Old bastard, who the hell do you think you are?

While the Frost Giants were being slaughtered, the boarding party aboard the Chitauri mothership also succeeded.

The only ones seriously injured were Thor and Hulk.

It wasn't that the two were seriously injured by the Chitauri army; it was simply that the enraged Hulk and Thor fought each other on the enemy mothership, ultimately resulting in both being severely injured and exhausted.

Thus, the Chitauri forces that had invaded Earth lost control of their motherships and became paralyzed.

However, some members of the Avengers also voiced their opposition to Alvin's decision.

"Isn't this a bit too much?" Tony hesitated for a moment, then cautiously said, "Punishing these invaders is one thing, but to exterminate an entire race... isn't that a bit too ruthless?"

"Ruthless?"

Hearing this, Alvin sighed, patted Tony on the shoulder, and asked earnestly, "Put yourself in our shoes, how do you think the Frost Giants would treat us humans if they conquered Earth?"

Tony opened his mouth but remained silent, his face darkening slightly.

"That's right, they'll do the same. They might even spare some humans to use as slaves and laborers." Alvin mercilessly exposed the naked law of the jungle in the universe to Tony: "If we fail, our fate will be no better than theirs. So don't think I'm heartless. I'd rather bear the blame than see humanity slaughtered, enslaved, and then forget that history, comfortably believing that humans were born to be subservient to other races!"

I will avenge any wrong done to me; I always keep my word.

This is one of Alvin's few strengths, in his opinion. Since you dared to invade, you should be prepared for retaliation, shouldn't you?

Since he had declared that he would carry out Extermination Order against the Frost Giants, he had to do it. It was not only to avenge the millions of humans who had died tragically, but also to make any future Xenos that dared to invade humanity open their eyes and see clearly!

Anyone who dares to invade Earth and slaughter humanity should think twice about what the consequences will be!

This applies to all countries.

As a community with a shared future for mankind, Alvin would never mind using the blood and lives of Xenos to forge humanity's glory!

"I'm sorry, I understand what you're doing, but—doing this will earn you the titles of tyrant and Hui Zi Hand, and I really don't want that." Tony looked at his friend with concern, biting his lip.

"If it's for humanity, then I'm willing to be a henchman." Alvin patted him on the shoulder, then turned to Thor and said, "Bring that guy—that one?—over here. We need to talk to him."

That guy? Nige?

Thor paused for a few seconds, then nodded and turned to bring Heimdall, who was cleaning the deck, to the conference room.

Having been disciplined, Heimdall had lost his former arrogance, and now timidly held the mop. "You,"

What can I do for you?

"There's something I need."

Alvin spoke, he tossed his golden sword over. "Open the Bifrost and send my fleet to Jotunheim."

Heimdall's expression changed drastically. He had, of course, guessed what Alvin was going to do in Jotunheim.

"Didn't you hear me?" Alvin frowned, and seeing that he was still silent, he said impatiently, "Hurry up, don't waste time."

"You, you can't do this!"

However, Heimdall, having regained his divine power, gripped the golden sword, gritted his teeth, and shook his head vigorously. "The Frost Giants cannot be exterminated; they are the people of the God King. I cannot help you!"

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing this, Alvin's smile immediately faded, and those who knew him well knew that he was on the verge of losing his temper.

He stepped closer, staring at the somewhat terrified and flustered Heimdall, and said, word by word, "Then tell me—when the Frost Giants invaded Earth and slaughtered humanity, you, who considered yourselves the guardians of the Nine Realms,..."

What are you doing now?

"I—" Heimdall was overwhelmed with shame at the questioning. His already dark face turned even paler, and he stammered, "No, it's not what you said. The God King has fallen into a deep sleep. This is Loki's scheme. We—we—cannot interfere."

"Ha, what a convenient excuse." Alvin chuckled coldly, making no attempt to hide his contempt. "A simple excuse of being unable to intervene, or that it was all Loki's conspiracy, and you think you can wash your hands of all responsibility?"

He took another half step forward, his eyes now brimming with fury. "When Laufey was slaughtering humans, you hid in the Asgardian palace, not daring to utter a single word. Now that humanity has won, you jump out and expect us to forgive him?"

Heimdall was speechless, but he still clutched the golden sword, shaking his head tremblingly. "No, I cannot help you slaughter a race!"

"I'll reiterate, Heimdall," Alvin's eyes grew colder, his tone tinged with icy indignation, "I'm not discussing this with you, I'm informing you: immediately open the Bifrost and connect to Jotunheim. This is your final warning!"

Heimdall stared at him in fear, but still shook his head resolutely. "No, this is the work of Daemon! I am the guardian of justice in Asgard, and I cannot use the power bestowed upon me by the God King for such a heinous act of slaughter!"

"Fuck you!!!"

Alvin could no longer tolerate it. He kicked Heimdall away, his anger blazing. "Who do you think you are, daring to talk about 'justice' in front of me?!"

As he spoke, he used his telekinesis to conjure a whip covered in thorns, which he lashed out at Heimdall as he whipped him, cursing, "You pretended to be dead when Laufey was slaughtering humans, and now you come out shouting for justice? Do you think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

Lip-bang!

In an instant, the telekinetic whips filled the conference room, creating countless afterimages. Each lash tore Heimdall's skin open, causing him to scream in agony.

"You worthless gatekeeper, do you think I'm giving you a hard time?!" Alvin unleashed his full power, whipping Heimdall at a speed of a hundred lashes per second, causing him to roll on the ground, clutching his head and screaming in agony.

Fury, standing to the side, saw this scene and his eyelids twitched violently, feeling the fear of his ancestors ingrained in his very genes.

At the same time, he finally realized in his heart that this guy was an extreme racist, and he must never fall into his hands again, otherwise the whip would leave afterimages, which would be too terrible!

"Young man, that's enough."

Suddenly, a beam of golden light fell, instantly disintegrating the psychic power that enveloped Heimdall.

In the rich golden light, an aged figure, holding a golden spear and clad in magnificent armor, appeared before the crowd.

"God, God King!"

Having narrowly escaped death, Heimdall couldn't help but burst into tears. During this time, he had been living worse than a dog, and finally, his "backer" had arrived.

Odin?

Alvin frowned slightly. This was the first time he had looked directly at the King of Gods. Sure enough, the King radiated immense light and exuded a powerful aura.

"It's me."

Odin, "Father King!"

"Father------

The two sons reacted differently.

Thor was excited and thrilled; Loki, on the other hand, felt more regret and a hint of resentment.

"Oh..."

Odin sighed softly, looking at Thor, who had grown somewhat but "gone astray," and then glanced at Loki.

My feelings are truly complicated.

He only had two sons. Although one was adopted, it is undeniable that he also devoted a lot of effort to him. He never expected that so many things would happen during his one deep sleep.

Biological children grow up crooked, adopted children grow up crooked even more.

In his old age, Odin, who had been powerful all his life, had to admit that his two foolish sons were truly unpredictable.

If I had known it would turn out this way, I would have preferred to let Hela inherit the throne; at least I wouldn't have to worry about this.

"My two sons have caused you so much trouble." Odin said this almost through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with deep displeasure.

The implication is, "I entrusted my two sons to you, and this is how you raised them?"

Alvin, on the other hand, remained calm. He said, "You asked me to teach, but you didn't specify what kind of teaching you should do. Take Thor, for example..."

Are you smarter than before?

"Fine, I've come today for two reasons: first, to apologize for the Frost Giants' massacre of humans; and second, to stop you—"

"The Frost Giants, no matter what, are still my people."

Odin, unperturbed, slowly said, "Besides, Laufey has already paid the price for his mistakes. Let's leave it at that, shall we?"

"Another one trying to persuade me?"

Alvin laughed in exasperation, then his expression suddenly darkened, his eyes turning icy. "What if I say—no?"

One second Odin was smiling, like a kind and gentle old man, the next his face turned cold and stern, and a chilling, sinister look appeared in his single eye.

It took time; the entire ship seemed to be shrouded in a powerful pressure, the steel emitting a trembling, mournful sound, and even the air seemed to freeze.

At this moment, Odin, who once conquered the Nine Realms, seemed to have finally transformed from a kind and amiable old man into a lion with bared fangs.

"No, you won't refuse."

Odin's gaze was indifferent, as if declaring a fact. "This is the oracle of the Allfather, and the bottom line for Asgard. Believe me—no one wants to challenge Asgard's position!"

Under the oppressive power of the Father of Gods, many people, including the Dark Angels, could not breathe.

The divine power pressed down upon them, forcing them to kneel!

Even with his armor cracked and his body nearing its limit, the Dark Angels refused to kneel and even struggled to draw his weapon.

"Young man, you are indeed very capable, but—with so few people, you dare to defy the decision of the Father of the Gods?"

"Not qualified yet." Odin gazed at Alvin, whose spine remained ramrod straight despite Odin's imposing presence, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Now, tell me—your answer."

That's all the pressure he's got, not even as strong as the Four Gods!

"Ha, that's it?"

Alvin sneered disdainfully, straightening his spine with all his might, glaring at Odin, and said, word by word, "Old bastard, who do you think you are?"