Just call me Thor

36  I'm just here for the popcorn

The thick intent to kill was almost spilling out through the screen, potent enough to make children cry at night and flowers wither!

"Szzzz—"

Suddenly, the TV screen flickered and went black.

Mike, holding the power cord in his hand, said disdainfully,

"I thought Battle Lords were supposed to be tough. Why don't you come at me through the internet cable then?"

Having unplugged the demon cult leader's internet cable, Mike had no time for idle chatter.

[Eye of Truth]: If you make eye contact with him for more than 10 seconds, unknown dangers could arise!

In fact, Battle Lords could indeed kill from a distance! Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Even the sacrificial array here was activated remotely.

"There's quite a stir here; the city defense department must have noticed by now. Clean up and evacuate quickly!"

Mike looked around.

The office, serving as the demon cult leader's safe house, originally contained many valuable items for emergencies.

Unfortunately, the previous battle was so intense that most of the items were destroyed.

Mike quickly salvaged a few valuable things from the ruins, too rushed to take a closer look, and stuffed them into his pockets.

"Time to bail!"

Before leaving, Mike didn't forget one crucial thing.

He took out the Lone Wolf badge and pressed it into the ashes where Arthas had died, leaving the imprint of a Lone Wolf badge!

A wolf travels miles, always leaving a trace.

"Let's move!"

Mike jumped out of the third-floor window, landing gracefully on the concrete below, looking very dashing.

"Windstride Slash!"

Mike appeared behind a dummy at high speed and casually stowed it in his backpack.

This wasn't Mike being frugal, but rather him trying to erase any traces of his actions to avoid any clues about his true identity being discovered.

His figure flickering, Mike's mastery of the Windstride Slash grew more proficient, handling it with ease.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

All the decoy dummies were collected by Mike, and most traces were cleaned up.

Mike's figure disappeared into the city's night horizon.

5 minutes after the battle, 4 minutes after Mike left.

The silence of the night was shattered by the sound of sirens as dozens of vehicles sped into the old factory, surrounding an office building.

Hundreds of elite Battle Soldiers jumped from the vehicles, taking up strategic positions with their guns and weapons all aimed at the office building.

A man with a megaphone, full of confidence, shouted,

"Everyone inside, listen up, you are..."

"Shut up!"

A roar exploded in the sky, and an old man with blue flames above his head flew overhead, standing above the crowd.

"Everyone back off, there's a whiff of the Abyssal Plane here, not something you Battle Soldiers should meddle with!"

"It's Blaze Battle Chiefs! He's back from the Abyssal Plane!"

Many recognized the old man as Blaze Morrow, a long-renowned Battle Chief from Florida and a core member of the Morrow family.

Hearing Blaze Morrow's words, the city defense department personnel immediately retreated, organizing the evacuation of the surrounding residents.

Blaze Morrow, as if facing a great enemy, his gaze intensely serious, shouted in a low voice,

"Anyone below the rank of Battle Soldiers, retreat thirty miles!"

"Anyone below the rank of Battle General, retreat eighteen miles!"

"Florida is now in a state of level-one emergency, signs of an Abyssal Plane portal detected!"

Messages flew from his hands, spreading rapidly.

On a radar truck, a communications officer with a headset was frantically working.

"Order from Blaze Battle Chiefs, Florida is in a state of level-one emergency!"

"All cities within a 2000-mile radius of Florida, enter a level-two emergency state!"

"All Battle Chiefs report to the nearest portal!"

"Those who delay the war effort will be sentenced to three years of service in the Abyssal Plane by law!"

"Those who disobey the war order will be executed on the spot!"

The communications officer's voice trembled slightly as he spoke the last sentence.

A level-one emergency meant that an abyssal demon creature might have breached Earth, posing a significant threat to human life and property.

In such cases, any action not complying with the [Planetary Defense Council] is considered rebellion.

When the Supreme Being established this iron law, there were Battle Lords who disagreed, relying on their significant influence and deliberately delaying.

As a result, they were publicly stripped of all duties by the supreme being and sent to a death camp in the Abyssal Plane.

Under the iron law, there was peace.

The tranquility of life on Earth today is built on countless sacrifices.

The orders were executed swiftly, ingrained in the bones of the people, with no one daring to resist.

Within less than a minute, the skies over Florida were filled with piercing alarm sounds.

Several powerful presences, rivaling that of Blaze Battle Chiefs, rose into the sky, taking strategic positions, ready for battle.

Meanwhile, two Battle Chiefs moved rapidly towards Blaze Morrow.

"Blaze, what's going on? Why all the commotion?"

One of them, his face as cold as frost, his eyes deeply serious.

"Speak quickly, I need to report to the higher-ups!"

At the time of the incident, Blaze Morrow was the closest to the site and the first to arrive to take charge.

Blaze Morrow's expression was no less tense as he slowly said, "There's a scent of an Abyssal Sacrifice Array here, look!"

With that, Blaze Morrow swung a fire whip into the air, seemingly striking something, emitting a puff of black smoke with a foul smell.

"It really is!"

The two immediately became more alert.

An Abyssal Sacrifice Array, bridging two realms, summoning abyssal demon creatures.

Given the scale, the summoned creature was at least of Battle Chiefs level!

Possibly even stronger!

This realization shocked all three of them.

A Battle Lords level demon creature!

It had been nearly fifty years since one had reached Earth!

If a Battle Lord level demon creature were to arrive, the three Battle Chiefs present had no chance of resisting.

"Regardless, we're the closest, we must take the lead."

Blaze Morrow slowly said, "According to the 'Emergency Procedures Manual,' I hold the highest rank here and command authority on the scene. You two will follow my orders!"

Before the two could object, Blaze Morrow continued,

"In a moment, I'll enter the office building to inspect the Abyssal Sacrifice Array and gather intelligence. If I encounter a demon creature, I will engage in combat and gather more information. Without my order, you are not to join the battle!"

"If I fall, Cheetah will take over command on the scene and organize the evacuation. Understood?"

"No way!"

The man known as Cheetah, a middle-aged man with a furious expression, clearly disagreed with the plan.

He too was a Battle Chief. Why should Blaze Morrow charge in alone?!

Inside the office building, even the weakest was a Battle Chiefs level demon creature. Fighting one was almost a certain death!

Blaze Morrow's plan clearly put him in extreme danger.

"Any objections can wait until after we handle this emergency!"

Blaze Morrow ignored the opposition, took a deep breath, his blue flames solidifying slightly, swaying with the wind.

"If the opportunity is right, this battle might be my chance to achieve the rank of Battle Lord!"

"Ha, Blaze Battle Lords, I like the sound of that!"

With that, he strode forward, his aura climbing to its peak, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe, carrying an unmatched momentum as he entered the office building!

The place where the abyssal demon creature descended, Battle Chief level, even Battle Lord level demon creatures, were lurking in the shadows!

"Scum, look me in the eye!"

Blaze Morrow's roar echoed from the office building, filled with boundless fighting spirit.

"Come out, and then... die!"

...

"What's going on, why all the commotion?"

Hearing the omnipresent alarm sounds, Mike quickened his pace, not looking back at the spectacle behind him.

After killing Arthas, the Abyssal Sacrifice Array had been broken, and the danger was already resolved.

"Why is a level-one emergency being called? Did I miss something?"

Mike reviewed everything, sure he hadn't missed anything.

Under the effect of the Eye of Truth, nothing could escape Mike's notice.

As he walked quickly, he muttered to himself,

"It's not related to me, not related to me."

"I'm just a passing student, I'm just here for the popcorn, yes, that's right!"