In the hall, Odin and Thor's conversation continued.
"Thor, mjolnir is important. It is a weapon suited for you, capable of increasing your power. But it is not that important. It is merely your weapon, not the source of your power. If a weapon breaks, you can repair it, or forge a new one."
Thor nodded with a solemn expression. "I understand, father. It's just that mjolnir is not only my weapon, it is also my brother, my son."
Upon hearing this, Odin was speechless and could only skip the topic.
Looking at the sky, which had returned to its calm state, Odin asked, "Thor, do you know the master of that giant finger in the sky?"
Just now, after Thor and Loki were defeated, Odin had prepared to enter the fray himself. He was ready to risk his old life and fight a decisive battle with Cul. Anyway, he didn't have much time left to live.
However, he was old, and his body was increasingly unable to withstand his gradually growing power. He was not confident that he could kill Cul and then proceed to Valhalla.
Fortunately, the master of this giant finger easily rewrote the battle with a single point.
Thor said, "Lucas. I heard Tony and the others say that the master of the finger is Lucas."
"Sorcerer Lucas?" Odin's tone was filled with doubt.
He remembered Lucas, that young and powerful sorcerer.
In his perception, this young sorcerer possessed power comparable to his own in his youth. He was indeed very powerful.
However, compared to the master of the finger in the sky just now, he was far inferior. Moreover, their sizes did not match.
"Thor, is the master of the giant finger in the sky sorcerer Lucas? Or is the giant finger in the sky a spell cast by sorcerer Lucas?"
Odin thought of a possibility.
That is, the giant finger in the sky was not a part of some god's body, but a spell.
Although this was still incredibly exaggerated, it was barely plausible. For a sorcerer, sacrificing certain things to borrow the power of an Elder god to unleash an astonishingly powerful move was not impossible.
"I don't know." Thor shook his head.
"Never mind." Odin sighed, signaling Thor to withdraw.
Prying into another's power could easily cause misunderstandings. In these troubled times, Odin did not want to create new complications and push away his former allies.
Big means strong.
Besides Thor and Odin, several superheroes on Earth were also shocked by Lucas's descending giant finger and were discussing it animatedly.
"Was that finger in the sky really Lucas's? It was so big, how heavy must it have been? Banner, do you think Hulk could lift it?"
Pietro looked at Bruce, who had returned to his normal human form, and asked.
In his understanding, Hulk was the strongest being in existence.
"Hmm... that depends on what material the finger is made of and its density. Only then can we calculate its mass."
"And after getting the mass, we also need to consider the gravity coefficient of the environment to calculate how much force is needed to lift that finger."
Considering Pietro's education, Bruce explained in the simplest possible language.
"So, can Hulk lift it or not?"
"Unclear." Bruce stroked his chin, giving his conclusion.
He was somewhat confused now. Actually, given the volume of that finger, if it were a living organism, its density should be far greater than that of an ordinary human body, and its mass would reach a terrifying degree. At least, it would far exceed that of an ordinary planet.
But that finger was so close to them just now, yet he didn't feel any force from it acting on him.
This was not normal.
Bruce boldly stated his conjecture, "The material making up that finger must be very special. I suspect its density might be 0, or close to 0. Otherwise, we should have felt the gravitational pull between that finger and us just now."
Tony nodded in agreement. "Now that Banner mentions it, this material is indeed very strange, somewhat defying the laws of physics. I really hope we can study it."
A new type of material held an attraction for researchers like Tony and Bruce.
It was no different from...
"The next time we see Lucas, we'll ask him for a bit to study."
Where did Lucas go?
He was currently in the Superflow.
Originally, he planned to directly teleport into Mephisto's Hell.
Previously, Ancient One had already given him the coordinates for Mephisto's Hell, and Lucas had done it once before.
But unexpectedly, he failed this time.
Mephisto's Hell was sealed, he couldn't sense it.
With no other option, he could only fly there with the Watcher through the Superflow. Anyway, with his speed, it wouldn't take long.
However, this time, the Watcher held him back.
As is well known, when several people run together, the speed is determined by the slowest person.
The Watcher's flying speed was, of course, far inferior to Lucas's. And he adhered to his principles, unwilling to accept Lucas's help.
In the Watcher's words, they were absolutely neutral, merely recorders and witnesses. They would neither offer help to any party nor accept help from any party. Their main principle was fairness and justice, with no interference whatsoever.
As for why he paid Lucas observation fees and whether the energy paid to Lucas had already interfered with the development of Universe affairs...
Lucas didn't ask, just to not embarrass the patron.
The Watchers' hypocrisy was no longer a secret.
Looking at the empty area before him, Lucas fell into a daze.
Mephisto ran away?
He took such a large Hell and ran away with it?
Concentrating, Lucas's divine power surged, emitting faint green luminescence.
He wanted to try to reverse time and space in the Superflow to see where Mephisto and his Hell had gone.
The green luminescence enveloped a large surrounding area, attempting to flow backward along the direction of time, reversing time and space.
However, there was no reaction. The area covered by the green light showed no response whatsoever. It was as if no concept of time or space existed here.
Lucas withdrew his ability, sensing carefully, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
Trouble!
There was no concept of time or space in the Superflow.
Time magic could not be used here.
This was a world of information.
Many actions that would leave obvious traces in the Universe or dimensions would be submerged in the ocean of information here, making them difficult to discover.
What's more...
Because the Watcher held him back, Lucas arrived too late.
The traces of Mephisto's departure with his Hell were already submerged in the ocean of information.
Sighing deeply, Lucas looked at the Watcher, his expression displeased.
He had suffered a great loss this time.
On one hand, he lost the opportunity to extort more energy from Mephisto.
On the other hand, since he hadn't found Mephisto, he didn't know if the Watcher would still be willing to pay the viewing fees.
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