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Rainbow bridge.
It is Asgard's teleportation artifact, capable of opening wormholes between all the planets in the Nine Realms, allowing users to instantly teleport to their destination. This is also why Asgard's territory is so vast.
In the blink of an eye.
The light of the Rainbow Bridge pierced the starry sky as the Asgardian army descended upon a border planet attacked by frost giants.
The village is now in ruins.
The surviving villagers huddled among the ruins, and when they saw the divine soldiers descend from the sky, they all knelt down and wept bitterly.
"Asgard has come to save us!"
They saw hope.
"Asgard? It's nothing but a twilight empire!" The frost giant stood like a mountain, roaring as he swung his giant axe, trying to tear the Asgardian warriors to shreds.
See this situation.
Hela agreed without hesitation.
A wave of both hands.
Countless dark green spikes erupted from the ground, instantly turning more than a dozen frost giants into pincushions. Her fighting style was ruthless and vicious, each move deadly, and enemies fell like straws wherever she went.
On the other side, Thor was also riding his own goat, wanting to prove himself—but the little goat was grumpy and kept trying to throw Thor off as it ran.
In a disheveled state.
A miracle happened.
Thor's lightning was originally "good lightning," which is not very accurate. However, the lightning he summoned while swaying around unexpectedly hit its target every time. Lightning bolts rained down from the sky one after another. Two negatives make a positive, and under the influence of his goat mount, every single bolt hit the enemy's head!
"Crack!!!"
One by one, the frost giants were struck by lightning, screaming in agony as they collapsed instantly. Their massive bodies convulsed in the electric current, their fur charred black, and a fragrant aroma of roasted meat filled the air.
"Huh?!" Hela was calmly slaying her enemies when she suddenly heard a series of explosions behind her. Turning around, she couldn't help but be surprised by Thor's performance.
this moment.
Thor trembled.
It was as if I had suddenly realized something.
"I've got it! I have to imagine these enemies as meat on a chopping board!" Thor, riding his little goat, hadn't even finished speaking when he hurled another hammer!
"This is a big meat pie!"
His flying Thor's hammer pounded the frost giant relentlessly.
They were all hammered with great force.
You could probably make really bouncy meatballs with them.
boom! !
Then, another bolt of lightning struck, hitting a frost giant who was trying to get up, blasting him back to the ground, charred and smoking, with an even stronger aroma.
"awesome!"
Thor burst into laughter, his whole body stiffening up.
"Turns out I wasn't bad, I just wasn't in the zone!" He started jumping up and down while swinging the hammer, muttering, "This is pork belly! That's lamb chop!"
With his "cooking-style command".
Lightning rained down like a storm, each strike precise and almost supernatural. The battlefield transformed into a giant open-air barbecue, with the frost giants becoming the most tragic ingredients.
"Who dares to say I'm no good?" Thor may not have rosemary in his hand, but he has it in his heart. So, with Mjolnir in hand, he is like a god of death, entering a truly uninhabited realm.
See this situation.
Hela, of course, would not admit defeat.
She is reaping lives on the battlefield.
and.
They also showed off some of their talents.
"Art should be awe-inspiring."
Under her control, the corpses of the frost giants were strung together one by one and hung like sausages on sharp icicles. She tilted her head, admiring her masterpiece—the corpses were arranged in blush-inducing poses, some even holding hands and dancing a naked waltz, a scene both absurd and eerie.
"Look, from this angle... doesn't it have a lot of depth?"
She took a few steps back with satisfaction, admiring her work.
The warriors of Asgard watched this scene, their faces shifting from shock to blankness, finally settling into an indescribable expression. No one dared to say otherwise, nor did anyone possess the talent to appreciate it.
Just then, Odin returned with his personal guard after clearing an area. He saw the "art installation" in the distance and his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
"..."
The Father of the Gods was silent for three seconds, then decisively turned his horse around.
"Warriors!"
His voice was stiff as he covered his one eye.
"Follow me straight to the lair of the Frost Giants!"
The wise king made a wise decision.
Out of sight, out of mind.
As Odin activated the function of the Rainbow Bridge once again, its beam of light pierced the frozen sky of Jotunheim, and Odin led his elite guards to descend upon this icy land.
The cold wind howled.
The snow-covered palace was eerily silent.
There wasn't even a single guard.
Something's not right.
Odin gripped the Eternal Spear, his divine power spreading out like ripples to probe.
It's too quiet.
They ventured deep into the Frost Royal Court, the ice-carved pillars reflecting a cold light, the ground unmarked, until they reached the valley with its enormous throne. This was a truly frigid land; the sky was grey, the earth covered in perpetual frost, and even the air seemed frozen.
"Loufi!" Odin's voice boomed like thunder, causing ice crystals to fall in a shower. "You have violated the peace treaty. Now stand trial! Face your destined end!"
The Spear of Eternity emitted a dazzling golden light, illuminating the entire throne. However, the one seated upon the icy throne was not the expected, imposing and ferocious Frost Giant King.
Instead, it was an incredibly young and frail frost giant.
His skin was pale, almost translucent, and his icy blue eyes held a cold indifference. His slender fingers tapped casually on the armrest of his throne. Most striking of all were the two small horns atop his head.
Rather than a symbol of the frost giant, it is more of a deliberate decoration.
“Lauffe is dead,” the young giant spoke, his voice soft yet chilling the entire hall. “Now, I am the king here.”
He slowly rose to his feet, and ice crystals condensed around the throne, forming a crown of thorns.
You can call me—
"King Loki."
This statement came out.
The wind in the entire valley seemed to be frozen by an invisible force. Odin's divine light shone on the young face, and the other person was looking directly at Odin with calm eyes.
A cold wind howled, and the air seemed to freeze in the frost-covered hall.
Odin stood below the high platform, his golden armor gleaming coldly in the chilling light. His gaze, sharp as a knife, was fixed on the figure seated on the throne—the young man who called himself "King Loki."
"Did you start this war?"
Odin's voice was deep and majestic.
“Of course.” Loki slowly raised his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. He nodded, his movements as gentle as if he were answering a trivial question.
"why?"
Odin frowned and began to question him.
"Too many thoughts, too many worries..." Loki, the Frost King, tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, his gaze wandering as if staring into some distant void.
He propped his head up with one hand, his fingertips digging deep into his pale skin, and murmured to himself, his voice as soft as a dream, "Lately, so many images keep appearing in my mind, fragmented images, as if someone is implanting them into me, implanting thoughts and memories that don't belong to me..."
Loki's voice gradually became sharp, and a murky crimson light appeared in his eyes. "No one can save me, so I can only save myself." As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall seemed to tremble.
Odin frowned slightly, looking at the young "Loki" before him, a strange feeling rising in his heart. This was no ordinary enemy.
This is... an existence being shaped by something.
The God-King has already noticed.
"You're crazy."
Odin remained silent for a moment.
Finally spoke.
His tone was both pitying and resolute.
"Maybe."
Loki laughed, a laugh that revealed an almost manic confidence.
“But only when this world is quiet enough can I find true peace. Only when everyone dies can I find the power I should possess in my dreams.” He raised his head, his eyes flashing with a mixture of scarlet and murky light, as if burning with some kind of flame that did not belong to mortals.
"Can't you hear their whispers? They keep saying... I am God." This contradictory statement sounded like that of a madman, yet the Allfather of Gods didn't hesitate to throw the Eternal Spear!
Gungnir slashed through the air, its shaft wreathed in dazzling golden divine power. With a thunderous roar and an unstoppable divine might, it pierced straight for Loki's heart!
Wherever the spear passed, ice crystals shattered and space distorted. The God-King's guards held their breath, waiting for the spear to pierce the enemy's chest, so they could witness yet another victory for their king.
however.
Just as the Spear of Eternity was about to strike its target, Loki moved. He neither dodged nor retreated, but instead raised his hand and gently clenched it.
In nothingness.
An eerie longsword gradually appeared.