Looking back now, Odin seemed to have returned to the height of his glory.
Once upon a time, he had wielded vast and boundless divine power. At his peak, he had even brushed against the threshold of the multiverse itself. Now, with the last remnants of his life burning away, his divine power erupted like a blazing inferno, forcing his aging body back to its prime and unleashing the strongest attack he had ever created.
Yet in Ethan Drake's eyes, it was still insignificant.
Boom!
Without drawing a weapon, Ethan simply swung his right fist.
From beginning to end, this had always been his greatest weapon. It was his strongest power, the ultimate tool he used to crush every enemy standing before him.
What gave him such confidence?
It was the body of Superman.
No.
It was something far beyond that—a body so powerful that bathing in the sun was as natural as breathing.
And now, that body carried the blessing of three Infinity Stones.
The Space Stone.
The Power Stone.
The Mind Stone.
Under the balancing effect of the Oracle System, the energies of the three stones merged perfectly into one.
With a mere wave of the Power Stone's energy, Ethan could erase everything within a hundred meters. Entire armies could vanish with the snap of his fingers.
So what would happen when all three forces converged into a single strike?
He had never tested it before.
Fortunately, Odin was the perfect test subject.
Boom!!
The punch landed.
The attack Odin had unleashed disappeared instantly, erased before it could even complete its path.
The golden divine radiance surrounding his body flickered like a candle caught in a hurricane. In the blink of an eye, it was extinguished.
"W-What..."
Confusion appeared on Odin's face.
Then came something even more shocking.
Fear.
The All-Father who had returned to his prime was afraid.
One punch.
Just one punch.
Bang!
The instant the strike fully connected, Odin's body exploded.
There was no resistance.
No struggle.
No dramatic final stand.
His golden figure shattered in the sky and vanished completely.
Nobody understood what had just happened.
Only the faint cloud of blood drifting through the air remained as evidence.
Odin...
Had fallen?
No one could bring themselves to say it aloud.
The Asgardians stared at the sky in horror. The lingering shockwave from the clash still swept across the battlefield. Countless warriors could not withstand the pressure and collapsed to their knees.
"He... he killed Odin."
Heimdall struggled against the raging winds as disbelief filled his face.
"That monster is completely unharmed."
No one understood better than Heimdall what Odin had just done.
The All-Father had burned away his life and every ounce of his remaining strength. He had willingly embraced death in exchange for one final chance to destroy the Kryptonian Emperor he hated above all else.
Yet the result was beyond cruel.
Heimdall looked toward the figure standing in the void.
Ethan Drake remained suspended in the sky.
Not a single wound marked his body.
Not a scratch.
Not even a sign of fatigue.
How was that possible?
Could Odin really have been that weak?
No.
The answer was obvious.
Ethan Drake had become so powerful that even a God King at his peak seemed insignificant before him.
"NO!!"
A heartbroken scream echoed across the ruined palace.
Thor burst out from the shattered halls with tears streaming down his face.
Moments earlier, he had remained inside the palace trying to protect Jane Foster. Unfortunately, Malekith's power far exceeded his own.
The Dark Elf king had easily taken Jane away.
The Aether remained hidden within her body, and Malekith would never abandon the chance to reclaim it.
Thor feared that removing it improperly would kill her.
Yet before he could even rescue Jane, another nightmare had unfolded.
The moment he stepped outside, he witnessed Odin's death.
"Odin!"
"Father!"
Thor's eyes turned bloodshot.
Then rage completely consumed him.
"You killed my father, Superman!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
With a furious roar, Thor gripped Mjolnir and launched himself toward Ethan.
Unfortunately, he never reached him.
Boom!
A black blade descended from above.
Hela struck first.
The force of her attack slammed Thor back to the ground like a falling meteor.
"You truly are a fool, little brother."
The Goddess of Death stood proudly beneath her crown of black thorns.
Her face was filled with contempt.
Odin had stripped her of the throne and exiled her for ages.
Thor had inherited everything that should have belonged to her.
The resentment buried in her heart had never faded.
"Die."
There was no affection in Hela's voice.
Only murderous intent.
Whoosh!
Countless black swords materialized from thin air.
The sky darkened as a storm of blades descended.
Thor desperately dodged left and right, but the gap between them was overwhelming.
Pfft!
Two swords pierced directly through his body.
One stabbed through his arm.
Another punched through his waist.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
Thor's face immediately turned pale.
"Thor!"
A voice suddenly called out.
Heimdall stepped forward despite his injuries.
His golden eyes glowed brightly.
"Do not come back."
"This is my final order to you."
"You must survive."
The moment he finished speaking, divine energy surged from his body.
A beam of Bifrost light descended from the heavens.
Whoosh!
Thor's body disappeared within the rainbow-colored pillar and was teleported away.
For a brief moment, relief appeared on Heimdall's face.
Then—
Pfft!
Blood splattered across the ground.
Heimdall slowly lowered his head.
A pale arm had pierced completely through his abdomen.
"You..."
He struggled to speak.
Hela stood behind him with a smile.
"I didn't expect you could control the Bifrost by yourself."
"Unfortunately, that only proves how dangerous you are."
"You were Odin's greatest warrior."
"And that means I can't allow you to live."
A black sword flashed.
Slash!
Heimdall's body was cut in half.
The loyal guardian of Asgard collapsed onto the battlefield.
Heimdall had fallen.
Another god had reached the end of his journey.
"This..."
"This is truly the Ragnarok of Asgard..."
An Asgardian warrior fell to his knees and stared blankly at the battlefield.
Despair spread throughout the crowd.
Yet the fighting was not over.
The Dark Elves who had participated in the invasion had not withdrawn yet.
"Since you've come here..."
"Then none of you are leaving."
Hela's eyes turned cold.
She hated the invaders just as much.
Death energy erupted from her body like a tidal wave, sweeping toward the Dark Elf army.
Countless soldiers screamed as their lives were drained away.
However, one figure charged straight through the sea of death.
Boom!
A massive fist smashed directly into Hela's body.
The impact forced her backward.
The attacker landed heavily on the ground.
It was Algrim.
The Cursed Warrior.
The terrifying monster who had dominated the battlefield earlier.
A savage grin spread across his face.
"Pathetic."
His scarlet eyes glowed with madness.
It had been him who held back the armies of Asgard.
Even Odin himself had failed to stop him.
This was the power of the Cursed Warrior.
A forbidden ritual that sacrificed everything in exchange for god-slaying strength.
"You killed Odin before I could."
Algrim's voice rumbled like thunder.
"But that changes nothing."
"I'll kill you instead."
The cursed energy surging through his body made him feel invincible.
At that moment, he genuinely believed himself capable of defeating anyone.
Especially the Kryptonian standing before him.
His blood-red eyes locked onto Ethan Drake.
Excitement filled his face.
Meanwhile, Ethan slowly descended from the sky.
His gaze remained cold and indifferent.
Looking down at Algrim from above, he spoke with absolute arrogance.
"As weak as you are..."
"What makes you think you're worthy?"
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