Chapter 179: Master Of The Nine Realms! Iconic Scene Returns!
On top of the apocalyptic ruins, the wind whipped ashes down like snow. Collapsed skyscrapers stood like the remains of colossal beasts, and rusted cars lay overturned on the cracked streets.
In the distance, the zombies, who had not been treated equally by Yellow Yimian, still aimlessly wandered back and forth on the streets, completely unlike their colleagues who had been sent home early by Ian’s demise.
The wind swirled charred paper scraps and ashes. Ian stood in front of Morgan with his hands on his hips, his expression serious, trying to correct her “mistaken perception.”
“Morgan, since you call me Uncle Ian, I have to teach you a cruel truth – your terribly wicked father must have implanted false memories in you, making you mistakenly believe you were fortunate enough to have known me. Of course, across myriad worlds, countless maidens have harbored such dreams.”
“It can’t entirely be blamed on your father’s aspirations for you to become a dragon.” Ian was speaking his Yellow Yimian words, his logically consistent way of thinking always his Yellow Yi’s specialty.
Because of this, the certainty in the latter half of his statement wasn’t about whether Ian himself believed it, but about his confidence that he could make others believe it.
“Ah?”
Morgan Stark stood beside the wreckage of a fighter jet, her helmet retracted, her chestnut curls gently swaying in the wind. She tilted her head, looking at Ian’s face that seemed to declare, “My words are the cosmic truth.”
Her caramel-colored eyes, identical to Tony’s, blinked brightly.
“In conclusion, everything about me livestreaming begging for food is Tony Stark’s conspiracy!” Ian stated decisively, as if announcing cosmic truth.
“Uncle Ian, your current behavior makes me have to suspect if you’ve been drinking motor oil from my dad’s armor again?” Morgan’s expression shifted from confusion to suppressed laughter.
“I have not!”
Ian became indignant.
“Both motor oil and gasoline are quite unpleasant to drink, and lack nutrition. Only cybernetics would drink them – of course, tractor exhaust is alright, it’s a bit more nutritious than car exhaust.”
“And it has good seasoning too.”
Ian thought of some of his traditional upgrade methods and couldn’t help but make a divergent commentary. His rich experience swayed the scales in everyone’s hearts.
“I think the person she’s referring to, who drank motor oil, is definitely you, no doubt about it!” Gwen covered her forehead, her tone equally decisive. She believed Morgan must have encountered Ian before.
Otherwise, as a normal person, Morgan wouldn’t have thought of such an abstract action by Ian.
Silence fell over the scene.
Captain America held his backside and whispered to Thor.
“Drank motor oil, tasted exhaust fumes, that evil god, was his brain pierced by Gungnir?” Secretly speaking ill of one’s superior might also be a tradition of World War II veterans.
“Perhaps more than that, his brain might have been re-chewed by himself.” Thor nodded in agreement, both speaking softly, harboring the bad habit of gossiping about others behind their backs.
“My dad would never do that to me… Uncle Ian, are you really sure you’re not just waking up and feeling a bit confused?” Morgan Stark might also know about all souls falling into slumber in the Marvel Universe. She looked at Ian, who differed somewhat from her memories, with a slightly suspicious expression.
“What confusion? Even if you scalded my brain with boiling water, it wouldn’t be confused in the slightest. It’s bulletproof, you know? A genuine Super Brain.”
Ian only regretted that he couldn’t demonstrate it on the spot.
“We really do know each other, and my dad doesn’t have time to spend with me, so you often charge me to accompany me… I remember it just as clearly.” Morgan sighed, as if dealing with a petulant child. She fumbled around in the storage compartment of her armor for a moment, and then – pulled out something that made Ian’s pupils instantly contract.
Behold.
“Then what about this?”
Morgan Stark dangled the toy in her hand.
“You should recognize this, right?”
She took out a toy, the kind that every child cherishes, clings to, and is reluctant to throw away even if it’s tattered.
“!!!”
Ian’s breathing hitched.
It was a Batman figurine with one hundred and eight abdominal muscles.
Not only that.
This Batman was also bald with only three stubborn strands of hair, wearing a detachable wig on his head, and wielding a miniature Superman Clark as a weapon.
Superman was designed in a throwable dart form.
The design style was extremely distinctive. With just one look, Ian wanted to claim it for himself, unwilling to admit Tony Stark had such talent. He began to waver, feeling uncertain and unable to help but consider the possibility that this design might have truly originated from him.
And behind this somewhat absurd possibility, perhaps lay the hidden meaning of why one of his Golden Fingers was the ability to travel to the past of the Marvel Universe in the middle of the night.
It’s not surprising that Ian’s attitude changed as rapidly as if he had a bad case of PMS.
He had intended to persist with the “Tony’s conspiracy theory,” but the scene before him… was too shocking, too creative. He had to admit that such a peak aesthetic in toy design was far beyond ordinary people.
To turn Batman into a bald man, let him walk with Superman as a crutch with impunity, and even engrave “Disciple of Ian” on his chest… this was no longer a figurine, but art.
It was art of an evil god tier.
It’s hard for anyone other than the evil god himself to comprehend such an artistic level.
“However, I still wouldn’t actually beg for food on the street!” Ian’s most unwilling belief was this statement. How could someone as intelligent as him be reduced to begging for food?
Moreover.
If he had re-traveled to the past of the Marvel Universe in the future, attempting to change something, the fastest way to get rich wouldn’t be just stealing Tony Stark’s underwear.
Of course.
Another possibility was that he was playing the role of an immortal emperor returning, having once been incredibly powerful in the Marvel Universe, but was betrayed and exiled to the DC Universe, and so on.
Such a situation was also an overly melodramatic development for Ian; he didn’t believe such ordinary plotlines would happen to a stunningly handsome man like himself.
His refusal to yield was unconcealed, thus catching Morgan Stark’s eye.
“Nick Fury couldn’t figure this out either – why, despite having all these skills, you were fixated on telling the camera three times a day, ‘Brothers, I’m going to beg for food again.'”
Morgan Stark mimicked Ian’s tone flawlessly, “S.H.I.E.L.D. invested a lot of investigative resources into this. He even suspected you were livestreaming to people in other worlds.”
“However, he later discovered the truth…”
She paused.
“You seem to genuinely like begging for food.”
Then, with a suppressed smile, she uttered the so-called truth. These were stories her mother, Pepper Potts, had told her; Ian’s stories made up more than half of the three thousand bedtime stories.
“Me, the dignified Master Ian, would like begging for food?”
Ian genuinely disbelieved it.
Morgan shrugged and explained again, “You said you initially wanted to ‘retrace the steps of your predecessors,’ but later found it too tiring, so you just went to steal my dad’s underwear.”
That was indeed in line with Ian’s way of thinking.
“You’re right, this is exactly something Master Ian would do!” Thor sprayed out a mouthful of beer, and then deliberately emphasized the appellation “Master Ian.”
Everyone present agreed.
“Shut up! You Asgardian beer god!” Ian glared at him indignantly. Thor immediately flinched, but the smile on his lips couldn’t be suppressed.
“Something’s not right!”
Ian took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He stared at Morgan, trying to find a trace of falsehood in her expression, but the girl’s gaze was so candid it unnerved him.
“Indeed, something is not right.” Gwen was also thinking and, uncharacteristically, agreed with Ian’s view. “Morgan, if this truly happened before the universe rebooted, why do I have no memory of it? I remember many things from before the reboot, but of what you’re saying… I have no recollection whatsoever.”
Hearing this.
Morgan blinked.
“Perhaps it’s because you weren’t present at the time?”
She looked at Gwen, who in her memory, had no superpowers.
“Impossible.”
Gwen shook her head decisively, “I’ve had many interactions with Tony Stark, and I know he has a daughter, but there was never any Ian Kent in your stories.”
Clearly.
The memories held by the two individuals conflicted, meaning one of them had to be mistaken, but it was unknown whether Morgan’s memory was flawed or if Gwen’s memory was peculiar.
“Then how would I know? My dad told me so, anyway. In fact, in my memory, you had already accidentally fallen to your death a long time ago.”
Morgan spread her hands in resignation.
This explanation naturally wouldn’t gain Gwen’s approval.
“Are you sure your memory hasn’t been tampered with?”
Gwen narrowed her eyes, her gaze flickering, not just because of Morgan’s “curse” towards her, but because Morgan’s words reminded her of Ian’s repeated emotional manipulation. Things like, “Across myriad worlds, only I, Ian Kent, can grab your hand in time without breaking your spine.”
“I’m sure.”
Morgan retorted without hesitation.
“I very clearly remember Uncle Ian was always active in various major events in New York, and he even made Thanos and his army into specimens and hung them in the universe.”
“He called it the Thanos Forest deterrence, better than the Dark Forest deterrence. That very night, he snuck into the refrigerator and ate the cheeseburger I left for Dad, enraging my dad so much that he chased me for three blocks wearing anti-Ian armor.” This time, Morgan wasn’t recounting her mother’s stories but her own personal experiences.
“Thanos? Is that the guy who sells medicine?”
Thor and Captain America were both surprised, not understanding why Ian, who had gotten along so well with Thanos, would hang Thanos in the universe before some cosmic reboot.
“He didn’t just sell medicine before; my memory of that is quite hazy.” Gwen Stacy frowned but still remembered to answer her teammates’ confusion.
“I still think you have a problem.”
Gwen looked at Morgan again.
“Perhaps the one with the problem is you.”
Morgan immediately countered.
As the saying goes, three women make a spectacle; two women make two-thirds of a spectacle. Morgan insisted her memory hadn’t been tampered with, and Gwen was equally adamant on this point.
The two were at loggerheads, neither willing to back down.
“You two argue. Call me when you start tearing each other’s hair out. I’m going to discuss this with my Super Brain first.” Seeing this, Ian waved his hand, turned aside, and plopped down on a broken concrete block, resting his chin on his hand and falling into thought – he did feel the situation was very strange.
“When in doubt, quantum mechanics. Perhaps they are in different quantum states?” Ian stared at the ground, his mind racing and conjuring terms he himself couldn’t fully comprehend.
Gwen’s memory loss was also strange. She clearly remembered many things from before the reboot but had no recollection of what Morgan was talking about. Morgan’s memory conflicting with Gwen’s implied that at least one person’s memory had been altered. And Morgan’s detailed descriptions, even of absurd things only he would do… if it were fabricated, it would be too precise. This girl hadn’t met Ian before today.
Furthermore, Tony Stark’s personality calculations for Ian could not possibly be this accurate. After all, Ian rarely let loose in front of Tony Stark.
Back then, he was still somewhat reserved, just a newcomer superhero.
Unless, Morgan’s memory came from another timeline, and Gwen’s memory was a deliberately corrected version. But who would do such a thing? Tony Stark? Nick Fury? Or… Ian himself? The more he thought, the more Ian felt his Super Brain was overloading. He couldn’t help but pull out a few steel blocks and chew on them.
This helped him think.
Just as Ian was rarely truly using his brain.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an exclamation.
“Ian! Watch out!”
Gwen’s new Spider-Sense suddenly exploded. She abruptly turned her head towards Thor.
“Father?! No! Not Father!”
Thor also sensed something unusual. Turning back, his expression drastically changed—seeing Odin, whom he had forgotten on the ground, had somehow opened his eyes.
Odin, or rather, Loki, who occupied Odin’s body, slowly sat up, his single eye flashing with a cold light. He scanned the surroundings, his gaze finally locking onto Ian, who was closest to him.
The next second, his figure vanished!
“Swish—!”
Ian was still supporting his chin with one hand, adopting the pose of “The Thinker” to stimulate his brain’s operation. Without him noticing, a sharp dagger was already at his throat.
“Don’t move.”
The voice emanating from Odin’s throat sounded low in Ian’s ear.
“Nobody move!”
Loki, occupying Odin’s body, held the dagger against Ian’s neck, his single eye flashing with cunning light. “Otherwise, I’ll make this poor worm’s head roll!”
Upon these words.
The scene fell into an eerie silence.
In the entire ruined city, the air was so quiet that Morgan’s crunching of potato chips could be heard. Captain America gave a tactical cough and discreetly looked away, afraid Odin’s blood might splatter on him.
He was human, so who knew if Odin’s blood was corrosive. Gwen lowered her head to look at her toes, but she couldn’t see them; being too well-endowed was also a problem.
Thor gritted his teeth, but his expression was more of annoyance than worry—everyone was looking at this hostage situation with a strange attitude.
“Wow,” Ian snapped back to reality, blinking. “This atmosphere is truly chilling.”
Not receiving the expected reaction, Loki’s cold sneer froze on his face. He looked around and, finding that no one cared about Ian’s life, became enraged.
“It seems your popularity is worse than I imagined, Earthling.” Loki, occupying Odin’s body, taunted Ian, feeling utterly astonished internally.
No one acted.
No one was tense.
Not even… a frown.
Everyone just watched Loki with strange expressions, like they were watching a child snatching toys in kindergarten and threatening to cry. Loki, realizing this, felt disrespected.
“You think I wouldn’t act? I really will!” He sneered, pressing the tip of the knife down slightly, putting on a ferocious expression in an attempt to enhance his cruel image.
“Uh, about that…” Ian tilted his head and suddenly asked, “You really don’t know me?”
“A mere Earthling, an ant-like, despicable species, and you expect me to remember you?” Loki arrogantly raised his chin, the single eye that belonged to Odin flashing with cold light.
What was missing was intelligence. As soon as he spoke, he suddenly noticed everyone’s gaze had changed—a peculiar look of pity mixed with amusement.
“Why don’t you kidnap someone else, why, why did you kidnap him?” Thor even clutched his face in pain, his shoulders shaking suspiciously.
“I’m serious!” Loki was so angry his beard trembled. “Believe it or not, I’ll cut his throat right now!”
“Please do.” Thor made a “please” gesture, his tone carrying a hint of eagerness. “Do you need me to hold him for you, Frost Giant King?”
His words were like igniting a powder keg.
“You—!” Loki suddenly exerted force with his dagger, attempting to leave a white mark on Ian’s neck, but nothing happened, and he didn’t notice.
Loki was busy threatening Thor ferociously.
“It seems you think I wouldn’t dare?” Just as Loki was about to speak, Captain America thoughtfully walked over to the unconscious Loki’s body and squatted down to pat the pale face.
“Perhaps we can use this for negotiation?”
He did have some tactical awareness. Loki’s expression instantly stiffened.
“Heh, laughable.” He pretended to be calm and raised his head. “Do you think I care about this weak body? With Odin’s body, I can achieve anything!”
With that, Loki suddenly exerted force with his wrist, the dagger slashing towards Ian’s carotid artery—he was about to give Ian’s neck a cut to prove he wasn’t playing.
At this moment.
Thor was aghast.
“Don’t!”
Thor suddenly roared.
“Hahaha, I knew you were feigning calmness, you always care so much about your companions…” Loki was about to say it was too late to beg for mercy, but he realized Thor wasn’t talking to him. Before he could react, Ian bit down, taking the knife and wrist in one go.
“Crunch!”
A teeth-grinding chewing sound interrupted Loki’s threat.
“What the hell!”
Loki stared down blankly, finding Ian holding his wrist in his mouth. The dagger had already been chewed and swallowed by the other party, and Odin’s golden blood trickled down the corner of the man’s mouth.
【 Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +133】
【 Savage Tyrant Experience Points +2000】
【 Savage Tyrant Experience Points +2000】
【 Savage Tyrant Experience Points +2000】
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【 You have upgraded! Received Profession Skill Points +1, Attribute Points increased, World Recognition slightly increased】
【 Savage Tyrant Lv12 [1433/20480]】
Speaking of tonic.
In the face of divine blood, all other nourishing soups seem to pale in comparison.
I can only say that Odin’s body is tough. Ian used all his strength to bite off his wrist. He doesn’t eat people, so he spat the wrist onto the ground.
Only then did Ian frown, and with a mere “spit,” he spat Odin’s wrist onto the ground. The golden divine blood was particularly striking on the scorched earth.
“Oh! No! My Father God’s right hand!” Thor cried out and rushed forward, kneeling on the ground, trembling as he cradled the severed hand. He looked like he was experiencing a nightmare.
“Calm down, Thor, Mighty Hammer. I have super glue here,” Ian waved his hand. “Once reattached, Odin can still use it. You Asgardians have strong recovery powers.”
His comfort did not have a good effect.
On the other side, Loki, who had taken over Odin’s body, staggered back, his single eye filled with disbelief. He looked down at his bare wrist from which golden blood was gushing. These drops of blood fell to the ground and continuously sank, as if each drop was too heavy for the earth to bear.
“This is impossible…”
Loki’s voice trembled, “How could you possibly harm Odin’s body? His physique should be harder than Uru metal and more stable than a neutron star—”
Regarding the domain of Lord Evil God, he had clearly touched upon a knowledge blind spot.
“Hmm… the blood of a deity tastes quite special,” Ian stared at his bleeding wrist, his eyes gradually becoming excited. He licked the golden blood lingering on his lips, revealing a smile that made Loki shudder—of course, in Ian’s own opinion, his smile was that of a sunny, handsome boy.
It’s just that Loki wasn’t into that.
“What… what do you want?”
Loki recoiled three steps back, his face ashen.
“What?” Ian tilted his head and suddenly pulled out a plastic bag with “Angel King’s Smile” printed on it. “Of course, I’m going to bandage it for you first.”
Before Loki could react.
Ian instantly appeared before him and, with lightning speed, slipped the plastic bag over his severed wrist, even tying a thoughtful bow.
“There,” Ian nodded with satisfaction. “This way, you won’t lose too much blood.”
Loki: “…”
Thor: “…”
Everyone: “…”
Just as Loki was about to unconsciously say thank you.
“Oh, right, did you know the consequences of threatening Lord Evil God before?”
At this moment, Ian suddenly spoke, as if settling accounts. He grabbed Loki by the collar, swung him up, and smashed him violently to the ground like a sack.
“BANG—!!!”
The ground cracked, and the shockwave overturned ruins for tens of kilometers. Morgan and Gwen could only quickly jump into the Batmobile, dragging a Captain America with an injured posterior and fleeing to a distance.
Thor shielded Loki’s body, mainly wanting to protect his soul. He saw Ian seemingly preparing to shoot his father’s body with Gungnir.
This truly filial son immediately ran into the distance with Gungnir.
“No!! Damn it! How could you… you’re just a human and…” Before Loki could recover from his daze, Ian grabbed his leg and swung him towards another side.
“BOOM!!”
“This one is for the citizens of New York you deceived!”
“BANG!!”
“This one is for Thor, whose kidney you stabbed!”
“BOOM—!!”
“This one is purely because I can’t stand you!”
Ian was single-handedly thrashing Loki, who couldn’t use Odin’s Power.
“I never did those things!”
Loki was disoriented from being smashed, occasionally receiving a punch to the face from Ian. Odin’s majestic face was now bruised and swollen, and his magnificent armor was torn to rags.
“Oh, that doesn’t matter either.”
Ian’s response made Loki want to vomit blood.
He struggled to get up but was stomped on the chest by Ian.
“That’s it?”
Ian looked down at him.
He let out a sneer.
“Body snatched Odin? Not so impressive.”
Loki spat out a mouthful of golden blood and gritted his teeth, “You… you monster…”
“Thanks for the compliment,” Ian grinned and suddenly bent down to grab his ankle. “Come on, let’s go for a ride.”
“What—Ahhhhhh!!”
Ian, carrying Loki, shot into the sky and instantly broke through the atmosphere! The cold vacuum of space could not stop their path. Ian spun Loki wildly in space like a meteor hammer!
“BOOM!!!”
An innocent star was shattered, and a brilliant nebula exploded, like a grand fireworks display.
“Again!”
“BANG!”
“BOOM—!”
After smashing through seven planets and three stars, Ian finally turned and plunged towards Earth!
“Ian Style: Heavenly Return—!!”
“WHOOSH—BOOM—!!!”
They crashed back to the ground like meteorites.
The shockwave kicked up dust, forming a kilometer-high mushroom cloud. When the dust settled, Ian was seen kneeling on one knee in the center of a deep crater, still holding a half-dead Loki.
Odin’s body was a horrific sight—armor shattered, beard scorched, even his single eye was turned into a spiral. Loki’s soul was so rattled it was almost detached from his body.
“After all, it’s the body of my former follower, so I shouldn’t do anything too strange. Now, can someone tell me how we should deal with the cunning soul hidden inside my former follower’s body?” Ian let go, allowing him to collapse on the ground like a puddle of mud, and turned to face the stunned crowd.
Loki was thrown aside by Ian. Ian attempted to use the Super Brain to find a win-win solution to extract Loki and brew a batch of mischief soup.
At this moment.
Odin’s body was in a sorry state—although not shattered, only his wrist was missing. However, Loki lay motionless on the ground, clearly dazed from Ian’s “Heavenly Return.”
“Uncle Ian, you can just pull his soul out!” Morgan quickly walked up to Ian, her armor still on, her eyes shining astonishingly.
“How do I pull it out? Do you have a tool?”
Ian immediately looked at Morgan, not dwelling on her address.
“Your hands are the best tools. You just need to do this—” Morgan gestured in the air with her hands, her movements as fluid as conducting an orchestra.
“And then this.”
She crossed her hands and pulled outwards sharply, as if tearing open an invisible rift.
“Finally, this.”
She clasped her hands together and clenched them sharply.
“You just pull out his soul like a USB drive.” It had to be said that as a descendant of a scientific family, Morgan’s descriptions were also very scientific.
However.
This series of gestures, while also quite abstract in the style of Picasso, seemed to explain a lot but actually didn’t give Ian even the slightest bit of understanding.
This was certainly not due to Ian’s lack of comprehension.
Even Ian’s Super Brain felt that her demonstration was too postmodern art.
“…”
Ian felt like he had learned nothing.
Even Ian, known for his wisdom, was now baffled by the overly abstract “teaching.” He opened his mouth, about to retort, when suddenly—Loki, who had taken over Odin’s body, recovered.
“You think you’ve defeated me?!”
Loki’s voice suddenly rang out, filled with suppressed rage.
Everyone turned to see him staggering to his feet. Although Odin’s body was severely damaged, his single eye burned with cold fighting spirit.
“I’m using Odin’s body right now!”
Loki grinned and raised his severed hand, golden blood still dripping, but he didn’t care. “You foolish people probably don’t know that this also means I can wield his power!”
His severed wrist suddenly lifted.
It erupted with a dazzling golden light, shooting straight into the sky!
“Don’t forget—” Loki’s gritted teeth, amplified by the divine power within Odin’s body, became low and majestic, “this small world is located in the gap between the Nine Realms!”
As his voice fell.
“BOOM—!!!”
The sky exploded!
A brilliant, multi-colored light beam pierced the clouds—the Bifrost had arrived!
He used Asgard’s supreme authority to activate the Bifrost.
The multi-colored light beam pierced the clouds, connecting to an unknown dimension. On the bridge, countless tall, pale giants clad in ice armor marched heavily from the other end.
“This is bad!” Thor’s face changed drastically. “He’s summoning reinforcements!”
The next second, countless tall figures emerged from the Bifrost’s radiance—Frost Giants! Their skin was a deep blue like ice, and their eyes burned with cold fighting spirit.
With every step these ancient beings took, thick frost formed on the ground. These Frost Giants had ferocious heads, sharp teeth, and their bodies were covered in crisscrossing runes.
Extreme cold frost power flowed within these runes. It was through this ancient rune power that they drove the ice and fought the warriors and gods in Asgard for countless centuries.
At this moment.
The Frost Giant legion descended upon this small world. The leading Frost Giant knelt on one knee, respectfully holding a box emanating extreme cold towards Loki, who had taken over Odin’s body.
“Your Majesty, your Holy Artifact.”
The Frost Giant’s tone was very respectful. It was clear that Loki held considerable prestige among the Frost Giants. This Loki, never having been found by Odin, had climbed to the peak of his race through his own abilities.
Putting aside the fact that he was always beaten badly, he was indeed a capable person.
“Even Hela couldn’t resist absolute cold, and neither can you!” Loki cackled as he took the Casket of Ancient Winters. He raised the Casket of Ancient Winters high, and Odin’s divine power poured into it like a torrent.
In an instant, terrifying cold erupted from him as the center!
“CRACK—!!”
Centered on Loki, terrifying frost spread rapidly. The ground froze instantly, and the air condensed into fine ice crystals. A chilling wave like a monstrous tide swept forward, freezing everything in its path. The ground beneath Ian and the others instantly turned into a smooth ice surface, and even their breathing condensed into white frost.
“Not good!” Thor roared, and Mjolnir erupted with dazzling lightning, attempting to resist the cold tide. However, the thunder and extreme cold collided and were frozen in mid-air.
Turning into a lightning bolt like an ice sculpture.
Morgan’s armor alarm blared frantically.
【 External temperature dropped drastically! Absolute zero approaching! 】 At this moment, her nano-armor quickly covered her entire body, but frost began to form on the joints at a visible speed.
“Damn it, what is this power?” Gwen’s Spider-Sense screamed to its limit. She leaped back violently, only to see the spot where she had just stood swallowed by ice.
Captain America painstakingly raised his Vibranium Shield, but its surface was covered in a thick layer of ice crystals—if not for Morgan’s rescue, Captain America might have returned to his frozen state.
Actually, the impact was not significant.
A seventy-year-old ice block is quite resistant to cold.
“The Casket of Ancient Winters… the Holy Artifact of the Frost Giants… finally, it is back in my hands.”
“No one can resist this power! This body… this power… this Holy Artifact… will all help me reshape the Nine Realms! And you will become the first wave of lost souls!”
Above the ruins, a cold wind howled.
Loki stood at the center of the frost storm. Odin’s body became even more imposing under the augmentation of the Casket of Ancient Winters. His single eye was icy, and his voice was as piercing as winter.
The sky was frozen.
The clouds turned into a thick ice sheet.
Between the cracks in the ground, countless ice spikes shot out like sharp swords. Terrifying cold erupted from Loki as the center, as if to swallow Ian and the others, along with the entire small world.
