for the other demon lords.
The pain, fear, lies, and other emotions bred by evil will cause the other Hell Lords to awaken rapidly, even restoring them to their peak power!
If I cannot quickly eliminate Azmodan, then this world will directly face the hell brought by the Lord of Sin.
If I can kill him directly, the scattered evil will become the primordial power of the other demon lords, leading to their rebirth and then an even more troublesome war!"
-------------------------------
I've already posted the newest chapters on Patreon!
If you enjoy this story, come check them out and support me there too.
Here's the link: [pat*eon*com/DaoistRoeoNQ]
Thank you so much for your continued support!