Superman

Earth.

In the eyes of the Asgardians, this place was called the Atrium World, also known as "Midgard".

The proud people of Asgard still have the stereotypical impression of this place as "barbaric" and "primitive".

Whether it was Saul, who had just arrived on Earth, or the three warriors who followed him, they all generally looked down on the place.

Generally speaking, they are all looking down on this "backward place" that is weak on the surface, but actually belongs to the "backward place" of the novice village.

This is not only for Earth, but also for other worlds.

After all, regional discrimination is a topic that will not go out of fashion in any universe.

As early as ten million years ago, the Asgardians who considered themselves the rulers and guardians of the nine worlds.

Their ancestors had defeated the Dark Elves, and then the Frost Giants.

This, coupled with the presence of Odin, caused the Asgard to enter its most glorious heyday as the sun rose.

It was reasonable for them to look down on other places, other races.

It's similar to the British during the Sunken Empire, who despised Americans and called the other side rednecks.

Odin and Luke, after hitting through eight kingdoms in a row, startled countless people.

They fell into the Void Vortex and appeared in the Atrium World.

Boom!

The God King and Superman, one in front of the other, broke through the space barrier.

Gungnir collided with the tenth metal, bursting into a terrifying and extreme energy storm.

A burst of intense light flashed as if the sun was lit and then extinguished.

Hundreds of blossoming Lunar Runes, all of them detonated with a single drum.

It was as if a celestial body crumbled, wrapped in destruction and smashed onto Superman's body.

The tough and strong flesh was fiercely impacted by the energy storm, instantly covered with scorched wounds, and the entire body fell downwards like a cannonball.

Luke grinned as the radiant silver mane of the tenth metal swept over Odin's neck.

It was just short of slicing off the God King's great head.

Odin covered his neck, blood seeping between his fingers.

With an odd look, he looked at Luke, as if he was deeply puzzled.

It took only a few breaths for the other side to heal those horrific wounds on his body as if they were new.

The light around him seemed to darken, as if he had been swallowed by this supreme mage.

The loss of most of the life force was filled back in a matter of moments.

"Did this human take drugs?"

Hoo hoo! Hoo hoo!

Odin breathed heavily, shock evident in his eyes.

The arduous battle up to this point was a huge drain on both sides' physical strength, spirit, and life force.

In past battles, comparing endurance, the God King had never been afraid of anyone.

It was because of the Asa Godkings, especially the royal bloodline.

As they grew older, their qualities in every aspect would be significantly improved.

At the same time, every once in a while, they would enter a "hibernation stage", just like animals hibernating and forming cocoons.

As an old powerhouse with thousands of years of fame, it was impossible for Odin to lose to a human in terms of durability.

But the truth was so cruel.

Luke never showed any fatigue, and instead had the tendency to get more and more courageous.

Previously, when he hardened against Luun Rune's spewing magic, it clearly seemed like he was dying of severe injuries.

But in the span of ten breaths, his condition was back to full again.

It was like a drug!

Could it be the secret blessing of the Vishan Emperor?

Odin couldn't help but wonder.

But he also had the power of the original given by the World Tree.

Plus it was connected to the entire Asgard.

There was no reason why he couldn't still compare to the Vysandi!

This was a gift he had only received in exchange for sacrificing an eye through the trials.

At that time, Odin, who drank from the spring of Yumil's wisdom and hung upside down under the World Tree for nine days and nights, finally received a revelation and comprehended the Rune of Luun, thus gaining unprecedentedly powerful divine power.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible to defeat the serpent Kull who was already a king.

"Your Majesty the God King, you are old and seem to be a bit overwhelmed."

Luke's words were blown away by the winds and reached Odin's ears.

The two of them flew down, crashing down onto the hard glacier with a bang.

The ice, which had been frozen for tens of thousands of years, shattered violently.

Like a meteorite hitting the earth, it brought a violent shockwave.

The huge iceberg floating on the sea of ice was directly pierced by a human figure, and the whole thing crumbled and collapsed, creating huge waves.

That was Odin.

The ensuing heat vision melted the iceberg, evaporating the vapor and running through the God King's chest.

"I guess the odds are in your favor."

Luke landed on top of the ice.

This is Antarctica.

The coldest continent on Earth.

Ninety-eight percent of its territory is covered with ice and snow all year round.

The ice cover alone covered an area of about two million square kilometers, with an average thickness of about two thousand meters.

As Superman looked out, it was a vast, uninhabited ice field.

Aside from the endless white ice, there were only huge icebergs floating sporadically on the surface of the sea.

"You're not human."

Odin's chest broke open in a large hole, his flesh and blood evaporating from the heat.

He staggered to his feet, bracing himself with Gungnir.

"I've never seen a human like you, like you don't know what death is and can fight forever."

There was a sadness in Odin's eyes, a rare failure in his life.

Before this, this God King of Asgard had never thought.

One day, he would lose to a human.

It was too absurd.

So much so that when it did happen, Odin had some difficulty accepting it.

The bitterly cold wind whirled and blew through the body of the god whose life force was draining away.

"I'm human, only slightly stronger by a billion points."

Luke replied with a smile.

If it wasn't for the Ravager template, he might not have been able to defeat Odin.

He came close to dying a few times, but came back to life.

After enduring the Rune of Luun a few times, Superman's body instead developed resistance, dealing less and less damage.

This is a characteristic of the Ravager.

The legendary weapon, Gungnir.

Rune of Luun, original power.

Fatherhood, and spirit blood.

These are the gods and goddesses that mortals can only look up to in their entire lives, and they add up to one man, creating the supreme myth of Odin's invincibility.

But today.

The gods have fallen.

The myth shattered.

Luke shattered it all with his own hands!

"What are you going to do about it?"

Odin closed his eyes, and then he opened them again.

He was, after all, a god-king of a generation, not defeated by the fear of death, and begged for mercy from his enemies on his knees.

Gungnir's peerless blade was pointed at Luke.

It looked like he wanted to fight to the death and battle to the end.

"Kill you? Not so much."

Luke smiled, and the tenth metal retracted into his palm.

The dark red cloak fluttered, especially noticeable in this white world.

"Against the serpent Kull, I still need the power of Asgard."

"If you cut off the God-King's head, Saul of the Fairy Palace is bound to avenge you, and without your suppression, Hela of the Underworld may get out."

"I will then face your son, your daughter, and their wrath."

"If you kill them all again, send your family in one piece, back to the World Tree."

"Superman is about to be reduced to a tyrannical villain, and that's not good."

Luke smiled faintly and uttered this large paragraph.

Odin was a little half-hearted at the news.

He and the young Supreme Master had gone through a battle of Heavenly Fathers, and the other side had won so easily, would they let him off the hook?

"But-"

There was a moment's pause before Luke finally managed to spit out the annoying turn of phrase.

"You did have malice towards Earth and almost officially carried it out, only to be stopped by me."

"According to the laws of the Atrium World's countries, it's called 'attempted crime' and it's also punishable."

Odin felt a little bad, and he asked a tentative question, "You're going to judge me? Use the law here and put me in jail?"

"Where can a god-king stay with mortals."

Luke's smile healed, but fell into Odin's eyes like a devil.

"Do you know what this place is, Your Majesty?"

Odin draped Ganganir, as if he had relented.

He looked around and shook his head.

"Forgotten? A long time ago, Asgard and the Frost Giants, you and Laufey went to war on the Atrium World, and Jotunheim's artifact, the Casket of Ice, opened, leaving the planet to fall into the Ice Age."

Luke reminded.

"This is the patch of tundra that the Casket of Ice made, it is called Antarctica."

Odin seemed to remember something and his face turned ugly.

Gungnir, who had dropped down, lifted up again.

"I am the King of Asgard, you cannot shame me like this!"

Odin growled in a low voice.

"Like a warrior, either kill me and grant me a glorious death! Either ......"

Luke turned a deaf ear and didn't wait for his opponent to finish, stepping out, his Superman body tearing through the atmosphere.

Odin, who was already running out of oil, dodged and raised his hand to swing Gunnar.

The Eternal Gun's blade swept past, and golden thunder burst out.

Crackle!

The arc jumped and fell into the air.

The thick ice cover melted into a huge crater, while Luke, who had forced his way to the front, smashed a punch into Odin's head.

Dang!

It's like a clash of iron and gold!

The God King was suddenly attacked, wobbled twice, and fell headlong.

"Since it has occurred to you that Antarctica is your brother Serpent Kull's territory, let's go catch up with him."

Luke chuckled softly.

He picked up the half-conscious Odin with one hand and slammed him like he was throwing a lead balloon.

"Trust the serpent, Kull, to 'spoil' his brother properly."

......

......

"My Heavenly Hammer reverends, they are scattered all over the world."

A gray-haired, twilight-aged man with a scepter said in a hoarse voice.

Behind him was Cynthia, the daughter of the Red Skull who had drawn the hammer of Scati.

And, with all due respect, Baron Straker.

"My daughter, will you conquer this world for me and spread fear?"

The old man turned his head and asked in an indifferent tone.

He wore a robe that resembled the weave of a raven's feathers, and his eyes glowed with a ghostly green fire, like a resurrected skeleton.

"I do! Great Heavenly Father!"

Cynthia held the hammer in one hand and knelt on one leg in submission.

Baron Straker also followed suit.

This was an ancient god!

"Well, go on then! Get together with those brothers of yours and go take over the world, and then - attack Asgard!"

"I want that golden palace to crumble and disintegrate, and I want Asgard to bleed ......"

Boom!

The old man's declaration full of hatred and anger was not finished, and the friction atmosphere, with its fiery skyfall, smashed through the Antarctic base and landed in front of him.

"Odin?"

He narrowed his eyes and saw the figure that looked like garbage, lying on the ground.

"My foolish brother, what is the matter with you?"