The Rise Of A Porter

Chapter 527 - Work With Me (2)

With Thor dead and the Citadel destroyed, Arnold was sure this 'Elven Goddess' was too scared to appear in front of him. Either way, he was not complaining as he had achieved more than he wanted to. With Mjolnir in his hands, it was more than enough for him to not destroy the entire planer anymore. 

The minute Arnold lifted the hammer and made it his own, the gods along with his summons and the elves were stunned too stunned to do anything. In fact, even if they weren't too shocked, there wasn't much they could have done either way... right?

Some of them did not think about it like that. For them, Arnold was in a weakened state after his battle with Thor. Moreover, his armour was in a fragile state as well, which meant... it was the perfect opportunity for them to defeat him. 

When Arnold was least expecting it, a plethora of portals opened all around him. These gates were similar to the dungeon entrances that Arnold once frequented. However, their sudden appearance meant only one thing... it was time to hunt the hunter. 

Arnold's summons saw this as well and immediately rushed over to his aid. But before they could take more than two steps towards him, his voice echoed deep inside their heads. 

"Protect the one I told you to. I got this."

Even after listening to their master's confident voice, the summons were a bit hesitant to follow his command. All but Heimdall and Hercules. The moment the dozen or so portal changed their colours, both of them could not help but shake their heads. 

Arnold was under attack by gods alright, but these people were gods only in name. These gods were called the forgotten ones. Gods who were no longer preached or prayed to. Gods who were once among the strongest as old civilizations used to pray to them.

But as those civilisations were wiped out, so did the influence of these gods. Right now it could be said that these gods were fighting to make sure their existence was known to the universe, and what better way could it have been to do that than to defeat someone of whom even the greatest of pantheons were scared of?

"These fools... just because Arnold has lost his armour they think they can defeat him? Don't make me laugh."

Hercules grumpily mumbled and sat down on the grass. He was planning to enjoy the beatdown that was about to ensue there. 

"As much as I would have loved to walk up to those fools and slap them across the face." Heimdall joined Hercules in berating them. 

This left the other summons as well as the elves confused. They could sense that the beings which Heimdall and Hercules were berating were gods or some higher deities. As far as why they were doing that was not known to them... until Talos ran a scan on the new beings who had walked out of the portals. 

To say that he was surprised would have been the understatement of a lifetime. They were gods and they were strong... if they were fighting against the warriors from the earth and not Arnold or even them. 

Even Alice appeared to be stronger than them and mind you, she was the weakest amongst Arnold's summons. Hell, even if those 'gods' were to appear on earth, a warrior alliance like one that had gathered to fight with Hercules, would have been sufficient to suppress them.

With all that in mind, these fools thought it was a good idea to try and challenge their master? Were they high on elven blood as well? Whatever it was, Talos wanted to try that substance as well. 

"Now you realise why Arnold told us to wait, don't you?" Heimdall smiled towards Talos, "Going out against Arnold is like a herd of goats fighting against the chimera. So just sit back and watch the slaughter."

Heimdall turned around for a second before realising there was something else he had to do.

"Oh and don't forget to take that elven witch into custody. She tried to assassinate the new king of Alfheim," he mumbled while pointing at Aimon. 

As soon as Aimon heard those words, she tried to run away. She hadn't thought that the summons had managed to know that it was her behind the attacks. Thus wanted to stick around to see if he could somehow manage to lick Arnold's ass into being allowed to rule over Alfheim. 

But now that her plans were foiled, she had no choice but to run away in hopes of finding safety somewhere else. In hindsight, it was a foolish, panic-driven decision to try and run away.

Heimdall wasn't sure it was her who did that, but she was the most suspicious among the crowd. Hence he pointed her out. Her actions afterwards proved her guilt.

If she was innocent, then she should have been shocked, then start defending herself even going as far as putting her pride on the line. That was what most of the elves would have done when placed in that situation if they were not guilty. 

"Shit shit shit..." Aimon continuously kept cursing everyone and everything around her, "I was so close to achieving my dreams and now, fck! I'm so close to dying!? No... No... No!"

Aimon was one of the most agile elves on Alfheim. Thus she was confident in her skill to run away. However, her speed was nothing more than the agility of a sleeping rabbit for the one who was chasing after her. 

Aimon turned around to see whether or not someone was chasing her, at that same moment, her head bashed against something and she fell right on her back. She got up to curse at whoever it was only to see a three-headed giant dog made of stone and fire staring right at her. 

For the first time in her life, she was petrified with fear.. Those six eyes felt as if they were boring a hole inside her as she felt her life flashed in front of her eyes.