71: Chapter 71 The Beginning of Ragnarok

Asgard, Bifrost Bridge Observatory.

Heimdall leaned on his Guardian Sword with both hands. Those dark golden eyes, capable of seeing everything in the Nine Realms, were now filled with extreme shock and gravity.

In his vision.

Three sources of terrifying energy, so vast that they distorted the cosmic star trails, were violently crashing into the coordinates of the Divine Realm, completely ignoring the distance of space!

"The Space Stone... and the Reality Stone?!"

Cold sweat beaded on Heimdall's forehead. He abruptly drew his Guardian Sword, preparing to activate the defensive barrier of the Bifrost Bridge.

But it was too late.

Lynn, possessing the Space Stone, had no need to pass through the conventional channel of the Bifrost Bridge.

"Crack—!!!"

Above the Divine Realm, the cloudless golden sky suddenly shattered with a roar like fragile glass!

A deep blue spatial wormhole, over ten kilometers in diameter, was torn open with extreme brutality.

No warning, no declaration of war.

"Boom!!!"

Three massive, pitch-black crimson motherships smashed out directly from the wormhole. The enormous hulls landed while grazing the edge of the Bifrost Bridge, and the violent mass and spatial recoil force instantly crushed half of the brilliant Bifrost Bridge into crystal fragments scattered across the sky!

Fierce winds howled, and the shockwave overturned the observatory. Heimdall was knocked flying backward, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

The piercing sound of air defense horns instantly resounded throughout all of Asgard.

"Enemy attack!!!"

Thousands of Divine Realm soldiers in golden armor, wielding spears and energy shields, rode flying skiffs and swarmed from the direction of The Golden Palace like a plague of locusts.

As the rulers of the Nine Realms, the army of Asgard had not been slapped in the face at their own doorstep for thousands of years.

Mothership One, Throne Hall.

Lynn looked down at the Divine Realm soldiers below who were charging with cold weapons.

"Gods? Just a bunch of primitives still stuck in the age of cold weapons."

Lynn waved his hand. "Frank, clear the field. Don't let them dirty my boots."

"Understood, boss."

Frank pressed the full-fire button on the main console.

"Hum—"

The dark red circuits at the bottom of the three crimson motherships lit up instantly. Tens of thousands of plasma heavy cannons and high-frequency laser guns, without any warm-up, began an indiscriminate, violent carpet bombing of the Asgardian army below.

"Bang bang bang bang—!!!"

Dense blue and red beams poured down.

The Uru metal shields that the Divine Realm soldiers were so proud of could not even hold for half a second under the ultra-high temperature of the plasma main cannons and were instantly vaporized.

The flying skiffs in the sky were like burning turkeys, exploding and falling one after another. Severed limbs and broken arms, accompanied by golden blood, splattered across the entire square of the Divine Realm.

A one-sided dimensional-reduction massacre.

The crushing power of technology and absolute firepower was displayed to the fullest at this moment. In just a few minutes, the thousands of Divine Realm elites charging at the front were completely wiped out.

Mothership One slowly landed on the wide square in front of The Golden Palace.

The hatch opened.

Lynn, wearing a black trench coat, stepped down, walking over the corpses and blood of the gods covering the ground. Behind him followed the expressionless Wanda, and the Godslayer, who was looking around like a monster.

"For the All-Father!"

At the end of the square, a massive steel armor standing five meters tall, crafted entirely from Uru metal—the "Destroyer"—stepped forward with heavy strides under the desperate control of Queen Frigga, blocking Lynn's path.

This was the strongest guardian of Odin's vault.

The Destroyer armor's faceplate opened, and an extremely blinding, high-temperature destructive beam erupted from within, like a pillar of fire capable of melting through stars, blasting directly toward Lynn's face!

"Too slow."

Lynn did not dodge, nor did he transform.

Facing that destructive beam, he just raised his right hand very casually and snapped his fingers crisply.

"Snap."

Passive ability: [Reality Modification]!

Under the shocked gaze of Queen Frigga, who was spying through a magic water mirror, that high-temperature destructive beam, capable of killing Thor in seconds, suddenly began to twist half a meter from Lynn's palm.

The material structure of the beam was instantly altered by Lynn's will, turning into red rose petals scattered across the sky!

"What?!" Frigga, in front of the water mirror, felt a chill run through her entire body.

Lynn exerted force with his feet.

"Bang!"

The hard Divine Realm square was stomped into a large crater, and Lynn's figure instantly crossed a hundred meters, appearing directly in front of the Destroyer armor.

He reached out his right hand and grabbed the Destroyer's indestructible Uru metal neck.

The physical monstrous strength, fused with the genes of Hulk and Thor, combined with the material disintegration laws of the Reality Stone, erupted simultaneously!

"Shatter."

"Crack!!!"

A teeth-grinding sound of metal bursting. Odin's ultimate weapon, which he was so proud of, was like a plastic toy in Lynn's hands, being forcibly crushed, kneaded into pieces, and its core energy hub was instantly popped!

Lynn casually tossed the Destroyer, now a lump of scrap metal, to the side.

He looked up, his black pupils locked firmly onto the magnificent, golden-walled The Golden Palace at the end of his vision.

"Odin. Your time of peaceful sleep is over. It's time to get up and hit the road."

Deep within The Golden Palace.

Queen Frigga watched the black-clad young man in the water mirror, who was as unstoppable as a demon god from the abyss, with nothing but endless despair in her eyes.

Odin was in a deep sleep, Thor was exiled, and Loki was missing. The Divine Realm's army was like grass before the opponent's fleet. Even the Destroyer was crushed with one hand.

Asgard had ushered in the true Ragnarok.

"There is no saving it... relying on us, we simply cannot stop this monster."

Frigga gritted her teeth, two lines of tears flowing from the corners of her eyes. She turned around and stumbled toward the dark dungeon at the very bottom of The Golden Palace.

That was the forbidden zone that Odin had absolutely forbidden anyone from entering for thousands of years.

In order not to let the foundations of Asgard be completely drained, she had no choice but to drink poison to quench her thirst, releasing that taboo existence capable of making the Nine Realms tremble.

Frigga arrived before the sealed door and, with trembling hands, unlocked the God-King shackles set by Odin.

"Boom—"

The heavy stone door slowly opened.

An extremely cold magic power, filled with the aura of death and decay, like a black storm, instantly surged into the sky from the depths of the dungeon, sweeping through the entire The Golden Palace!

In the darkness, a thin woman wearing a ferocious, sharp crown and clad in black and green armor slowly opened those eyes filled with slaughter and ambition.

The true eldest daughter of Asgard, the Goddess of Death.

Hela.

"Thousands of years..."

Hela felt the long-lost air of the outside world, as well as the strange aura rampaging on the Asgardian square, and a cruel and arrogant smile curled up at the corners of her mouth.

"Asgard, your Queen, has returned."