"You've gone too far, Thanos."
Cosmic Year, 404, July 7th.
Svartalfheim, twilight.
Odin, King of Asgard, held his spear and cracked his whip, galloping his horse.
A handsome celestial steed snorted, carrying Hela as she descended.
The World Tree energy surging at the core of Svartalfheim seemed to have found its true master. Streams of emerald light flowed into Odin, and the phantom image of the Asgardian divine realm flickered behind him.
Odin summoned back the spear that had plunged into the ground. Fully armored, his eyes, as deep as the ancient starry sky, gazed at Thanos, who emerged from a hazy, dazzling light.
Purple skin, golden armor, golden boots, and a golden gauntlet on his hand.
A golden helmet was pressed tightly against his forehead.
His face was a mass of wrinkles, his expression unsmiling, his aura exuding an imposing presence. Every inch of him radiated danger.
The colossal blade that had flown from the sky and knocked down his spear stirred under Thanos's will, then returned to his side.
"Is that so?"
"I don't think so."
Thanos flicked his finger, and the colossal blade shot away, making no sound in the clamorous air.
In an instant, the Dark Elf King, whose body was already close to collapse, was decapitated. Strangely, no blood gushed out.
Laufey's ice crystals couldn't withstand Beckett's energy impact alone and shattered instantly.
A flash of silver-white blade light disappeared. If Laufey hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been bleeding profusely and on the verge of death.
"Our cooperation agreement did not include the option to destroy the world of Svartalfheim."
The magnificent phantom image of the divine realm, empowered by mysterious and unfathomable energy, hovered before Beckett. The surging torrents of energy light were completely absorbed.
"ROAR!!!"
A world-shattering roar echoed in the hearts of countless people across the Nine Realms.
Anger, resentment, unwillingness…
Everyone could hear the emotions they desired in this roar. The emerald energy that had flowed into Odin's body left his chest reluctantly after the roar sounded, returning entirely to the World Core beneath Svartalfheim, to where it belonged.
"Hoo…"
Sweat trickled down Beckett's stern face. Odin's spear sparked in his reflection in Beckett's emerald eyes. The ground beneath Beckett's feet suddenly exploded with air pressure, and his figure landed beside his adoptive father, Thanos.
His blond hair flew in the wind.
"Father."
"Your performance has exceeded my expectations, Beckett."
The colossal blade returned, sinking into the ground by Thanos's feet.
The Titan, with his hands behind his back, scanned the desolate and broken surroundings. Finally, his gaze settled on his adopted son Beckett's blood-stained face, his eyes filled with relief.
"It's just,"
"Nidhogg sounds very displeased."
"Nidhogg?" Beckett, who had never heard the name, frowned. Hela, seated on Odin's celestial steed, changed color.
"A venomous dragon that has been gnawing at the roots of the World Tree since its birth. Legend has it that the moment it bites through the roots of the World Tree, the doomsday of the Nine Realms will arrive. It will be a catastrophe that even gods cannot escape…"
"Enough, Thanos." Odin, not far away, interrupted the father-son duo's legendary lecture.
Malekith, who had avoided the fatal blow with magic, embraced Laufey, who had also narrowly escaped death, for warmth.
The three forces, forming a triangle, eyed each other with suspicion.
"If your attack were to succeed, it would cause irreversible damage to the World Core of Svartalfheim, which would indirectly weaken the power of the World Tree."
"But your attack was stopped by Odin. That is why Nidhogg is so furious."
Clang!
The piercing divine spear collided with the oncoming overlord blade.
A flash of lightning flickered, and a peal of thunder sounded.
The sound of metal clashing conquered the hearts of everyone present.
"I said, enough, Thanos."
This was a secret long buried in the dust of history, now brought up again by Thanos.
"You've gone too far, Odin."
Thanos responded calmly, stating his attitude and position.
This was originally a battle between the Lord of Svartalfheim and Beckett. As the Divine Lord of Asgard, Odin should not have been here, let alone attacked his adopted son.
"He will destroy the Nine Realms."
Odin surveyed the surroundings, taking in the panting Laufey and the wounded Malekith.
The ground beneath their feet was constantly shaking and disintegrating, and the sky above rumbled incessantly.
If he hadn't arrived in time, Svartalfheim would likely have been torn apart by now.
With one of the Nine Realms gone, the World Tree's power would surely be thrown out of balance.
"Our objective has always been clear."
Thanos's gaze fell upon the battered Malekith.
"Hand over the Aether, now."
Ptooey!
Malekith spat out a mouthful of blood, then stomped on it.
His attitude was self-evident.
"Odin, this is an internal matter for our Nine Realms!"
Malekith staggered to his feet, looking towards Odin.
"I won't say it a third time."
"Now, hand over the Aether."
Thanos's calm words caused Hela, who had just dismounted from her steed, to stumble. Her face was filled with a strange expression.
She had heard those words often lately.
Beckett said them frequently.
Thanos pulled a gleaming greatsword from the ground, dragging it along the earth as he strode towards Malekith, who stood beside Laufey.
Malekith's current weakness was obvious to all, and Odin made no further move.
He simply stood silently to the side, watching.
"No!"
"Odin!"
"Why!"
"Why are you just watching!"
"Thanos's goal is to destroy all the Nine Realms! To unleash Nidhogg!"
"Laufey!"
"Help me!"
"We're an alliance!!"
Malekith's ruined body no longer allowed him to display the arrogance and grace of the Dark Elf King. The wildly surging energy and his pleading words to Odin were all in vain.
His final roar was abruptly cut short.
With a flash of sparks from Thanos's hand, Malekith's head was severed.
Blood gushed out.
Thanos, holding the greatsword, turned and fixed his gaze on Laufey, who was only a step away.
"This time, there will be no tricks of clones faking their deaths."
Laufey lowered his head, looking at the sword in Thanos's hand.
The sword gave him a feeling of overwhelming dominance.
So dominant that it disregarded all reason, so dominant that it tolerated no explanation.
Black, energy-like liquid flowed from Malekith's body along with his blood. The Aether, having lost its host, instinctively tried to fly towards Odin, another of the Nine Realms' powerhouses. But halfway there, it encountered a gaping maw.
A massive tentacle easily dragged the escaping Aether into its mouth. An orange figure appeared before Thanos and Odin with an extremely dashing pose.
"Meow~"
Licking its soft paws, the orange cat twisted its round little head, blinking its large eyes cutely.
Thanks to Eternal Stranger and Leafy Waves for the rewards~
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