Marvel's Superman

"The day of destiny has come."

Heimdall stood on the crumbling Bifrost, sword in hand, silently watching the battle of the five armies taking place in Midgard.

Because Asgard had sent out the entire army, the palace was now defenseless.

To ensure the safety of the Queen, Freyja, and the rest of her people…

The gatekeeper didn't set foot on the battlefield and chose to stay.

Heimdall believed that the key to winning the battle was not the number of troops.

Everything was arranged by fate.

Asgard wasn't like the other divine lineages.

It was a storybook with the ending already written.

Those Who Sit Above in Shadow had planned Ragnarok.

Therefore, the trajectory of the gods' destiny was imprinted on the ancient tablets of stone and couldn't be changed.

A closed-loop that was hard to break!

Two days ago, the Queen of Asgard, Freyja, traveled to Nornheim in search of the Three Norns, the Goddesses of Destiny.

Attempting to save Thor and make a difference.

But it was to no avail. They had to wait for their destiny to come.

When Cul ascended to the throne, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a future in which Asgard would be destroyed.

Therefore, he didn't hesitate to kill many gods, stripped them of their power, and forged the hammers of fear.

Perhaps the aim was right, but the brutal way in which it was done incurred the resentment of Odin and the Vanir gods alike.

After replacing his brother as the new King of Asgard, Odin also foresaw Ragnarok.

He used the valiant Hela as the spearhead in Asgard's attack, sweeping across the Nine Realms and opening up new territories. 𝑓𝘳ℯ𝒆w𝘦𝘣𝙣𝘰ѵ𝘦𝚕.c𝗼𝓶

As for the father-daughter feud and the sword fight that followed, it was purely accidental. 𝑓𝘳ℯ𝒆w𝘦𝘣𝙣𝘰ѵ𝘦𝚕.c𝗼𝓶

On the one hand, Odin didn't expect his eldest daughter would be recognized by the World Tree and that her connection with Asgard would grow.

On the other hand, Hela wasn't satisfied with ruling the Nine Realms, and she had more ambitious goals.

"If it fails… Do you want to release Hela?"

Heimdall thought Odin had made the worst plan. If he destroyed Earth and still couldn't stop Cul's from recovering his strength…

He seriously considered releasing Hela, who had been recognized by the World Tree and linked to Asgard.

Although she was his own daughter, Hela may not be fond of Odin.

In keeping with Asgard's tradition of family feuds, it would be normal for her to come up and beat her father up.

"Hopefully, Thor will be able to break the destiny."

Heimdall sighed with a heavy heart.

Under his 'sight', the two Gods of Thunder charged into the army of the dead, like tigers charging into a flock of sheep.

A dazzling burst of electric light illuminated the Antarctic sky.

Bang!

Thor swung a hammer and smashed an undead body to pieces.

"Loki, do you see how good I am?"

He was happy that he had recovered Mjolnir.

Boom!

A thunderstorm of blazing electricity spread across the sky.

The constant stream of undead forces was instantly cleared.

The chubby Thor held the Stormbreaker and flew to Loki's side with mighty momentum.

He gave Thor a sidelong glance and grunted, "That's it? How dare you call yourself a God of Thunder?"

The two guys were bickering as if they were about to fight.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Iron Man flew overhead before a decision could be made between the thunder gods.

Blessed by the gods, two enchanted Gatling guns popped out of the shoulders.

Da da da da!

A fierce spurt of incandescent fire swept past like a lance.

The undead warriors swept up in the metal storm were instantly reduced to powder and disappeared with a wail.

Iron Man was like a harvesting machine. Wherever he went, the army of the dead was defeated.

"Enchanted Gatling, with a rate of 600 rounds of blessings per second."

Luke had some regrets. In his opinion, Iron Man's reinforcement wasn't enough.

Seeing Tony Stark's power, he smashed the two undead ships and purified a huge swathe of the undead.

The two Thors couldn't be helped, one swinging a hammer and the other carrying an ax, and they went into a killing spree.

On the Antarctic ice field, the sound of shouting and killing broke through the heavy clouds that had built up.

"Master Sorcerer Supreme, aren't you going to make a move?"

Strange followed Luke's side and acted as a guard.

If he spotted an undead warrior rushing towards him, he would take it away with a set of blows and slashes.

With his shiny bald head, strong body, armor, and sword, he was like a wall of iron, creating a sense of oppression…

"Didn't the Asgardians say that this was the day the prophecy would be fulfilled between Thor and Cul, so why should I interfere?"

Luke shook his head. He was just the last insurance policy, the one responsible for ending it.

In the final analysis, all this mess with Cul could be classified as a family feud.

As we all know, for such events…

Law enforcement usually only mediated rather than interfered.

"But there are two Thors, who is the son of prophecy?"

Strange scratched his head, slightly puzzled.

Since his hair fell out, he grew less and less inclined to think critically.

When he encountered anything, the first thing that came to mind was whether he could solve it with his fist or his big sword.

Strange consulted with the Sorcerer Supreme for this purpose.

Luke answered like this--

"It's normal, nothing wrong."

Throughout the world, the stronger the muscles, the more frequently the IQ drops.

"Whoever could kill the Serpent is the son of prophecy."

Luke spoke nonsense as he gazed into the distance at Cul, who was standing atop the Kingdom of Fear.

Judging from his aura alone, he was roughly on the level of an Allfather, slightly less so than Odin.

But considering the fear hammer forged by the other party, it could absorb the emotional energy of the living beings.

His real combat power was definitely more than that, and it could continue to improve.

"Personally, I wish Thor had been more aggressive, so I don't have to do it myself."

Luke rubbed his palm together as if he was warming up.

A fight with an Allfather was mentally and physically exhausting.

It may take 3 or 4 months to recover, solely from basking in the sun.

The small amount of compensation given by the Vishanti wasn't enough to pay for Superman's second appearance.

Luke couldn't help but think twice. At the front of the battlefield, the two Thors had cleared a 'path'.

High-ranking undead warriors on beasts and dragon corpses were no match for the electrifying weapon-wielding Thors.

The thunderous lightning poured out in all directions like a boiling torrent.

The thick ice cap melted and evaporated, sending up a huge cloud of white smoke.

The undead warriors in it burnt to ashes in mere moments, and they could never return to Nibelung.

"When did you have two sons? And they both have the power of thunder?"

Cul turned his head and looked at Odin. In his memory, Odin only had one son.

"Can't I be old and strong?"

Odin said indifferently.

Although he didn't know why there were two Thors.

But at this point in time, it was important to act firm.

Cul was sealed in the deep sea. Before he ascended the throne, he didn't care for women and left no children.

In terms of sowing, Odin was confident that he could outperform the other party.

"Oh, I only wanted you to lose one son today."

Cul sneered. In his view, mating impulses were animalistic.

As a noble god, that kind of boring activity was meaningless.

"My children, end the destiny of Asgard's children! Trample them underfoot!"

Cul shouted.

Hammer of Nerkkod, Hammer of Skirn, Hammer of Mokk, Hammer of Greithoth, Hammer of Angrir…

At these words, the remaining Worthy moved in unison towards the two Thors.

"Hmm?"

Luke suddenly frowned and felt something was wrong.

In the palace of the rising Kingdom of Fear, he sensed an extremely violent and fierce aura.

Like an exploding celestial body, a black hole that devoured everything.

"The Serpent still had a card up his sleeve?"

His Super Vision penetrated through the many barriers and only an eerie glowing green flame.

A tall figure floated in the swaying divine power of fear.

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