The moment the cold wave arrived, the whole world fell into a deathly silence.
Loki raised the Casket of Ancient Winters, the divine artifact, and Odin's Divine Power and the extreme cold of the Frost Giants merged perfectly, creating a terrifying frost-white aura that spread wildly from him. The earth froze instantly, skyscrapers turned into ice sculptures, countless tiny ice crystals condensed in the air, and even time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Even the zombies in the city were transformed into a giant ice sculpture at this moment.
This is the Casket of Ancient Winters.
It is also known as the Casket of Ancient Winters.
An underestimated artifact among the Frost Giants, it can unleash a winter powerful enough to Destruction the Nine Realms, and is actually one of the most important artifacts in the Marvel Universe.
It was able to be kept in the same collection room as the Eternal Flame and the Infinity Gauntlet, which already shows how powerful it was. However, because it became part of Odin's collection, it was gradually forgotten.
and.
Since the extinction of their strongest members in the war against Asgard, the Frost Giants have never again produced a being capable of unleashing their full power.
It's a very simple principle: the Frost Giants controlled advanced knowledge were killed, and the knowledge transmission was interrupted, making it difficult to cultivate strong individuals again. The best way to Destruction a civilization is not just through extinction.
now.
A long-declining civilization has produced Loki, a powerful figure who defeated Odin and took Odin's body. The entire Frost Giants couldn't help but become fervent.
"Great King!"
"The king's power is invincible!"
Praise be to the new Lord of the Nine Realms!
The Frost Giants who descended with the Bifrost were all overwhelmed by Loki's domineering presence and power, and they cheered in worship, a feeling that Loki thoroughly enjoyed.
"Stop struggling, you can barely move now, can you? Surrender now, and I'll allow you to submit to the feet of the great King Loki, offering your loyalty and kissing the back of my feet!"
The cold wind was like a knife, and frost covered the sky.
Loki stood atop the Frozen Throne, holding the Casket of Ancient Winters, Odin's body glowing with a chilling blue light, like the ruler of the Nine Realms. He looked down at the solitary figure standing below— Ian Kent.
Loki, who already considered himself the strongest in the Nine Realms, spoke with a mocking expression and without any politeness, full of insults. The most satisfying moment of his life was now when he was showing off.
Absolute power gave Loki absolute confidence. Loki stood in the void, the Casket of Ancient Winters in his hand emitting a cold, eerie blue light, Odin's single eye filled with condescending arrogance. Extreme frost mist condensed into a throne beneath his feet, and Frost Giants knelt around him like subjects paying homage to their king.
He looked down at Ian, as if victory was already assured.
No wonder Loki was so arrogant.
Ian's situation does look rather bad.
The icy chill had crept up Ian's boots, frost creeping up his trousers. His breath condensed into white mist in the air, but his back... well, Ian was already shivering from the cold, his back still slightly hunched forward, but if anyone asked him later, he would still stubbornly insist that his back was still as straight as a spear.
If anyone wants to write a Biography of Ian, this is how the history book should be written about today.
"Let me kiss the back of your feet? Tsk tsk, that's disgusting. You must be gay, and a pedophile at that..." Ian stood there, his body covered in frost, exhaling white mist with each breath. He slowly raised his head, ice crystals falling from his eyebrows, revealing a pair of eyes burning with vigilance.
When a little boy is out and about, he's bound to run into strange guys. His comment on Loki's refusal to allow him to openly express his love for him instantly froze Loki's maniacal smile.
"What—what did you say?!"
His one eye widened, and then he became so enraged that he trembled all over.
"A guy who can fall in love with himself is bound to covet Lord Ian's good looks—damn Loki, you're only fit to stay home and take care of your own needs!"
Ian showed no sign of backing down. Although his voice was slightly trembling from the cold, its loud tone ensured that all the Frost Giants could hear him clearly.
They started whispering to each other.
This caused Loki's face to turn increasingly red.
"Shut up!"
Loki's rage erupted completely, and the Casket of Ancient Winters emitted a blinding blue light.
He swung his arm violently. "You! Tear him apart! Pull out his tongue! Crush his bones to dust! Tear him apart by ten horses!"
This was an order given to the Frost Giants, not wanting these idle subordinates to discuss their sexual orientation. These Frost Giants, who had been kept in captivity for many years, were not exactly known for their sharp minds.
"Yes, sir!"
The Frost Giants roared as they charged toward Ian. They were ten meters tall, with muscles forged from ice and rock. They thrived in the extremely cold environment, and their abilities were even enhanced.
Their bodies had grown considerably larger than before, their eyes burning with ghostly blue soulfire, their massive forms stomping the earth as they roared and wielded icy giant axes, charging towards Ian like a tidal wave!
Ice crystals spread beneath the warriors' feet, and a frigid storm swept towards Ian. The earth cracked, ice shattered, and hundreds of giant figures appeared, their power terrifying as if Reaper had descended.
The clash of swords and axes weaves a web of death.
only.
Ian stood still, motionless.
Just as the giants were about to reach him and tear him to pieces...
"Too bad I don't eat humanoids, otherwise you'd all be snacks." Ian rolled his eyes and muttered regretfully, before his eyes blazed with boundless interest and heat.
"Boom!!!"
That was the radiance of an Eternity burning star. Golden beams of light shot from his eyes, like two whips of Destruction, sweeping across the heavens and earth and striking directly at the Frost Giants!
"Laugh--!!"
The Frost Giants, bearing the brunt of the attack, didn't even have time to scream before its chest was pierced. The intense heat caused its body to explode from the inside, and its icy blue blood evaporated into mist before it even hit the ground.
The Heat Vision swept across like a giant burning sword, felling rows of Frost Giants wherever they passed. Their bodies twisted and carbonized in the intense heat, eventually turning into charred corpses. Some were cut in half at the waist, their upper bodies still crawling; others had their heads explode, their icy eyeballs melting in the heat.
The worst-hit were even vaporized by the Heat Vision, leaving not even ashes. In the blink of an eye, only charred corpses remained on the battlefield; the entire Frost Giants legion had been wiped out.
The Heat Vision ravaged the earth like tyrants! Wherever the beams passed, ice melted into magma, the earth cracked into a sea of fire, and the screams of the giants were distorted into mournful wails in the intense heat.
This was a complete and utter crushing defeat. Ian displayed the terrifying destructive power befitting Skyfather- level powerhouse. Moreover, the wailing souls of the Frost Giants were crystal clear in his eyes.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"
Ian gasped for breath as he slowly rose into the air. The residual heat of the Heat Vision gradually dissipated, but Ian's eyes still shone with a golden afterglow. His eyes were golden, like the Sun God descending upon the world.
The Mimicry Armor automatically took on the challenge, transforming into a black and white Superman suit—a red and black color scheme with a gold "CD" badge constantly flashing on its chest.
His cloak fluttered in the still- Heat Wave, but there was no sound of Ian inhaling; his mouth was working frantically like a cosmic-level turbo suction device.
A terrifying suction force erupted from him!
The fragments of souls that had escaped from the charred remains, the lingering icy magic, and even the residual life force in the air were all forcibly extracted and rushed into Ian's mouth like rivers flowing into the sea!
He devoured it greedily, as if savoring the most exquisite dessert in the universe. Energy surged within him, Mimicry Armor emitted a low hum, as if celebrating this "feast for the soul."
But at that moment—a mysterious force quietly descended. Those fragments of souls that should have been devoured, just as they were about to enter Ian's throat, were suddenly seized by an invisible hand and sank! They pierced through the earth, crossed the Earth Core, and fell into a dark depth that even divine sense could not detect, as if heading towards some indescribable Homecoming.
"What the heck? My food was stolen halfway through?"
Ian frowned as he sensed it, only to discover that the pulling force came from the very laws of the universe—ancient, cold, and inviolable. It was the inevitable destination for the dead—the end of death.
It must not be desecrated.
"Fifty-fifty! Fifty-fifty! You're stealing food from someone's mouth! Damn it! You have no sportsmanship!" Ian knew that the supreme concept of the Marvel Universe did not respond to his meaning.
He stomped his foot in anger.
Marvel's Death is so cunning, unearned, shameless, and disgusting. She's a new-age feminist, not nearly as easy to talk to as Lady Death from the DC Universe.
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final.
Ian only managed to consume a small amount of the remaining energy, which made him feel slightly uneasy, so he turned his gaze to Loki was using Odin's body.
To be precise, she was looking at the Casket of Ancient Winters in Loki's hand—this thing was clearly a high-energy substance, not only could it be used as a refrigerator, but it might even be something you could eat directly!
Ian's drool was starting to trickle down.
"How is this possible!"
Loki staggered back a step, a flicker of fear flashing in his single eye. He looked at the figure hovering in mid-air, like the embodiment of a star, and fear rose in his heart for the first time. But soon, he looked down at the Casket of Ancient Winters in his hand, and then touched Odin's body, before he calmed himself down.
"It's obvious you didn't go to school as a child. Under normal circumstances, you could never freeze the sun's brilliance." Ian's voice was low, actually bubbly with frustration.
" The Sun God?" Loki gritted his teeth. "Damn it! No matter what you are, you'll grovel at my feet! This isn't normal!"
He suddenly raised the Casket of Ancient Winters high, and Odin's Divine Power poured into it once more. The runes on the surface of the box lit up one by one, and terrifying cold air erupted like a tsunami!
" Eternal Frozen Prison —Freeze! All things!!!"
Loki is still as childish as ever.
However, this time he caused quite a stir; absolute cold descended.
Wherever the cold air passed, the air solidified, the earth turned into glaciers, and even the light was frozen. Frost spread wildly from Loki's center, covering the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye, followed by cities, mountains, oceans... even the waves froze in the instant they surged, forming ice sculptures thousands of meters high.
Earth, ruins, wreckage, zombies... everything was covered by a layer of eerie blue, unmelting, extremely cold ice crystals. In the end, the entire Earth was completely frozen, becoming an ice-blue planet, sealed by an unmelting, extremely cold ice shell, losing the last trace of warmth remaining on the planet.
The Odinforce.
That's how powerful it is.
Thor raised Mjolnir high, his roar barely finished before he was transformed into an ice sculpture, the lightning freezing at the tip of the hammer like a blooming ice flower.
As Captain America raised his shield, his body became an ice-cold warrior, even the blood at the corner of his mouth congealed into rubies.
Morgan Stark's Iron Armor emitted its final alarm before being engulfed by ice, leaving only a pair of unclosed eyes reflecting the icy light of the universe.
Gwen, the Phantom Spider, is the only one still capable of thinking.
She was frozen in mid-air, her body entwined with spider silk like an ice crystal web, but her consciousness was not completely frozen due to the " Phantom Spider Gene " given to her by Ian. She could see, hear, and think—but she could not move.
She watched as Loki, holding the Casket of Ancient Winters, stood atop the frozen earth, Odin's body gleaming like New Gods in the cold light. His single eye swept across the scene, a victorious smile playing on his lips.
Die!
Loki grinned maliciously, and the frost storm instantly engulfed Ian's figure. Odin's Divine Power and the extreme cold of the Frost Giants merged perfectly, and the terrifying cold air, like a tsunami, threatened to bury Ian along with the entire planet!
However, this was just Loki's wishful thinking, without Ian's approval. Even as absolute cold arrived, Ian's figure suddenly broke through the ice fog's blockade, soaring straight into the sky with Superman speed! His speed was so fast that he even left a golden afterimage behind him.
"At absolute zero, all matter should cease to move!" Loki's pupils contracted, and he immediately activated the Casket of Ancient Winters, unleashing a torrential downpour of icy power upon Ian!
"Absolute low temperature is just physics; what does it have to do with Ian studies, you illiterate Loki!"
Ian did not turn around.
Instead, it soars straight into the universe.
"You--!" Loki was instantly enraged by Ian's taunt. His Odin body erupted with brilliant divine light. He shattered the ground and soared into the sky, chasing after Ian!
The two, one after the other, broke through Earth's atmosphere and plunged into deep space in the blink of an eye.
In the boundless sea of stars, Ian's speed did not diminish in the slightest. He was like a golden meteor, traversing the planetary belt. Loki followed closely behind, the Casket of Ancient Winters continuously releasing extreme cold power. Relying on the divine Divine Power of Odin's body and the power of the Casket of Ancient Winters, his attacks were like a storm, freezing meteorites, asteroids, and even the light of stars in his path!
Even black holes cannot escape the Destiny of being frozen; this is an extremely terrifying cosmic artifact. Ian's body did not support him to confront the opponent head-on, so Ian chose to study the strategies of great men.
Ian brought the essence of guerrilla warfare to its fullest extent.
Loki chased after Ian, traversing the galaxy, determined to tear him apart. But Ian was as agile as a fish. He didn't confront him head-on, he just kept swimming.
The universe is boundless and lifeless.
In a small, crevice within the Zombie Universe.
The stars stood still like rusted gears, and pale blue frost flowers condensed at the edge of the black hole. Even the pulse of time was frozen by the cold air, causing many places to lose their sense of time.
This dimension, which should have been utterly tranquil, has now become a battlefield between gods. Loki, riding Odin's divine body, smashes three rogue planets. The cosmic dust condensed on the surface of his golden armor turns into dazzling stardust under the shock of Divine Power, Casket of Ancient Winters spins in his palm, creating an absolute zero vortex that distorts space.
You can't escape!
Loki roared.
He raised his hand and waved it.
The God King's roar shattered the nearby asteroid belt, and twelve frost chains pierced through the void, capable of obliterating planets and meteorites, but unable to capture the slippery Ian.
Ian's figure flickered in the frigid air, his golden light piercing the extreme cold like the sun. He deliberately slowed down, allowing Loki's icy power to catch up with him but always falling just short.
"Is all you can do is run away?!" Loki's roar shook the frozen atmosphere. "Fight me fair and square!"
"Wow, how scary, how scary~" Ian made a face while floating in the air, and casually flicked out a golden beam of light. The light pierced through the icy mist and hit Loki precisely between the eyebrows.
It makes a crisp "ding" sound.
The damage was minimal.
However, it is extremely insulting.
I'm going to tear your mouth apart!!
Loki flew into a rage, Casket of Ancient Winters emitted an even more dazzling blue light.
The power of the ruler of the Nine Realms materialized through the Casket of Ancient Winters, and Odin's Divine Power poured into it like a torrent, with icy blue energy ripples spreading wildly from him.
The Casket of Ancient Winters shone with an unprecedented, frigid light in Loki's hands.
That wasn't light, but absolute cold.
It spread like a tide, devouring galaxies, freezing black holes, and freezing time itself. Stars extinguished one after another, turning into ice crystal sculptures; nebulae solidified, like a sealed scroll.
The entire microcosm, from the macrocosm to the microcosm, from matter to energy, from space to time—was frozen. Even Ian's last figure slowly lingered in the light.
The Evil God Lord was frozen in Eternity extreme cold.
The universe is completely frozen.
The entire dimension was dragged into Eternity winter, including Ian, a being who proclaimed himself Skyfather.
"No matter how slippery an ant is, it's still just an ant. Before absolute power, your little tricks are meaningless!" Loki hovered in the center of the universe, the Casket of Ancient Winters in his hand, Odin's body radiating supreme majesty. He opened his single eye, looking down at this frozen kingdom, a victorious smile playing on his lips.
"Run! Keep running! Why did you stop? Weren't you good at dodging? Weren't you good at slapping people in the face? Weren't you good at saying 'Great job'?" Loki grinned maliciously, floating in front of Ian, watching Ian's figure gradually stiffen in the cold wave, eventually turning into an Eternity ice sculpture.
Loki stood atop the frost throne, a morbid satisfaction gleaming in his single eye.
"Run! You were so good at dodging just now!"
He yelled at Ian's ice sculpture, but Ian's ice sculpture didn't react at all, its expression frozen in the last moment of horror, the kind of horror that made its eyes bulge out.
Loki was delighted by this expression; his mouth twisted in a grimace, and Loki 'Odin face contorted with schadenfreude.
"You think this is the end? No, I will keep you conscious in Eternity ice, making you feel the pain of every inch of your flesh being frozen! I will make you watch your own body being crushed inch by inch, and you—can do nothing!" He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his Divine Power surging within the Casket of Ancient Winters.
Loki even brought himself to orgasm.
It's as if I can already see Ian wailing in endless torment.
However.
At that very moment.
"I'm waiting for your Divine Power to run out. What are you waiting for?"
A familiar voice rang out leisurely behind Loki.
Loki's the Batman Who Laughs abruptly stopped.
Instinct was driving Loki to release adrenaline; his pupils suddenly contracted, and his neck stiffened, turning inch by inch, as if every movement was resisting some invisible fear.
All I saw was...
Ian Carl, hovering behind Loki, was completely transparent, as ethereal as the Spectre, with only his golden eyes shining brightly in the frozen universe.
"Wh... what?!" Loki's voice was almost ripped apart. In this place where the universe had fallen silent, he couldn't understand why he could still see other living things besides himself.
An absolute winter that even the Frost Giants couldn't withstand!
"Why! What the hell are you?!" Loki's single eye widened, his voice trembling. "Impossible! You've been frozen! You've been defeated by me!"
He was horrified, as if he had stumbled upon a blind spot in his knowledge.
My brain is buzzing.
Fortunately, Ian has always enjoyed teaching others.
"Hilarious! This is the tragedy of you ordinary people, without Super Brain like mine. Freezing everything is nothing; I can just send my soul out of my body and knock you on the head with my spirit."
You can't do anything about me.
The transparent Ian tilted his head, a wise smile curving his lips. As he spoke, he actually punched Loki's head a few times, but Odin's bald head was rock hard.
The feel is off.
"This can't be... The soul... The soul should be frozen too..."
Loki's single eye reflected Ian's transparent figure, the Casket of Ancient Winters trembled in his hand, Odin's Divine Power was almost exhausted, and the enemy before him had never been truly defeated.
"No... impossible!" Loki roared hysterically, " The Casket of Ancient Winters can freeze even souls! How could you—you can't possibly be a holy soul!"
He seemed to have thought of something.
Unwilling to accept reality.
"You're not a Holy Soul! Your whole family isn't a Holy Soul!" Ian's insults were always the same two-fold, but they still managed to elicit a resentful roar from Loki.
Under the gaze of this schemer who also proclaimed himself the new ruler of the Nine Realms, Ian's eyes suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, the golden radiance exploding in the frozen universe!
This is going all out.
The light, as brilliant as the sun, engulfed Loki's figure, and the frozen universe was rekindled at that moment by the light that could illuminate the entire microcosm.
Earth, still bearing the chill of the ruins.
Thor slowly opened his eyes, frost falling softly from his eyelashes. He struggled to sit up, feeling as if his head had been struck by a frost giant's hammer—cold and painful. He shook his head, trying to clear his muddled thoughts, and then—
He saw Ian.
Ian was crouching not far away, with a campfire burning in front of him and two ice sculptures on top of it—one of Captain America and the other of Gwen.
Thor: "...?"
Ian noticed Thor was awake and waved enthusiastically, "Hey, Hammer! You're awake? Come on, just in time for dinner!"
Thor opened his mouth.
He was at a loss for words to describe the scene before him. He watched as Ian pulled a bottle of chili powder and salt and pepper from his pocket and sprinkled it evenly on Captain America's ice sculpture.
The guy was humming a little tune.
"Grilled Captain America is awesome! Frozen Gwen is so fragrant!"
Even though Thor knew Ian was just having fun and it was just a joke among people, he still found it hard to comment on what he saw.
"..."
Perhaps this is the way of thinking of Evil God. He clutched his still throbbing head, staggered over, and decided to ask Ian about the serious matters that mattered most to him.
"Where's Loki?" Thor looked around, but he didn't see the arrogant evil villain, nor even a trace of the Frost Giants ' remains.
He was frozen unconscious relatively early, so he suspected that Ian had eaten all the Frost Giants.
" Loki?"
Ian didn't even look up, just casually pointed to the side.
"There."
Thor looked in the direction indicated and saw a thermos on the ground. From inside the thermos, he could faintly hear Loki's furious roar, "Let me out! You lowly Midgard ants! I'll rip your guts out and knit them into sweaters—I am the King of the Nine Realms, you cannot treat me like this!"
Thor paused for a second, then was overjoyed.
"Haha! Loki, King of Frost Giants! You've finally met your match!" He grabbed the thermos, unscrewed the lid without hesitation, and positioned his backside against the rim of the cup.
"Puff--!!!"
A deafening fart was perfectly poured into the thermos.
There was a brief silence in the cup, followed by Loki's hysterical scream, " Thor! You son of Odin who deserved to die long ago!! I'll kill you!!! I will definitely kill you!!!"
He was in a fit of impotent rage.
Thor laughed heartily, so hard that tears almost streamed down his face.
"How was it? Was the God of Thunder's fart powerful enough?"
Thor used the crooked smile of Thor.
Ian gave a thumbs-up, offering a bit of emotional support.
"No wonder he's Thor, even his farts are electrified."
He was mainly feeling guilty and needed to be given emotional support.
"Absolutely, absolutely, hahaha~"
Thor smugly tightened the lid, shook Loki's soul a few times, and then put it away contentedly. But soon, his smile froze.
"Wait, Ian," Thor's expression suddenly turned serious, "Where is my father's body?"
The landlord's foolish son finally remembered that Loki had been wearing his father's skin, and thus failed to help Ian had been keeping a close eye on time, escape this crisis.
Ian paused for a moment.
His gaze was unfocused.
Uh... well...
He spoke somewhat haltingly.
Thor had never seen Evil God act like this before.
His heart sank instantly.
"You..."
His voice began to tremble.
"You wouldn't... have... eaten my father's body, would you?!"
Thor is truly furious!
Ian swallowed hard.
"..."
He suspects that Thor has a habit of misunderstanding his own food intake range.
Seeing that Ian didn't answer, Thor instantly broke down, wailing and lunging at Ian, trying to pry his mouth open. "Spit it out! Spit it out! That's my dad!! Spit out my dad!"
Thor kept trying to pry Ian's throat, his movements incredibly rough, tears streaming down his face, while he kept hitting Ian's head with Mjolnir.
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Ian, unusually, did not retaliate.
"Wait! Calm down! I didn't eat Odin! I don't eat people!"
He quickly pushed Thor away.
He pointed to a small tent not far away.
"It's there!"
The moment Thor, Ian had already started greasing the soles of his feet.
" Father God! Father God!"
Thor scrambled toward the tent and flung open the curtain—inside was not the All-Father, but a baby wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep.
The baby's face was round and rosy, with soft golden downy hair clinging to its forehead. It was sucking on its thumb with its little mouth, looking innocent and naive.
"Where did this Imp come from? Where is my Father God? Damn Evil God!"
Thor was completely bewildered.
Then.
He then heard the sound of packing up behind him, preparing to run away, along with an apologetic Ian voice.
"Well, just like Odin has Odinforce, I also have my Ian Force, my Atavism Force... I was too excited just now to control this power within me."
"So, because of this, an accident happened—not really a tragic accident, anyway, how should I explain this to you..."
"To make a long story short, you may be about to embark on one of the most unique adventures and experiences in the universe... Yes, you might need to raise your father all over again."
After Ian finished speaking, he clutched his spoils, ready to return to the DC Universe.
The last second.
He seemed to see Thor transformed into Thunder Hound.
It pounced on them as if it were suffering from rabies.