CHAPTER 236: CHAPTER 237: A PIERCED HEART

"Thor..."

"No..."

"History shouldn’t be like this..."

"No!!!"

Though they often bickered fiercely, for the Raccoon, the man who called himself Thor, the God of Thunder, was his partner. A true partner.

"Lothar! You demon!!!"

"Demon!!!"

"Die!!!!"

With eyes blazing, the Raccoon hoisted his pre-prepared rocket launcher. The time Thor had bought was enough for him to assemble the advanced weaponry on his body. With a roar, a shell from two millennia in the future was launched directly at Lothar, who stood ramrod.

"What?"

What he thought could be easily destroyed effortlessly withstood the energy blast from Lothar’s fingertips. This cutting-edge anti-Saiyan technology from two millennia later caught Lothar from two millennia prior off guard, delivering a significant blow.

BOOM!!!!

The explosive shockwave made The Other, who was anxiously watching, instinctively raise his arm to shield his eyes from the blinding light. The bewildered, innocent orange cat was about to meow Lothar’s name, but the next second, a large net descended from the sky, binding it securely!

"Meow!!!"

Humanity’s most terrifying aspect is its intelligence. Leveraging the Flerken capture device developed by Tony Stark, the Raccoon, using the rocket launcher as cover, leaped and vanished with the netted orange cat into the magnificent realm of Asgard!

Thick smoke swirled on the Bifrost. After several seconds, a figure slowly emerged from it. Golden hair, blue eyes, and a face filled with brutality.

"Get out!!!!"

With a low growl brimming with killing intent, Lothar’s gaze swept over the Asgardian soldiers who had gathered around him, but he didn’t see any trace of the Raccoon.

"Meow~"

The Flerken, back again, looked down at its surroundings. Its pink paws patted its damp orange fur, looking utterly bewildered.

Where’s the person???

The one who was just holding it, that big person?

Where did they go?

Why is there only water left?

"Lothar! Calm down!"

With Odin in Midgard seeking Agamotto’s support, the current authority in Asgard was naturally his wife, Frigga. After rushing to the Bifrost, Frigga, relieved not to see her future son, turned her gaze to Lothar, who had come alone.

Well, practically alone.

After all, The Other was just a sycophant, and he brought along a soaking wet Flerken.

"Frigga, is it?"

Lothar, still fuming from being outsmarted by a raccoon, extended his hand towards the woman before him, his face cold. "Bring Hela back to me. Now."

"Otherwise, you will all die."

The dense killing intent almost solidified into tangible energy, making it nearly impossible for the Asgardian soldiers present to breathe.

"Listen to me, Lothar. Hela will be fine; she won’t have any problems. This matter is strictly internal to Asgard, you know?"

"Furthermore, Odin recently canceled Hela’s engagement to you. Your father should have already received Odin’s message. So, Lothar, what happened in Asgard just now has nothing to do with you. There’s no need for you to do this."

Though she harbored reservations about Odin’s actions, as his wife and the Queen of Asgard, she had to uphold Odin’s prestige as much as possible in front of an outsider like Lothar. Odin could only be right, never wrong.

"Besides, you don’t actually like Hela all that much, do you?"

"What you two share is more like the camaraderie of fellow warriors, because you’ve been through many battles together. Nothing more."

"So, Lothar, listen to me. Stop now, and I, even Odin, can pretend nothing happened."

"As for Hela, I can assure you, Odin absolutely did not kill her."

Frigga swore on her name as Queen, and indeed, she believed it. Hela was Odin’s daughter, after all. At worst, this incident would lead to the furious Odin confining Hela for a time.

"She still owes me a self-reflection report."

"And I want that report now, because my father will be asking me for one very soon."

Lothar’s string of inexplicable words left Frigga speechless. How did Hela get involved with a self-reflection report? No, when did Hela ever write self-reflection reports for anyone?

"Lothar—"

Crack!

Golden light flashed. The Asgardian soldiers along its path instantly fell, unable to rise again. Lothar’s right hand effortlessly gripped Frigga’s throat. "Do you know? I don’t ask the same question more than twice."

"So, give me Hela. Now."

His voice was hoarse, his words deadly. Lothar’s fingers gradually tightened, and Frigga’s breathing became increasingly strained.

"Odin wouldn’t want to see his wife die, would he?"

Whoosh!

With a sneer, Lothar suddenly sensed danger. Without changing his expression, he flung Frigga aside like a ragdoll. A man in golden armor retrieved his flying longsword, appearing before Lothar.

"Heimdall?"

Lothar clapped his hands dismissively. He knew this man; Hela had introduced him once. The Guardian of Asgard, Odin’s most trusted companion, the wielder of the Bifrost Key.

"Leave Asgard, Lothar."

Heimdall, having awakened from his slumber, dragged his sword point across the ground, sending sparks flying.

"You can try."

Lothar’s face was etched with scorn and disdain. He stomped his feet on the Bifrost surface, appearing before Heimdall in a single breath.

Thud!

An energy-infused punch left a dent in Heimdall’s golden armor. Heimdall himself fell backward from the irresistible force, sliding dozens of meters across the Bifrost...

"Everyone! Formation thirteen!"

The well-trained Asgardian soldiers, weapons in hand, shielded the fallen Heimdall. Empowered by Frigga’s magical enhancements, they charged at Lothar, who dismissively shook his hand.

"All of you, vanish."

His emerald eyes were filled with indifference to life. Lothar raised his hand, and the surging golden energy covering his body completely converged into his right palm.

BOOM!!!!!

The very land of Asgard trembled under Lothar’s attack. Centered on the Bifrost structure, the towering buildings before Lothar were reduced to ash by this single blow!

Of course, that included the fearless Asgardian soldiers.

"How can this be?"

Heimdall, still wounded, gazed in disbelief at everything before him. The gateway he, as the Guardian, protected had been directly pierced through by Lothar in that moment.

"Lo—"

Before the surging anger in his heart could be fully expressed, Lothar’s fist had already slammed into Heimdall’s chest. It was the same spot, the same force as before. The golden armor, forged by Odin himself, instantly shattered!

Clang!

The instinct for survival forced Heimdall to swing his longsword, attempting to block Lothar’s third punch, but he was unexpectedly ripped apart by the energy shockwave Lothar unleashed!

"Heimdall!!" Frigga, wounded despite maintaining a shield, cried out in alarm.

"Heimdall?"

"No, from today onward, there will be no Heimdall in Asgard."

Picking up the longsword that had fallen from the Guardian’s hand, Lothar stomped on the last remaining horn of Heimdall’s helmet. The gleaming blade plunged directly into the still-beating heart!

Squelch!

Splashing blood stained Frigga’s disbelieving face.

"Now, it’s your turn."

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