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chapter 331 part 1
Chapter 327: Thanos (2-in-1)
A long time later, Mephisto cautiously returned to the battlefield, observing everything carefully.
Within a range of a hundred thousand light-years in diameter, there was only bleak silence—no time, no space, no life.
A black radiance flickered and gradually dissipated, leaving behind a vast and unsettling expanse of the Void.
"What in the world happened?"
Mephisto observed with shock and uncertainty, a chill running down his spine. The cunning Great Demon stared at the bizarre scene, his expression grave.
"The Ancient One... she just died like that? Who could have killed her so quickly? It looks as if she didn't even have a chance to fight back..."
Mephisto's brow furrowed tightly, but soon relaxed as his grotesque mouth split into a grin.
"How could the Ancient One die? She's too cunning; she must have escaped." Mephisto chuckled, but beads of sweat quietly formed on his forehead. He fled in a panic.
Seeking advantage and avoiding harm was Mephisto's instinct.
Not long after he left, several powerful auras descended upon the area. After a brief inspection, they too departed with some hesitation.
In the end, many Great Demons treated the incident as just another major battle. To those Level Eight Great Demons, a mere hundred-thousand-light-year area was nothing worth mentioning.
Although, the lingering black light left them feeling deeply uneasy...
...
The death of the Ancient One caused no ripples in the Main Universe. No one knew that the Guardian of Earth had fallen silently in Hell.
The attention of all the major powers in the Main Universe was drawn to the Civil War on Yggdrasil.
Asgard and Jotunheim had once again erupted into a divine war. This time, just like the one fought on Earth five thousand years ago, Jotunheim was defeated again. The five thousand years of power accumulated by the Frost Giants was wiped out in an instant.
Worst of all, their Chieftain, Laufey, was killed in a surprise attack by Loki, the God of Mischief, who stabbed him through with a spear.
The Eternal Spear, an artifact even more powerful than Thor's Hammer, not only stored the immense power of Odin but also possessed incredible piercing and destructive capabilities. Its special material made it one of the universe's greatest artifacts.
Laufey, a being capable of contending with an Asgard led by Odin, was eliminated so ignominiously by the Eternal Spear.
Odin didn't even bother to wake up to deal with him.
The Overlord of the Nine Realms had once again proven their strength to the entire universe.
And Loki, the Evil God, drew the attention of many for killing Laufey and single-handedly orchestrating the plan to bathe Jotunheim in blood.
The Agalas Sanctuary, the Kree, the Skrull, the Green Lantern Corps, the Heavenly Court of the Great Luo Heaven, and even the Kryptonians wandering through the stars desperately searching for information on the Codex of Life—all of them quietly classified intelligence on Loki as top-priority.
But soon, another piece of news that stunned countless people spread: Loki, who had performed a peerless service for Asgard, had been exiled!
To be precise, Loki had chosen self-exile. He personally severed the Rainbow Bridge and leaped into a spatial vortex!
"Hmph, how ridiculous. That old fool Odin must be senile. To think such an outstanding heir was forced to run away from home?"
"That old man is probably still fixated on Thor! Ha! The unfavored offspring ends up eliminating an enemy his father couldn't deal with in a lifetime. How ironic..."
Countless people secretly mocked and ridiculed Odin, or perhaps, gloated over his misfortune. They were happy to see the powerful God-King suffer a setback.
Loki's name thus resounded throughout the universe. It was foreseeable that as long as he was willing to show himself, countless people would extend an olive branch to him.
He was the most brilliant strategist.
But what many didn't know was that someone had already acted, faster and more precisely than any of them.
That person was... Thanos.
The sole descendant of the Eternals, master of the Black Order and the Outriders, the infamous marauder and butcher of the universe, a faithful follower of Death, the Eternal Titan, Thanos.
With purplish skin and standing two and a half meters tall, Thanos wore a golden war helm. His muscles bulged menacingly, and each of his arms was thicker than the torso of an adult Earthling.
Even when this Overlord was merely sitting on his throne with a cold smirk on his lips, he exuded an indescribable sense of oppression.
A natural Leader's Aura and a tyrannical, murderous presence gave Thanos an indescribably terrifying pressure.
Even some demigods on his level would subconsciously find their breath catching when they faced him directly.
Thanos, with his cold, cruel eyes, sized up Loki, who stood below the steps, looking incredibly small and insignificant.
"Great Eternal Titan, your admirer, Loki, offers you his most sincere respects." Loki's forehead was beaded with fine sweat, his face slightly pale. With a look of reverence, he deeply concealed his usual cunning and bowed his proud back.
He had to do this; otherwise, given Thanos's temperament, he might have been killed on the spot.
It would be no different from crushing an insect.
"Heh, Loki... I've heard of you. Your fame has been spreading throughout the universe recently." Thanos looked down on Loki with a smile on his lips, but his gaze was one that would make anyone feel like they were being watched by a prehistoric monster.
"They are merely minor tricks, nothing compared to your greatness," Loki said humbly.
Thanos was noncommittal, neither nodding nor shaking his head, giving no reaction. After watching Loki for a moment and seeing him drenched in sweat with a bloodless face, a flicker of satisfaction and contempt crossed his eyes.
People who only made him feel satisfied were usually beaten to death by him.
People who only inspired his contempt were also, for the most part, beaten to death by him.
Unless they were followers of Thanos.
Silence fell once more in the great hall. The giant spaceship, comparable in size to a continent, floated quietly in space, with swarms of small and medium-sized ships constantly bustling around it.
A ten-thousand-ton door slowly slid open, and a gaunt, wrinkle-faced figure walked in. He had small eyes that were often narrowed, and the sinister emotion that flashed within them instinctively repulsed others.
Ebony Maw, the strategist of Thanos's Army, had returned to report to Thanos with the latest news.
As he passed by Loki, Ebony Maw deliberately glanced at him from the corner of his eye, a shadow of gloom rising in his heart.
A person who enjoyed playing with strategies and tricks would naturally dislike another of his kind. By Thanos's side, one Ebony Maw was enough; there was no need for a so-called "God of Mischief."
"My lord, the fierce battle ahead has concluded. Corvus Glaive is currently commanding the main army to hunt down the Kryptonians." Ebony Maw clasped his hands together, reporting to his master in a mild and respectful tone.
"Was Zod killed?"
Chapter 327: Thanos (2-in-1)
A long time later, Mephisto cautiously returned to the battlefield, observing everything carefully.
Within a range of a hundred thousand light-years in diameter, there was only bleak silence—no time, no space, no life.
A black radiance flickered and gradually dissipated, leaving behind a vast and unsettling expanse of the Void.
"What in the world happened?"
Mephisto observed with shock and uncertainty, a chill running down his spine. The cunning Great Demon stared at the bizarre scene, his expression grave.
"The Ancient One... she just died like that? Who could have killed her so quickly? It looks as if she didn't even have a chance to fight back..."
Mephisto's brow furrowed tightly, but soon relaxed as his grotesque mouth split into a grin.
"How could the Ancient One die? She's too cunning; she must have escaped." Mephisto chuckled, but beads of sweat quietly formed on his forehead. He fled in a panic.
Seeking advantage and avoiding harm was Mephisto's instinct.
Not long after he left, several powerful auras descended upon the area. After a brief inspection, they too departed with some hesitation.
In the end, many Great Demons treated the incident as just another major battle. To those Level Eight Great Demons, a mere hundred-thousand-light-year area was nothing worth mentioning.
Although, the lingering black light left them feeling deeply uneasy...
...
The death of the Ancient One caused no ripples in the Main Universe. No one knew that the Guardian of Earth had fallen silently in Hell.
The attention of all the major powers in the Main Universe was drawn to the Civil War on Yggdrasil.
Asgard and Jotunheim had once again erupted into a divine war. This time, just like the one fought on Earth five thousand years ago, Jotunheim was defeated again. The five thousand years of power accumulated by the Frost Giants was wiped out in an instant.
Worst of all, their Chieftain, Laufey, was killed in a surprise attack by Loki, the God of Mischief, who stabbed him through with a spear.
The Eternal Spear, an artifact even more powerful than Thor's Hammer, not only stored the immense power of Odin but also possessed incredible piercing and destructive capabilities. Its special material made it one of the universe's greatest artifacts.
Laufey, a being capable of contending with an Asgard led by Odin, was eliminated so ignominiously by the Eternal Spear.
Odin didn't even bother to wake up to deal with him.
The Overlord of the Nine Realms had once again proven their strength to the entire universe.
And Loki, the Evil God, drew the attention of many for killing Laufey and single-handedly orchestrating the plan to bathe Jotunheim in blood.
The Agalas Sanctuary, the Kree, the Skrull, the Green Lantern Corps, the Heavenly Court of the Great Luo Heaven, and even the Kryptonians wandering through the stars desperately searching for information on the Codex of Life—all of them quietly classified intelligence on Loki as top-priority.
But soon, another piece of news that stunned countless people spread: Loki, who had performed a peerless service for Asgard, had been exiled!
To be precise, Loki had chosen self-exile. He personally severed the Rainbow Bridge and leaped into a spatial vortex!
"Hmph, how ridiculous. That old fool Odin must be senile. To think such an outstanding heir was forced to run away from home?"
"That old man is probably still fixated on Thor! Ha! The unfavored offspring ends up eliminating an enemy his father couldn't deal with in a lifetime. How ironic..."
Countless people secretly mocked and ridiculed Odin, or perhaps, gloated over his misfortune. They were happy to see the powerful God-King suffer a setback.
Loki's name thus resounded throughout the universe. It was foreseeable that as long as he was willing to show himself, countless people would extend an olive branch to him.
He was the most brilliant strategist.
But what many didn't know was that someone had already acted, faster and more precisely than any of them.
That person was... Thanos.
The sole descendant of the Eternals, master of the Black Order and the Outriders, the infamous marauder and butcher of the universe, a faithful follower of Death, the Eternal Titan, Thanos.
With purplish skin and standing two and a half meters tall, Thanos wore a golden war helm. His muscles bulged menacingly, and each of his arms was thicker than the torso of an adult Earthling.
Even when this Overlord was merely sitting on his throne with a cold smirk on his lips, he exuded an indescribable sense of oppression.
A natural Leader's Aura and a tyrannical, murderous presence gave Thanos an indescribably terrifying pressure.
Even some demigods on his level would subconsciously find their breath catching when they faced him directly.
Thanos, with his cold, cruel eyes, sized up Loki, who stood below the steps, looking incredibly small and insignificant.
"Great Eternal Titan, your admirer, Loki, offers you his most sincere respects." Loki's forehead was beaded with fine sweat, his face slightly pale. With a look of reverence, he deeply concealed his usual cunning and bowed his proud back.
He had to do this; otherwise, given Thanos's temperament, he might have been killed on the spot.
It would be no different from crushing an insect.
"Heh, Loki... I've heard of you. Your fame has been spreading throughout the universe recently." Thanos looked down on Loki with a smile on his lips, but his gaze was one that would make anyone feel like they were being watched by a prehistoric monster.
"They are merely minor tricks, nothing compared to your greatness," Loki said humbly.
Thanos was noncommittal, neither nodding nor shaking his head, giving no reaction. After watching Loki for a moment and seeing him drenched in sweat with a bloodless face, a flicker of satisfaction and contempt crossed his eyes.
People who only made him feel satisfied were usually beaten to death by him.
People who only inspired his contempt were also, for the most part, beaten to death by him.
Unless they were followers of Thanos.
Silence fell once more in the great hall. The giant spaceship, comparable in size to a continent, floated quietly in space, with swarms of small and medium-sized ships constantly bustling around it.
A ten-thousand-ton door slowly slid open, and a gaunt, wrinkle-faced figure walked in. He had small eyes that were often narrowed, and the sinister emotion that flashed within them instinctively repulsed others.
Ebony Maw, the strategist of Thanos's Army, had returned to report to Thanos with the latest news.
As he passed by Loki, Ebony Maw deliberately glanced at him from the corner of his eye, a shadow of gloom rising in his heart.
A person who enjoyed playing with strategies and tricks would naturally dislike another of his kind. By Thanos's side, one Ebony Maw was enough; there was no need for a so-called "God of Mischief."
"My lord, the fierce battle ahead has concluded. Corvus Glaive is currently commanding the main army to hunt down the Kryptonians." Ebony Maw clasped his hands together, reporting to his master in a mild and respectful tone.
"Was Zod killed?"
