"Roar!!!"
The Hulk's goal has been crystal clear from beginning to end.
Its enormous body contained power enough to tear reality apart, transforming into a destructive green meteor that hurtled straight toward Loki.
Thor struggled to get up, but the power within him was in disarray, and the excruciating pain in his chest made it difficult for him to even breathe.
Stop him!
Jean Grey and Franklin also forced their remaining power to try to build a barrier.
But it was too late.
That's too slow.
The fist, imbued with OBA power, was about to smash onto the Throne of Time.
Just then--
A bolt of blue lightning shot out from the void without warning, faster and more violent than the puppet Hulk!
This bolt of lightning did not originate from Thor; its aura was more ancient and pure, carrying an indomitable fighting spirit.
"BOOM!!!"
The lightning struck the puppet Hulk precisely in the chest.
That enormous, arrogant green body was as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, its forward momentum abruptly halted, and it was sent flying backward at an even faster speed than it had come, crashing heavily into the depths of the ruins of time, stirring up a cloud of energy dust.
The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.
Thor, Jyn, and Franklin all looked in the direction from which the lightning had come.
A tall, imposing figure slowly descended from the void.
He also had blond hair and wore a dark Cloak, but his left arm was a grotesque silver metal prosthetic, and he held an ancient battle axe in his hand. His eyes were filled with the heaviness and desolation left by war.
It's another Thor.
Thor looked at him, a strange feeling creeping over him.
Whose subordinate is this guy?
His strength is ridiculously high; he can easily blast away the Hulk, who is controlled by OBA.
Isn't this a bit too much?
His gaze fell on the battle axe in the other man's hand, and he examined it carefully.
Well, it's just a sharper axe, nothing special, not as good as his Golden Battle Axe.
Before everyone could recover from this sudden turn of events, a futuristic, silver-white spaceship silently appeared above them.
The hatch opened, a beam of light shone down, and several figures stepped out one after another.
Thor recognized the group of men who were leading them.
Or rather, he knew them all in his memories from his past life.
Tony Stark, clad in a silver-white Symbiote Armor, exudes an air of arrogance.
Wearing a red, high-slit battle suit, with chaotic energy swirling around her fingertips, Wanda Maximoff looked somewhat uneasy.
Wearing a metal mask and a green Cloak, Victor von Doom exudes a kingly aura.
There's also Mister Fantastic Reed Richards, dressed in a blue-black bodysuit and looking like a scholar, along with Black Panther, Spider-Man, Captain Britain, and a somewhat uneasy Bruce Banner.
Thor's expression finally showed a genuine change.
Earth-616.
The true Prime Universe of Marvel, the "genuine" heroes.
This is going to be quite lively.
Mister Fantastic Reed's gaze immediately fell on Franklin. His eyes lit up with joy at first, but then he frowned, as if analyzing some data.
"You... are not my Franklin." He adjusted his glasses, his tone carrying a scholarly rigor. "Your timeline and energy signature don't match. What exactly happened here?"
Franklin remained as lazy as ever, pointing to the puppet Hulk in the distance who had just gotten up and was shaking his head.
"Simply put, that giant is a puppet of ' One-Below-All,' presumably destined to smash this Throne of Time and destroy all timelines."
He then pointed to the other side, where Mephisto was still struggling to stabilize his power, his face grim.
"That red-skinned guy is here to steal the throne."
" One-Below-All?"
The heroes of 616 were clearly unfamiliar with the name, and their faces showed expressions of confusion.
But when Wanda's gaze fell upon Mephisto, her face instantly turned pale, and her body trembled involuntarily.
"It's him... our universe's Mephisto."
Upon hearing this, the faces of all the 616 heroes who came to their aid darkened.
"So, Strange and Carol failed." Tony Stark, the Superior Iron Man, spoke with a hint of sarcasm, but his eyes were incredibly serious.
Before they arrived, it was Doctor Strange and Captain Marvel who went to Hell to hold off Mephisto.
Now that Mephisto is here, the outcome is self-evident.
The atmosphere suddenly became even more serious.
At that moment, Thor Odinson, the Thor from Earth-616, turned around and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the golden throne.
He looked at Loki, who had become the god of time, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to begin.
Should we call him "younger brother," or should we refer to him as the god of time?
Loki, seated on his throne, shifted his gaze from the countless timelines and solemnly looked at this "God of Thor " from the Prime Universe.
His voice travels through time to everyone's mind, calm yet grand.
"I've seen you across all timelines, Thor Odinson."
"Titles and hammers cannot define you, just as crowns cannot define me; we are all simply people who have broken free from the script."
Loki's eyes were expressionless, yet they seemed to see right through Thor's struggles and pain.
Fate always seems to have a role in our lives; you don't have to be Thor, just as I don't have to be a conman forever.
Odinson was stunned.
He lost his hammer, his hometown, his family, and even the right to be "worth it".
He lived in the shadow of the past, numbing himself with fighting.
But at this moment, Loki, who should have been his most familiar "enemy," spoke the words that understood him best.
His eyes welled up with tears, and this battle-hardened man suddenly became like a child, striding forward and embracing Loki tightly, disregarding the distorted time around the throne.
Loki...
This embrace transcends countless timelines and universes.
Thor, sitting on his throne, watched this scene with a sense of wonder.
Surprisingly, Thor from 616 is quite a sentimental person.
He looked again at Loki sitting on the golden toilet, and thought, "Hmm, this aloof guy is way more sophisticated."
However, this rare moment of warmth did not last long.
Bruce Banner, who had been standing at the back of the crowd and looked somewhat nervous, suddenly frowned and looked around uneasily.
"Hey guys..." he whispered, "Did you... hear anything?"
Tony Stark glanced at him. "What's that sound? It's perfectly quiet here except for the hum of energy."
"No, it wasn't that sound." Banner's face grew increasingly pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "It was... a whisper, right next to my ear, like a demon speaking..."