Asgard, the realm of the gods.
The once magnificent and sacred Asgard is now shrouded in continuous artillery fire.
Huge, menacing warships, entirely black, hovered above the divine realm, like steel behemoths coiled in the sky.
Their bow cannons gleamed with an ominous red light, and with each charge, they would unleash a dark red energy beam powerful enough to tear through space, slamming it into Asgard's golden protective shield.
"Boom--!"
"Boom--!"
Each impact sent tremors through the entirety of Asgard.
At the end of the Bifrost, Heimdall, sword of protection in hand, eyes wide open, exerts all his strength to control the entire defense system of Asgard.
Golden energy surged from the control panel beneath his feet, continuously flowing into the shattering shield.
However, the Convergence bodies disrupts the stability of space.
Just as Heimdall was struggling to maintain the defensive line, several smaller, dagger-shaped ships took advantage of the momentary instability during the space jump and directly penetrated the weak points of the shield, plunging into the Asgard palace area.
The palace was instantly engulfed in flames and chaos.
Malekith, the leader of the Dark Elves, emerged from the airship with his most elite warriors.
They moved through the land as if it were empty, Asgard guards along the way could not stop them in the slightest, falling one after another into pools of blood.
At the same time, a deafening roar came from deep within the palace dungeon.
Malekith's most powerful henchman, the warrior Algrim, who has been transformed by the power of the curse, is stirring up a bloody rebellion in the dungeon.
He easily tore the cage apart, and the immense power drew the full attention of All-Father Odin, and Thor in the Prime Universe.
At that moment, Queen Frigga was pulling Jane Foster along as they ran through the magnificent but now dilapidated corridors of the palace.
"This way, quick!"
Frigga's goal was a more secluded chamber deep within the palace.
However, fate seemed to play a cruel joke. They had just rounded a bend when they ran into Malekith and his group.
Malekith's crimson single eye was fixed on Jane Foster, his expression one of wanting nothing more than to tear her apart and seize the Aether within her.
Give it to me!
Without hesitation, Frigga shielded Jane Foster behind her, and a sharp longsword appeared out of thin air in her slender hand.
Although she is the Queen of Gods, she is also a powerful magician raised by witches, and her close combat abilities should not be underestimated.
"If you want to touch her, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"
Before she finished speaking, Frigga's figure had already transformed into a phantom, charging towards Malekith.
Her longsword flashed with deadly Arclight, while a dazzling magical aura emanated from her, enveloping Malekith and his henchmen within her attack range.
For a moment, the sounds of clashing metal and magical explosions filled the air.
Frigga single-handedly managed to hold off the leader of the Dark Elves and his personal guard.
Malekith grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed; he hadn't expected the Queen of Asgard to be so formidable.
Just as the battle reached a stalemate, a loud explosion rang out.
"Boom!"
A thick wall made of huge stones suddenly exploded, scattering debris everywhere.
The massive, twisted body of the Kurse Algrim burst forth, the dark energy emanating from him causing the temperature of the entire space to drop several degrees.
Frigga's heart tightened. She forced Malekith back with her sword and then conjured a magical barrier in her hand, trying to stop Algrim's advance.
Unfortunately, the difference in strength between the two is simply too great.
Algrim smashed the seemingly solid magical barrier to pieces with a single, brutal punch.
He ignored all of Frigga's subsequent attacks, his huge hand flashing out like lightning, grabbing her neck and lifting her into the air.
A feeling of suffocation washed over her instantly; Frigga's struggles seemed utterly futile under the steely grip of her opponent.
"Mother!"
A furious roar came from the other end of the corridor. Thor from the Prime Universe, wielding Mjolnir and crackling with electricity, charged forward like a madman.
Algrim glanced at Thor charging towards him, a cruel smile spreading across his face. He tightened his grip on Frigga's neck, preparing to crush his mother's throat right in front of Thor.
At this critical moment...
A tiny crack suddenly appeared in the air without warning.
There was no thunder, no light, only utter silence in the crack.
Immediately afterwards, a small, exquisite dagger, its entire body gleaming with a ghostly green luster, appeared silently, like a phantom that had traversed time and space.
Pfft!
The dagger was so fast that it didn't even make a sound as it pierced the temple of the Kurse Algrim, with the other end protruding.
Algrim's powerful body, strong enough to withstand Mjolnir, stiffened abruptly, the fierce light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his massive body crashed to the ground, never to be heard again.
This Kurse, who even Thor in the Prime Universe found troublesome, was instantly killed by a small dagger.
Malekith was terrified, thinking it was Odin himself, and instinctively prepared to activate the teleportation device to retreat.
But to his horror, he discovered that his body was bound tightly by green magical shackles, making it impossible for him to move.
The divine power contained in those shackles was so vast that even with his strength, he couldn't break free even a fraction of it.
The void was torn open once more, and this time, a figure emerged, clad in a golden-green battle armor cloak, with an aged yet incomparably majestic face.
Classic Loki.
He simply stood there quietly, and a divine power wave, comparable to Odin's, and even more profound and powerful on some levels, instantly enveloped the entire Asgard.
Outside the palace, all the Dark Elves who had already passed through the protective barrier and were wreaking havoc in Asgard City froze in unison.
The next second, countless green divine power shackles descended from the sky, binding each of them tightly.
On the ground battlefield, Captain America Steve ' shield had just deflected a Dark Elves's sword when Black Widow Natasha and Hawkeye Clint were back-to-back, struggling to fend off an attack from several enemies.
Iron Man, transformed into a rat by the Classic Loki, nimbly weaves through the air, drawing the enemy spaceship's fire.
Dr. Banner then transformed into One-Punch Man, smashing the Dark Elves into mincemeat with each punch.
Captain Carter, Iron Fist Danny, and Natasha from another universe are also helping the guardians of Asgard fight a bloody battle.
Wanda used Chaos Magic to control everyone, while Quicksilver Pietro grinned and laughed, toying with the Dark Elves.
This sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.
Hawkeye Clint looked at the Dark Elves who were frozen in place, unable to move, and made a rare comment.
"This Loki... is ridiculously powerful."
He added with lingering fear, "Perhaps we should be thankful that it wasn't him who led the Chitauri invasion of New York."
The moment Clint finished speaking.
All the Dark Elves bound by divine power shuddered violently, and then were instantly crushed by the silent, immense force.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Amid a series of muffled explosions, only pools of blood mist remained, and a pungent, fishy smell filled the air.
Inside the Asgard palace, Odin, wielding the Gungnir, finally arrived.
The immense divine power surge he had just witnessed made even the All-Father feel a chill run down his spine, as if facing a formidable enemy.
He had already pushed his divine power to its limit, ready to hurl the Spear of Destiny in his hand, a symbol of royal power.
However, upon arriving at the scene, he witnessed a sight he would never forget.
A Loki who appeared to have aged countless years emerged from the void, instantly annihilating all the invaders with a wave of his hand, leaving only the bound Dark Elves leader behind.
Odin's fighting spirit and vigilance froze the moment he saw that familiar yet unfamiliar face.
Classic Loki's gaze swept over everyone and landed on Frigga, who had just escaped danger. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
Before he could even speak, Frigga had already walked up to him step by step.
She reached out and gently touched the Classic Loki's face, which was etched with the lines of time; her fingertips trembled.
" Loki, my child..."
Frigga's voice trembled slightly, filled with endless pity and heartache.
"The future... it must have caused you a lot of suffering."