Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Peter's flippant words sounded more grating to Laufey than the most vicious curse in the world.

"You...you deserve to die!"

Laufey was furious. The Frost King had completely abandoned his royal demeanor and charged at Evil Peter like a mad beast.

Wherever he went, sharp ice spikes condensed on the earth, and water vapor in the air turned into deadly ice blades, raining down on the evil Peter.

However, Evil Peter moved about like a fire sprite dancing on a knife's edge.

With the amplification of his Observation Haki, he either dodged with Moonwalk or changed his body shape through Paper Drawing, causing Laufey's attacks to miss by the slightest margin and instead hit his own subordinates.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Frost King remains silent, only slaughtering his subordinates."

"Damn it, if it weren't for you lowly commoners blocking my way, I would have already struck that man from the Central Court!"

Not only does Evil Peter create the illusion for Laufey that he "almost killed this bastard," but he also imitates the narrator or Laufey's tone while dodging, continuing to mess with Laufey's mindset.

During this process, his hands were not idle; he continued to swing the knife without pause.

Whoosh whoosh~

Each swing of the sword unleashes streaks of blazing light.

Wherever the blade's edge passed, it often resulted in the loss of many frost giants' limbs; the unlucky ones were even cleaved in two on the spot.

Then it was burned to ashes by the flames that clung to it like maggots.

"You lowly Midgardian! Stop right there!"

Laufey roared and unleashed an even larger ice spear, whistling through the air, aimed straight at Evil Peter's back.

Without turning his head, Peter twisted his body lightly, and the ice spear flew past his body, instantly pinning a terrified frost giant to death.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his sword backhand, and another frost giant who tried to stop Peter was engulfed in flames.

"Ahhhhh!"

Laufey has completely lost his mind.

He felt like a clown being played, no matter how hard he tried to attack, he couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes.

Meanwhile, the other side was able to leisurely slaughter his people, his army, and his hopes for restoring the kingdom right in front of him!

This bastard is practically a nemesis tailor-made for him by the Creator.

His flames perfectly countered his ice.

His speed made all his attacks a joke.

His destructive power left his own people utterly defenseless.

This feeling of having no way to use one's strength is even more unbearable than killing him!

Inside the protective shield, everyone present was stunned to see Peter dealing with Laufey in a manner that was almost like a game to him.

Thor stared, his mouth agape, and muttered to himself:

"How exactly did this planet produce such powerful beings?"

He kept comparing Peter to his own prime in his mind.

The more you compare yourself to others, the more insecure you feel.

Even if he were at his peak, he probably wouldn't be a match for Peter!

Love was overflowing from Sif and Natasha's beautiful eyes.

So cool!

too strong!

Too domineering!

This man perfectly embodies all their fantasies about a partner!

Time passed second by second, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of ash.

The army of frost giants, which originally numbered in the hundreds, was now reduced to only a dozen or so.

These frost giants had completely lost the arrogance and fighting spirit they had when they first arrived.

They huddled together, their red eyes filled with terror, their bodies trembling uncontrollably as they looked at the figure in the air that resembled a demon, unable to even muster the courage to resist.

too frightening.

This man of Midgard is even more terrifying than the Father of the Gods!

Although the Father of the Gods was powerful, he was ultimately merciful and could not bring himself to exterminate them.

The man in the central courtyard clearly wasn't going to let them leave alive!

"Tsk...why did you stop running?"

Peter looked down at the group of frost giants huddled together for warmth, his tone full of disdain.

"What's the fun in hunting if the prey just buries its head in the sand and doesn't move?"

Laufey looked at the ashes of his fellow countrymen scattered on the ground, and listened to the whispers of the demons in his ear. At this moment, his mind finally broke down completely.

Those were his soldiers, the capital he had accumulated over a thousand years of perseverance to rebuild his empire!

He had originally imagined that once he killed the sleeping Odin and reclaimed the Casket of Ice, he could lead this elite army, which he had secretly cultivated for a thousand years, on a path of conquest and restore the supreme glory of the Frost Giants from a thousand years ago.

Laufey is over two thousand years old this year, which is considered old even among the long-lived frost giants.

In other words, he no longer has the next millennium to train a second army like this.

This army was his last hope.

But now...

Everything turned into a dream, a mirage.

His army, his hope, was easily crushed by a Midgardian.

This means that he, Laufey the Frost King, will never have the chance to rise again in his lifetime!

He will be forever nailed to the pillar of shame in Jotunheim as a loser!

"It's you! It's all because of you!"

Laufey's bloodshot eyes were fixed on the evil Peter, burning with overwhelming hatred and madness.

"You lowly Midgardian! I will kill you!"

"I'm not just going to kill you! I'm going to find your family! Your friends! Everyone connected to you!"

"I will make them wail in the endless icy hell! I will shatter your bones inch by inch and forge them into the crown to be passed down through generations of my people!"

Faced with Laufey's frantic roars and vicious curses, Evil Peter's smile only grew brighter.

"You still have the mind to talk nonsense?"

"Don't rush, it'll be your turn soon!"

The moment he finished speaking, Peter snapped his fingers.

The next second, more than ten swords made of flames instantly appeared around him.

Whoosh!

As Peter pointed...

These flaming swords all transformed into meteors and shot towards the frost giants below, who were already terrified.

The frost giants instinctively tried to escape, but all their struggles were clearly in vain.

Those swords, formed entirely of flame, seemed to be equipped with guidance devices, accurately reaping the lives of the victims no matter how desperately they fled.

His chest was pierced, and his body was burned.

In the blink of an eye, the last dozen or so frost giants lost their lives.

The whole world fell completely silent.

At that moment, Evil Peter slowly descended from the sky, a mocking smile on his lips, and walked step by step toward Laufey, who stood frozen in place:

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity!"

"I lost the game~"

"Since you couldn't stop me, then what's next..."

"It's your turn now!"