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Chapter 180 Where is Odin? Ian has run away!

The moment the cold wave arrived, the whole world fell into a deathly silence.

Loki aloft the Casket of Ice, the divine artifact of Odin. The power of Odin and the extreme cold of the Frost Giants merged perfectly, and a terrifying frost-white aura spread wildly from him. The earth froze instantly, skyscrapers turned into ice sculptures, countless tiny ice crystals condensed in the air, and even time seemed to stand still.

Even the zombies in the city were transformed into a giant ice sculpture at this moment.

This is the Box of Ice.

It is also known as the Ancient Winter Treasure Box.

An underrated artifact among the Frost Giants, it can unleash a winter powerful enough to destroy the Nine Realms, and is actually one of the most important artifacts in the Marvel Universe.

It was able to be placed in the same collection room as the Eternal Flame and the Infinity Gauntlet, which already shows how powerful it was. However, it was gradually forgotten because it became part of Odin's collection.

and.

Since the extinction of their strongest members in the war against Asgard, the Frost Giants have never produced another being capable of unleashing their power.

It's a very simple principle: the frost giants who controlled advanced knowledge were killed, and the knowledge transmission was interrupted, making it difficult to breed strong individuals again. The best way to destroy a civilization is not just through extinction.

now.

A long-declining civilization has produced Loki, a powerful figure who defeated Odin and took Odin's body. The entire Frost Giants couldn't help but become fervent.

"Great King!"

"The king's power is invincible!"

Praise be to the new Lord of the Nine Realms!

The frost giants who descended with the Rainbow Bridge were all overwhelmed by Loki's domineering presence and power, and they cheered in worship, a feeling that Loki thoroughly enjoyed.

"Stop struggling, you can barely move now, can you? Surrender now, and I will allow you to submit to the feet of the great King Loki and offer your loyalty by kissing the back of my feet!"

The cold wind was like a knife, and frost covered the sky.

Loki stood atop the Frozen Throne, holding the Box of Ice, Odin's body glowing with a chilling blue light, like the ruler of the Nine Realms. He looked down at the solitary figure standing below—Ian Kent.

Loki, who already considered himself the strongest in the Nine Realms, spoke with a mocking expression and without any politeness, full of insults. The most satisfying moment of his life was now when he was showing off.

Absolute power instilled in Loki absolute confidence. Loki stood in the void, the Casket of Ice in his hand radiating a chilling blue light, Odin's single eye filled with condescending arrogance. Frost coalesced beneath his feet into a throne, with frost giants kneeling around him like subjects before a king.

He looked down at Ian, as if victory was already in his grasp.

No wonder Loki was so arrogant.

Ian's situation does look rather bad.

The icy chill had crept up Ian's boots, frost creeping up his trousers. His breath condensed into white mist in the air, but his back... well, Ian was already shivering from the cold, his back was still slightly hunched forward, but if anyone asked him later, he would still stubbornly say that his back was still as straight as a spear.

If anyone wants to write a biography of Ian, this is how the history book should be written about today.

"Let me kiss the back of your feet? Tsk tsk, disgusting. You must be gay, and a pedophile at that..." Ian stood there, his body covered in frost, exhaling white mist with each breath. He slowly raised his head, ice crystals falling from his eyebrows, revealing a pair of eyes burning with vigilance.

When a little boy is out and about, he's bound to run into strange guys. His comment on Loki's refusal to allow him to openly express his love for him instantly froze Loki's maniacal smile.

"What—what did you say?!"

His one eye widened, and then he became so enraged that he trembled all over.

"A guy who can fall in love with himself is bound to covet Lord Ian's good looks—damn Loki, you're only fit to stay at home and take care of your own needs!"

Ian showed no sign of backing down. Although his voice was slightly shivering from the cold, his loud tone was still clear enough for all the frost giants to hear him clearly.

They started whispering to each other.

This caused Loki's face to turn increasingly red.

"Shut up!"

Loki's rage erupted completely, and the Casket of Ice emitted a blinding blue light.

He swung his arm violently: "You! Tear him apart! Pull out his tongue! Crush his bones into powder!! Tear him apart by ten horses!"

This was an order given to the Frost Giants, not wanting these idle subordinates to discuss their sexual orientation. These Frost Giants, who had been kept in captivity for many years, were not exactly known for their sharp minds.

"As ordered!"

The frost giants roared as they charged toward Ian. They were ten meters tall, with muscles like ice and rock. They thrived in the extremely cold environment, and their abilities were even enhanced.

Their bodies had grown considerably larger than before, their eyes burning with ghostly blue soulfire, their massive forms stomping the earth as they roared and wielded their icy giant axes, charging towards Ian like a tidal wave!

Ice crystals spread beneath the warriors' feet, and a frigid storm swept towards Ian. The earth cracked, ice shattered, and hundreds of giant figures appeared, their power terrifying as if death itself had descended.

The clash of swords and axes weaves a web of death.

only.

Ian stood still, motionless.

Just as the giants were about to reach him and tear him apart.

"Too bad I don't eat humanoids, otherwise you'd all be snacks." Ian rolled his eyes and muttered regretfully, before his eyes blazed with endless interest and heat.

"boom!!!"

That was the radiance of an eternally burning star. Golden beams of light shot from his eyes, like two whips of destruction, sweeping across the heavens and earth and striking directly at the frost giant!
"laugh--!!"

The frost giant, which was the first to be hit, didn't even have time to scream before its chest was pierced through. The intense heat caused its body to explode from the inside, and its icy blue blood evaporated into mist before it even hit the ground.

The heat rays swept across like a giant burning sword, felling rows of frost giants in their wake. Their bodies twisted and carbonized in the intense heat, eventually turning into charred corpses. Some were severed at the waist, their upper bodies still crawling; others had their heads exploded, their icy eyeballs melting in the heat.

The worst-hit were even vaporized by the heat rays, leaving not even ashes. In the blink of an eye, only charred corpses remained on the battlefield; the entire frost giant legion had been wiped out.

The heat rays ravaged the earth like tyrants! Wherever the beams passed, ice melted into magma, the earth cracked into a sea of ​​fire, and the screams of the giants were distorted into mournful wails in the intense heat.

This was a complete and utter crushing defeat. Ian displayed the terrifying destructive power befitting a Heavenly Father-level powerhouse. Moreover, the wailing souls of the Frost Giants were crystal clear in his eyes.

"Huhuhu~"

Ian gasped for breath as he slowly rose into the air. The residual heat of the rays gradually dissipated, but Ian's eyes still shone with a golden afterglow. His eyes were golden, like the sun god descending upon the world.

The mimicry armor automatically took on the challenge, transforming into a black and white Superman suit—a red and black color scheme with a gold "CD" badge constantly flashing on its chest.

His cloak fluttered in the still-heat wave, but there was no sound of Ian inhaling; his mouth was working frantically like a cosmic-level turbo suction device.

A terrifying suction force erupted from him!
The fragments of souls that had escaped from the charred remains, the lingering icy magic, and even the residual life force in the air were all forcibly extracted and rushed into Ian's mouth like rivers flowing into the sea!

He devoured it greedily, as if savoring the most exquisite dessert in the universe. Energy surged within him, and the mimicry armor emitted a low hum, as if cheering for this "feast for the soul."

But just then—a mysterious force quietly descended. Those fragments of souls that should have been devoured, just as they were about to enter Ian's throat, were suddenly seized by an invisible hand and sank! They pierced through the earth, crossed the earth's core, and fell into a dark depth that even divine sense could not detect, as if heading towards some indescribable destination.

"What the heck? My food was stolen halfway through?"

Ian frowned, sensing the force, only to discover that it came from the very laws of the universe—ancient, cold, and inviolable. It was the inevitable destination for the dead—the end of death.

No blasphemy is allowed.

"It's a 50/50 split! A 50/50 split! You're trying to steal my food! Damn it! You have no sportsmanship!" Ian knew that the supreme concept of the Marvel Universe did not respond to his meaning.

He stomped his foot in anger.

Marvel's Death is so cunning, unearned, shameless, and disgusting. She's a new-age feminist, not nearly as easy to talk to as Miss Death from the DC universe.

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……

finally.

Ian only managed to consume a small amount of the remaining energy, which made him feel slightly uneasy, so he turned his gaze to Loki, who was using Odin's body.

To be precise, she looked at the ice box in Loki's hand—this thing was clearly a high-energy substance, which could not only be used as a refrigerator, but might also be used to eat directly!
Ian's drool was starting to leak out slightly.

"How can this be!"

Loki staggered back a step, a flicker of fear flashing in his single eye. He stared at the figure hovering in mid-air, like the embodiment of a star, and for the first time, terror gripped his heart. But quickly, he looked down at the Casket of Ice in his hand, then touched Odin's body, before regaining his composure.

“It’s obvious you didn’t go to school as a child. Under normal circumstances, you can never freeze the sun’s brilliance.” Ian’s voice was low, actually bubbly with frustration.

"The Sun God?" Loki gritted his teeth. "Damn it! No matter what you are, you have to grovel at my feet! This is no normal situation!"

He suddenly raised the Ice Box high, and Odin's divine power poured into it once again. The runes on the surface of the box lit up one by one, and terrifying cold air erupted like a tsunami!

"Extreme Cold, Eternal Prison—Freeze! All things!!!"

Loki is still as childish as ever.

However, this time he caused quite a stir, as absolute cold descended.

Wherever the chill passed, the air solidified, the earth turned into glaciers, and even the light was frozen. The frost spread wildly from Loki's center, covering the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye, followed by cities, mountains, oceans... even the waves froze in the instant they surged, forming ice sculptures thousands of meters high.

Earth, ruins, wreckage, zombies… everything was covered by a layer of eerie blue, unmelting, extremely cold ice crystals. In the end, the entire Earth was completely frozen, becoming an ice-blue planet, sealed by an unmelting, extremely cold shell, losing the last trace of warmth remaining on the planet.

The power of Odin.

That's how powerful it is.

Thor raised Mjolnir high, roaring, but before he could finish, he turned into an ice sculpture, the lightning freezing at the tip of the hammer like a blooming ice flower.

As soon as Captain America raised his shield, his body became an ice-cold warrior, even the blood at the corner of his mouth congealed into rubies.

Morgan Stark's Iron Man armor emitted its final alarm before being swallowed by ice, leaving only a pair of unclosed eyes reflecting the icy light of the universe.

Gwen, the Phantom Spider, is the only one still capable of thinking.

She was frozen in mid-air, her body entwined with spider silk like an ice crystal web, but her consciousness was not completely frozen due to the "Phantom Spider Gene" bestowed upon her by Ian. She could see, hear, and think—but she could not move.

She watched as Loki, holding the Box of Ice, stood atop the frozen earth, Odin's body gleaming like a new god in the cold light. His single eye swept across the scene, a victorious smile playing on his lips.

"Die!"

Loki grinned maliciously, and the frost storm instantly engulfed Ian's figure. Odin's divine power and the Frost Giants' extreme cold power merged perfectly, and the terrifying chill, like a tsunami, threatened to bury Ian along with the entire planet!
However, this was just Loki's wishful thinking, without Ian's approval. Even as absolute cold arrived, Ian's figure suddenly broke through the ice fog's blockade, soaring straight into the sky in a superhuman manner! His speed was so fast that he even left a golden afterimage behind him.

"At absolute zero, all matter should cease to move!" Loki's pupils contracted, and he immediately activated the Ice Box, unleashing a torrential downpour of icy power upon Ian!

"Absolute low temperature is just physics, what does it have to do with what Ian studies? Illiterate Loki!"

Ian did not turn around.

Instead, it soars straight into the universe.

"You—!" Loki was instantly enraged by Ian's taunt. His Odin body erupted with brilliant divine light. He shattered the ground and soared into the sky, chasing after Ian!
The two, one after the other, broke through Earth's atmosphere and rushed into deep space in the blink of an eye.

In the boundless sea of ​​stars, Ian's speed remained undiminished; he streaked through the planetary belts like a golden meteor. Loki followed closely behind, the Casket of Ice continuously unleashing its frigid power. Relying on the divine strength of Odin's body and the might of the Casket of Ice, his attacks were like a storm, freezing meteorites, asteroids, and even the light of stars in his path!

Even black holes cannot escape the fate of being frozen; this is an extremely terrifying cosmic artifact. Ian's body did not support him to confront the opponent head-on, so Ian chose to study the strategies of great men.

Ian brought the essence of guerrilla warfare to its fullest extent.

Loki chased Ian, traversing the galaxy, determined to tear him apart. But Ian was as agile as a fish. He didn't confront him head-on, he didn't engage in direct combat, he simply kept moving.

The universe is boundless and lifeless.

In the narrow corners of the zombie universe.

The stars stood still like rusted gears, and pale blue frost flowers condensed at the edge of the black hole. Even the pulse of time was frozen by the cold air, causing many places to lose their sense of time.

This dimension, which should have been utterly tranquil, has now become a battlefield between gods. Loki, riding Odin's divine body, smashes three rogue planets. The cosmic dust condensed on the surface of his golden armor transforms into dazzling stardust under the shockwaves of divine power, while the Casket of Ice spins in his palm, creating an absolute zero vortex that warps space itself.

"You can't escape!"

Loki roared.

Raise your hand and wave.

The God-King's roar shattered the nearby asteroid belt, and twelve frost chains pierced through the void, capable of obliterating planets and meteorites, but unable to capture the slippery Ian.

Ian's figure shimmered in the frigid air, his golden light piercing the extreme cold like the sun. He deliberately slowed down, allowing Loki's icy power to catch up with him but always falling just short.

"Is all you can do is run away?!" Loki's roar shook the frozen atmosphere. "Fight me fair and square!"

"Wow, how scary, how scary~" Ian made a face while floating in the air, and casually flicked out a golden beam of light. The light pierced through the icy mist and struck Loki precisely between the eyebrows.

It makes a crisp "ding" sound.

The damage is minimal.

But it's extremely insulting.

I'm going to tear your mouth apart!

Loki flew into a rage, and the Casket of Ice emitted an even more dazzling blue light. The power of the ruler of the Nine Realms materialized through the Casket of Ice, and Odin's divine power poured into it like a torrent, with icy blue energy ripples spreading wildly from him.

The Box of Ice shone with an unprecedented, frigid light in Loki's hands.

That was not light, but absolute cold.

It spread like a tide, devouring galaxies, freezing black holes, and freezing time itself. Stars extinguished one after another, turning into ice crystal sculptures; nebulae solidified, like a sealed scroll.

The entire microcosm, from the macrocosm to the microcosm, from matter to energy, from space to time—was frozen in time. Even Ian's last figure slowly came to a standstill in the light.

The evil god was frozen in eternal extreme cold.

The universe is completely frozen.

The entire dimension was dragged into an eternal winter, including Ian, a being who proclaimed himself a Godfather.

"No matter how slippery an ant is, it's still just an ant. Before absolute power, your little tricks are meaningless!" Loki hovered in the center of the universe, the Casket of Ice in his hand, Odin's body radiating supreme majesty. He opened his single eye, looking down at this frozen kingdom, a victorious smile playing on his lips.

"Run! Keep running! Why did you stop? Weren't you good at dodging? Weren't you good at slapping people in the face? Weren't you good at saying 'Great job'?" Loki grinned maliciously, floating in front of Ian, watching Ian's figure gradually stiffen in the cold wave, eventually turning into an eternal ice sculpture.

Loki stood upon the frost throne, a morbid satisfaction gleaming in his single eye.

"Run! You were so good at dodging just now!"

He yelled at Ian's ice sculpture, but Ian's ice sculpture didn't react at all, its expression frozen in horror at the last moment, the kind of horror that made its eyes bulge out.

Loki was very pleased with this expression; Loki's mouth twisted in a grimace, and Odin's face contorted with schadenfreude.

"You think this is the end? No, I will keep you conscious in eternal ice, making you feel the pain of every inch of your flesh being frozen! I will make you watch your own body being crushed inch by inch, and you—can't do anything about it!" He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his divine power surging within the icy box.

Loki even brought himself to orgasm.

It was as if I could already see Ian wailing in endless torment.

however.

Just at this time.

"I'm waiting for you to run out of divine power. What are you waiting for?"

A familiar voice rang out leisurely behind Loki.

Loki's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped.

Instinct was driving Loki to release adrenaline; his pupils suddenly contracted, and his neck stiffened, turning inch by inch, as if every movement was resisting some invisible fear.

I saw.

Ian Callus was hovering behind Loki, his body transparent, as ethereal as a ghost, with only his golden eyes shining brightly in the frozen universe.

"Wh...what?!" Loki's voice was almost ripped apart. In this place where the universe had fallen silent, he couldn't understand why he could still see other living things besides himself.

An absolute winter that even the frost giants couldn't withstand!

"Why! What the hell are you?!" Loki's one eye widened, his voice trembling. "Impossible! You've been frozen! You've been defeated by me!"

He was horrified, as if he had stumbled upon a blind spot in his knowledge.

My brain is buzzing.

Fortunately, Ian has always been fond of teaching.

"Laughable. This is the tragedy of you ordinary people who don't have a super brain like mine. Freezing everything is nothing; I can just have my soul leave my body and knock your head with my spirit."

"There's nothing you can do about me."

The transparent Ian tilted his head, a wise smile curving his lips. As he spoke, he actually punched Loki's head a few times, though Odin's bald head was rock hard.

The feel is not good.

"It can't be like this... The soul... The soul should be frozen too..."

Loki's single eye reflected Ian's transparent figure, the Casket of Ice trembled in his hand, Odin's divine power was almost exhausted, and the enemy before him—had never been truly defeated.

"No...impossible!" Loki roared hysterically. "The Casket of Ice can freeze even souls! How could you—you can't possibly be a holy soul!"

He seemed to have thought of something.

Unwilling to accept reality.

"You're not a Holy Soul! Your whole family isn't a Holy Soul!" Ian's insults were always the same two-fold, but they still managed to elicit a resentful roar from Loki's throat.

Under the gaze of this schemer who also claimed to be the new ruler of the Nine Realms, Ian's eyes suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, and the golden light exploded in the frozen universe!

This is going all out.

The radiance, as brilliant as the sun, engulfed Loki's figure, and the frozen universe was rekindled at that moment by the radiance that could illuminate the entire microcosm.

……

Earth, still bearing the chill of the ruins.

Thor slowly opened his eyes, frost falling softly from his eyelashes. He struggled to sit up, feeling as if his head had been struck by a frost giant's hammer—cold and painful. He shook his head, trying to clear his muddled thoughts, and then—

He saw Ian.

Ian was crouching not far away, with a campfire burning in front of him and two ice sculptures on top of it—one of Captain America and the other of Gwen.

Thor: "...?"

Ian noticed Thor was awake and waved enthusiastically: "Hey, Thor! You're awake? Come on, just in time for dinner!"

Thor opened his mouth.

For a moment, he didn't know how to describe the scene before him. He watched as Ian pulled a bottle of chili powder and salt and pepper from his pocket and sprinkled it evenly on Captain America's ice sculpture.

The guy was humming a little tune.

"Grilled Captain America is awesome! Frozen Gwent is so fragrant!"

Even though Thor knew Ian was just having fun and it was just a joke among people, he still found it hard to comment on what he saw.

"..."

Perhaps this is the way of thinking of an evil god. He clutched his still throbbing head, staggered over, and decided to ask Ian the serious questions that concerned him most first.

"Where's Loki?" Thor looked around, but he didn't see the arrogant evil villain, nor did he see even a trace of the Frost Giants' remains.

He was frozen unconscious relatively early, so he suspected that Ian had eaten all the frost giants.

"Loki?"

Ian didn't even look up, just casually pointed to the side.

"There it is."

Thor looked in the direction he was looking and saw a thermos on the ground. From inside the thermos, he could faintly hear Loki's furious roar: "Let me out! You lowly ants of Midgard! I'll rip your guts out and knit them into sweaters—I am the King of the Nine Realms, you can't treat me like this!"

Thor was stunned for a second, then overjoyed.

"Haha! Loki, King of the Frost Giants! You've finally met your match!" He grabbed the thermos, unscrewed the lid without hesitation, and positioned his backside against the rim of the cup.

"puff--!!!"

A deafening fart was perfectly poured into the thermos.

There was a brief silence in the cup, followed by Loki's hysterical scream: "Thor! You son of Odin who deserved to die long ago!! I'll kill you!!! I will definitely kill you!!!"

He was raging with impotence.

Thor laughed heartily, so hard that tears almost streamed down his face.

"How was it? Was the Thunder God's fart powerful enough?"

Thor used the crooked smile of Thor.

Ian gave a thumbs-up, offering a bit of emotional support.

"As expected of Thor, even his farts are electrified."

He was mainly feeling guilty and needed to be given emotional support.

"Absolutely, absolutely, hahaha~"

Thor smugly tightened the lid, shook Loki's soul a few times, and then put it away contentedly. But soon, his smile froze.

“Wait, Ian.” Thor’s expression suddenly turned serious. “What about my father’s body?”

The landlord's foolish son finally remembered that Loki had been wearing his father's skin, and thus failed to help Ian, who had been keeping a close eye on time, escape this crisis.

Ian paused for a moment.

Eyes wandering.

"Uh...well..."

He spoke somewhat hesitantly.

Thor had never seen a god of evil act like this before.

His heart sank instantly.

"you……"

His voice began to tremble.

"You wouldn't...have eaten my father's body, would you?!"

Thor is truly furious!
Ian swallowed hard.

"..."

He suspects that Thor has a habit of misunderstanding his own food intake range.

Seeing that Ian didn't answer, Thor instantly broke down, wailing and lunging forward to pry open Ian's mouth: "Spit it out! Spit it out! That's my dad!! Spit out my dad!"

Thor kept trying to pry Ian's throat, his movements were extremely rough, and he was crying and spitting tears while hitting Ian's head with Mjolnir.

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Ian, unusually, did not retaliate.

"Wait! Calm down! I didn't eat Odin! I don't eat people!"

He quickly pushed Thor away.

He pointed to a small tent not far away.

"It's over there!"

The moment Thor turned his head, Ian had already started rubbing oil on the soles of his feet.

"Father God! Father God!"

Thor scrambled toward the tent and flung open the curtain—inside was not the majestic Allfather, but a baby wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep.

The baby's face was round and rosy, with soft golden downy hair clinging to its forehead. It was sucking on its thumb with its little mouth, looking innocent and naive.

"Where did this brat come from? Where is my father? Damn evil god!"

Thor was completely bewildered.

Subsequently.

He then heard the sound of packing up behind him, preparing to run away, accompanied by an apologetic Ian voice.

"Well, just like Odin has Odin's power, I also have my Ian's power, the power of ancestor... I was too excited just now to control this power of mine."

"So, because of this, an accident happened—not really a tragic accident, anyway, how should I explain this to you..."

"To make a long story short, you may be about to embark on one of the most unique adventures and experiences in the universe... Yes, you might have to trouble yourself to raise your father again."

After Ian finished speaking, he gathered his spoils and prepared to return to the DC Universe.

Last second.

He seemed to see Thor transformed into a monstrous thunderhound.

It pounced on them as if it were rabid.

(End of this chapter)