A Time Loop Spanning More Than a Thousand Years

Silence.

A deathly silence.

An old man clad in golden armor walked through the air and slowly descended upon the once bustling rooftop. His crimson-gold spear sank into the snow-white wall, and the overflowing invisible pressure seemed to construct an invisible wall, shutting out all the noise.

His hair and beard were gray, and his eyes held an imposing presence even without anger.

Odin, the king of the gods of Asgard Lord of the Nine Realms.

"You have aged a lot, Odin."

After more than a thousand years, Beckett gazed at the man before him, whose enemy was second only to Frieza in his heart, yet his expression was surprisingly calm.

The passage of time has etched its mark on Odin's face, taking away the king's former ambition to annihilate the Nine Realms, leaving behind only the gentle spirit of peaceful coexistence.

"You still look as young as ever," Odin said softly, as if sighing, yet also regretful.

The familiar yet unfamiliar image of Beckett was reflected in his no longer cloudy eyes. A thousand years had not changed the latter's cold face and handsome appearance.

The Eternal Titan are still the Eternal Titan after all; they truly are a race blessed with unique advantages.

Odin, born of the Asgardian, was not too surprised by Beckett's youthful appearance.

As the last member of the Eternals in the universe, Thanos naturally had the ability to keep Beckett young forever until his death.

This is an advantage that even the Asgardian cannot match; it is a secret formula unique to the Eternals in the universe.

Loki's lips trembled as he forced himself to raise his head high the instant Odin's gaze turned towards him, bracing himself for the impending storm. But the outcome was beyond Loki's expectations.

"You're still alive, that's good."

Beneath the Bifrost lies a realm even Odin would not dare to touch, yet Loki remains unharmed.

Odin was greatly pleased.

Loki did not disgrace him.

"What did you say?"

Odin ignored Loki's doubts and confusion, his imposing gaze sweeping over the Avengers who had collectively collapsed on the rooftop.

Divine power surged, and with a wave of his hand...

Healing magic from Frigga's hometown of Vanaheim fell like sweet rain on the injured Avengers.

Steve Rogers, who was almost about to meet Howard Stark, was pulled back from the brink of forbidden death by a giant hand;

Hawkeye, who had lost consciousness from the pain, had both arms fully restored.

Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, and even Banner, who had reverted to his rational self, all had their injuries completely healed by Odin's single swing.

Clang!

Tony Stark cautiously reached for his chest; the cold metal was nowhere to be seen on his perfectly intact body. The small reactor that had once sustained his life was now a dazzling diamond on the ground.

Onboard the S.H.I.E.L.D.. mothership, Nick Fury, having finished reporting the situation to the Council, stared wide-eyed at the miracle displayed on the screen.

"Father... Father?!"

Thor, who had also awakened, opened his eyes. The first thing he saw, besides Beckett was holding him by the throat, was Odin in his golden armor.

"If you don't want to die, shut up."

Thor was unfamiliar with the blond, blue-eyed Beckett, but the force between his fingers made Thor's cheeks flush red instantly due to the blood rushing to his head.

There was no way to resist, no power to resist.

Thor tried to summon Mjolnir back to his hand, but Beckett swept the flying Mjolnir into the rooftop wall with a single kick.

"That's enough, Beckett."

"I'm the person you're looking for. I'm here."

Odin pulled out the crimson spear that had disappeared into the snow-white wall and held it in his hand.

Beckett chuckled, released his right hand, and then turned his palm into a claw, grabbing Thor's face with lightning speed and slamming him to the ground!

Boom!!!

A towering silver beam of light suddenly appeared, and the last intact building in Times Square New York, was reduced to ruins!

"Thor!"

The Avengers, who were floating in mid-air under the Odinforce, exclaimed in unison. Loki, who was on the side, trembled and closed his eyes, wanting to avoid seeing it all.

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

Odin didn't even glance at his son in the ruins of the building; his calm gaze remained fixed on Beckett.

"This is just a warm-up."

"Your son, you, and Asgard."

Beckett, with his habitual waving hand, pointed at Odin: "None of them will escape."

His smile, revealing his teeth, was chillingly bloodthirsty.

"Hela is my daughter, and you have no relation to her whatsoever." Odin instantly hurled the Gungnir from his hand!

The ever-present rule of creation points directly at Beckett's head, which is turned to the side!

"No, I don't have a habit of seeking revenge for others."

"I'm only seeking revenge for myself!"

Boom!!!

A thunderous shockwave suddenly erupted in the sky, and an arrogant golden shockwave spread across Beckett's entire body. His perfectly timed punch forced the Gungnir back in a head-on confrontation!

"Give me your life, die, Odin!!!"

The mournful sound of the wind howling was like the wailing of demons in hell. In an instant, Beckett appeared behind Odin and threw a punch straight at Odin's face!

"Father!!!!"

Thor, struggling to his feet from the ruins, watched helplessly as Beckett pierced Odin's body with a single punch, then his pupils constricted sharply. "Illusionary Clone?"

"This is..."

Seeing Odin use his signature skill so casually, Loki, who had landed on the ground, was clearly astonished.

In terms of proficiency alone, Odin's mastery of the Illusionary Clone technique is clearly far superior to Loki's.

Your father is still your father.

Although Odin looked old at this moment, his on-the-spot reactions and the roar of power completely overturned the old, decaying, and outdated image that Thor and Loki had in mind.

"Thor! Quick! The Tesseract!"

Natasha's angry shout instantly pulled Thor and Loki back to reality from their memories.

I'm outta here!

Seeing that things were not going well, Loki was about to slip away when two figures suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

Steve Rogers wielding a broken shield, and Hawkeye with his bow drawn.

"Get out of my way! I am a god of Asgard!"

With Thor behind him, Loki, having lost his Mind Scepter, didn't want to go head-to-head with his hotheaded brother.

"I--"

Call out!

Mjolnir smashed directly into Loki's waist!

"Quickly! Close the Space Tunnel!"

"Stop the influx of these spaceships!"

Loki immediately confessed the location of the Space Stone.

"I'll leave this to my father."

Thor glanced at the two figures locked in combat in the air and made a decision instantly.

Earth, the Sanctum Sanctorum.

After sending out all her disciples to deal with the swarming Chitauri Army, a figure slowly appeared before the current Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One.

With purple skin and golden armor, he held Great Blade that gleamed with a sharp, cold light.

Thanos, the king of the Centaurus Galaxy and the lord of the Dark Order.

"You are no match for me, Thanos."

Ancient One formed a hand seal and activated the Eye of Agamotto, or rather, the Time Stone, which hung on her chest.

"More than a thousand years ago, Agamotto stopped me when I was trying to save Beckett." Thanos raised his sword and walked step by step toward the unmoving Ancient One.

"More than a thousand years later, I will also be able to stop you from trying to save Odin."

Ancient One closed her eyes helplessly.

Now, she can only hope that Odin will take care of himself.

The Sanctum must not be destroyed now.

Time Loop, open!