Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

In the ensuing silence, Sif spoke first, her voice icy:

"I knew that conman was unreliable."

"No."

Thor shook his head, his voice low:

"There must be more to this than meets the eye. Loki has already shown remorse, otherwise he wouldn't have made that choice back then..."

"You can fool us, but don't fool yourself too."

Sif retorted without holding back, clearly indicating that Loki's previous act of deceiving everyone while Odin was asleep had not yet earned Sif's forgiveness.

Seeing Sif, who had been playing with him since childhood, in this attitude, Thor fell silent.

Deep down, he didn't want Loki to be involved in this invasion, but after all, Loki had done something outrageous.

Peter interjected before the atmosphere between the two reached its freezing point:

"Alright, there's no point in arguing about this now. We need to see it for ourselves."

"At least from the current situation, Asgard isn't in too bad a state. We can just clean up these scum and we'll be fine."

Thor took a deep breath and nodded.

"you're right."

"Heimdall, what is the current situation of the Asgardian palace?"

"The palace is still under our control. However, a third of the outer city has already fallen. His Majesty Odin remains in Odin's Slumber and cannot be awakened. Queen Frigg is leading the palace guards to hold the inner city's defenses."

Upon hearing Frigga's name, Peter suddenly had a jolt, immediately recalling that in the Thor 2 storyline, it was at this very moment that Frigga's accident occurred.

"Let's go to the palace first!" Peter said, and without another word, he dragged Saul straight to the palace.

The two were so fast that they became a streak of light, leaving Heimdall and Sif looking at each other in disbelief.

"What's wrong with him? Why is he acting even more nervous than Prince Thor?"

"I don't know." Sif gripped her curry stick tightly, and a blinding light suddenly shone from the blade. With a flick of her wrist, a massive golden sword aura shot out, instantly cleaving a dark elf warship in two.

"But Peter's intuition has never been wrong."

Heimdall glanced at the curry stick in Sif's hand, which seemed even more powerful than his own golden greatsword, opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back his doubts and teasing of Peter.

……

At the same time that Peter was leading Thor to the palace, Frigga was leading a small number of guards to defend Odin's bedroom.

There were four people standing opposite her at that moment.

Malekith, the Dark Elf King; Artoria, the cursed warrior; Ebony Maw, one of Thanos's Black Order; and...

Loki!

To be precise, it was Loki who was controlled by the Mind Scepter.

"Your Majesty, perhaps you should give up the resistance sooner rather than later."

Malekith's pale face wore a gloomy smile as he strolled slowly, casually surveying the dilapidated palace hall.

"Five thousand years! I've waited five thousand years!"

He stretched out his hand, and a dark red light flowed through his palm, the color unique to ether particles.

"Back then, your husband, that arrogant one-eyed old man, thought he could rest easy once he sealed me away?"

He was wrong.

"The Nine Realms Connection hasn't arrived yet, but so what? With the help of this new ally..."

Malekith glanced at Ebony Throat.

The latter responded with a polite and restrained smile.

"The ether particles have returned to their rightful owners."

"At that time, the entire Nine Realms will once again fall into eternal darkness!"

Frigga held her longsword horizontally in front of her, her face calm. She didn't respond to his words, her beautiful eyes fixed on her child—Loki.

"Loki!"

Frigga's voice cut through the noisy battlefield and landed directly in the ears of the silent, dark-haired youth standing at the very back.

"My child, look at what you're doing! Are you helping outsiders destroy your own home?"

Loki's body stiffened slightly.

His pupils glowed with an unnatural blue light—the mark of control of the Mind Scepter.

Even so, Frigga's voice still stirred a ripple in his heart.

"Mother……"

Loki's lips moved slightly, uttering two barely audible words.

The blue light flickered, and there seemed to be a brief lapse.

Frigga witnessed this scene, her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately raised her voice:

"Do you still remember the promise you made when you were little?"

"You said that when you grow up, you will protect Asgard with Thor."

"Is this what you call protecting your father, or... is it that you still can't forgive him?!"

Loki's blue eyes narrowed sharply.

The blue light covering the pupils trembled violently, almost shattering.

His hand unconsciously loosened its grip on the dagger.

"interesting."

Ebony Throat spoke softly from behind.

The next second, he raised the Mind Scepter in his right hand, and a beam of dark blue light shot out from the tip of the gem, striking Loki precisely in the back of the head.

Loki's entire body jolted violently.

The brief moment of relaxation vanished instantly.

The blue light returned to his eyes, and it was even more intense than before.

Frigga's heart nearly broke when she saw this.

"You despicable..."

"Your Majesty," Ebony Maw interrupted her, "I advise you to save your energy. The Mind Stone's control cannot be broken by some tender appeal."

"Besides..."

Before he could finish speaking, the cursed warrior had already rushed in front of Frigga and slammed down a punch with terrifying force.

Frigga dodged to the side, her longsword slicing a spark across her opponent's arm.

As the Queen of Asgard, she is more than just a mascot or a fragile sorceress.

Unfortunately, the cursed warrior's skin was too tough, and the sword couldn't even cut through his skin.

Meanwhile, Malekith took advantage of the opening and quietly circled around to Frigga's side and rear.

A short knife had appeared in his palm without him even noticing.

Frigga sensed a threat coming from behind, but she had no time to pay attention to it at the moment.

As she pondered whether the only option was to exchange injuries for injuries,

boom!

A golden flying slash, over a hundred meters long, descended from the sky and struck Malekith precisely in front of him, blasting him away.

At the same time, a bolt of lightning struck from outside the shattered dome of the hall, slamming into the cursed warrior's chest and knocking the behemoth back more than ten steps.

"Mother!"

Thor's figure fell through the hole in the dome, flipping over and landing steadily in front of Frigga, Mjolnir buzzing in his hand.

Just as Frigga was about to say something, she noticed that there was a young man following behind Thor.

The young man landed in an extremely casual manner, with his hands in his pockets, and simply floated down from mid-air in a nonchalant way.

Who else could this person be but Peter?