Frigga, the Queen of Asgard, who was organizing potions by the throne, was startled by the sudden divine might released by Odin, and the potion in her hand slipped and shattered on the ground.
She instinctively turned to look at her husband.
She found that her husband's face bore a solemn expression that hadn't appeared for over a thousand years.
In the thousands of years she had been with Odin, the number of times he had shown such an expression could be counted on one hand.
The last time she saw this expression was because the daughter, who was not hers, chose to completely break away from Odin.
"What's wrong?" Frigga couldn't help but lean closer to Odin.
Odin didn't answer immediately; he just reached out and tightly grasped Frigga's hand.
That hand was trembling slightly.
Frigga's heart suddenly tightened; there weren't many things in the Nine Realms that could make the All-Father tremble.
"Listen, dear." Odin gripped Frigga's hand tightly, his voice low and slow, every word sounding as if it took great effort to squeeze out of his throat,
"During the time I fall into the Odin Sleep, no matter what happens, even if Earth is destroyed because of it..."
He paused, his one eye staring intently at Frigga.
"You must, must, must not let Thor go to Earth."
For the All-Father to say 'must' three times, the gravity of the situation was clear.
Frigga was stunned.
"Why? What on Earth happened on Earth?"
Odin opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but he could feel the power of the Odin Sleep irresistibly dragging his consciousness into the abyss.
He only had time to say one last sentence:
"That distant prophecy... has finally come."
"Once Thor leaves Asgard, he will leave us forever..."
After saying the last word, Odin's hand slipped from Frigga's palm, and he completely fell into the Odin Sleep.
Frigga stood there, her heart surging with unprecedented terror:
"Heimdall!"
For the first time, the Queen of Heaven lost all her grace and dignity, screaming Heimdall's name hoarsely.
"Your Majesty, please give your orders."
"Close the Bifrost Bridge starting today. Without my permission, no one is allowed to leave Asgard, especially Thor!"
...
Chernobyl.
After the initial clash of auras, Wanda finally launched her first attack.
She didn't hesitate at all, immediately aiming her Chaos Magic directly at Peter.
She wanted to redefine Peter's material composition directly from the molecular level by altering reality—just as she had done to Gravik before.
But the moment the Chaos Magic touched Peter's body, a hazy white light emerged from his skin—it was the Horse Talisman taking effect.
Mr. Horse: Don't you dare hurt my master!
White and red light clashed violently on the surface of Peter's body.
Every time Chaos Magic tried to rewrite Peter's body structure, the Horse Talisman would immediately correct it.
Rewrite, correct, rewrite, correct.
This process repeated tens of thousands of times in a fraction of a second.
After tens of thousands of clashes, Wanda finally came to a conclusion—her reality-altering ability was completely ineffective against Peter.
"Impossible!"
Wanda's voice was tinged with obvious anxiety.
She increased her output, and the crimson vortex behind her expanded rapidly, from ten meters to fifty, then a hundred.
The terrifying magic put so much pressure on the Santen Kesshun that it began to creak.
Gwen's hands trembled, and she had to borrow the power of one more Kotodama to upgrade the Santen Kesshun in front of her into the Shiten Koshun.
Only then did she completely withstand the terrifying magical impact.
Realizing that directly erasing Peter was a pipe dream, Wanda decisively gave up the idea of attacking him directly.
She raised her hand, and the ground rumbled at that moment.
"OMG!"
"Oh my God!"
"What the hell!"
The global audience was collectively dumbfounded at this moment.
Because, using Chaos Magic, Wanda actually lifted all the buildings in Chernobyl—including the secret Base the Skrulls had built underground for decades—into the air.
Under the influence of Chaos Magic, these tens of thousands of tons of building debris condensed into various pointed geometric shapes in the blink of an eye.
They all came crashing down towards Peter!
The sense of oppression brought by this scene was no less than that of a falling meteorite.
Facing these incredibly dense blocks of metal, Peter couldn't help but show a troubled expression.
Don't get it wrong!
He wasn't troubled about how to dodge.
Rather... which element would be better to use?
The Wood Release he used so smoothly on Planet Ego? Or the Lightning Release and Fire Release he hadn't used in a while?
After a brief hesitation, Peter made his choice.
"Henshin!"
His right hand brushed over the witch rider driver at his waist.
[Flame, Please!]
At the same time, the Omnitrix on his hand spun wildly.
Human Torch form + Celestial Energy, and...
"Fire Wash!!!"
Accompanied by a shout full of maniacal energy, golden flames suddenly erupted, quickly covering Peter's entire body.
Although he didn't borrow the Power of the Divine Dragon to transform into the Ultimate Fire Dragon this time, the boost from Celestial Energy was even higher than that of the dragon's power.
Maybe it could be named... Ultimate Fire Mode?!
With that thought, Peter gave a light chuckle, then his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of the nearest metal geometric body.
And then...
Boom!
The moment his fist made contact with the geometric body that was completely disproportionate to his size, the golden flames wrapped around it like maggots on a bone.
In the blink of an eye, fine cracks appeared on the seemingly solid metal geometric body.
With a crisp sound, the overburdened geometric body instantly shattered.
During this process, Peter's figure had already flashed to the next geometric body.
His figure flashed repeatedly, and in the blink of an eye, those geometric bodies were blown up one by one by him.
The violent golden flames frantically burned the metal fragments, causing a rare rain of molten iron sparks to fall from the sky, like a traditional iron flower show.
The red-hot molten iron fell in showers, turning the ground of Chernobyl into a solid sheet of metal.
Such a shocking scene left not only the audience in front of the screens but even Wanda staring in a daze.
"You have power enough to terrify anyone but me, but your combat instincts are completely subpar!"
With a light voice, Peter approached Wanda, enveloped in a searing heatwave.
In her panic, Wanda tried to create walls out of thin air in front of Peter, but before they could even form, they were incinerated one by one by the golden flames on Peter's body.
"Don't come any closer!"
Wanda screamed and tried to make a final counterattack, but it was too late after all.
Before she could form a counterattack, Peter had already extended his right hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together, precisely tapping her smooth forehead...
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