Odin had stepped onto the battlefield prepared to die. The God King had a vast fortune and knew how to forge; the old man had never been in the habit of saving money. As a result, after his battle with Galactus, all his equipment had been destroyed—Gungnir, Eagle Helm, golden armor, warhorse, every last one of them was scrapped. He had not left a single thing for Thor...
Daisy was not that extravagant. Breaking one horn had pained her for half a day. She had wanted to ask the old man for reimbursement, but he had gone and died. She could not let the God-Slaying Sword be damaged now.
With one foot planted on Galactus's body and both hands gripping the sword, she pulled it free even faster than she had driven it in, before Galactus could counterattack.
Galactus was wounded again. Though the injury was not as severe as the one Iron Fist had inflicted earlier, he was still furious.
Cosmic gods had never been known for their good tempers. The very concept of concealing their emotions did not exist in their minds; when they got angry, they got angry.
Galactus was especially hot-tempered. He brought both hands together with force, shattering Black Bolt's sonic blast as though swatting a mosquito. Then he raised his left hand and sent Black Bolt flying with a slap.
Galactus then turned his furious gaze on Daisy. He kneaded Black Bolt's sonic energy back into shape as if it were a docile little animal, rapidly molding it into form. A rain of energy blanketed the sky, crashing down on Daisy like a vast barrage of cruise missiles.
She dodged left and right, but after evading twice, she could no longer avoid them. The energy attacks were too dense. One mistake led to a