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Chapter 538: The Great Escape from Asgard
Author: Great Demon Spirit
“How much longer until we reach the Cybertron System?”
“Seven hours.”
“What’s the condition of our people?”
“Their morale is extremely low. Many have died. The women and children are weeping...” Heimdall said bitterly.
Thor fell silent, his face etched with grief. A momentary shadow crossed his expression, but he immediately straightened his chest, regaining his usual heroic bearing—though everyone knew he was just putting on a brave face.
Asgard was invaded by a powerful enemy and has collapsed. The brutal battle was horrifying. The fighting between Odin and the enemy easily tore through the land of Asgard.
A battle between God-Kings was far beyond what a god of Thor's level could participate in.
To rush in would be suicide.
Odin risked his life, wielding Gungnir, and desperately unleashed the Odinforce to buy them time.
“Don’t worry, Thor. Odin’s power is supreme in the universe. No matter how strong Amatsu-Mikaboshi is, he’s no match for Odin,” Heimdall said reassuringly.
“Of course, of course. I’ve always believed that. No one can defeat my father. Absolutely no one.”
Thor forced a strained smile.
Immediately after, the conversation fell into silence.
Anyone who wasn’t a fool could see Odin was losing. Otherwise, so many of our people wouldn’t have been casually slaughtered and devoured by the enemy while a breathless Odin was powerless to stop it.
Asgard lost over ninety percent of its population. Aside from those who escaped with Thor, the rest either died in battle or chose to stay behind and fight to the death, buying even 0.01 seconds of time.
The only survivors, numbering just over a hundred thousand, were mostly women and children. These people will be the Allspark for rebuilding Asgard. If they are lost, then all is lost.
Asgard would decline and perish, just like the other Pantheons.
“Why is Amatsu-Mikaboshi so strong? Just a weakling god from a third-rate pantheon... Who the hell is he!” Heimdall slammed his fist into the spaceship's wall, burying it halfway.
“I participated in the final battle a thousand years ago. I saw Amatsu-Mikaboshi fight with my own eyes. He was unremarkable,” Thor said in a low voice as he piloted the spaceship. “No matter what happened to him, I will not let him go.”
“I don't understand. We could have taken refuge on Earth. No one there can threaten us, and we're only looking for a safe haven, not to be invaders,” Heimdall asked.
“I'll answer that for you, Heimdall. It's because my foolish brother hopes to obtain enough power to turn the tables.”
With a flash of light, Loki, the God of Mischief, suddenly appeared between the two, his face dark.
Thor and Heimdall showed no surprise. The spaceship's built-in prison was no match for him.
“Tony has one of Asgard's treasures in his hands—the Destroyer Armor. If Father still possessed this armor, he would not have lost!” Loki said with a ferocious expression.
Thor just shook his head gently, a desolate look on his face.
He knew, and Loki knew as well, that this was just an excuse—the complaint of a weakling shirking responsibility.
The Destroyer Armor was originally "compensation" for the trouble Loki caused on Earth, and Tony took it by his own merit, a spoil of war. There was no issue with him "leasing" the armor for a thousand years.
Most importantly, Odin no longer had the strength to control the Destroyer... He was already struggling immensely just to wield his own Odinforce, so how could he have the stamina to control the Destroyer?
Thor took a deep breath and said gravely, “Loki, I want more than just the Destroyer Armor. I want greater power.”
“Tony can give you power?” Loki sneered.
“Yes, Tony can give me power!” Thor said in a low voice. “He's a miracle worker who has defeated unbeatable enemies time and again... He must have a way to make me stronger! I'm willing to pay any price!”
Once, Thor had entertained the thought of competing with Tony, of proving who was superior. But after he was exiled to Earth, that shred of dignity was shattered to pieces.
As the son of the God-King, his starting point was beyond countless others, yet he was still thoroughly suppressed by Tony, who had risen from nothing.
“The Infinity Stones? A Mother Box? You think he'd give you things like that? Or would he risk his own life to help you personally?” Loki paused, then gave a cold laugh.
“But do we have a choice?! My brother, my wise brother! Perhaps you can offer me a way to get revenge?!” Thor suddenly exploded. He clenched his fists, shot to his feet, his expression ferocious, his eyes red and pained as he let out a deafening roar.
Loki fell silent. After a long moment, his expression turned downcast, and he covered his face in anguish.
He had lost everything.
Once, he had dreamed of competing with Thor for their father's attention, only to discover he was the offspring of a Frost Giant.
When he overcame that disparity and personally ran Laufey through with Gungnir, he chose self-exile, led the Chitauri to invade Earth, and was defeated by Tony.
He returned to Asgard as a prisoner, where Tony grabbed him by the neck and forcefully traded him for the Infinity Gauntlet.
But even so, Loki had still felt his life was complete. Though he had to compromise a lot, at least he possessed something, and expected to keep possessing it.
But now, it was all gone.
Father, mother, kingdom, people—gone.
Heimdall remained silent, quietly watching the two brothers argue. He was the Gatekeeper of Asgard, the loyal hound of the God-King. No matter how much of a bastard Loki was, he still maintained a respectful decorum, simply because Loki was Odin's acknowledged son.
As the two princes argued, Heimdall watched in silence, offering no opinion.
In his orange pupils, the figures of Thor and Loki were reflected, his gaze finally settling on Thor. As soon as Odin's death was confirmed, he would immediately support Thor's ascension to become the new king.
Asgard could be defeated, but it could never surrender. They needed a new king to lead them onward, to continue fighting in the darkness.
Thor's body was still tall and burly, his muscles incredibly developed, but no one could see the immense pressure he was under.
The hatred of a shattered kingdom and a lost family, the agony of a people on the brink of extinction, the heavy burden of leading the last survivors in search of light... Anyone else could curse, wail, weep, or pray.
But Thor could not. Whether he wanted to or not, he had to be resolute, brave, decisive, and strong. If Thor broke, it would all be over.
Time slowly passed as the spaceship, carrying the last hope of Asgard, rapidly approached the Cybertron System. The God of Thunder from Asgard, his heart filled with great expectation and apprehension, came here in search of power.
Parallax huddled within an asteroid belt, coldly watching the group of Asgardians pass by. It didn't make a move, merely sensing the immense Fear emanating from them. It was very tempting, but to avoid revealing itself, it remained hidden.
It had made up its mind. In any case, its lifespan was infinite; it could afford to wait. If one year wasn't enough, it would wait ten. If ten years wasn't enough, it would wait a hundred. As long as Hal dared to leave Cybertron, it would immediately rush over, capture him, and flee.
(end of chapter)
Author: Great Demon Spirit
“How much longer until we reach the Cybertron System?”
“Seven hours.”
“What’s the condition of our people?”
“Their morale is extremely low. Many have died. The women and children are weeping...” Heimdall said bitterly.
Thor fell silent, his face etched with grief. A momentary shadow crossed his expression, but he immediately straightened his chest, regaining his usual heroic bearing—though everyone knew he was just putting on a brave face.
Asgard was invaded by a powerful enemy and has collapsed. The brutal battle was horrifying. The fighting between Odin and the enemy easily tore through the land of Asgard.
A battle between God-Kings was far beyond what a god of Thor's level could participate in.
To rush in would be suicide.
Odin risked his life, wielding Gungnir, and desperately unleashed the Odinforce to buy them time.
“Don’t worry, Thor. Odin’s power is supreme in the universe. No matter how strong Amatsu-Mikaboshi is, he’s no match for Odin,” Heimdall said reassuringly.
“Of course, of course. I’ve always believed that. No one can defeat my father. Absolutely no one.”
Thor forced a strained smile.
Immediately after, the conversation fell into silence.
Anyone who wasn’t a fool could see Odin was losing. Otherwise, so many of our people wouldn’t have been casually slaughtered and devoured by the enemy while a breathless Odin was powerless to stop it.
Asgard lost over ninety percent of its population. Aside from those who escaped with Thor, the rest either died in battle or chose to stay behind and fight to the death, buying even 0.01 seconds of time.
The only survivors, numbering just over a hundred thousand, were mostly women and children. These people will be the Allspark for rebuilding Asgard. If they are lost, then all is lost.
Asgard would decline and perish, just like the other Pantheons.
“Why is Amatsu-Mikaboshi so strong? Just a weakling god from a third-rate pantheon... Who the hell is he!” Heimdall slammed his fist into the spaceship's wall, burying it halfway.
“I participated in the final battle a thousand years ago. I saw Amatsu-Mikaboshi fight with my own eyes. He was unremarkable,” Thor said in a low voice as he piloted the spaceship. “No matter what happened to him, I will not let him go.”
“I don't understand. We could have taken refuge on Earth. No one there can threaten us, and we're only looking for a safe haven, not to be invaders,” Heimdall asked.
“I'll answer that for you, Heimdall. It's because my foolish brother hopes to obtain enough power to turn the tables.”
With a flash of light, Loki, the God of Mischief, suddenly appeared between the two, his face dark.
Thor and Heimdall showed no surprise. The spaceship's built-in prison was no match for him.
“Tony has one of Asgard's treasures in his hands—the Destroyer Armor. If Father still possessed this armor, he would not have lost!” Loki said with a ferocious expression.
Thor just shook his head gently, a desolate look on his face.
He knew, and Loki knew as well, that this was just an excuse—the complaint of a weakling shirking responsibility.
The Destroyer Armor was originally "compensation" for the trouble Loki caused on Earth, and Tony took it by his own merit, a spoil of war. There was no issue with him "leasing" the armor for a thousand years.
Most importantly, Odin no longer had the strength to control the Destroyer... He was already struggling immensely just to wield his own Odinforce, so how could he have the stamina to control the Destroyer?
Thor took a deep breath and said gravely, “Loki, I want more than just the Destroyer Armor. I want greater power.”
“Tony can give you power?” Loki sneered.
“Yes, Tony can give me power!” Thor said in a low voice. “He's a miracle worker who has defeated unbeatable enemies time and again... He must have a way to make me stronger! I'm willing to pay any price!”
Once, Thor had entertained the thought of competing with Tony, of proving who was superior. But after he was exiled to Earth, that shred of dignity was shattered to pieces.
As the son of the God-King, his starting point was beyond countless others, yet he was still thoroughly suppressed by Tony, who had risen from nothing.
“The Infinity Stones? A Mother Box? You think he'd give you things like that? Or would he risk his own life to help you personally?” Loki paused, then gave a cold laugh.
“But do we have a choice?! My brother, my wise brother! Perhaps you can offer me a way to get revenge?!” Thor suddenly exploded. He clenched his fists, shot to his feet, his expression ferocious, his eyes red and pained as he let out a deafening roar.
Loki fell silent. After a long moment, his expression turned downcast, and he covered his face in anguish.
He had lost everything.
Once, he had dreamed of competing with Thor for their father's attention, only to discover he was the offspring of a Frost Giant.
When he overcame that disparity and personally ran Laufey through with Gungnir, he chose self-exile, led the Chitauri to invade Earth, and was defeated by Tony.
He returned to Asgard as a prisoner, where Tony grabbed him by the neck and forcefully traded him for the Infinity Gauntlet.
But even so, Loki had still felt his life was complete. Though he had to compromise a lot, at least he possessed something, and expected to keep possessing it.
But now, it was all gone.
Father, mother, kingdom, people—gone.
Heimdall remained silent, quietly watching the two brothers argue. He was the Gatekeeper of Asgard, the loyal hound of the God-King. No matter how much of a bastard Loki was, he still maintained a respectful decorum, simply because Loki was Odin's acknowledged son.
As the two princes argued, Heimdall watched in silence, offering no opinion.
In his orange pupils, the figures of Thor and Loki were reflected, his gaze finally settling on Thor. As soon as Odin's death was confirmed, he would immediately support Thor's ascension to become the new king.
Asgard could be defeated, but it could never surrender. They needed a new king to lead them onward, to continue fighting in the darkness.
Thor's body was still tall and burly, his muscles incredibly developed, but no one could see the immense pressure he was under.
The hatred of a shattered kingdom and a lost family, the agony of a people on the brink of extinction, the heavy burden of leading the last survivors in search of light... Anyone else could curse, wail, weep, or pray.
But Thor could not. Whether he wanted to or not, he had to be resolute, brave, decisive, and strong. If Thor broke, it would all be over.
Time slowly passed as the spaceship, carrying the last hope of Asgard, rapidly approached the Cybertron System. The God of Thunder from Asgard, his heart filled with great expectation and apprehension, came here in search of power.
Parallax huddled within an asteroid belt, coldly watching the group of Asgardians pass by. It didn't make a move, merely sensing the immense Fear emanating from them. It was very tempting, but to avoid revealing itself, it remained hidden.
It had made up its mind. In any case, its lifespan was infinite; it could afford to wait. If one year wasn't enough, it would wait ten. If ten years wasn't enough, it would wait a hundred. As long as Hal dared to leave Cybertron, it would immediately rush over, capture him, and flee.
(end of chapter)
