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Chapter 291 The Approaching Enemy

"You seem...very excited!"

Upon noticing the hint of excitement deep in the refined priest's eyes, Loki couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

He revealed the purpose of the army, which was actually to further intimidate the strange guy in front of him, but for some reason, his words seemed to excite the guy even more.

Noticing Loki's change in mood, the refined priest smiled slightly.

"Of course, chaos... is the best ladder to progress. In this world where class distinctions are already rigid, you would never understand how long I have been waiting for such an opportunity."

"Yeah?"

Loki gave a noncommittal look upon hearing this.

The refined priest showed no intention of explaining, and instead, under Loki's wary gaze, he opened the black book in his hand again.

"As a friend, I don't mind showing you my sincerity first."

As the refined priest turned to a page in the black book, he uttered an obscure whisper.

Under the power of the incantation, large swaths of black mist quickly rose around the refined priest.

Followed by.

Three overlapping black six-pointed stars faintly appeared at the feet of the refined priest.

Upon seeing this, Loki's expression changed. Before he could wave his scepter again, countless pale hands emerged from the ground surrounding the refined priest.

At the feet of the refined priest lay a rotting mass of flesh covered in black barbs, which, like a flower bud, split open layer upon layer of fleshy petals wrapped in fascia. At the center of these petals was a black briefcase covered in disgusting slime.

Upon seeing the black briefcase, and recalling the refined priest's earlier words, Loki seemed to realize something. He slightly raised his hand, stopping Hawkeye from launching an attack, and then quietly watched what tricks this guy was up to.

The refined priest smiled slightly upon seeing this, then bent down and pressed a button in the middle of the black briefcase. The briefcase clicked open automatically.

Then a tube of metallic iridium, contained in a glass jar, came into Loki and the others' view.

After picking up that special glass jar containing iridium.

The refined priest tossed it aside to Dr. Selvig, who was unconsciously moving closer.

"Iridium is a special metal that only appears in meteorites and is not found on Earth. Ancient alchemists used it to construct portals after discovering it, because this special metal could make the portals larger and more durable."

After hastily catching the glass jar that was thrown to him, Dr. Selvig examined the piece of iridium metal inside and then nodded to Loki.

"This is exactly what we need."

After hearing Dr. Selvig's words, Loki, who had been looking at the refined priest with a wary expression, suddenly changed his demeanor and said with a smile, "Very good, you have impressed me with your actions. You are indeed qualified to be my friend, and after I conquer Midgard, you will be the first lord of Midgard."

Loki suddenly turned around halfway through his sentence and said, "By the way, my friend, I still don't know your name."

"You can call me Cassius..."

Before Cassius could finish speaking, Loki's Mind Scepter, which had been stored away for a long time, once again shone with a brilliant light.

A pale blue energy wave instantly tore through the void, shattering the pale hands surrounding Cassius, and then landed on Cassius.

At the same time, Hawkeye Clinton, who had already received Loki's signal, fired his explosive arrow with a "whoosh".

Meanwhile, the guards controlled by Loki were also firing their bullets indiscriminately toward Cassius's location.

"Rumble..."

In order to completely kill the guy who made him feel threatened, Loki continuously fired powerful energy waves at the center of the explosion from his Mind Scepter.

Meanwhile, Hawkeye and the others on the side were also unleashing their firepower without hesitation.

A few minutes later.

After the smoke and dust cleared, all that remained where Cassius had stood was a huge, broken crater and piles of charred, mangled flesh and blood.

After stomping out the half-burnt cover of the black book, Loki looked at the splattered bits of flesh around the crater and smiled, saying:

"Cassius, I will remember your contributions..."

After saying that, Loki turned to Dr. Selvig, who was holding the metallic iridium and had retreated to the back of the crowd, and said, "With this, you can open a portal large enough to transport an entire army?"

"No, it can only ensure that the portal won't collapse on its own like it did at the S.H.I.E.L.D. secret base last time. Besides that, we're still missing one last thing: a high-intensity energy source."

After quickly setting aside the iridium metal in his hand, Dr. Selvig picked up a tablet next to him and tried to explain to the two how the portal worked.

"We must heat the Cosmic Cube to over 100 million degrees Celsius before we can actually activate it using those instruments, then break down the spatial barrier and build a large and stable spatial portal..."

After listening, Loki directly extracted the core of Dr. Selvig's question and asked, "Then where can I find the high-intensity energy source you mentioned?"

"Stark Industries Building on Madison Avenue in Manhattan, New York City."

Soon, Dr. Selvig skillfully rattled off a place name, clearly indicating that he already had the answer in mind before even answering Loki's question.

"Stark Industries?"

"That's right, Tony Stark recently discovered a new element and used it to develop a clean energy source comparable to nuclear power. However..."

At this point, Dr. Selvig paused for a moment, then continued, "However, Stark Industries is a jewel in New York. If we open a portal there, it will inevitably become the focus of the world. Moreover, Iron Man Tony Stark is not someone to be trifled with, and we may encounter a lot of trouble."

"trouble?"

"Won't we encounter any problems opening portals elsewhere?"

After asking a question in return, Loki's face revealed an arrogance that seemed to run deep in his bones. "Besides, don't you think it would be more meaningful to govern this world in front of countless humans, and completely shatter their former pride?"

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After solving the biggest problem facing the portal.

Loki, having moved to a new temporary base, closed his eyes and, using the Mind Scepter in his assistant's possession, contacted his largest investor.

As the Mind Scepter shone brightly, Loki's will quickly connected with a dark world.

In this dim world, a fierce and eerie figure seemed to have been waiting for Loki for a long time.

The moment Loki appeared, wearing a pair of huge golden horned helmets, holding a scepter, and wearing a dark green robe, a hoarse voice rang out in the dim space.

"Loki, you've kept us waiting too long. The Chitauri army is already impatient..."

"Then let them prepare!" Loki stepped forward slightly, turning to face the figure, and said, "I will lead them in a glorious war."

"War? You mean against those weak Earthlings?"

"Weak?" Loki scoffed. "Don't underestimate the Earthlings... But if your army is truly as powerful as you say, I will lead them to victory."

Are you questioning us?

As if offended, the moment Loki finished speaking, the fierce and eerie figure's voice suddenly sharpened, and he said coldly, "You are still questioning the one who gave you the scepter, the one who bestowed upon you ancient knowledge and new hope."

"Hmph," Loki snorted and retorted without any politeness, "It's precisely because I don't want to betray that person's trust that I'm reminding you here. After all, if the powerful Chitauri army you mentioned is defeated by the weak Earthlings you speak of, then it won't just be me who suffers."

"Put away that arrogant look on your face and use your stupid brain to think about it. If Earth were really as weak as you think, the Cosmic Cube wouldn't have been left on Earth in the first place."

After encountering one mysterious and dangerous enemy after another on Earth, Loki has long since changed his previous impression of the planet.

In this vast universe, Earth may still be small, but it is definitely not as small as others imagine.

Especially that guy who used bizarre methods to take the Frost Treasure Box from him.

"Hahahaha... You think you can defeat us, just because we're Earthlings?"

The ferocious figure in the dimly lit space seemed to have heard the biggest joke, and let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh.

The next second, the figure suddenly appeared in front of Loki, leaving a trail of afterimages. The face pressed against Loki's revealed a cruel and fierce light as it said, "Ignorant Asgardians, you have no idea of ​​the power of us Chitauri. The Earth you speak of is just a stepping stone for us."

"Our gaze has never been fixed on Earth, but rather on the vast world brought about by the Cosmic Cube... How could an indigenous civilization that hasn't even ventured beyond its own planet possibly give rise to enemies like the Chitauri?"

"All you have to do is open that portal, and our Chitauri army will storm into Earth, wipe out the natives of that planet, and help you achieve your ridiculous ambition..."

When the dim space shattered with a deafening roar, Loki, who had reopened his eyes, stared silently at the Mind Scepter in his hand that was flashing continuously.

Although the Chitauri are arrogant and conceited, even Loki cannot deny their power.

All of that was the strength that the Chitauri had fought for on behalf of that person, conquering several planets.

If all goes well.

Once he opens the portal and summons the Chitauri army to this world, he can conquer Earth with their help.

When that time comes.

I will definitely find that bastard who stole the Frost Treasure Box and make him pay the price.

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the other side.

Inside a dilapidated ancient castle shrouded in layers of thin mist.

In the center of a gloomy basement, three dark red coffins were placed.

Above each coffin was a bronze lamp that glowed with a ghastly green light, lit with some unknown oil.

Sudden.

The bronze lamp on the far left went out without wind.

As the bronze lamp went out, an indescribable, bone-chilling wind blew through the gloomy basement.

Just as the flames of the other two bronze lamps flickered in the eerie wind.

Suddenly, a pale hand reached out from the coffin and gripped the edge of the wooden plank.

then.

Cassius, who looked a bit younger but whose face was as pale as a corpse, grabbed the edge of the wooden plank and climbed out of the leftmost coffin.

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Two hours later.

In a sparsely populated town.

Having changed back into a priest's robe, Cassius arrived at an underground ice cellar.

Looking at the small figure standing in front of an ice coffin in the icehouse, wrapped up tightly, Cassius, who had just entered the icehouse, smiled slightly.

He never imagined that the woman who seemed to lack potential would give birth to such outstanding offspring.

She's so outstanding that I can't help but want to... destroy her!

Upon hearing the noise from the doorway, the small figure standing beside the ice coffin instantly turned its head and looked towards the entrance of the ice storage.

Upon seeing Cassius, a chilling aura instantly erupted in the eyes of the young figure.

Lowering his head, Cassius said calmly to the small figure who was radiating coldness towards him, "If you still want your mother to be resurrected, you'd better not show me that kind of expression."

Upon hearing this, a cold smile crept across the small figure's face, which was completely covered up: "Heh, is she really herself after being resurrected?"

"Of course, don't compare our Lord's blessings to those low-level black magic spells."

Looking at the young figure whose eyes still held a hint of doubt, Cassius suddenly pointed to himself and said, "Haven't you noticed my difference yet? My goddess of wisdom, Metis."

Upon hearing Cassius's words, Metis, who had turned his head away, suddenly turned back.

With Cassius's deliberate reminder, Metis suddenly realized that the Cassius who appeared before him today had a deathly pale face.

The color of his skin was like that of a dead person who had not been exposed to sunlight for a long time.

Not only that, his face now seemed several years younger than before, and the scar that I had left next to his carotid artery with that special weapon, which should have never faded, had mysteriously disappeared.

Upon seeing this, Metis seemed to realize something, and a look of undisguised shock appeared in his eyes.

"How is this possible? You actually..."

(End of this chapter)