Nidavellir.
This dead neutron star was now erupting with an unprecedented radiance. That light was not the afterglow of a star, but the flames of vengeance.
The massive stellar ring forge was running at full power.
"Faster! Faster!"
"Raise the temperature to its limit! Inject the essence of Uru!"
Eitri swung his massive hammer, his face covered in sweat and soot, etched with intense focus.
He didn't dare stop, because behind him stood a god.
One who had just lost his heir, and at this moment, exuded a terrifying sense of oppression—the All-Father, Odin.
Odin stood quietly by the forge. His single eye stared fixedly at the golden-red molten iron churning within the forge. It was as if he could see Frieza's hateful smiling face within it.
"Eitri."
Odin's voice was low and raspy.
"What I want is a weapon that can completely erase that so-called 'emperor of the universe' from body to soul."
"I understand, Your Majesty!" Eitri gave a loud roar and slammed down the control lever.
Rumble—
The stellar ring closed.
A world-destroying beam of light shot straight into the core of the forge.
Under that extreme heat and pressure, two artifacts capable of shocking the entire Universe were slowly taking shape.
The first was a suit of armor.
It was taller and more menacing than the original Destroyer. Its once-hollow face now burned with the eerie blue divine fire of Asgard.
Odin forcibly infused the energy of the "World Core," extracted from deep beneath Asgard, into this shell.
Destroyer: Ultimate Form!
Its defensive power had surpassed the limits of matter, reaching the molecular level. Let alone energy beams, even a full-powered strike from Arishem the Judge of the Celestials could be withstood by this armor.
And the second was a sword.
A greatsword so massive it was almost exaggerated.
The moment it was removed from the mold, the space of all Nidavellir trembled violently, as if unable to bear its weight.
The blade was a strange dark gold, inscribed with runes. Each rune seemed to breathe, inhaling and exhaling violent energy.
This was a forbidden artifact forged by Odin, who sacrificed half of his divine power and infused it with the legendary "Iron of Doom."
Asgardian Core: World-Ending Greatsword!
This sword had no scabbard because it didn't need one.
Once swung, it would forcibly draw upon the primordial energy of the entire Nine Realms. In other words, holding this sword was equivalent to wielding the weight of nine worlds and smashing it into the enemy's face.
Even the heads of the Celestials would be sliced off like tofu before this sword.
"It's done..."
Eitri slumped to the ground, panting heavily, looking at the masterpiece before him with eyes full of awe.
"Your Majesty, this... this is the power of vengeance you sought."
Odin slowly stepped forward. He reached out with an aged yet still powerful hand and gripped the hilt of the World-Ending Greatsword.
Hum—
A terrifying energy storm instantly swept through the entire forge.
Odin's back, which had been somewhat hunched, straightened once more at this moment.
Within his single eye, lightning and fire intertwined.
"Very good."
Odin stroked the blade, feeling the destructive power contained within.
"With this, even if that Frieza has monstrous abilities, I will make him kneel before Thor's grave and bleed him dry."
Speaking of Thor, a flicker of pain flashed through Odin's eyes.
Though Thor's body was destroyed, as long as his soul remained in Valhalla, there was still a way.
If he could win this war, obtain the Infinity Stones from that demon's hands or use those forbidden death magics in the Asgardian treasury...
Thor, my son.
Your father will surely bring you back.
Odin turned around and looked at the King of the Dwarves slumped on the ground.
"Eitri, this time, Asgard owes you a favor. If I return alive, Nidavellir will forever be under Asgard's protection."
Having said that, Odin lingered no longer. He summoned that terrifying Ultimate Destroyer and strapped the World-Ending Greatsword to his back.
"Heimdall! Take me home!"
Boom!
The rainbow pillar of light crashed down, carrying Odin as he disappeared.
Eitri looked at the empty platform and wiped away cold sweat.
"Mad... they've all gone mad..."
"Who on earth is that monster from Earth, to have pushed Odin to such an extent?"
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Asgard.
When Odin returned with the two World-ending artifacts, the entire realm felt a suffocating air of solemnity and death.
Frigga had already prepared everything.
Though they had lost Thor, Asgard's foundations remained.
The guards of the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf were fully assembled, and even those who had long since retired, were here.
Even the remnants of the Valkyrie that had once followed Odin to conquer the Nine Realms were re-summoned.
All of Asgard had been transformed into a massive war fortress.
"Odin."
Frigga came forward, looking at the undisguised aura of destruction surrounding her husband.
She knew that the once benevolent and wise king was dead. Standing here now was the warmonger who had once bathed the Nine Realms in blood.
"Are you ready?" Odin's voice lacked any hint of warmth.
"Everything is ready." Frigga nodded.
"But against a monster that can crush the moon, relying on just this..."
"I know." Odin interrupted his wife.
He looked up, gazing into the deep depths beneath Asgard. There, an ancient and terrifying existence was sealed.
That was his eldest daughter and the true incarnation of death for Asgard.
"Frigga, I am going to break the seal. I'm letting Hela out of her cage."
Frigga's whole body shook, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes, but it quickly turned into resolve.
"Fine."
"Since this is the final battle, then let Ragnarok come with even greater fury."
Odin, holding Gungnir, walked step by step toward the dungeon that had been sealed for thousands of years.
"Hela, my daughter."
Odin stood before the seal, his voice penetrating the heavy magical barriers.
"Your sentence is over."
"Come out."
"Avenge your brother, and then tear that white demon to pieces for me."