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Chapter 227 Thanos Descends on the Battlefield!

Nidaville —

The massive star-forged furnace slowly extinguished its last embers, and on the central platform, the dark gold Infinity Gauntlet gleamed coldly under the starlight.

Six grooves are arranged regularly on the back of the fingers and the palm of the glove, and the power gem has been embedded in them.

Thanos stood in front of the gauntlet, his massive body casting a long shadow in the afterglow of the furnace fire.

"This is the artifact that can hold the power of the Infinity Stones."

"It maximizes the conduction of gemstone energy and minimizes backlash. However, each use, especially with multiple gemstones at the same time, puts a tremendous strain on the glove itself."

The voice of King Eitel the Dwarf came from the side, carrying an undisguised weariness and restraint.

Thanos did not respond, but simply extended his left hand.

The Infinity Gauntlet floated up automatically and slowly slipped onto his thick hand.

The moment the metal ring tightened, the power gem shone brightly with purple light, and violent energy flowed along the patterns on the arm armor, but it did not impact the wearer's body as it had in the past.

The gloves perfectly channel energy, converting it into a controllable output.

make a fist.

hum!

A pure purple force field spread out from Thanos, causing the entire forging hall to tremble. Several unsecured metal components floated up and were crushed into powder by an invisible force in the next second.

"Perfect."

"You have kept your promise, dwarf. Nidavellir will continue to live under my protection."

Thanos spoke, turning to look at Etri, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eternally calm eyes.

Etri lowered his head, offering no response to this hypocritical blessing.

He knew that the only reason Thanos didn't destroy Nidavellir was that they might still need to maintain or build other artifacts, not out of any mercy.

"grown ups."

"The battle has reached a stalemate. Odin and Malekith are wearing each other down, Surtur is being held back by Earth's reinforcements and Thor, and although the Dark Elves are launching a fierce attack on the Vault of Valor, Loki's strength far exceeds our initial understanding."

Ebony Maw's figure floated in from the entrance of the main hall.

Thanos looked in the direction of Asgard. Because the nine realms were connected, even from Nidavellir, he could see the raging flames of Asgard.

"The five gems are concentrated in the same star field."

"This is a perfect opportunity."

Thanos loosened his fist, and the purple light on his gauntlet slowly receded.

"Our plan?"

Ebony Throat inquired.

"Heading to Asgard."

"Odin is tied down by Malekith, Thor is held back by Surtur, and the Vault's defenses are at their last gasp."

"Assist the Dark Elves in breaching the Vault of Asgard and seizing the Eternal Flame to deliver to Surtur! Once the Fire Giant King regains his full power, the fall of Asgard will be inevitable."

Thanos turned and walked out of the hall, his footsteps echoing on the metal floor.

"That Reality Gem—"

"That depends on just how strong Malekith really is."

"7

As Thanos struck Ebony Maw and stepped out of the hall, he looked up towards Asgard in the depths of the starry sky.

The Dark Temple hovered in Nidavellir orbit.

As Thanos boarded the ship, the ship's engines were already running.

A deep blue tail flame tore through the void as the ship turned toward the center of the Nine Realms—Asgard.

Inside the bridge, Thanos stood in front of the observation window, his left hand unconsciously rubbing the metal surface of the Infinity Gauntlet.

The power gem pulsed deep within his palm, like a second heart.

"Estimated arrival time?"

he asks.

"Fifteen minutes, sir."

"The connection between the nine realms has caused instability in the spatial structure, making conventional jumps unusable, but the distance for straight-line travel has been greatly shortened."

The Chitauri commander at the control panel answered.

"That's enough."

"Get the vanguard ready. First objective after landing: Odin's Treasury."

Thanos watched the points of light on the holographic star map getting closer and closer.

"The battlefield between Odin and Malekith —"

"Ignore it."

"Let them wear each other down. When the Eternal Flame changes hands, Surtur will clear the way for us."

A cold glint flashed in Thanos's eyes.

The warships sailed in silence.

Ten minutes later, the outline of Asgard was clearly visible.

That was no longer the legendary golden divine realm, but a burning inferno.

The light from the rainbow bridge occasionally streaked across the sky, colliding with flames and ice, and the aftershocks of the explosions could be observed as energy ripples even in space.

"So beautiful."

"The beauty of destruction."

Corvus Glaive stood beside Thanos, his crimson eyes reflecting the distant flames of war.

"Landing module ready."

"The main battlefront is now in your hands."

Thanos gave the order.

And you, sir?

Ebony Throat asked.

Thanos raised his left hand, the Power Stone gleaming with purple light: "Odin's Vault—"

The Dark Temple unfolded its hull in orbit around Asgard, and dozens of landing craft detached from the mothership like a meteor shower, crashing into the Asgardian landscape with fiery tails.

Thanos himself then leaped off the bridge.

He traveled through space without using any vehicle, relying solely on his physical body.

The Power Gem lit up in his palm, and a purple force field enveloped his entire body, instantly pushing his speed beyond the limits of normal physics. He transformed into a purple-black meteor, heading straight for Odin's Vault!

Asgard, outside Odin's Treasury.

A chill permeated the air, and ice crystals refracted a ghostly light between the broken pillars.

The twelve elite dark elves, frozen in their charging stance, remained in the center of the hall, their final expressions of horror frozen in transparent ice coffins.

But the battle was not over.

Algrim stood at the other end of the ice coffin array, dark red etheric energy flowing like lava through the gaps in the bone armor.

The ground beneath his feet was cracked, and a thin layer of ice, constantly melting and regenerating, formed on the blade of the dark giant axe he held in his right hand.

"Your divine power—is it almost exhausted?"

Algrim's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping.

There were three deep, bone-revealing cuts on his breastplate, the edges of which were covered with glistening ice crystals—the marks Loki left with his ice crystal longsword.

But the terrifying regenerative power granted by the ether particles is causing the wounds to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Loki leaned against the base of the Altar of Eternal Fire, his breathing slightly rapid.

The left sleeve of the dark green battle robe was completely torn, revealing three deep scorch marks on the fair arm that showed the bone.

His left hand still held the Ice Box steadily, with extreme cold air swirling around its opening; his right hand held a longsword, formed from pure ice crystals and the starlight of a microcosm, pointing diagonally at the ground, its blade already showing several cracks.

"You can hold your own longer than I can."

Loki forced a mocking smile, but the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed his true condition.

He had been guarding the treasure vault alone for thirty minutes.

"Then let me see how long you can hold out."

"7

Algrim moved.

His massive body displayed disproportionate agility, each step he took shattering the ice surface, and his dark axe drew three arcs of light, blocking Loki's dodging space to the left, right, and above!

Loki's pupils constricted.

My inner universe burst into flames within me.

Silvery-white starlight emanated from his body, merging with the freezing energy of the Ice Box to form a force field around him, a blend of ice crystals and starlight.

"Aurora Ice Rings!"

He spun around, his ice crystal longsword tracing a perfect circular path.

Wherever the sword's edge passed, the air was instantly crystallized by the extreme cold, forming a 360-degree circular ice wall with no blind spots.

The surface of the ice wall is covered with countless sharp ice spikes, each one infused with divine power.

Algrim's giant axe struck the ice ring.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three consecutive loud bangs.

The ice spikes shattered the moment they collided with the axe blade, and the shockwaves of extreme cold mixed with divine power eroded them in the opposite direction.

Algrim grunted, and frost instantly covered the axe, freezing his right arm, from fingertips to shoulder, into a bluish-purple color, but he did not retreat.

Algrim, with his single blood-red eye, allowed the freezing air to spread, while his left fist was filled with dark red ethereal energy. He then punched the very center of the ice ring, the location of Loki's main body!

"Trade injury for a life? Dream on."

Loki sneered and pushed the Box of Ice forward with his left hand.

A beam of ice-blue light, condensed to the extreme, shot out from the cascade.

The beam of light struck Algrim's left fist with pinpoint accuracy.

The moment they made contact, the dark red etheric energy and the icy blue freezing air clashed violently.

The ear-piercing sound of energy extinction caused dust to fall from the beams and pillars of the main hall!

The etheric flow in Algrim's entire left arm visibly froze, and the surface of his fist began to crystallize!

But Loki's expression changed slightly.

"puff!"

Loki coughed up a mouthful of blood at that moment; his body had reached its limit.

Even though the Box of Frost is a legacy artifact of the Frost Giants, its use is not without its costs.

And Algrim—this monster—was grinning.

"You have reached your limit."

"Cough cough————"

Algrim gasped for breath; his injuries were also quite severe.

According to the intelligence they had gathered, Loki was probably the weakest link in Asgard.

But I never expected the opponent to be this strong.

He led the team himself, empowered by the power of the Aether, and also had a squad of Dark Elves, yet Loki almost wiped them all out in Odin's Vault by himself.

Even now, he is not confident of defeating Loki.

Such strength is already among the top in the entire Nine Realms.

Algrim abandoned the defense of his left arm and concentrated all his energy into his right arm!

The giant axe was raised once more.

A dark red vortex, compressed to its extreme, condensed on the axe blade!

"Die!!!"

Algrim roared as he unleashed this desperate strike.

Loki's pupils contracted sharply.

"Mirror Maze!"

He clasped his hands together, and the last of his inner universe and the Ice Box unleashed their power!

Centered on him, countless ice mirrors instantly appeared!

Layer upon layer, reality and illusion intertwined!

Click! Click! Click!

The mirror shattered, but with each shattered surface, the force of the axe was dispersed.

Even more fatally, the shattered ice mirror did not disappear, but instead turned into billions of ice crystal dust, permeating the entire space.

The surging frozen air condensed within Odin's treasure vault.

The cosmos has reached its peak, and the power of the divine power, the cosmos, and the Ice Box has completely converged at this moment.

Loki, wielding an ice crystal longsword, unleashed the most powerful strike he had ever made since his birth!

"Whoosh!!!"

Without any hindrance, Algrim was cut in half at the waist by Loki's sword.

The wound froze instantly, and the extreme cold air rushed in wildly through Algrim's wound.

"That's impossible!"

Algrim spoke silently, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.

"Ahem!"

Loki coughed up another mouthful of blood.

He had no strength left.