Roar!
The monstrous snake with sharp horns on its head roared skyward, its sound waves dispersing the mist that had enveloped several miles, revealing its massive body, which resembled a undulating, winding mountain range, its large, greenish scales, the size of millstones, gleaming like steel.
The mythical monster had arrived, and with a flick of its tail, it charged like a giant train across the land, crushing and sweeping towards the most conspicuous several thousand Frost Giants.
"Monster! What kind of monster is this?"
"Mídgarðsormr, the monster that disappeared from the Nine Realms long ago, why is it here? Help!"
The Frost Giants, tiny as ants, were devoured and swept away, with hundreds dying in just a short while.
This mythical beast, sealed for a long time, would destroy and kill everything it saw, continuously bringing disaster and terror.
"Monster, in front of Thor, stop your rampage!"
Although only Frost Giants were injured for now, if it wasn't dealt with quickly, the surrounding people of Midgard would soon be in danger.
Thor roared, swinging his hammer and flying up, Thor's Hammer, imbued with the power of lightning, struck the giant snake's chin heavily, causing its head to snap back, a few scales on its chin shattering, and its flesh charred black by the lightning.
He was not entirely without the ability to harm the giant snake.
But Mídgarðsormr's body was despairingly large; the injuries Thor inflicted were like a person being pricked by a fine needle, almost causing only pain.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several Quinjets flew in from a distance.
"Is that giant snake really not a holographic projection?"
"Director...Director, you absolutely must see the situation here."
The pilot swallowed, looking in terror at the several-mile-long giant snake.
Hearing the commotion, Black Widow Natasha stood up, and her pupils constricted as she looked through the cockpit glass.
"What is this?"
Although she was a seasoned Agent, the notorious Black Widow, who had dealt with countless politicians and criminals, the scene over ten miles away was beyond normal human comprehension.
Inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier.
Director Nick Fury and Deputy Director Hill looked at the rampaging giant snake monster and fleeing Frost Giants on the transmitted screen, stunned.
Was the scene on the screen really Earth? Not the site of some mythical battle?
And who was that man in ancient armor, glowing with electricity and wielding that meteorite hammer, trying to attack the monster?
"Natasha, your mission objective might have to change."
Fury gazed deeply at the screen, took a breath, and spoke quickly, his voice heavy.
He had intended to have Natasha lead a team to negotiate with the suddenly appearing King of Wakanda, but now the hammer was no longer important.
Receiving the order, Natasha frowned and quickly gave commands.
"Attack the giant snake, lure it eastward, and look at the small town to the west; I feel it wouldn't withstand a single sweep of this monster's tail before disappearing from the map."
"Yes, Agent Natasha."
"Also, send a message to that town, notify them to evacuate the civilians quickly."
In fact, the people of Old Bridge Town had already fled in fear; Ron's punch that shattered Destroyer earlier had caused a huge tremor within dozens of miles.
After checking the situation, the official personnel were even more shocked than Fury and his team; everyone in the entire town was terrified and evacuated in a hurry.
"Foolish brother, Father often told us that everything in our myths, to some extent, foretells our destiny.
Fighting the great serpent and perishing together is your destiny."
Watching Thor, who was desperately attacking but causing minimal damage to the giant snake, Loki laughed miserably, blood on his lips: "You're alive, but you're about to die again!"
"Then have you decided your destiny?"
Ron said unhurriedly, his words filled with a chilling coldness.
Odin had not yet appeared; the cost of forcibly waking from Odin Sleep despite his physical condition was enormous, and he would not easily decide to do so unless absolutely necessary.
"Mortal, my destiny is eternal frost!"
Loki, whose neck was being choked, roared in anger, parting his palms as the Ancient Winter Coffin appeared; he intended to use this powerful divine artifact to freeze this mortal who dared to humiliate him to Death.
Whoosh!
The Ancient Winter Coffin disappeared from his hands.
"A powerful divine artifact of the Frost Giant tribe, rumored to contain the Fury of a thousand deadly winters."
Ron, with one hand choking Loki's neck, held the Ancient Winter Coffin, which glowed with an icy blue light, in his other hand as if by magic, grasping its handle casually.
"But your sneak attack speed is as slow as a snail in my eyes..."
The national treasure of Jotunheim, though not as powerful as Asgard's Bifrost Bridge that could destroy a Planet, still had the ability to continuously release cold air and turn a Planet back into an ice age over a long period.
However, divine artifacts also depended on whose hands they were in.
"It seems your destiny is not this."
He shook his head gently.
"Hope your father comes to save you, otherwise, after today, Loki, the God of Mischief, will only appear in myths forever."
Ron's eyes held deep indifference, and his hand gradually tightened; Loki was choked to suffocation, veins bulging on his forehead, his legs kicking weakly, and he struggled to summon Gungnir again.
"He...he is not my father!"
Just as he lifted his hand to attack.
Pfft!
Ron, whose hands were both occupied, gently shot a laser from his eyes, and the golden Gungnir was blasted away, embedding itself dozens of meters away on the ground.
His last hope shattered, and a few seconds later, Loki was choked until his eyes rolled back, his ears buzzed, and his vision darkened.
Time passed second by second, hovering at the edge of Death, he could no longer hear what Ron was saying, that indifferent voice blurred as if coming from a distant horizon.
"It seems the adopted one is ultimately not as good as the biological one."
A few more seconds passed, Loki was close to Death, and Odin still hadn't appeared, making Ron somewhat disappointed, so he prepared to truly act.
"Killing Loki early will also yield some ability points, though it will inevitably be much less than my initial goal."
Crack! Crack!
Suddenly, the sky changed dramatically, dark clouds covered everything, and dazzling lightning filled the entire sky, the dense, dancing lightning like the branches of a thick forest.
"Midgardian!"
A deafening, ancient and majestic roar, like rolling thunder, echoed through the sky.
A white-haired old man in golden armor and an eagle helmet appeared with the Bifrost Bridge, riding a magnificent eight-legged warhorse, and the Gungnir stuck in the ground transformed into a bolt of lightning and fell into his hand, his awe-inspiring divine power overwhelming heaven and Earth.
"I am Odin, the All-Father."
With regret, sorrow, and anger, he looked at Loki with complex eyes, and slowly said in a deep voice.
"Hand over the criminal of the Nine Realms in your hand to the Lord of All Things.
He must face the wrath of the All-Father and the judgment of Asgard."
"Finally here."
Loosening his grip slightly to allow the drowning Loki to take a deep breath, Ron's lips curled into a smile, and he slowly turned his gaze.
"It seems your old father still loves you."
"I...I'm saying it again, he is not my father!" Loki was almost choked to Death, his face purplish, his body limp and weak, yet he remained incredibly stubborn, defiantly insisting.
In the sky, the one-eyed Odin, though appearing elderly, his voice was full of vigor, and the passage of time seemed to have only brought him endless wisdom and majesty.
"Being a king is also a very tiring thing; no matter the state, one can only endure, unable to show weakness to outsiders."
He sighed softly; although Odin's appearance was flawless, he knew it was merely an illusion, as forcibly withdrawing from Odin Sleep would inevitably cause injury.
"Father."
Thor, who was cooperating with the suddenly appearing fighter jets to lure Mídgarðsormr eastward, shouted excitedly.
After Mídgarðsormr appeared, The Warriors Three and Sif, who couldn't help and had to hide nearby, knelt respectfully with bowed heads.
"We greet the All-Father, praise your greatness, Odin."
"Criminal?
How about I execute him directly for you?"
Upon seeing the Norse All-Father from myth, he showed no reaction; hearing this statement, he instead sneered, looking as if he was about to act.
"Ron, no, listen to me..."
Thor was greatly alarmed; he had just noticed that while he was fighting the giant snake, his brother Loki was almost choked to Death by Ron.
Whoosh! But halfway through his sentence, he was sent flying by a giant snake tail containing tsunami-like power, crashing with a loud bang into a mountain range in the distance.
"I'm listening."
Ron, still choking Loki, tilted his head, indicating he was listening, but Thor was clearly not going to have another word for a while.
"Midgardian, Loki is a Prince of Asgard."
Glancing at his foolish eldest son who had been sent flying, Odin, from the sky, gazed deeply at the ground, electric light flickering in his ancient eyes, radiating an intimidating aura as if stating an undeniable fact.
"Midgard has no right to judge him!"
"Odin, this...this is the Odin from Norse mythology?!"
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., chaos erupted; first the Frost Giants, then the giant snake monster, and now Odin, appearing in a rainbow divine light, riding an eight-legged divine horse, radiating infinite majesty.
This was far more shocking than the appearance of Iron Man a while ago, a hundred times more shocking.
"Myths are real?"
If Odin exists, then Zeus, and even...Gods from other myths!
Everyone gasped.
If this news got out, it was foreseeable that there would be an Earth-shattering tremor across the globe, and countless people would go crazy!
"Who is he? He's not afraid of Odin at all, and that's the Norse All-Father."
"Just looking at Odin, holding lightning, from afar on the screen, I feel a sense of suffocation and a desire to submit."
Looking at the figure with a calm expression, standing on the ground, completely unafraid and confronting Odin, who was bathed in lightning, the S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel discussed in shocked whispers.
"The King of Wakanda, Ron."
Sif frowned, her face showing shock as she murmured.
Having just seen the person analyzing the data, she naturally couldn't forget.
"A Prince of Asgard? Not qualified to judge?"
Looking at the figure in the sky, repeating that contemptuous tone towards Earth, Ron chuckled: "Odin, you really think of yourself as the Lord of the Nine Realms above Earth!"
Odin also knew the power of Earth, otherwise he wouldn't throw everything he couldn't handle or found dangerous onto Earth, letting Earth block disasters for Asgard, such as the Tesseract, Hela, and the great serpent... but he still contemptuously referred to it as Midgard.
His voice echoed across the desolate plain.
As soon as these words were spoken, there was an instant silence, and a monstrous wave rose in the hearts of everyone watching; this was no longer a lack of fear or respect, but a direct mockery of the All-Father from myth.
Even the Frost Giant army, which had stopped in fear after Odin's appearance, was stunned; Odin's prestige was forged from bloody Death and countless bones, and no one in the Nine Realms faced Odin without fear.
Who was this Midgardian? Did Midgard have such a brave person?!
Rip!
"Mortal, who do you think you are facing!"
Provoked, the one-eyed All-Father, whose might shook the Nine Realms, roared, his thunderous rage causing the dark clouds to churn, as if the sky itself trembled in fear.
He raised his Eternal Spear gungnir, which erupted with scorching lightning, reaching its target in an instant.
"An alien who came to Earth to show off his power?"
Ron's eyes burst with ionized crimson rays, and he mocked, confronting him without fear.
Pfft!
In that instant, two Earth-shattering attacks, radiating dazzling light, collided!