Chapter 12 - Ch: 177-182

Chapter 177 The Most Frustrated Queen

Su Rui, utterly flustered and having been eaten, obediently went to the laboratory to transfer technology.

While still having authorization, she not only opened the interface, allowing the artificial intelligence Edith to access Wakanda's network.

She also made the source code public, rendering the firewall useless in front of Edith. Even if it were reprogrammed later and a new firewall set up, it wouldn't be able to stop Edith, which was equivalent to giving away the house keys; there would be no way to defend against her in the future.

She transferred all exclusive patented technologies, deleting backups in Wakanda, leaving nothing useful for Killmonger.

Even the data for the newly developed Vibranium suit project was deleted. Even if Killmonger became King, he wouldn't get the Vibranium suit. Even if he wanted to make one, he would find a lack of data and blueprints, leaving him completely clueless!

With the help of an insider, the technology transfer process went surprisingly smoothly. This was also thanks to no one obstructing her, and Killmonger had no one to monitor the laboratory. One can only imagine what he would think when he became King, gained actual control, and saw the emptied laboratory?

Let others die, not me.

Soon, a knock sounded.

Steve went to open the door. It was Queen Ramonda, dressed in casual clothes and looking haggard.

"Come in."

As Queen Ramonda entered, the moment the room door closed, her heart leaped.

"Let's skip the pleasantries. Your husband is dead, and your son is missing, his fate unknown. Killmonger will surely settle scores with you once he takes power. I won't help you, and I can't help you.

However, I can let you hide first, in a safe place, waiting for the situation to change.

If T'Challa is still alive, I can also help him, funding his return to the throne. None of this is free; it's compensated. As for the price, what do you think it is?"

Queen Ramonda, who had just sat down, had her chin gripped and head lifted. This posture was extremely humiliating, devoid of dignity.

Steve's words rang in her ears like a thunderclap. She wasn't afraid of death, only of dying and leaving her son alive, needing help, while she was powerless.

"Impossible! I still have other tribes I can ask for help from; it's not up to an outsider like you to dictate."

Ramonda struggled forcefully, but her chin remained firmly gripped. Maintaining the humiliating posture, her eyes glared at Steve with hatred.

How dare this man humiliate a Wakandan Queen like this? This is a capital offense! This is courting death!

A fallen Queen, who would care about her dignity? Even if she had no dignity at all, she was a former Queen; what did that matter to the current King?

"It seems you still haven't understood your situation."

Steve retrieved a video of Killmonger, along with W'Kabi, who was from the border tribe and also served as Wakanda's national security chief, commanding the army, having dinner and forming an alliance.

The content was clearly visible, and even the conversation was transmitted word for word.

"Once I take power, I will eliminate all opposition. For Okoye, whom you like, I can help create opportunities for you.

Wakanda has such advanced technology, yet it always acts like a coward. This is simply a waste, a disgrace!

Once we conquer land, you and I will split it equally. Your share can be passed down permanently, and I will publicly guarantee it in the King's name!"

Killmonger knew too well how to win over these warmongers. What does it mean to 'wage war to sustain war'?

Having been a Navy SEAL, he knew very well that wherever they went, there would be killing, burning, and looting. If they took the enemy's food, wouldn't they have something to eat themselves?

As for whether others would starve to death? Sorry, that was really not within his consideration.

Whether they lived or died, they weren't his people, so why bother with them? They couldn't get enough of the free pie and complained every day. Now, he'd serve them a big blade; in the future, forget about basic sustenance, there wouldn't even be a single bad review!

"Good, I knew you had ambition. Wakanda also needs an ambitious King to lead us in expanding our territory.

You don't know how much discontent there already is in our army. We have the World's most advanced technology, the strongest spacecraft, the strongest army, yet we are still confined here.

Every time someone provokes us, we can only drive them away, not actively attack. Can you understand this frustration?"

W'Kabi poured out his grievances. As a warmonger, being constantly suppressed and unable to freely initiate wars made him very uncomfortable.

If it was just about not wanting to be militaristic, it would be understandable. After all, war burns money, and it all depends on who has stronger logistical capabilities.

But why should they swallow their anger when others provoke them right at their doorstep?

A moment's patience brings calm, but a step back makes you think more and more about the loss!

"Sooner or later, this World will bow at our feet!"

Killmonger didn't know he was being monitored and continued to boast about conquering the entire World. Leaving aside other things, just conquering all of Africawould require a large army to maintain order.

Otherwise, as soon as they left, their home base would be taken over, which would be hilarious, a great joke.

But if they wanted to expand outwards, it would be impossible to bypass countless small countries and regions to launch cross-regional attacks. This kind of behavior is very dangerous; a slight mistake could cut off their retreat.

Intercepting a Wakandan transport ship could fetch a good price. Such a good thing, for the African natives, was an irresistible gift from nature!

Queen Ramonda listened to their conversation; they had already sentenced her and her daughter to death. Even with the help and protection of other chiefs, they themselves were struggling to survive; where would they have the time to care for her?

Perhaps it could work at first, but once time passed, gratitude and relationships faded, and her and her daughter would become prey!

Thinking of this, Queen Ramonda looked at Steve. She wasn't a fool; she clearly perceived what he wanted.

"What exactly do you want to help us? If T'Challa is still alive, you must help him with all your might, and I will satisfy you!"

After speaking, she lowered her head and began to suck on a lollipop.

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Three days later, there was still no news from T'Challa. Everyone searching had given up; given the circumstances, he was probably dead!

Falling from a hundred-meter-high cliff waterfall, even if there was a pool below, it was no different from jumping off a building.

Queen Ramonda and Princess Su Rui had disappeared, taking all the research data with them.

When Killmonger ascended to power, he also revealed his totem symbol, a fierce and cunning Killmonger!

When he went to the laboratory to check the latest technology, he found that the researchers told him all research data had been deleted.

All of it! This meant that even repairing an aircraft was impossible. The only technology available could only keep the city running; anything beyond that was out of the question.

Moreover, the reactors providing energy needed maintenance periodically and required replacement parts. Without data, they couldn't be produced, and eventually, the entire city would be paralyzed.

As each situation was reported, Killmonger's face became extremely grim. He furiously smashed everything he could see.

"Ramonda! Su Rui! Issue a notice: they have stolen Wakandan technology and are now being pursued according to law!"

Furious, Killmonger reluctantly issued a warrant, but by this time, Queen Ramonda and Princess Su Rui had already arrived in the United States, at a special S.H.I.E.L.D. safe house.

This safe house was made by Hill; even Pierce didn't know about it.

Their being alive was much more useful than their being dead. Su Rui couldn't die; her talent in the technology tree was maxed out. With enough resources, she could greatly help improve his technological level.

As for Queen Ramonda, she was merely a bonus for Su Rui.

Keeping her would make it easier to intervene in Wakanda's affairs later. And what could be more fulfilling than having a Queen bear his children?

Poor Ramonda, she probably wouldn't have time to enjoy life anymore. After raising one child, another would be born, one after another, endlessly.

He didn't bring Su Rui to the safe house rewarded by the system; he didn't want to do it so quickly. After some time, when the situation stabilized, he could arrange for her to go to the laboratory.

The matter of Wakanda came to an end. In fact, T'Challa did not die but survived. He was recuperating in Chief M'Baku's territory, waiting for his recovery.

He was also waiting for Killmonger to lead Wakandainto the quagmire of war. He thought very clearly.

Previous Kings had followed ancestral teachings, not sending troops to intervene in other regions and small countries, striving to recuperate and develop technology.

But there would always be people who wanted to expand outwards, and this desire grew stronger and stronger, and their numbers were constantly increasing. So, let them attack and start wars.

This was also a step to bring Wakanda to the World. Only when the benefits of war far outweighed the casualties would those fanatical warmongers be hated and opposed by civilians, and only then could they calmly reflect on whether their previous path was correct.

So, there was no rush to reclaim power; he would take his time. He would step back, carefully consider where his previous actions were wrong, and then make changes.

When he returned to the position of King in the future, he would be able to do better.

With Wakanda's affairs concluded, the next stop was Asgard.

Since the New York Battle, Thunder God Thor and Lokihad stayed at S.H.I.E.L.D. for a period. Afterward, they returned to Asgard, though Thor was still bothered by Steve taking his Thor's Hammer.

Last time, he had informed Sif to tell Steve to come to Asgard at some point.

Using the mjolnir, he could communicate with Heimdall, who managed the Bifrost Bridge's teleportation. They could then directly go to Asgard.

Regarding this trip to Asgard, Steve planned to bring Hill, leaving Sharon to oversee matters on Earth. This was to prevent the main base from being stolen while they were away.

Green Goblin's Dark Avengers were moving towards seizing power, transforming from supervillains into superheroes. They were capitalizing on the popularity of the Avengers 1 movie to gain heat and popularity.

Who would have thought Green Goblin would become a city councilor? And he was even preparing to run for Mayor. It seemed he had changed after his son Harry's death.

He also collaborated with General Ross. One was in politics, the other in the Military, cooperating with each other. As for whether they secretly used criminals to cause trouble and eliminate political rivals, that remained unknown.

Tony, Rhodes, and Bucky teamed up to deal with Killian. The opponent had already declared war and was challenging the President. For both emotional and rational reasons, they had to deal with him, to determine both superiority and life or death.

Steve did not participate, except for a brief appearance in the middle, abducting a female Extremis Warrior, and then no other actions.

If there were beautiful women, Steve would definitely be there; Captain America would certainly help. But if there were no beautiful women, only a group of rough men, then he was sorry, Captain was busy, out of service area, do not CUE, thank you for your cooperation!

After spending a few days comforting the Extremis Warrior El, as well as Su Rui and Ramonda, Steve set off for Asgard with Jean Grey, Polaris, Sif, and Hill.

Raising Thor's Hammer, after communicating with Heimdall, a multicolored Bifrost Bridge descended from the sky, enveloping the five of them.

Instantly, the group disappeared, leaving only a large circular, scorched mark on the ground, with strange patterns, looking very much like some kind of magicmark.

Teleportation takes time. Steve looked at the surrounding colorful rainbow tunnel, with the pitch-black starry sky outside. It didn't seem like crossing space but more like using a cosmic wormhole for a space jump.

If it were true teleportation, it would reach any location in the Universe instantly. But the Bifrost Bridge's teleportation involved constantly traversing through interstellar space, reaching its destination at an extremely fast speed.

About a minute later, they emerged from a semicircular portal.

Heimdall, clad in golden armor and standing on the central high platform, nodded at Steve and the others.

"His Majesty the King awaits you in the Heavenly Palace. Follow the Bifrost Bridge to the dock, where someone will meet you."

"Brother."

Sif greeted him, her tone a little sour. As a native Asgardian, she had been tricked by Thor and Loki into marrying a man from the lower realm.

By all accounts, it was a marriage down, not up. The longer she spent with him, Sif's understanding of Steveremained very superficial. She couldn't see through him, only knowing that he was tireless and loved the feeling of having children.

"Sif, you've worked hard. The King also knows about your situation and has approved Thor's decision. This invitation for your husband also involves a matter he needs to handle. I still need to oversee the Nine Realms, so I won't chat with you much longer."

Heimdall also harbored a sense of resentment, but as Thor was a Prince and his good friend, he, as a subject, had no right to criticize. Unless the Prince did something outrageous, was sending a female subordinate for a political marriage considered outrageous?

The answer was no!

What was so outrageous about a political marriage? This was a very normal act; how could it be outrageous!

Hill wore a black trench coat, her long hair styled in an elegant updo, her fair neck complementing her delicately made-up, pretty face. The aura of a strong woman emanated from her. A woman who dresses with care is always beautiful. If Steve had encountered her dressed like this in the Villa, she would have needed several days of rest to recover.

Chapter 178 Thor: There's a bull! Run!

Looking at the three-kilometer long, straight Bifrost Bridge, only faint figures could be seen moving at the distant dock.

Magical streams of light flowed within the unique magical metal, creating a beautiful and vivid scene that, coupled with the towering, golden Heavenly Palace in the distance, truly gave off a mythical feeling.

Hill stood on the Bifrost Bridge in high heels, looking down at the rushing river that stretched endlessly below, with blue skies and white clouds ahead.

Turning around, she faced a vast and boundless starry sky, with countless stars hanging in the Universe, possessing an indescribable mysterious beauty.

"It's so beautiful here, husband.

Our future home should also be decorated in this style.

It's too gorgeous.

Only by occasionally seeing this do I truly understand what you mean by the journey to the stars and the sea.

The Universe is vast, yet we are so small.

In our lifetime, can we really go out and see the Universe?"

What woman wouldn't be captivated?

A strong husband, a sea-view Villa—now upgraded to a beautiful Villa under the starry sky, even more stunning, with more elegance and atmosphere.

"This is absolutely possible, and as long as you all have any wishes, I will do my utmost to fulfill them.

Don't worry, Hill, I will definitely take you to tour space and experience other alien civilizations.

That day won't be too far off.

We are in Asgard now, and in a sense, they are aliens to us."

Steve embraced Hill; he, too, was a man of grand ambition.

Initially, he only thought about surviving and completing the system's tasks.

The tasks were completed, and the rewards were received.

He had also established more intimate connections with extraordinary women like Hill, had his own children in this World, and ensured the continuation of his bloodline.

He had already taken root in this World and couldn't go back.

For Steve, he had come to regard this place as his home, with family members he cherished and protected.

Polaris looked at Hill's joyful expression, and she, too, recalled her own past, wandering life.

She had also wondered if her ex-boyfriend's death was too coincidental, but as her relationship with Steve grew more intimate, that doubt had long been cast aside.

Did the truth matter?

Even if it was Steve's doing, in the past, she might have resented him, complained, and harbored rebellious thoughts.

But now, dwelling on that question was meaningless.

She had a child, Steve's bloodline, and she and Stevewere already inextricably linked, sharing both prosperity and loss.

They couldn't live without each other, deeply in love.

They had a happy and fulfilling family.

If all of this had been Steve's cunning scheme from the start, then what?

It was all for her own happiness; she didn't mind, or rather, she simply didn't care.

Sif's expression was somewhat complex, containing both the joy of returning to her homeland and the bewilderment of a married woman.

Perhaps from now on, she would live with this man before her, staying together for the rest of their lives.

Love could be cultivated slowly, and in fact, the time she spent on Blue Star was her most carefree period.

She no longer needed to train regularly every day, there were no endless battles, and no suffocating tension that kept her nerves constantly on edge.

Everything was so beautiful, and her new friends treated her very well.

There were no conflicts, only occasional jealousy, and more often, they were forced to unite against Steve's formidable strength.

Men who had fought together had a different bond.

This saying was equally applicable to women.

Jean Grey watched silently, offering only silent protection.

Perhaps she was a powerful Mutant, with abilities that could destroy the World.

In the eyes of others, such abilities made her a suitable tool; ordinary people would fear her power, ostracize her, and target her.

Her father had also died due to her uncontrolled abilities, leading her to doubt her own power.

Steve was always surrounded by many exceptionally talented women.

These women each possessed unique skills, always able to assist their husband in their specialized fields, diligently acting as supportive partners.

And her?

Perhaps, besides her formidable strength, her greatest contribution to Steve was relieving his stress and helping him vent his frustration.

Even so, she found it sweet.

Because without Steve, she couldn't find a reason to live.

With her parents' passing, she no longer had any attachment to the World.

With love in her heart, her perspective on the Worldchanged.

With bonds, she would no longer think of giving up or leaving.

Perhaps this was Steve's charm, always drawing women around him.

Each one, if released individually, was a capable and beautiful siren.

To obtain just one would be an immense fortune, a blessing accumulated over three lifetimes.

But now, these beauties of diverse styles willingly accepted each other.

Simply because they couldn't leave Steve, and Stevegenuinely treated them well and cared for them.

He didn't renege on his promises or grow tired of them.

Even with a continuous stream of new sisters joining, the love they received was still substantial, with little missing.

Moreover, they got along harmoniously, fostering a warm family atmosphere.

This was wonderful and enviable.

No infighting, no scheming.

Occasional collaboration, the satisfaction of completing tasks, striving together for a better life.

This life was fulfilling, meaningful, and each day was spent in peace and ordinariness.

Perhaps, this was life, this was family, and this was love.

Companionship was always the longest confession of love.

To look at each other, and every day upon waking, seeing her husband, her heart felt at ease—this was love!

The five stood there for a long time, admiring the beautiful scenery, not rushing to the Heavenly Palace.

After a long while, Hill finally looked up and kissed Steve.

"Husband, we should get going.

I'm very curious about how Asgard, as a mythical existence, operates."

Everyone had curiosity, and Hill always had a desire to explore and learn about the unknown.

Perhaps it was related to her work at S.H.I.E.L.D.; for unfamiliar new things, wanting to understand their principles was a basic quality.

This habit was well-preserved.

Curiosity didn't necessarily kill the cat; it might discover new continents!

The group walked together on the Bifrost Bridge, chatting as they went.

Enjoying the scenery, it was a rare opportunity to stroll with his wives, as such companionship was infrequent.

Steve was either busy slacking off or out and about.

He should take this chance to spend quality time with them.

The three-kilometer Bifrost Bridge was neither long nor short.

Chatting and strolling made it feel like many years of a married couple's companionship.

They leisurely arrived at the dock, where Thor was already waiting with The Warriors Three.

With Stormbreaker on one shoulder, Thor scrutinized Steve up and down, then suddenly said mischievously,

"Steve, haven't seen you in a while.

Did you get a new wife again?"

This was clearly an attempt to stir up trouble, hoping the couple would quarrel or even fight, so he could vent his frustration and enjoy the drama.

Having been with Loki for a long time, even the usually naive Thor had learned to be mischievous!

Unexpectedly, Hill's expression remained unchanged, and Sif, Polaris, and Jean Grey all looked calm.

They had all heard the unspoken meaning—wasn't it just fanning the flames and sowing discord?

Their journey here had already brought them closer.

Especially Sif and the other two, who were holding hands like sisters.

"Cut it out, Thor.

No need to sow discord here.

My relationship with my wives isn't something you can disrupt with a few words.

Did you call me here just to ruin our marital harmony?

You went to all the trouble of sending us here via the Bifrost Bridge just for this trivial matter?"

Steve took Mjolnir into his hand and tossed it a few times, completely ignoring Thor's increasingly dark expression.

The Warriors Three looked at Thor's exclusive weapon being taken, and their expressions varied: shock, surprise, and even anger.

They considered it a desecration; a weapon was a warrior's second life, and now it had been snatched away.

What else could it be but a slap in the face?

Thor's face fell.

He had tried many times to summon mjolnir, but the hammer remained motionless.

It felt as if his wife, who had been with him for many years, had been stolen by the old neighbor while he was away on a business trip.

Now, she was back, flaunting her love in his face and completely ignoring him—how infuriating!

He felt cuckolded!

Be confident, remove the "felt," he *was* cuckolded!

"Father originally placed an enchantment on mjolnir: if anyone is worthy of mjolnir, he shall wield the hammer.

This fellow passed the test and lifted the hammer.

Perhaps this is punishment for my past recklessness.

Let me introduce you.

This is my friend whom I met when I was banished to Earth, nicknamed Captain America, named Steve Rogers.

He's a very good fighter; you'll know if you spar with him sometime."

Thor praised Steve while diverting the trouble.

There were thousands of Asgardians; surely someone could beat Steve, right?

"These are my friends and comrades-in-arms, whom you've probably met already.

Fandral the Dashing, Volstagg the Voluminous, and Hogun the Grim.

We've fought side by side for a thousand years.

They were already seasoned warriors before I even stepped onto the battlefield."

This served as an introduction to both sides, as there would be opportunities to cooperate in the future.

Steve handed the hammer to Polaris and the others to play with, while he went over and put his arm around Thor's shoulder.

"Your friends, like you, are brave warriors.

Thor, you didn't call me here just to invite me for drinks and a meal, did you?

If it's for drinks, I can outdrink all of you!

Let's talk about serious matters first; we can discuss other things later, there's plenty of time to catch up.

By the way, how's your brother?"

The group slowly walked towards the Heavenly Palace, passing through the Asgardian marketplace along the way.

It was quite lively, with many peculiar items appearing.

Asgard's unique fruits and vegetables looked very different from those on Blue Star.

They came in various colors, but it was unknown if they were poisonous!

There were wine stalls, tea stalls, snack vendors, and weapon sellers, a dazzling array of goods.

Although there weren't many Asgardians, the marketplace here, with its exchange of goods, had a strong sense of life.

Beyond it were residential houses, where ordinary people lived.

"It's the Aether Particle.

Jane, while studying astronomical phenomena, accidentally entered the place where the Aether Particle was suppressed, due to the convergence of the Nine Realms during this period, and was possessed by the Aether Particle.

We are trying to extract the Aether Particle from her, but many methods, even magic, have failed.

You don't know, every time an Infinity Stone appears, it brings a storm of bloodshed.

Many factions want to obtain the Infinity Stones, using their power to seize authority and ignite wars.

We are preparing in advance; the seers have said this is a disaster for Asgard."

When it came to serious matters, Thor stopped his sarcastic provocations.

Before, it was just a casual vent of frustration; success would have been best, but failure was also fine.

If he had been nonchalant and hadn't shown his feelings, it would have been a sign of estrangement.

It was better to speak up about issues; if one was outmatched, one could grudgingly accept it.

The worst was to say nothing, allowing the rift to grow, which would then truly be a problem.

"Are you and Jane together?"

Steve thought of Daisy, the Queen of Balls.

Compared to Jane, a Dr. who lacked both figure and looks, Daisy, as her assistant, was truly stunning.

Her alluring figure, beautiful face, and lively demeanor could easily outshine Jane a hundredfold in every aspect.

He remembered that he had gone for an in-depth exchange with Daisy at the time, and had not had too much in-depth contact with Dr. Jane.

He simply wasn't interested, and Dr. Jane's abilities and knowledge were of no help to him.

Astronomy?

No matter how thoroughly one studied it, it was all superficial.

The main purpose of astronomy was to check the weather, and a weather forecast would suffice.

Without a weather forecast, Edith could analyze weather conditions based on satellite images of atmospheric flow and cloud cover, far more accurately than any forecast.

She had nothing to offer and couldn't even help his women.

Steve would absolutely not get involved; there was no need.

If she were intellectually brilliant, like Su Rui, even with ordinary looks and an average figure, Steve would be very willing to develop a deeper relationship with her.

If she could help him, she was a good woman.

If she couldn't help him, there was no need to force himself to take her, only to end up disgusted.

When Dr. Jane was mentioned, Thor looked a bit embarrassed.

He scratched his head, feeling a mixture of shyness and sadness.

"We are just ordinary friends.

It's just that my father would never agree to me being with Jane.

She is merely a mortal, who ages very quickly.

I can live for a very long time, so it's destined to have no outcome."

This was the truth.

Human lifespan, at most, was a hundred years, and many didn't even live that long, dying at eighty or ninety.

Excluding the eighteen years of growth and the period of old age after sixty, the time one could remain youthful, beautiful, and mature was only about forty years.

Long-lived and short-lived individuals were indeed incompatible.

After one side died, it would only add to the grief.

What was the point!

Chapter 179 Young people should not be too angry!

Steve didn't have such concerns, or rather, he wasn't worried about such things happening at all.

As long as he could become stronger, his wives could also increase their lifespan synchronously, and that was enough.

Whether he was strong or not didn't matter; the most important thing was to live a long life and stay young.

That way, he could maintain passion and affection.

All that talk about 'holding hands and growing old together' was nonsense.

No matter how good the feelings between a white-haired old woman were, it couldn't compare to the charm of a beautiful, eighteen-year-old girl, fresh as water.

These words might be a bit crude, but that was the truth.

No matter how beautiful a fifty-dollar bill was, humans still preferred a hundred-dollar bill; this was the crushing power of hard reality.

Patting Thor on the shoulder, he said with some sympathy:

"It seems your father was right.

When Jane grows old, you'll realize that young and beautiful women are what men truly like in their hearts.

If you really want to be with her, then find a way to preserve her looks and let her live longer.

At least then she can stay with you; otherwise, a few decades will pass in the blink of an eye.

When that time comes for separation, life and death partings are very difficult to accept and very disheartening."

Young people all think about eternal vows, but only those who have experienced it know that it's all empty.

Otherwise, why would an eighty-year-old man marry a twenty-year-old girl? It's an obvious truth; this is an unchangeable fact.

Thor's expression became even more dejected after hearing this.

He did want to be with Dr. Jane while he was still young, at least that way there would be no regrets.

He suddenly thought of something and looked at the other party with a suspicious expression.

"Then you have so many wives; aren't you worried that as you get stronger in the future, they will gradually grow old?"

This was a very good question, and even Hill, who was admiring the scenery and satisfying her curiosity, couldn't help but prick up her ears.

No woman is immune to vanity; loving beauty, wanting to stay young, and showing her best side to her beloved is human nature.

Even Hill, a female Agent in a high position who had seen all the ugliness and beauty in the world, would have a strong need for such things.

Steve knew that Hill and the others were very concerned about this question; who wouldn't care about their appearance?

Love of beauty is innate; men like to stay handsome and maintain their attractiveness to women.

Women also hope to maintain their appearance to keep men's attention.

"I've thought this through a long time ago and have been working on it.

They will maintain their appearance; this is a goal I've been striving for."

Steve didn't expose it, nor could he talk about the system.

This was a bit perfunctory, and Thor, unable to get any more information, simply stopped talking.

Heavenly Palace.

In the majestic hall, towering stone pillars supported the palace.

The clean and bright floor, everywhere was dazzling golden splendor.

Simple yet solemn, understated yet grand.

Odin sat on the throne, his left hand wearing a golden eye patch, his right hand holding the Eternal Spear, meeting Steve as a king.

Looking at the mortal before him, who was also holding the divine artifact he had commissioned the Dwarf King to forge.

That was originally made for his daughter, Hela.

Later, Hela got a better weapon, and this hammer was sealed away.

Then, when his son grew up, this hammer was given to Thor to help him better train his divine power.

Now it had been taken away by a mortal, which made him somewhat displeased.

But the enchantment he had set, by a strange twist of fate, caused the hammer to truly be taken by someone worthy, which was also a matter of destiny.

"Who stands below?"

"I am Steve Rogers."

Steve was neither humble nor arrogant; he frowned slightly.

Was this a show of force? They all knew who he was, yet still acted this way—it was clearly a show of force!

What was he trying to do? Was he trying to show off in front of him?

If so, that was a huge mistake.

Steve didn't know anything about respecting the old and loving the young; if he got angry, he'd even fight Odin!

Old geezer! You can't just pick on the weak when you want to show off!

"You come from Midgard, to meet the King, why do you not bow, kneel and worship, mortal!"

Odin's tone was very serious.

He had never had a good impression of the people of Earth.

That place was a mess, to say it was a pandemonium was not an exaggeration at all.

He once wanted to rule that place, but later found it too complicated.

Plus, there were other Realms to govern, closer and richer in resources, so he gave up on Earth, letting it fend for itself.

Polaris, standing behind Hill, raised an eyebrow.

She had never seen anyone dare to tell her husband to kneel.

She herself dared, but usually when Steve knelt, she would automatically turn around to cooperate.

"My bones are rather hard; I just can't kneel.

Odin, put away your bluster.

Asgard certainly had its glory, but now it's heading towards a dead end.

I'm quite curious, we have your myths on Earth; is that Ragnarok real?"

This wasn't said lightly.

The essence of Ragnarok was a punishment for these powerful beings who monopolized longevity and resources.

If they survived, they could still pretend to be gods and wield power.

If they didn't, then sorry, power would enter the next round of reshuffling.

"Hmph! Arrogant!"

Odin picked up the Eternal Spear and stomped it on the floor.

An armor similar to the Destroyer Armor appeared out of thin air.

Its mask did not open, but it began to accumulate energy, emitting enough power to destroy the opponent.

"I ask you one more time, will you kneel or not!"

Bang! Crack!

The armor was accumulating energy, but the next second it was inexplicably disintegrated.

The outer armor turned into pieces of iron, with only the central spherical energy core still glowing.

Polaris flicked her finger, and the disintegrated iron pieces scattered on the ground.

Her dark green hair clung to her cheeks, and that untamed look reappeared in her eyes!

In an instant, her valiant and heroic aura returned!

From beginning to end, Polaris had never changed; she was always wild and untamed.

It was only when facing Steve and Hill that she would put away this self-protective mindset.

Only when encountering enemies would she display this side.

Undoubtedly, this was Polaris's masterpiece!

The ability to control magnetic fields still worked in Asgard, and her abilities had improved a lot; she couldn't do it so easily before.

Now, disarming a nuclear bomb with her bare hands didn't seem impossible; it just depended on whether she wanted to do it.

If the protection was good, disarming one on the spot was completely feasible.

Odin's eyelids twitched violently.

He just wanted to test whether the helper his son had brought was capable or not.

Now it seemed, very capable!

"Heh heh, not bad, a little trick, you've passed this test.

Steve, you took a divine artifact that rightfully belonged to Asgard.

The mjolnir in your hand was forged by me, using the core of a star, precious metals, and crafted by the strongest and most outstanding blacksmith master of the Nine Realms, the Dwarf King.

You passed the enchantment's test, but that doesn't mean you can keep it.

You are not worthy; you should return mjolnir to Asgard."

The first part was an acknowledgment, but the latter part was different.

This was a complete provocation, clearly confrontational.

"You!"

Polaris was about to retort, to scold the other party for being shameless.

A jade hand blocked her way; it was Hill.

Hill shook her head at her, "Don't act rashly.

The other party is just bluffing, trying to drive down the price.

If you really get angry, you'll fall into their trap."

Polaris didn't understand these intricacies; she hated this kind of scheming and infighting the most—it was too troublesome and gave her a headache.

Her fiery temper was already ready to fight; she would never hand over the hammer.

What a joke, why should she return money she earned with her own strength?

"If this is why you called me here, then you don't need to say so much, let's just go to war!

Because of your banishment, over two thousand civilians in one of our towns died, so you should also compensate.

This hammer was obtained by my strength; if you have the ability, take it back!"

Steve's tone was dismissive; not only was he self-righteous, but he also demanded compensation from Odin.

Thor, watching from the side, was speechless.

He didn't even dare to lose his temper in front of Odin.

Odin might be old, but his power was still there!

"Heh heh, I'll give you a piece of advice: young man, don't be too arrogant!"

Odin looked at the other party with a forced smile, already thinking about how to dampen his arrogance.

"Is it still a young man if he's not arrogant?"

Steve picked up the hammer and pointed it directly at Odin, looking like a young and reckless man who only believed in the winner takes all.

Hill and the others had strange expressions, seeming to hold back laughter.

An old man over a hundred years old calling himself a young man—how ridiculous did that sound!

But then, thinking of the seventy years of accumulation, Hill couldn't laugh anymore.

It was by listening to his nonsense that she had her daughter, Corby; she was numb!

Numb in every sense of the word!

Suddenly, Odin laughed.

He struck the Eternal Spear on the floor, and a magicprojection appeared in the hall—a map of the Nine Realms.

"Thor has made a good friend.

Very good, young man, you have passed your test.

Only a character that doesn't bend in the face of tyranny, and possesses a benevolent heart, can gain mjolnir's recognition.

You are indeed so.

Facing my constant pressure, you have always remained courageous.

This is very good, child, you have done very well."

Polaris curled her lip in disdain, despising this kind of old geezer who pretended to be fierce by borrowing power.

She muttered quietly, "Wearing a nine-of-coins mask, putting on airs."

Hill was a bit helpless, looking at this little sister, who dared to say anything.

Sometimes, just be a bit more mature, don't cause trouble for the man; some things can be said however you want when you get back.

Compared to Hill's consideration for the bigger picture and Polaris's untamed nature, Jean Grey was just watching the show from the side.

She was very sensitive to killing intent, and precisely because she could tell Odin had no killing intent, she was just enjoying the spectacle.

When it came to the 'young man' part, she also couldn't help but smile, her eyes full of charm as she looked at Steve's back.

This man always gave her surprises, and brought her joy and numbness.

Sif, as an Asgardian and Steve's wife, was truly caught between two difficult choices.

If a conflict broke out between the two sides, should she help Asgard or Steve?

On one side was her homeland, on the other was her husband.

She didn't want to change husbands, nor did she want to see her homeland make things difficult for her husband; it was truly too difficult!

Their thoughts turned a thousand times, while Odin on the throne continued to speak to himself.

"The Nine Realms echo each other, and every five thousand years, they align in a straight line during their movement.

There will be a period of spatial turbulence, and if one is not careful, they will reach other Realms.

A long, long time ago, there was a race called the Dark Elves.

They were born in darkness, grew in darkness, and were a naturally cruel race.

The Aether Particle was their race's divine artifact.

They had one goal: to return the entire Universe to its original state of no light, only darkness."

At this point, the magic projection also changed, showing the image of the Dark Elves.

If one thought elves were synonymous with beauty, they were completely wrong; the images shown in the projection were barbaric, ugly, and ferocious.

Polaris complained a bit, glad they were ugly; otherwise, she would be worried if Steve would bring another person back.

Every time Steve went out, he was either slacking off or chasing women.

Last time, he brought back three at once; although they were considered concubines or lovers and not wives, wasn't he a bit too promiscuous?

But whenever she remembered being jealous, and then being unable to handle Steve by herself, which left her numb for several days, barely able to walk without holding onto walls, her temper vanished.

Go ahead and find them, as long as they weren't strange ones, it was fine.

She wasn't used to being with dark-skinned people; it wasn't discrimination, just a simple dislike.

Her impression of dark-skinned people remained at the 'dirty and smelly' stage; otherwise, why would there be talk of body odor!

Steve watched the projection with a serious gaze.

He didn't believe everything Odin said was true.

History was always written by the victors; the grass on the graves of the defeated was already two meters high, with no right to refute or speak.

However, the Dark Elves wanting to turn the Universeback into a completely dark era—that much was true.

"After the Aether Particle was sealed, the Dark Elvesdisappeared, hiding away.

They must still be clinging to life somewhere, and now that the Aether Particle has reappeared, I'm afraid a bloody storm is inevitable.

Steve, if you can help Thor resolve the issues of the Aether Particle and the Dark Elves, I will personally award mjolnir to you."

Odin resumed his arrogant posture.

What did he mean by 'award'? He spoke as if he was high above.

And using someone else's property as payment for them, essentially pulling a fast one—wasn't this a bit shameless?

Before Polaris could react, Steve smiled, turned, and left with Hill and the others.

An Odin with no sincerity meant there was no need to cooperate.

Speaking with a condescending attitude was one thing, but now he even expected them to work for free?

Did he overestimate himself?

Putting everything else aside, Steve had already decided that this time, he would let the Dark Elves give Asgard a big shock!

Chapter 180: Captain America: Who wants to play close combat with you? Try Gatling!

Odin's face darkened; did this guy not want mjolnir? This hammer was a divine artifact!

"You can leave, but the hammer belongs to Asgard, you must leave it behind!"

No sooner had Odin finished speaking than Steve had already turned around, suddenly throwing the hammer.

The whistling wind, this time faster, reached Odin's face almost in the blink of an eye. Even Thor didn't have time to react, and Odin was caught off guard and sent flying.

Boom! The hammer smashed through the wall and returned again.

"Father! Steve! How dare you!"

Thor summoned Stormbreaker. Regardless of whether they were good friends who fought side-by-side before, now that Steve had hit his father, he had to step forward.

"No sincerity, aggressive. Is this what you called me here to do?"

Steve took out his shield. The next second, his stealth suit was on, and his right hand gripped the hammer, raising it to the side of his face. He adopted a combat stance, no longer intending to continue negotiations.

With a spatial distortion, Odin reappeared in the great hall. The Eternal Spear pointed at Steve, beginning his final defection attempt.

"Sif, you are an Asgardian warrior. Now, obey my command and apprehend Steve!"

Sif took out her spear, a flicker of hesitation crossing her expression. She had originally thought Steve would suspect her, but he didn't even look at her, instead protecting her behind him.

No guard, no suspicion, entrusting his weakness behind him to her with confidence—this act was already silent trust.

Not only Steve, but even Hill and the others hadn't suspected her, hadn't stopped her. This trust, this emotion, was enough for her to change her stance.

"I cannot do it. I am no longer an Asgardian warrior. I am merely a wife, and I must protect my husband. I am sorry, Your Majesty. If you wish to arrest my husband, you must first step over my corpse!"

Sif also adopted an offensive stance. At this moment, she was no longer confused, knowing that she too could have love. Even if Steve had been rough with her before, she found it sweet and was willing to dedicate everything to him.

This was the result of taking too many mental shortcuts, reaching the heart fastest and resonating emotionally.

Odin was immensely disappointed, not only in Steve but also in Sif, the female warrior he had nurtured for over a thousand years.

"Seize them, dead or alive!"

As Odin's command was given, the surrounding guards also drew their longswords and charged forward.

"Don't hold back. Kill if you can! Today, let this old geezer know that we are not to be trifled with! If Asgardflows with blood today, it will be because of this muddle-headed old man, Odin!"

Steve took the lead, rushing forward to deal with Thor, whose Stormbreaker was the greatest threat.

Clang!

A fierce chop was deflected by Steve's shield, and he used the momentum to close in, slamming the hammer in his right hand heavily onto Thor's head.

Bang! Thor was instantly knocked unconscious, blood gushing from his head. If not for his powerful physique, this blow would have shattered his skull!

"Thor!"

Odin roared, seeing his son's life hanging by a thread. He could feel that the other party's heartbeat had dropped to a dangerously critical line.

Ignoring the need to suppress his power, he unleashed his divine power, transforming into a golden God of War.

The two quickly became entangled. Although Odin was old, his speed was incredibly fast once he unleashed his divine power. It was a grave mistake to think he was a decrepit old man.

Several times, Steve narrowly avoided having his throat pierced by the Eternal Spear, thanks to his quick dodging.

With his physique, dealing with Odin was somewhat beyond his capabilities. Victory was difficult; the power gap between them was evident, and even with the 'fishing' system, it was hard to bridge this difference.

But if it was just entanglement, a diversion that didn't seek victory, Odin also couldn't do anything to him.

Each time, he used exquisite skill to avoid solid blows and strike at weaknesses, never clashing head-on. This cunning fighting style had a sense of 'four ounces deflecting a thousand pounds,' and it was completely unexpected by Odin!

Hill took out a Chitauri energy rifle after radiation removal. With burst fire mode activated, and relying on her synchronized Super Soldier Serum physique, she maintained stable output, each energy bullet exploding and sending a guard flying.

She didn't aim for headshots, only for suppressive fire.

Sif was about to charge, but she found her spear fixed in place, unable to be pulled. Polaris extended her jade hand, adorned with dark green nail polish, gently stopping her. It was she who used her magnetic control ability to freeze the spear, precisely to dissuade her.

"Don't move. If you don't act, you won't be in a difficult position. Don't worry, Steve is clever. We'll fight and retreat, first to the underground prison to release the people, cause chaos, and then figure out how to leave."

Sif bit her lip, not knowing what to say. Once she acted, her last connection with Asgard would truly be severed, irreparable.

It wasn't about still hoping for cooperation, but rather not wanting Sif to bear a psychological burden, nothing more. It had nothing to do with so-called cooperation.

Odin, that bastard, was like an American squid, full of a condescending attitude, wanting to cooperate with people but unwilling to show sincerity.

Paid labor? The experts only envisioned it, but Odinactually did it!

Hypocritical, arrogant, and disdainful.

If he didn't want to cooperate, then don't cooperate; let's fight!

Jean Grey activated the Phoenix Force, controlling everyone present. As a crimson glow emerged, she shrieked,

"Die, all of you!"

Whoosh!

The Asgardian soldiers mysteriously burst into flames. No matter how they struggled, these flames clung to them like maggots, burning their flesh, and even their souls were inevitably annihilated!

The Phoenix Force, truly terrifying!

The Warriors Three also screamed. Their strength was greater, allowing them to endure longer, but they were already at their limit!

Hill and her companions had voice communication, and even in Asgard, Edith could provide real-time assistance. Drones had already been dispatched for exploration, mapping out the Heavenly Palace.

They went to the dungeon to release prisoners captured by Asgard. These prisoners came from other Planets, all arrested for resisting Asgard or causing trouble on Planets under Asgard's protection.

Steve remained to hold off Odin, who was still very strong when fully unleashed.

His boasted strength was insignificant before Odin. He was kicked onto his shield, flying over twenty meters before stabilizing.

His blood and qi churned; this power was too great. If he hadn't used the force to fly backward, fully absorbing it, his muscles would likely have torn from exceeding their tolerance!

Without pressing the attack, Odin merely touched The Warriors Three with the Eternal Spear, and the flames scorching them from the Phoenix Force were finally extinguished.

Even so, they were on the verge of death, their spirits weak.

Seeing his son unconscious, Odin's rage surged again. A large number of troops had already poured in from outside, surrounding Steve.

"Kill him!"

Odin, holding the Eternal Spear, pointed at Steve. With a command, all the guards charged forward like hungry tigers pouncing on sheep!

Within the last few seconds, Steve had recovered and once again faced the Asgardian legion soldiers in peak condition.

Unlike the guards, these soldiers used combined attack techniques.

Often, one would use a shield to draw fire, while several others attacked with spears and pikes, and two more used longswords to provide support in the middle. They perfectly demonstrated cold weapon tactics to the extreme, showing that Asgard indeed lived up to its reputation; otherwise, it wouldn't dare claim to rule the Nine Realms.

Drawing lightning with Mjolnir, the Heavenly Palacewas covered in dark clouds, with lightning snakes flashing. Then, he threw it violently. The lightning in the sky continuously struck the Heavenly Palace's defensive barrier, but it was all blocked.

The hammer, however, broke through the front defensive formation. Steve didn't rush in for close combat; instead, he unchivalrously pulled out a Gatling gun from his weapon arsenal and smiled at the soldiers.

"Surprise!"

Da da da!

The six gun barrels rotated under electric power, their muzzles glowing blue, spewing out a torrent of bullets, forming a metal storm of fire.

"Ah!"

"My eyes!"

"My hand!"

These Asgardian soldiers had never seen such an unchivalrous fighting style. They were clearly holding a shield and a hammer, looking like melee warriors. Suddenly pulling out a Gatling machine gun and spraying bullets—this behavior was utterly shameless!

The formation of five hundred people was torn apart. Armor could block bullets, but the Gatling's rate of fire was too fast. It could unleash fifty million bullets in a minute. This Gatling, enhanced after optimization and powered by an Arc Reactor, was even more terrifying.

In just an instant, soldiers fell in droves. The front-line soldiers, armed with heavy shields, couldn't last more than a few seconds. Their shields shattered, and they themselves were torn to shreds by bullets!

Using hot weapons against cold weapons was a dimensional reduction strike!

No one would have expected Steve to be so unchivalrous!

Watching his soldiers being mowed down in droves, Odin was enraged. He raised the Eternal Spear, and a burst of energy from its tip sent Steve flying.

Just as he was about to deliver the finishing blow, a roar came from outside, followed by the shattering of the defensive barrier. This barrier was powered by divine artifacts and magic; even continuous nuclear bombardment for half an hour wouldn't break it!

It would only be deactivated due to energy depletion!

There was another possibility! That it was shut down from the inside!

One after another, scythe-shaped aircraft crashed into the palace. Many strange figures, wearing pale, eerie masks and entirely black, jumped down from them, wielding energy weapons and shooting at the remaining Asgardian soldiers.

They had just been swept by the Gatling gun and then cut in half by the scythe-like wings of the spacecraft.

Of the five-hundred-person contingent, fewer than a hundred could now stand.

"Dark Elves!"

Odin recognized the race at a glance. His worst fear had come true.

"Immediately send reinforcements, and eliminate them at all costs!"

Turning around again, he found that Steve was gone. That last strike clearly should have incapacitated him, yet he had mysteriously vanished!

In the dungeon.

He was confined in the first cell, a single room with books and a sofa. Compared to the other multi-person cells, this place was truly out of place.

How was this a prison cell? This was clearly a vacation!

Hill immediately saw Loki, who was imprisoned inside. She herself didn't particularly like Loki. He had opened the wormhole, leading the Chitauri Legion to invade Earth. No normal person would think he was a good person.

"Hi, we meet again, Captain's wife."

Loki stood before the energy barrier. He looked at the dungeon guard, impaled by Sif's spear and hanging from it. This sight alone revealed their stance, but he wasn't sure what they intended to do.

"You seem quite leisurely. Want to come out? Tell me how to activate the control core."

Hill suppressed her dislike. The Loki before her could be useful. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

"It seems you've run into trouble!"

No sooner had Loki spoken than he saw Hill pull out a gun and aim it at him, scaring him into raising his hands. Having witnessed these people's abilities, he didn't want to be beaten again.

"It's on the stairs ahead to the right, up to the third floor, the first room is the control panel. You can just blast the control panel, and the restrictions will be lifted."

This was largely consistent with the map analyzed by Edith. Hill nodded and walked forward.

At this moment, in the cell diagonally opposite Loki's, a strange figure covered in rocks began to smoke all over, repeatedly smashing the floor in pain.

The violent aura caused the other prisoners in the same cell to frantically pound on the barrier, wanting to tell the guards that someone was about to kill!

Some of the bolder ones even launched preemptive attacks.

The Cursed Warrior grabbed the Tiger-Man's fist. The intense heat burned him, making him scream continuously. The scent of roasted meat wafted through the cell, but just thinking that it was the flesh of intelligent beings, these prisoners almost vomited their overnight dinner in disgust.

Hill merely glanced at it, then told her sisters to go shut down the control core. She could tell at a glance that the other party had been intentionally captured, infiltrating the prison.

As for how strong he was, probably very strong. Since the other party also harbored ill intentions, they might as well make good use of him to block the pursuers.

From beginning to end, Hill never blamed Steve for suddenly starting a war. She loved Steve very much and had given birth to a beautiful daughter for him, so their affection was naturally beyond words.

It was precisely because of this deep love that when Odin treated Steve not as a person, but with the condescending attitude of a superior being pitying a lower race, this behavior not only enraged Steve but also enraged her.

When a man is outside, he listens to the man. So when Steve said to start fighting, she didn't hesitate at all; instead, she felt a sense of exhilaration, as if she had been suppressed for a long time and was finally freed.

Following the stairs up, there were no guards here.

At the end, there were two Asgardian soldiers. Polarisacted, extending her beautiful, manicured hand, and with a forceful grip, she crushed their helmets, incidentally crushing their brains as well!

Chapter 181 Frigga: Oh no, it's coming towards me!

Polaris hadn't gone on a killing spree since following Steve. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but there was no opportunity, and she was tormented every day, needing to lean on walls to walk. How could she have the energy to do anything else?

This time, Odin humiliated her husband, so she didn't need to be polite, and there was no need to be polite at all. If he was an enemy, then attack fiercely.

With Hill as the command core, Sif as the close-combat bodyguard, Polaris controlling the field, and Jean Greyas the main damage dealer, this setup was almost maxed out. Unless Odin personally intervened and instantly killed Jean Grey, they wouldn't encounter any obstacles.

When the pursuers arrived at the dungeon, the energy supply there was just cut off.

The barriers that originally held the prisoners were broken, and these lawless criminals escaped their cells one by one. They met the arriving Asgardianreinforcements head-on, and both sides were somewhat startled.

The guards were surprised that all the prisoners had escaped, while the prisoners were surprised that the reinforcements arrived so quickly.

Both sides hesitated, but only for a moment. The Cursed Warrior had already pushed aside the prisoners blocking his way and charged forward.

"Form ranks! Engage the enemy! Archers, fire!"

The squad leader immediately gave the order, and the soldiers formed their formation, ready to engage. Regular soldiers against these defenseless prisoners? It would be easy!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

More than a dozen arrows shot out with a whistling sound, all accurately hitting the Cursed Warrior. He merely lowered his head, not allowing the arrows to strike his face. Other arrows pierced his body, their fletchings still trembling slightly, indicating the immense force behind them.

Unfortunately, the Cursed Warrior didn't care. As he walked, these arrows began to burn. Even the metal arrowheads were pushed out, and the wounds rapidly healed.

Without any combat skills to speak of, the Cursed Warrior grabbed a thrusting spear and knocked it aside. He punched an armored Asgardian guard's head, causing it to explode, and then charged wildly.

He alone rendered these elite guards helpless. They were rich in combat experience. Even when a comrade died, the dying soldier used all his strength to delay the Cursed Warrior, holding him tightly, unable to move.

A longsword struck the Cursed Warrior's head, but it couldn't harm him in the slightest! Instead, it enraged him, leading to a more violent counterattack. He grabbed the guard restraining him and tore him in half!

The insane actions also emboldened the terrified prisoners, each beginning to display their unique abilities, engaging in skirmishes with the guards.

Loki's cell restraints were also opened. He glanced around, cast an illusion to remain in place, and then walked towards the control room. He wanted to catch up with Hill's group, hoping to cooperate with them.

He had a premise for cooperation, and he had leverage!

That was how to leave Asgard!

Many people only knew that Asgard could only be reached by teleportation through the Bifrost Bridge, and other methods were impossible. Even spatial jumps through wormholes would result in being torn to shreds by spatial turbulence.

This was a naturally excellent space. To reach Asgard, one could only pass through the Bifrost Bridge.

And Loki was naturally sensitive to space; he could sense nearby spatial rifts.

He had once used a rift to leave Asgard unnoticed, traveling to the Frost Giants' realm to make a deal with them, tricking them into stealing the Casket of Ancient Winters, a treasure of the Frost Giant race!

This treasure, wielded by the bloodline of the Frost Giant King, could plunge an entire Planet into an ice age, freezing all living things, even oceans and volcanoes.

It was Loki's collusion with the Frost Giants that led to the Frost Giants' theft during Thor's coronation ceremony, causing the ceremony to be interrupted and preventing him from inheriting the throne.

After his request to fight Odin was denied, an enraged Thor, along with The Warriors Three, Sif, and Loki, traveled to Jotunheim and engaged in a great battle with the Frost Giants.

This nearly triggered a war between the two powers, leading to his banishment to Earth by Odin.

This time, Loki intended to use the method of leaving Asgard as leverage to cooperate with Hill and her group. He wasn't worried about them not cooperating, because this unrest would eventually subside; it was only a matter of time.

Leaving quickly during this period, leaving Asgard's base, was the most important thing.

Unfortunately, Loki miscalculated one thing: that Hilland her group couldn't leave Asgard.

In fact, he didn't know about something like a Hearthstone, nor did he know that a Hearthstone could still be effective anywhere.

Although the purpose of a Hearthstone was to teleport the holder to a safe house after a cast time, such a thing was unheard of even by Odin, let alone Loki.

What Hearthstone?! Do you think you're playing Worldof Warcraft?! Ridiculous!

But in this World, what isn't possible?

Anything is possible!

After Hill and her group dealt with the defense core, they communicated with Steve. Steve continued to draw fire, while Hill and her group went to the underground treasury to clear out all the treasures Odin had collected over the years. Take what they could, and destroy what they couldn't!

This undoubtedly created an even deeper, mortal enmity! But if they didn't do this, would Odin spare him?

Ultimately, Steve clearly realized that Odin was no different from Americans and Europeans—they were all savage pirates to the bone.

They all rose to power through burning, killing, and looting. Once they accumulated enough wealth, they would whitewash their image, proclaiming themselves beacons of civilization. The U.S. wanted to dominate and rule the entire World; Asgard wanted to rule a section of the Universe, including the Nine Realms.

What's the difference? Did Steve really not know how Asgard prospered? It was all about early-stage raiding, robbing, and burning. If anyone resisted, they were killed, leaving behind subservient vassal Planets.

Against such a savage pirate civilization, reasoning was useless. Only by beating them down with fists or making them submit would they stop and sit down to reason.

At that time, would reasoning be necessary? Just enslave them in return; don't talk about morality, that's for saints. All Steve needed was conquest, conquest, conquest.

Reason with civilized people, use fists against savage pirates—there's nothing wrong with that; it's even very reasonable!

Returning to Steve's perspective, after a short run, he was covered in wounds. Odin, that old schemer's furious blow hadn't killed him, but it had severely wounded him.

"Ding, detecting that the Host is in a state of war with Asgard. Odin's attitude towards you is Hatred. Thor's attitude towards you is Hatred. The Goddess of Death, Hela's attitude towards you is Neutral. The God of Mischief, Loki's attitude towards you is Neutral.

Meeting system requirements, releasing mission: Counterattack Odin!"

"Counterattack Odin: Please do something that infuriates Odin, making him feel guilty and regretful for everything he has done.

Mission Reward: Perfect fusion of Extremis, which can be synchronized with companions, and offspring can also inherit the fused genes."

Huh? This was strange, the system would actually pop up and release a mission at this time?

Steve's condition wasn't very good. He planned for Hilland her group to leave after retrieving the treasures. He would always find a way to go, and the Dark Elves' attack was clearly something from "Thor 2."

History was still moving along its tracks; now was the time node for the Dark Elves to go to war with Asgard.

Dr. Jane was inadvertently possessed by the Aether Particle and was now living a life worse than death. After being found by Thor, she was brought back to Asgard for treatment, but even Odin, who was said to be omnipotent, had no solution for the Aether Particle.

Unless a way could be found to control the Aether Particle (Reality Stone) and extract it, there would be absolutely no solution.

Steve still remembered that in this battle, Odin's wife, Queen Frigga, was stabbed to death by the Dark Elf King Malekith with a dagger!

After Frigga's death, Odin was despondent for a long time, losing all will to fight. He was then banished to Earth by Loki, who had returned to Asgard, using magicto become a wandering scavenger.

Did Odin really know nothing? Was he truly unable to resist?

No, Odin knew everything. He was just disheartened by the death of his wife, Frigga. Perhaps it was due to his own carelessness, or perhaps he was simply powerless. In any case, Frigga died, and he was furious, a helpless rage, ultimately choosing to be banished by his son and abdicating his role as King.

Thinking of this, Steve's thoughts became much clearer. Odin's divine power, combined with the power of the divine artifact Eternal Spear, was still continuously eroding his body.

His physique, evolved by the Super Soldier Serum, resisted this erosion, but the divine power could not be expelled or destroyed. This led to constant corrosion, with his body continuously repairing itself, constantly draining his energy.

If he couldn't find a way to expel and resolve it, he would continue to suffer like this.

Imagine someone slowly cutting their flesh with a dull knife over and over again; an ordinary person would be screaming in pain.

Steve didn't. Perhaps the iron will inherited from his predecessor had made his pain tolerance reach an unparalleled level.

He quickly devoured food to replenish the energy lost from repairing his body.

At this moment, a group of people appeared ahead. A guard escorting Queen Frigga.

Seemingly hearing the sounds of war, Frigga instructed her accompanying guards.

"You go and support His Majesty the King; he needs you there. I'm fine here; I am the most powerful Witch in Asgard, I can protect myself. Go, resolve the invaders as quickly as possible and quell this unrest!"

"As you command, Queen."

The Captain of the guard, after receiving the order, led the guards away to the great hall for support.

There, the Cursed Warrior was confronting Odin, while Malekith was searching for traces of the Aether Particle. He could sense the Aether Particle's existence and knew how to control it. This Infinity Stone was originally stolen from him by Odin's father, and as its original Master, he knew very well how to use it.

Frigga hurried along, preoccupied. She knew that she must now protect Jane, her son Thor's girlfriend. She also knew that these Dark Elves were after the Aether Particle on Jane, and no matter what, she could not let these barbarians succeed!

Frigga, rushing along, was completely unaware that she was being targeted. As she walked past a giant stone pillar, Steve suddenly darted out from the side, covering her mouth to prevent her from screaming, and led her to Odin's bedchamber.

"Mmm!"

Frigga struggled fiercely, but she was no match for Captain America. She was indeed the Queen, and it was true that she was the most powerful Witch in Asgard. But a Witch was not good at close combat, and her physical fitness was stronger than an ordinary Earthling, but only marginally, as she had no divine power and was just an ordinary Asgardian.

Bang!

Frigga was pressed onto a table, her back to Steve. At first, she didn't know what he wanted to do, but as Steve got closer, she panicked a little.

"Don't do this, Steve, I can help you explain to Odin. This is all a misunderstanding; he invited you here because he wanted to cooperate with you! Ah!"

Make Odin furious? Then create the news of his wife Frigga's death. If there's anything even more infuriating, it's to give him a cuckold's hat!

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On the other side, Thor revived from his severe injuries, seemingly sensing his mother was in danger. His entire body began to flash with lightning, and the sky became overcast.

Crash!

A bolt of lightning, thick as a bucket, struck the Dark Elves' spaceship, piercing its shield. Many flying Dark Elf scythe fighters were also struck by lightning, turning into dust as they crashed into residential buildings.

Stormbreaker rose from the ground and flew into Thor's hand.

The next second, Thor opened his eyes, which were filled with rolling azure lightning.

Boom!

A powerful lightning strike directly knocked the Cursed Warrior, who was locked in battle with Odin, flying. He crashed to the ground, charred all over, with the smell of roasted meat lingering in the air.

This most powerful blow should have been enough to kill the Cursed Warrior, but he still stood up as if nothing had happened.

His armor was shattered, falling in fragments. The image of a muscular Black man began to appear, but with many bone barbs growing on his face, looking particularly ferocious.

This was achieved by implanting a unique stone into the body, integrating it with flesh and blood. It granted immense power at the cost of rapidly consuming the Dark Elf's lifespan and soul.

Unfortunately, this stone was born in the dark ages of the Universe. Now, the only remaining stock Malekithhad was used on his adjutant, the Cursed Warriorbefore him.

As long as his life force was not completely depleted, no matter how severe the injury, he could quickly repair the damage and return to his strongest combat state.

However, the more severe the injury, the more energy required for repair, and the more likely his life force would be depleted.

Odin knelt painfully on the ground, one hand clutching the Eternal Spear. It seemed that fighting Steve after unleashing his divine power, and then battling the Cursed Warrior, had caused his aged body to finally give out.

Chapter 182 The truth about the origin of Asgard

If Steve, an ant considered an inferior race in his eyes, hadn't rejected his proposal, dared to resist, and killed so many Asgardian taxi soldiers, Odin wouldn't have acted so easily.

Last time, he barely suppressed his injuries and divine power, and now that the restraints were removed, his body was already struggling to bear it.

He could feel his life force rapidly fading, and he could also sense his wife Frigga's cries and pleas, but unfortunately, he was powerless now.

Not only because of old age and infirmity, but also because he was maintaining a seal!

A terrifying existence was within that seal.

Once he died, the seal would break, and his eldest daughter, Hela, the Goddess of Death, whom he had personally sealed, would appear!

"Thor, go find Heimdall, and have him send you to the Fire Giant King Surtur.

Defeat him and bring back his skull.

Place it on the Eternal Flame in the treasure vault to revive Surtur.

I can't hold on much longer, you must remember this.

This saying, 'To be reborn from death,' is to give you the courage to overcome any difficulty.

That Steve, he is a warrior.

If he can withstand my divine power curse, then forgive him and form an alliance with him.

The future of Asgard depends on you, and you need allies, powerful allies, otherwise you won't be able to contend with Hela!"

Before his death, Odin spoke everything he needed to say in one go.

He had even prepared his contingencies and arrangements.

He had originally wanted to wait, to continue waiting for some time.

Unfortunately, he couldn't wait any longer.

Thor didn't understand yet; he went to help Odin, but Odin pushed him away.

On the other side, Hill and her team broke into the treasure vault.

Inside, besides the few artifacts shown in the movie, there were many other treasures.

For example, a large number of unactivated armored robots, and many hidden books.

These books were written in many incomprehensible languages.

Perhaps they were about legendary tales, or perhaps they recorded powerful magic, or perhaps they were treasure maps.

Hill told them to start moving things over.

Sif had also been to the treasure vault, and she knew that some things couldn't be touched.

Without corresponding strength or bloodline, one would not only be unable to use them but would also suffer backlash!

By the time Loki arrived, Hill and her team had already teleported away with the treasures.

Seeing the empty treasure vault, with only a Casket of Ancient Winters and the Eternal Flame remaining, everything else was gone, and there was no trace of Hilland her team.

"No, where are they? Why are they gone?"

Loki looked left and right but found nothing.

This was truly strange; how could such a peculiar thing happen?

After much thought, Loki still picked up the Casket of Ancient Winters.

The only artifact he could use was this one.

As he turned to leave, he bumped into Steve.

"Loki, do you know how to leave Asgard?"

Looking at Steve, who appeared without warning, Lokigave an evil smile, knowing that the other party would come looking for him.

"I know.

It's at the end of the Bifrost Bridge.

There's a spatial rift under the bridgehead that can take you to other Planets.

Last time, I happened to meet Thanos, then cooperated with him, activated the power of the Space Stone, and teleported to your Planet."

He wasn't lying; he had indeed fallen below under the gaze of Odin and Thor, entering a spatial rift and being teleported away.

"How do you activate the power of the Space Stone?"

Steve asked an extra question out of curiosity.

He wasn't necessarily unable to return; he just couldn't let Frigga go.

Frigga had to be taken away so that Odin would think she was dead; only then could it be considered a blow to Odin and the mission completed.

To simply return, he could just use a Hearthstone to teleport back to the safe house.

Hill and her team did just that; after returning, they would analyze the artifacts they took to see how to utilize them to enhance their combat effectiveness.

"It requires a spell and the power of other Infinity Stones.

I can give you the method.

But what do I get in return?"

Loki wasn't a fool either.

He could cooperate with Steve, and cooperation naturally meant give and take, with both effort and reward.

Pure giving without receiving was exploitation, not cooperation.

If it were a man chasing a woman or a woman chasing a man, it could be called a simp!

"Your mother was killed by the Dark Elves."

One sentence broke Loki's defenses.

He stumbled back a few steps in disbelief, his expression turning incredibly sad as he shook his head.

"Impossible."

"Nothing is impossible.

Malekith of the Dark Elves killed her and went to look for the Aether Particle.

I can help you take down Malekith.

In exchange, you tell me how to leave Asgard."

Steve lied; Frigga hadn't died, but she had been shouting that she was dying earlier and then fainted.

Loki didn't know any of this, nor did he know exactly what had happened; he only knew that he had caused his mother's death.

He squatted on the ground, silent for a long time.

When he finally looked up, only a walkie-talkie remained where Steve had been.

After a while, Loki picked up the walkie-talkie.

He recognized it; it was a communicator used on Chitauri warships.

"I'm Loki, where are you?"

Steve covered Frigga's mouth, preventing her from making a sound, lest Loki realize she was still alive.

Frigga struggled fiercely but was still firmly suppressed, unable to move.

She hated Steve to death in her heart; this beast had done unforgivable things to her.

"Just tell me directly.

After I verify it, I will help you."

Steve found a map of Asgard.

He also discovered a long-abandoned ruin in the mountains behind the Heavenly Palace, which could serve as a refuge.

A temporary camp, where they could observe the situation and hide without being discovered by Asgardians—it was perfect!

"Alright, I'll tell you.

I need to confirm something now.

If what you say is true, I'll tell you how to get in."

Loki never heard Frigga's voice throughout the conversation.

After learning of Frigga's death, he became incredibly remorseful.

When Frigga heard that the call had ended, she felt utterly despairing.

She knew she was finished, never imagining that Steve, this beast, wouldn't even spare her.

The next second, she was picked up by Steve, and she was horrified to discover that he could actually fly!

A red cloak appeared behind him, carrying the two of them towards the mountains behind the palace.

That was where the Asgardians hid from Hela, the Goddess of Death; without a guide, Hela wouldn't be able to find it.

Twenty minutes later, Loki returned to the palace.

The remaining Dark Elves had fled, and even Malekithwas gone; after taking the Reality Stone, he had left on his spaceship.

It just so happened that in a few days, the Nine Realmswould align.

This alignment would only last for an hour, and during this time.

Many strange phenomena could be observed, with people inexplicably traversing to other Worlds and being unable to return, leading to bizarre disappearances.

This was a disaster for ordinary people.

But for Malekith, this was the best opportunity.

By taking advantage of this alignment, he could use the power of the Infinity Stones to turn the starfields of the Nine Realms into a dark void!

Returning to the original darkness, without light or photosynthesis, everything would perish.

And the Dark Elves would be born from the darkness, turning the Universe into their breeding ground, at the cost of the extinction of all other cosmic life.

If they didn't return to the original darkness, their race would die out; to continue their race, they could only sacrifice other lives.

It's all for survival; there's no right or wrong.

If you don't like it, just beat them up.

The Cursed Warrior had been defeated, and a furious Thor had chopped off his head with an axe.

This level of injury could no longer be repaired, and he naturally died.

His body turned into a raging Fire, burning the corpse to ashes.

Suddenly, a jade-like hand reached out from the air, its palm adorned with dark green nail polish, the same style as Polaris.

It seized the soul of the Impending demise Cursed Warrior, then squeezed it forcefully, crushing it.

His soul transformed into pure energy, helping the owner of the hand tear open the seal and construct a portal.

Odin was dying, powerless to stop it; he now had only one breath left.

Thor was still excited when he saw Loki, preparing to pursue the Dark Elves, but the portal before him gradually expanded.

Inside the magnificent Heavenly Palace of Asgard, the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Hela, tall and imposing, her black robe fluttering, appeared with heavy, deliberate steps, exuding a cold aura of dominance.

Her long hair covered her right eye, and her face was heavily smokey-eyed, giving her a very Gothic look.

Her gaze was like lightning as she looked at the dying Odin, a scornful smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with cruelty.

"You old immortal, I thought I'd have to wait a few more years, but I didn't expect you to give up so soon!

Hehe, hahahaha!"

Thor stood in front of her, somewhat believing what Steve had said earlier, that he had an older sister named Hela, who was also the Goddess of Death.

Now, it seemed to be true.

Everything was about to end; the nightmare was coming.

"I am Thor, son of Odin, King of the Gods."

"You don't resemble him at all."

Hela's round face wasn't exquisitely beautiful, but her features, almost identical to Cate Blanchett's, became more captivating the more one looked, and coupled with the scornful, mocking smile always on her lips, it made one want to conquer her!

"Perhaps we can talk."

Loki also felt something was amiss.

Even with the Frost Giant artifact in his hand, he felt he had no chance against Hela.

Whether a person is strong or not can be seen from their words and actions.

Hela was indeed very strong, absurdly strong.

Hela turned to Loki, extending her hand to point at him.

"You, however, resemble him a bit.

Now, kneel before me!"

"What?"

Loki was a bit confused; what was wrong with this woman?

"This is Asgard, who exactly are you!"

Thor gripped Stormbreaker tightly, seemingly ready to fight at any moment.

Facing Hela, even though she was only wearing light armor, appearing to have no defense and looking delicate, as if one punch could kill her.

Yet, that suffocating pressure was the strongest Thorhad ever encountered in his life.

He even had a misconception that she was more powerful than his father, Odin!

Hela didn't even enter combat mode, walking over with a cat-like stride.

"I, Odin's daughter, the eldest princess of Asgard, I am the rightful heir to the throne, the first in line of succession.

What are you!"

"Asgard is currently under attack.

If you truly are the eldest princess, then you should step forward.

So many civilians have died, and you don't care.

Are you just going to cause trouble here now?

Also, what evidence do you have to prove you are Odin's daughter?

Is it just your fists?

If someone else is stronger than you, can they also claim to be the King of Asgard?"

Facing the increasingly heavy sense of suffocation, Lokihad a flash of inspiration and began to counterattack with words.

You said you were the eldest princess, right?

Okay, then provide evidence to prove it!

If you can prove it, then fine, Asgard is under attack now.

As the eldest princess, the first in line of succession, shouldn't you shoulder the responsibilities of a king at this time?

Shouldn't you deal with the aftermath of so many casualties, as well as the daily needs and the pleas for help from allied factions?

If Hela can handle all that, then there's one last question.

That is, Malekith, who just attacked Asgard and escaped with the Reality Stone, will you pursue him?

If you don't pursue him and act like a coward, then why should everyone choose you as King?"

Proud Hela immediately saw through the trap in Loki's words.

She sneered, raising her head to look at the ceiling.

The decorative frescoes above had been changed, now depicting Odin, Thor, and Loki, with countless Asgardian subjects kneeling to worship them.

This scene made Hela feel disgusted and repulsed.

She extended her right hand, and a long sword appeared out of thin air.

It gleamed with a metallic cold light; just by looking at it, one knew it was incredibly sharp.

Thud!

The long sword was flung out, embedding itself in the fresco.

Thud! Thud!

More long swords were flung out by Hela; she seemed capable of conjuring objects from thought, creating weapons out of thin air.

Once enough long swords were embedded in the ceiling, Hela pulled down forcefully.

Controlling the long swords with her mind, she shattered the fresco, and layers of earth fell, with stones crashing between the three of them.

Soon, another fresco appeared before them.

This one depicted Odin riding his six-legged steed, holding the Eternal Spear.

Beside him was Hela, raising her hammer mjolnir, with countless armies behind her, conquering one Worldafter another.

The continuous frescoes almost told the story of how Hela followed Odin to conquer one territory after another.

This kind of fresco was beyond Thor and Loki's comprehension.

From birth, they had known they were destined to become kings and rule the Nine Realms.

But they didn't know how such a vast territory came to be.

Now, these frescoes clearly told them that Asgard was also an invader, also Bandits, and not only did they kill, but they also enslaved others, claiming to be civilized!