svetikya Chapter 116. The Fall of the King
Chapter 116. The Fall of the King
Chapter 116. The Fall of the King
And so, the demons began their grand plan to transfer power and conquer Earth, and a vast and boundless power began to flow into the planet.
After being purified, these powers either flowed into the mages' bodies or were stored in containers, which not only improved the mages' physical and mental qualities and magical compatibility, but also provided a sufficient source for future use of magic.
It should be noted that after being purified, these powers no longer possessed the will of the dimensional demons and became pure energy sources.
Seeing the dimensional demons showing such "care" for Earth, Ji Yuan couldn't help but laugh. He said to the Ancient One, "Just keep it like this. In about a week, I will build the tower, and then all this power will belong to Kamar-Taj."
He hadn't expected these dimensional demons to be so easily fooled. He had only tampered with the Three Saints' Formation, and by pulling and tugging at each other, he pretended to want to take over the formation, which made them furious.
They began to transfer their power without restraint, as if they wanted to inject all their power into the Earth at once.
It's as if Earth has become an enticing bait, and the demons are rushing to invest their power, afraid of falling behind the other demons and diluting their share of the journey across Earth.
What could Ji Yuan say about this?
All I can say is that they did a great job, and the more the better.
Looking at the magical container shimmering with various lights, the Ancient One couldn't help but grin: "No problem at all. In about a week, the dimensional demons will also notice something amiss, and that will be the perfect time to close the net."
After leaving a phantom image within the Three Saints Formation, Ji Yuan left with Wanda.
According to Stark's schedule, the basic framework of their air base should be almost complete, and he still needs to make some modifications to the base:
Asgard.
"Loki, you have betrayed Asgard! You are the son of the Allfather! How could you betray your people!" Heimdall roared angrily, his eyes filled with disappointment and disbelief.
The Asgardian prince's betrayal undoubtedly chilled the heart of this warrior who had seen the Nine Realms.
No matter how much he struggled, he could not resist the freezing cold from the ice box in front of him, which could freeze everything. In just a few seconds, an ice sculpture appeared on the Rainbow Bridge.
"Once I ascend the throne, I will release you, Heimdall." Loki put away the Ice Box and spoke slowly to the ice sculpture in front of him with a victor's smile, elegant yet ruthless.
He looked towards the passage connecting to the void. A blue light and a black light flashed, and two figures appeared. The newcomers were none other than Laufey, the king of the Frost Giants, and Malekith, the king of the Dark Elves.
Loki positioned Gungnir beside him, gave an elegant bow, and wore a knowing smile: "Loufi, Malekith, welcome to Asgard."
"A fair deal, Loki. After you kill Odin, we will help you ascend the throne. This is the promise of the Frost Giant King." Laufey's voice was hoarse, as if claws were slicing through solid ice.
"I feel the same way," Malekith said slowly, his gaze sweeping across Asgard with a mixture of nostalgia and hatred.
"Then we need to speed things up. The Destroyer armor we sent to kill Thor has lost contact. Thor may have regained his divine power. Once he returns to Asgard, our plans will be ruined." Loki's words carried a slight urgency, as if he was genuinely worried about Thor's return.
"Then let's go, I can't wait." Malekith clutched his chest, revealing a morbid smile. He couldn't wait to kill Odin and plunge the Nine Realms back into darkness.
Loki nodded and led the way, his expression becoming calm as still water, though a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.
Soon, they arrived at the palace where Odin slept.
Looking at Odin, who was lying on the bed, barely breathing, Laufey and Malekith smiled in unison.
The immense cosmic energy was both the source of Odin's power and the source of the Asgardian kings' slumber. Their physical bodies simply couldn't keep up with the rate of energy growth, and they ultimately succumbed to the immense burden.
Laufey turned to look at Loki behind him, a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Are you really willing to watch your father die?"
Loki shrugged indifferently: "Compared to the throne of Asgard, the so-called bond between father and son is nothing."
"It seems you do possess the qualities required of a king. I think our cooperation will be even more harmonious in the future."
Laufey turned his head, and the power of ice in his hand condensed into a sharp spear, the cold aura emanating from it almost freezing the space around him.
Malekith's eyes were filled with hatred, and dark red aether particles flowed in his hand. The abyss that devoured everything condensed in his hand behind them. Loki held Gungnir, and his divine power, without the slightest fluctuation, poured into the destined spear. Hidden power gathered within it, waiting for the best opportunity.
Each of the three harbored their own secrets and had their own ideas.
Just as they were about to launch their attack, something unexpected happened.
Odin, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, an indescribable pressure filling the entire palace.
The domineering rune magic was drawn in the air.
Laufey and Malekith were struck as if by lightning; an irresistible force acted upon them.
Under the suppression of this force, the two arrogant kings were unable to move even a finger.
They stared at Odin in shock, and before they knew it, a hint of fear crept into their eyes. This was an irresistible, almost overwhelming power, a power that a dying god could not possibly wield.
However, the most shocked was Loki. He watched as his father entered Odin's Sleep, all his power recuperating and all the marks on the artifacts being released. How could he be faking it?
Odin slowly sat up from the bed, casually glancing at the two tribes of earthmen.
Laufey and Malekith were filled with extreme fear and intense anger. Odin's eyes were extremely cold, as if he were looking at roadside weeds, without the slightest emotion.
Odin raised his hand and Gungnir instantly fell into his grasp. He looked at Loki with disappointment in his eyes: "Loki, we'll talk about your matter later."
"Lord Laufey of the Frost, Lord Malekith of the Dark Elves, I have no intention of starting a war. War only brings death. What I want is peace in the Nine Realms."
"Heh!" Laufey sneered. "Asgard has fertile land and a suitable environment for survival. Naturally, you hope for peace in the Nine Realms."
"But our Jotunheim is perpetually frozen, and our land is barren; who would willingly remain confined in one place?"
"—" Odin looked at Laufey with a strange expression. "But aren't you frost giants? Where do you live if not in a frost environment?"
"Uh—." Laufey was speechless for a moment.
Odin then looked at another king: "Malykis, I—"
"The Nine Realms will eventually fall into darkness!" Malekith didn't bother to say another word.
Odin nodded, understanding the two kings' resolve. His eyes held compassion, and his voice was resolute: "Then I will send you both back to the universe!"
"boom!"
Before Laufey could explain, a blinding light swept through the palace.
Two kings, dead!