When the city gates catch fire, the fish in the moat get burned.
The Grandmaster never imagined that his Sakaar would one day be on the verge of ruin just from the aftershock of two people's battle.
His usual devil-may-care attitude gone, a somber Grandmaster activated Sakaar's planetary defense system.
When the city gates catch fire, the fish in the moat get burned.
The Grandmaster never imagined that his Sakaar would one day be on the verge of ruin just from the aftershock of two people's battle.
His usual devil-may-care attitude gone, a somber Grandmaster activated Sakaar's planetary defense system.
The battle between Lothar and Ego on Sakaar had inspired the Grandmaster to build a planetary defense system. After years of refinement, he believed the Sakaar defenses were now strong enough to withstand the after-effects of seven average gods' explosions.
But even so, the Grandmaster felt uneasy. The person who had just detonated himself wasn't an ordinary god; he was an Asgardian whose power had soared to its peak. Or rather, a god of Asgard!
"That goddamn maniac!"
In all his years of ruling Sakaar, the Grandmaster had never been so distraught. The mysterious Grandmaster of Sakaar publicly revealed his extraordinary power for the first time, pouring a terrifying stream of energy into the shield outside Sakaar.
A series of explosions instantly painted the skies of Sakaar a violent crimson, the sound deafening! But even with all his power, the energy shield was still steadily failing under the overflowing energy.
"What did I do to deserve you bunch of lunatics?!" A furious Grandmaster ground his teeth, regretting everything. From Hela back then to Thor now, he should have never gotten involved with the Asgardians. Now he was stuck.
It's easy to invite a god in, but a nightmare to get them out.
The white-haired Thor wanted to leave, and he wanted to take Sakaar, the culmination of the Grandmaster's hard work, with him. He was even more ruthless than his sister, Hela, who had only used the names of Odin and Thanos to force him into a kind and friendly cooperation.
"Sir! The people in the cosmic arena are all taking this chance to escape!" a loyal subordinate reported, kneeling.
A grim-faced Grandmaster waved him away, a gesture that meant he didn't care. If they wanted to die, he wasn't going to stop them.
"Go! Bring that son of Odin here!" The Grandmaster only wanted to kill that Thor to vent his rage.
"Uh... sir, the one leading the escape is that Asgardian Thor..." The subordinate's expression was hesitant.
"...Go stop him!"
"Now!"
The erratic Grandmaster kicked the subordinate, sending him sprawling. He had to make Thor pay, no matter which Thor it was. He had to pay!
"Yes!" The subordinate scrambled to his feet. He had just opened the door when a purplish-crimson energy blast streaked across the sky of Sakaar. It was beautiful, yet malevolent.
Something's wrong!
Is that?!
The subordinate's pupils contracted. He suddenly realized something was wrong. The terrifying energy blast was heading directly for Sakaar's core!
"L... O... T... H... A... R...!" The subordinate's last thought was a final roar from the Grandmaster inside the box.
Ten minutes earlier, outside Sakaar.
At the center of the chaotic energy explosion, two figures were still clashing. A few strands of carmine hair fell from Lothar as he dodged, landing in the flames that still burned on the white-haired Thor's arm. They were instantly incinerated!
"What's wrong, are you afraid, Lothar?" The white-haired Thor spat out a mouthful of blood and grinned. He had already ignited his body's energy, turning himself into a highly volatile bomb.
"What do you mean about Mera?"
A dark-faced Lothar's muscles bulged. He shot forward and easily clamped down on Thor's arm.
"You're..."
"Tell me! What did you mean about Mera?!" Lothar violently cut him off, not giving the white-haired Thor a chance to say anything else.
Mera was supposed to be in another universe that Barry Allen had already reset. How could she be here? And fighting Hela?
"How should I know?" The white-haired Thor, who was just waiting for Lothar to get closer, grinned. The fire burning on his arm immediately climbed from Lothar's fingertips and spread across his limbs.
"..." Lothar closed his eyes and slowly exhaled. "In that case, you can die."
Lothar didn't play by the rules; he didn't continue to press for answers.
"As you wish," the white-haired Thor said, smiling. His burning body suddenly swelled up.
KABOOM!
He exploded without hesitation, just as he said he would!
"Prince Lothar!"
The Other, who had already fled Sakaar's territory on a ship controlled by Woz, stared wide-eyed at the projection of Lothar. The blazing fire instantly consumed The Other's vision; Lothar had vanished.
"You wanted to kill me..."
"But you're not even close!"
Lothar tore apart the sea of fire with his bare hands, slowly emerging from the flames to re-enter The Other's sight. His golden armor was shattered, but his head was held high. His defiant carmine hair seemed especially wicked in the light of his eyes, and the Infinity Stones on his gauntlet shone brightly.
"Prince Lothar!" Woz and The Other's voices were filled with elation over the comms.
"Woz, reset the course. We're going to Midgard," a stoic Lothar said, looking up at Sakaar. He made a claw with his hand, and immense energy gathered in his palm.
"Yes, Your Highness Lothar," Woz said. "Course correcting... Course corrected. Destination changed to Midgard."
"Prepare to depart." Lothar took one last look at Sakaar, venting his rage and the energy in his hand all at once. The magnificent purple energy blast shot forward, breaking through Sakaar's defenses and heading straight for the planet's core.
Lothar thought he heard the Grandmaster's enraged scream, shouting his name. But it didn't matter. Since this era's Thor was still on Sakaar, he would just destroy the planet. He didn't have time to catch anyone.
....
Earth, New York.
The once cosmopolitan city was now completely frozen over.
With Superman at the front, the Justice League of bullies stood in a line behind Loki. Loki, the swaggering Prince of Asgard, held a dagger and smirked, ready for the killing blow.
"Good luck, my dear sis—"
CRACK!
Ice and snow flew everywhere!
A figure crashed down from the sky, cracking the surface of New York with countless fissures. The figure stepped out from the dust, walking on crystals of ice, instantly freezing the smile on Loki's face.
"How do you want to die?"
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