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# Chapter 319: God War Erupts
Loki sat imperiously on the throne. The grand and opulent hall was empty; not even a single guard was present.
Loyal guards had wanted to protect him, but the proud Loki had refused. He sat there quietly, concealing his inner fury, savoring the bitter taste of defeat alone.
He had watched the Destroyer being suppressed throughout the battle, yet he was powerless to help. Seeing Thor spinning Mjolnir nearby, ready to act, and Dormammu observing with disinterest, he couldn't help but grit his teeth, driven mad with rage.
It seemed the whole world was against him. All he wanted was to kill Thor, and once Thor was dead, he swore he would leave immediately.
"Mephisto is nothing but a useless wretch! Claiming to be a Demon Lord, yet he couldn't even hold back a single Tony! An incompetent fellow like that, wanting to dominate Earth? No wonder even his own son looks down on him!" Loki fumed, muttering to himself.
Mephisto had approached him, wanting to join forces to conquer Earth – of course, Loki didn't believe a word of that nonsense, but it didn't stop two individuals with ulterior motives from cooperating. As for who would betray whom, it would simply come down to who acted faster and more ruthlessly.
For now, Loki intended to use Mephisto's deployment as an opportunity to utterly kill Thor, then swiftly leave Earth, this troubled place.
But Tony had acted too quickly, and even worse, Mephisto – whether his brain was addled or for some other reason – had foolishly gotten himself taken out?!
This ultimately led to such an awkward situation, with his control over the Destroyer slowly slipping away. Loki's expression grew increasingly grim.
When the last bit of his sight vanished, Loki knew he had completely lost the Destroyer.
Not only Mjolnir, but he had also lost Asgard's treasure, the Destroyer.
He only hoped his foolish brother wouldn't be so idiotic as to give a treasure of the Destroyer's caliber to Earthlings.
Loki's heart was filled with pride. From childhood, as the son of a God-King with exceptional emotional intelligence and IQ, he had thrived. Even after learning he was actually the son of Laufey, the Chieftain of the Frost Giants, he was still a God-King-level descendant.
Yet at this moment, amidst his anger, his heart was filled with a sense of defeat.
On the small Earth, he had failed, once again, defeated by Thor, and by the more cunning Odin.
Loki now understood that his series of actions had made him look like a complete clown. Usurping Gungnir, seizing the throne, making secret contacts with Mephisto, and dispatching the Destroyer to Earth to kill Thor.
From an overlooked second prince to the master of Asgard, all his machinations, even his elaborate efforts to appease the sentiments of the Asgardian populace and army and gain their acknowledgment – all of it was nothing more than child's play.
Odin had probably known everything all along.
The sudden resurgence of Mjolnir was clear proof. A hammer has no soul; how could it decide whether to follow or abandon based on Thor's state of mind?
Loki's gaze shifted constantly, gradually filled with an inexpressible resentment.
"I'm the only outsider, and I have been from the very beginning! Just because I'm Laufey's son! Just because Frost Giant blood runs in my veins!"
Loki gritted his teeth, his face etched with sorrowful anguish.
More than the anger of failure, what he felt was sorrow.
He was a complete and utter clown, diligently displaying his talents to all audiences, yet no matter how hard he tried, the outcome was predetermined: he was an outsider.
The throne had always been reserved for Thor by Odin.
Odin's satisfaction and words of praise were all meant for Thor.
The cheers of the people and the loyalty of the army were also meant for Thor.
Only he existed to highlight Thor's greatness.
Loki's handsome face gradually became somewhat distorted.
Hatred and jealousy, like a festering parasite, gnawed at his heart.
Loki hesitated repeatedly, then finally gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint appearing in his eyes. He forcefully struck the ground with Gungnir, then rose, his slightly gaunt figure radiating grim determination.
He strode towards the entrance of Asgard, the control center for the Bifrost.
The tall and imposing Heimdall, the Gatekeeper, held his Greatsword and watched him indifferently. His gaze was filled with mechanical obedience – the Gatekeeper was obeying the master of the throne, not Loki himself.
"Heimdall, I command you to open the Bifrost!" Loki said in a cold voice, meeting Heimdall's indifferent gaze.
"You are the King, and your word is law. However, if you wish to open a Portal to Jotunheim, I will refuse."
Heimdall showed no change in expression. His eyes, capable of seeing every corner of the Nine Realms, ignored Loki's presence, as if Loki were air, and stared straight ahead without any emotional fluctuation.
"Heimdall!!!"
Loki's low voice, like a venomous snake, full of malice, echoed. "I command you as King: open the Bifrost, or relinquish your authority and get out of Asgard like a stray dog!"
Heimdall stood stiff as a log, his pale yellow eyes finally shifting. For the first time, he looked Loki squarely in the eye, filled with disappointment.
"I always believed you were jealous of Thor. Even when you wanted to kill him, I didn't interfere; that was a struggle between two sons of a God-King." Heimdall paused, then said in a low voice, "But you have disappointed me, Loki. As Odin's son, you would bring the Frost Giants into Asgard – do you wish to destroy this world?!"
Heimdall's tone grew heavier and heavier, finally roaring like a storm-tossed sea, bringing immense pressure as he interrogated the current King.
Loki's face was grim as he said, word by word, "Heimdall, execute my command, or drop your sword and leave this place!"
In his hand, his grip on Gungnir tightened, ready to hurl the spear at any moment.
This was a resolve to destroy the world.
Heimdall looked deeply at Loki. Those eyes, capable of seeing through souls, seemed to perceive something; this final gaze was filled with deep meaning and inexplicable implication.
Heimdall slowly drew his Greatsword. His movements were slow, yet there was not a trace of hesitation left.
This Greatsword was not only a powerful divine artifact belonging to the Gatekeeper but also held the authority to control the Bifrost.
"Since that is the case, then I have no choice but to..."
"Well done, my son..." A voice of praise suddenly rang out, interrupting the standoff and silent confrontation between the two. An entirely azure, over three-meter-tall humanoid form abruptly appeared before Asgard's Portal.
Behind this individual, numerous troops also emerged, all two to three-meter-tall blue beings.
The Frost Giants have invaded!
Chieftain Laufey personally led his forces and stormed into Asgard!
(end of chapter)
Loki sat imperiously on the throne. The grand and opulent hall was empty; not even a single guard was present.
Loyal guards had wanted to protect him, but the proud Loki had refused. He sat there quietly, concealing his inner fury, savoring the bitter taste of defeat alone.
He had watched the Destroyer being suppressed throughout the battle, yet he was powerless to help. Seeing Thor spinning Mjolnir nearby, ready to act, and Dormammu observing with disinterest, he couldn't help but grit his teeth, driven mad with rage.
It seemed the whole world was against him. All he wanted was to kill Thor, and once Thor was dead, he swore he would leave immediately.
"Mephisto is nothing but a useless wretch! Claiming to be a Demon Lord, yet he couldn't even hold back a single Tony! An incompetent fellow like that, wanting to dominate Earth? No wonder even his own son looks down on him!" Loki fumed, muttering to himself.
Mephisto had approached him, wanting to join forces to conquer Earth – of course, Loki didn't believe a word of that nonsense, but it didn't stop two individuals with ulterior motives from cooperating. As for who would betray whom, it would simply come down to who acted faster and more ruthlessly.
For now, Loki intended to use Mephisto's deployment as an opportunity to utterly kill Thor, then swiftly leave Earth, this troubled place.
But Tony had acted too quickly, and even worse, Mephisto – whether his brain was addled or for some other reason – had foolishly gotten himself taken out?!
This ultimately led to such an awkward situation, with his control over the Destroyer slowly slipping away. Loki's expression grew increasingly grim.
When the last bit of his sight vanished, Loki knew he had completely lost the Destroyer.
Not only Mjolnir, but he had also lost Asgard's treasure, the Destroyer.
He only hoped his foolish brother wouldn't be so idiotic as to give a treasure of the Destroyer's caliber to Earthlings.
Loki's heart was filled with pride. From childhood, as the son of a God-King with exceptional emotional intelligence and IQ, he had thrived. Even after learning he was actually the son of Laufey, the Chieftain of the Frost Giants, he was still a God-King-level descendant.
Yet at this moment, amidst his anger, his heart was filled with a sense of defeat.
On the small Earth, he had failed, once again, defeated by Thor, and by the more cunning Odin.
Loki now understood that his series of actions had made him look like a complete clown. Usurping Gungnir, seizing the throne, making secret contacts with Mephisto, and dispatching the Destroyer to Earth to kill Thor.
From an overlooked second prince to the master of Asgard, all his machinations, even his elaborate efforts to appease the sentiments of the Asgardian populace and army and gain their acknowledgment – all of it was nothing more than child's play.
Odin had probably known everything all along.
The sudden resurgence of Mjolnir was clear proof. A hammer has no soul; how could it decide whether to follow or abandon based on Thor's state of mind?
Loki's gaze shifted constantly, gradually filled with an inexpressible resentment.
"I'm the only outsider, and I have been from the very beginning! Just because I'm Laufey's son! Just because Frost Giant blood runs in my veins!"
Loki gritted his teeth, his face etched with sorrowful anguish.
More than the anger of failure, what he felt was sorrow.
He was a complete and utter clown, diligently displaying his talents to all audiences, yet no matter how hard he tried, the outcome was predetermined: he was an outsider.
The throne had always been reserved for Thor by Odin.
Odin's satisfaction and words of praise were all meant for Thor.
The cheers of the people and the loyalty of the army were also meant for Thor.
Only he existed to highlight Thor's greatness.
Loki's handsome face gradually became somewhat distorted.
Hatred and jealousy, like a festering parasite, gnawed at his heart.
Loki hesitated repeatedly, then finally gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint appearing in his eyes. He forcefully struck the ground with Gungnir, then rose, his slightly gaunt figure radiating grim determination.
He strode towards the entrance of Asgard, the control center for the Bifrost.
The tall and imposing Heimdall, the Gatekeeper, held his Greatsword and watched him indifferently. His gaze was filled with mechanical obedience – the Gatekeeper was obeying the master of the throne, not Loki himself.
"Heimdall, I command you to open the Bifrost!" Loki said in a cold voice, meeting Heimdall's indifferent gaze.
"You are the King, and your word is law. However, if you wish to open a Portal to Jotunheim, I will refuse."
Heimdall showed no change in expression. His eyes, capable of seeing every corner of the Nine Realms, ignored Loki's presence, as if Loki were air, and stared straight ahead without any emotional fluctuation.
"Heimdall!!!"
Loki's low voice, like a venomous snake, full of malice, echoed. "I command you as King: open the Bifrost, or relinquish your authority and get out of Asgard like a stray dog!"
Heimdall stood stiff as a log, his pale yellow eyes finally shifting. For the first time, he looked Loki squarely in the eye, filled with disappointment.
"I always believed you were jealous of Thor. Even when you wanted to kill him, I didn't interfere; that was a struggle between two sons of a God-King." Heimdall paused, then said in a low voice, "But you have disappointed me, Loki. As Odin's son, you would bring the Frost Giants into Asgard – do you wish to destroy this world?!"
Heimdall's tone grew heavier and heavier, finally roaring like a storm-tossed sea, bringing immense pressure as he interrogated the current King.
Loki's face was grim as he said, word by word, "Heimdall, execute my command, or drop your sword and leave this place!"
In his hand, his grip on Gungnir tightened, ready to hurl the spear at any moment.
This was a resolve to destroy the world.
Heimdall looked deeply at Loki. Those eyes, capable of seeing through souls, seemed to perceive something; this final gaze was filled with deep meaning and inexplicable implication.
Heimdall slowly drew his Greatsword. His movements were slow, yet there was not a trace of hesitation left.
This Greatsword was not only a powerful divine artifact belonging to the Gatekeeper but also held the authority to control the Bifrost.
"Since that is the case, then I have no choice but to..."
"Well done, my son..." A voice of praise suddenly rang out, interrupting the standoff and silent confrontation between the two. An entirely azure, over three-meter-tall humanoid form abruptly appeared before Asgard's Portal.
Behind this individual, numerous troops also emerged, all two to three-meter-tall blue beings.
The Frost Giants have invaded!
Chieftain Laufey personally led his forces and stormed into Asgard!
(end of chapter)
