In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Laufey, who continued to exert his strength, was secretly shocked—Odin's child was indeed powerful, the god of thunder lived up to his name, and even he, who possessed the Box of Winter, dared not say that he could definitely win.

Thor also realized that Laufey was a formidable enemy, but he didn't have much time. He had to defeat Laufey quickly, take Loki back, and then he had to rush to deal with Malekith.

Thinking this, Thor didn't hesitate and shouted at Loki, "Loki! Stab him!"

???

Before a bewildered Loki could react, Laufey glanced at him and shouted, "Laufison! Attack him!"

"Loki!"

"Laufison!"

"Loki!!"

"Laufison!!"

"Loki!!!"

"Loufi...so...so...so!!!"

"What the hell are you calling me! It's so noisy! I'm thinking, you know!"

Loki conjured daggers with both hands, leaped up, and stabbed Laufey directly in the waist.

The dagger was not only coated with deadly poison, but also imbued with magical attack. Laufey cried out in pain after being hit by it, and the blizzard he unleashed suddenly weakened.

However, Thor, worried that the lightning would strike Loki, stopped his attack, which resulted in him being blown away by Laufey's blizzard.

Why...why did you stab me?

We're on the same side!

Laufey, clutching his back, glared at Loki, his eyes filled with disbelief and the rage of betrayal.

"I am so sorry, my father, he made a mistake and couldn't tell the difference."

Loki's main attitude is "admitting mistakes, but not changing them".

"Didn't you distinguish them?"

You're kidding me!

You're so big, how could you make that mistake?! Did you think your eyes were steel bars in your buttocks?

Just as Laufey was furious and wanted to kill Loki, Thor, who had been blown away, fell onto the snow and carved a long trail, which ended up not far from Wayne.

Wayne, who was sitting and watching the show, couldn't help but tease, "Thor, it hasn't been that long since I last saw you, how come you've become so lame?"

He can't even beat a large inflatable doll. Does Thor not usually play with cold things and prefers heated ones?

Hearing the sound, Thor pulled his head out of the snow and looked in the direction of the sound. His serious expression instantly turned to surprise and delight. "Second brother!"

Bang—Sor, who had just crawled out of the snow, was punched back into the snow.

Wayne stared at the sky with dead fish eyes, wondering when this weird nickname had come about... It's all Johnny's fault!

Not far away, Johnny, who was still beating up the few remaining frost giants, suddenly sank into the snow without warning. "What...what did I do again?"

"Second brother! You've come at the perfect time!"

Thor dug himself out of the snow again, pressed the bag back onto his head, and called back Mjolnir, who had just fallen. "Give me a hand! I'm going to kill Laufey!"

Laufey, clutching his back, looked Wayne up and down when he heard this—he didn't seem like anything special.

Was this guy always there? How come I didn't notice him earlier? Oh well! He's just a mortal from Midgard!

"Ha, foolish Odinson! To think you can defeat the great Frost Giant King Laufey with the strength of a mortal? Wishful thinking!"

Laufey lowered his hand from his kidney, where the wound had frozen solid. The Fimbulwinter from the Box of Winter had frozen the poison and magical energy. "Laufison, don't 'misread' this time."

However, Loki ignored him completely, staring blankly at Thor, his mind replaying Thor's earlier cry of "Second Brother."

"You've never called me that before..."

Loki looked utterly heartbroken. "Just because I was adopted?!"

"Loki!"

Thor glanced back and forth between Laufey and Loki, cautiously trying to calm Loki down, "Don't throw a tantrum!"

Laufey seized the opportunity, taking advantage of Thor's distraction, and opened his arms, clenching his fists as if he were grasping a blizzard.

With a flick of Laufey's arm, a violent chill swept towards Wayne and the others.

Thor swung Mjolnir, trying to summon lightning to block the terrifying extreme cold storm.

Wayne, however, remained calm and simply blew on the air lightly.

call--!!!

The tens of thousands of kilometers of dark clouds that had been covering the Antarctic continent were instantly dispersed, and the blizzard that had frozen the Southern Hemisphere was completely extinguished.

There was no wind, no snow, no clouds; the Antarctic continent was eerily quiet.

Wayne looked at Loki, raising an eyebrow with interest. "Loki, I should have told you before, you were just a...loli on Earth~"

Upon hearing this, Loki remained silent for a moment, then calmly approached Thor, pointing his dagger at Laufey. "Brother, you're right. We should indeed deal with the enemy in front of us first."

"..."

Laufey opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, his face full of a bitter smile.

Malekith, you son of a bitch! Are you out of your mind?! Declare war on this place?!

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Located at the bottom of Asgard, Nornheim is home to one of the three main roots of the World Tree and the Well of Urd that nourishes this root. It is also inhabited by the three Fates, witches, and trolls.

Located in the deep underground caverns of Nornheim, this is where the troll race has lived for generations.

Yurik, the troll king who had long since joined the Dark Council formed by Malekith, was now leading his subordinates into the depths of the cave.

Here, besides the cold, jagged rock walls, the eerie, deathly silence, and the endless, pitch-black abyss, there are only the faintly visible runes.

Upon seeing the runes, Yurik's eyes lit up—this was the place Malekith had told him to find!

The underground abyss is full of deep caves, and it took quite a while to find this hidden cave that was so well hidden.

Yurik immediately ordered his men to destroy the runes.

As the brute force continued to strike, the runes that had been faintly flashing but seemed to never go out began to appear and disappear.

"...O...Ding...!"

The intermittent roars shook the rocks off the cave walls, and the deathly silence inside seemed to be swept away along with the stirred black mist.

Noticing this, Yurik ordered his men to speed up their work, then turned and left the cave.

But as the runes inside the cave completely went out, the roar that shattered the rock layers stirred up a gale, knocking Yurik, who was trying to escape, to the ground.

Yurik, who had fallen to the ground, turned around in horror.

It was a ferocious and massive humanoid beast, with a huge, grotesque head with curved horns and sharp, giant hooked claws that were a bizarre dark red.

His muscles bulged and bulged, and beneath his thick, tough, earthy-yellow skin, a faint, overflowing dark red glow emanated.

A bony tail extends from its rump, and several dark red, round, fleshy growths are arranged on its dark red bony pelvic armor, as if the wails of millions of dead souls faintly emanate from them.

"Odin!!!"

The behemoth roared, and with a burst of power beneath its feet, the rocky cave collapsed in an instant.

Soaring straight upwards, crushing tens of thousands of kilometers of rocky strata, the behemoth forcibly tore a passage from the deep underground abyss to the highest level of Asgard.