Bab 760: Mjölnir! The Hammer of Thunder God!

Before Felix could finish his sentence, Thor spat out a mouthful of wine as he stared in shock at the broken junk.

'Mjölnir, what is that?' Felix titled his head in confusion.

"Are you sure it's your hammer?" Jörmungandr asked weirdly.

"I spent billions of years using her, I believe I can identify parts of her by a mere glance." Thor glared at him.

"It just doesn't look like it." Jörmungandr said, "How did turn this way?"

"Who knows!" Thor said with an annoyed tone, "The last time I used her was against you. I knew she will be found, but I didn't care about it. My baby can be used only by those she deemed worthy."

'Hammer? Are they talking about that colossal silver hammer that smashed my master's head in their battle?' Felix deducted on his own from their conversion.

'Yes.' Lady Sphinx nodded, 'It was Thor's most prized weapon.'