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

Asgard.

The once magnificent Asgard is now in ruins, with many warriors dead or wounded, and Odin impaled on a stake by his own Gungnir.

Clearly, the aging Odin had many concerns. He wanted to protect Asgard but couldn't bear to leave Frigga, which led to his carelessness and failure to dodge, resulting in him taking full damage.

However, it's still much better than Odin in some universe who was crippled by Laufey's crane and needed to be helped up.

At this moment, on the ruins of Asgard, the behemoth that had absorbed all the fear, hatred, and resentment of Asgard grew even larger, with half a torn piece of Destroyer armor in its mouth.

Not far from the behemoth, the Queen Frigga, whose soul had been severely damaged, was deathly pale, her body covered in eerie gray cracks, as if she would shatter like a piece of ceramic at any moment.

"Frigga..."

Odin, impaled on the ground, struggled to raise his arms and trembled as he grabbed Gungnir, trying to pull it off him.

The bad news is that it can't be pulled out anytime soon.

The good news is that Mangog's hatred is still focused on him, so there's no need to worry about Mangog killing Frigga first.

"Odin!!!"

Mangog roared, raised his hands, and leaped up to smash towards Odin.

Just as Mango's fist was about to smash down... Boom! ...

A barrage of lightning bolts converged and struck Mangogo, blasting him away!

"Father!"

Thor, wielding Mjolnir, flew from afar and landed beside Odin.

Loki completely ignored Odin and ran straight to Frigga, helping her to her feet. "Mother!"

"Father... Mother?!"

Seeing that Frigga looked like she was about to die in Valhalla (the Hall of Heroes in Norse mythology), Thor, with bloodshot eyes, unconsciously abandoned Odin and ran straight to Frigga.

"..."

I was moved in vain.

Odin was annoyed for a moment, but quickly regained his agitated state and shouted at Thor and the others, "Take your mother and get out of here! Now!!"

Roar!

Mangog, with almost no visible injuries, attacked again, clearly indicating that Thor's attack had not caused any substantial damage.

"Monster! You're asking for death!"

The oppressive clouds exploded with violent thunder, and the enraged Thor swung Mjolnir at Mangog.

Bang! Thor was slapped and sent flying, crashing hard into a distant half-mountain peak.

"Sol!"

Loki, who was helping Frigga leave, was stunned by what he saw.

Although he didn't expect Thor to be able to defeat that monster, after all, that monster had even defeated the Allfather.

But Loki didn't expect his brother to be so reckless; he was instantly killed as soon as he went up.

"Damn it! I was just careless, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hit me!"

Unlike the aged Odin, Thor's resilience is still excellent.

Although his divine power was inferior to Odin's, with Mjolnir and his exceptional resilience, plus the fact that almost all of Asgard's inhabitants were now dead, Thor had no other concerns... "Loki! Take Father and Mother away!"

Thor clutched his caved-in chest, swallowed a mouthful of blood, and brandished Mjolnir as he flew out of the shattered mountain. "I'll hold it off!"

"Sol! No!!!"

Seeing that his eldest son was about to be sent off, Odin disregarded the Mangog attacking again and forcibly cast a large-scale teleportation spell.

"Father! What are you doing!"

As Thoron looked at the runes that appeared out of thin air and wrapped around himself and every other living Asgardian, he immediately had a bad feeling.

"I'm staying! The God of Thunder will never run away!"

"Father! Let me stay! Stop!"

However, no matter how Thor called out, it was to no avail. He could only watch helplessly as Odin ignored the falling giant fist and cast his final teleportation spell.

With a deafening roar, the entire Asgard shook violently, and dust filled the sky.

Apart from that enormous beast, there was no life left in Asgard.

……

At the moment Odin died.

Deep in Niflheim, Malekith stood proudly with his hands behind his back amidst the thick fog formed by the swirling snow.

"Odin is dead. If you are interested, we can cooperate."

"You helped me solve some troublesome guys, and I'll help you get back everything that's rightfully yours."

Malekith, seemingly talking to himself, glanced around and noticed that wisps of eerie black mist had somehow seeped into the white fog of the snowstorm.

As the black fog grew thicker, it became almost tangible, grasping at the white fog like tentacles.

With a forceful tug from the black mist, a spatial rift was torn open, and a pair of long, voluptuous legs stepped out from it.

The black and green dress accentuated the graceful curves of her tall figure, and her cold, porcelain-white face was adorned with a light smoky gothic makeup, with thin, long eyebrows slightly arched.

The beautiful but not seductive mature woman exudes a lazy aura and a hint of ruthless killing intent from head to toe.

She slightly raised her head, her indifferent dark green eyes sweeping over Malekith. The arrogant look that looked down on all living beings made Malekith very uncomfortable. He disliked that look that seemed to regard him as trash.

"Hela, tell me your answer."

Malekith frowned, trying his best to make his tone sound gentle.

However, Hela ignored him and simply strode past him.

The next second, Malekith's eyes widened suddenly, and countless scarlet particles covered his body, blocking the dozen or so black longswords that shimmered with a dark green light.

"Oh?"

A hint of interest finally surfaced on Hela's previously languid face. "Ether particles?"

"Hela! What exactly do you want?!"

"You wanted an answer, didn't you? Here is the answer."

Hela's pupils narrowed slightly, her sharp lips curling into an arrogant disdain. "I don't need anyone's help. Now... either get out, or die."

When had Malekith, the ruler of Vatalheim, ever suffered such humiliation?

But then again, he still has to plan the war to conquer the Nine Realms, and it's not appropriate for him to add another powerful enemy whose strength is close to that of the Father of Gods.

Moreover, although he cannot cooperate with Hela, their enemies are currently aligned and not enemies for the time being. Hela can also help him deal with Thor and other Asgardian gods.

With that thought in mind, Malekith no longer hesitated, raised his right hand... and summoned the Dark Rainbow Bridge.

"Hmph! Asgardian goddess of death, we'll see!"