"Laufey, how about we talk?"
Laufey glanced at Rimuru, a smile involuntarily appearing on his face. "I've always said, the gates of Jotunheimr are always open for you. As long as you are willing to assist me in achieving my grand ambition, besides Midgard, what's the harm in bestowing Asgard upon you as well?"
To be honest, Laufey was also relieved that Rimuru was willing to negotiate.
Though his methods were strong, Rimuru was an almost unsolvable enemy; his most potent ice magic was completely ineffective against her.
Continuing to waste time with Rimuru like this was tedious and pointless.
Hearing Laufey's intention to "bestow" Midgard and Asgard upon her, Rimuru couldn't help but feel a sense of irony.
Whether it was false sincerity or generosity with others' possessions, as a King, Laufey did not lack the heart and methods of a King.
But their hero was her enemy; Earth did not need a high and mighty King!
Nor did Rimuru need a leader above her!
Rimuru put on an exaggerated act, sighing with a face full of helplessness and unwillingness. "I am an Earthling after all; I cannot just watch Earth enter an Ice Age, alas…"
Laufey immediately became excited. Although such a victory would not be glorious, being able to bring a King like Rimuru under his command could almost be a turning point in his life.
But at this moment, Laufey suddenly felt an unparalleled psychic force surge into his mind.
"Oh no!"
Laufey was greatly alarmed, but it was already too late; he only felt his head spin.
Rimuru's mind control ability could not dominate him for long, but in a battle between Kings, even one second was enough to change everything.
Laufey was shocked. Rimuru actually possessed mind control ability?
They had fought for so long, and she had endured without using it? She was too patient!
The ability Rimuru gained from devouring the Flame Ifrit was vastly different from the magic of Kamar-Taj.
The skill possessed the exact same abilities as the main body; as the main body evolved, Rimuru's clones also evolved.
Laufey's guesses about deep scheming and extreme patience were non-existent!
Rimuru took a step, instantly teleporting beside Laufey, the Twilight Sword already in her hand, her power having reached the quasi-Father-level.
Ching!~~~
Rimuru was too fast; within that one second, she severed Laufey's arm with a single sword stroke.
Clang!
Laufey's left arm, along with the casket of ancient winters, fell—but before it even hit the ground, Rimuru directly absorbed it into her stomach.
This series of actions was so practiced and so fast that no one clearly saw it.
Thor and the other Avengers, who had been watching the entire time, now looked at each other.
Damn it, did she just successfully turn the tables?
Why does it feel a bit like a dream?
Also, why was Rimuru's action of severing someone's arm and then immediately absorbing the treasure into her stomach so practiced?
It was as if she had practiced it tens of thousands of times!
Tony Stark, who understood Rimuru best, twitched his mouth. This level of greed for wealth was probably unprecedented!
Ah!!!!!
Laufey, whose arm had been severed, wailed in pain. The Twilight Sword combined with the Eternal Flame caused too much damage to his body.
Even now, the flames had not extinguished where his arm was severed.
Crack!
Laufey extended his right hand and forcibly tore off his burning left hand, causing blood to spurt out.
There was a kind of pain that hurt just by watching. Seeing Laufey's ruthlessness, everyone became even more wary.
Rimuru held the Twilight Sword, looking at Laufey, and warned, "Laufey, you have lost the casket of ancient winters. Honestly, I admire you. Retreat!"
Seeing the divine sword in Rimuru's hand, Laufey's eyes narrowed. "The Twilight Sword… it seems Surtur has fallen by your hand."
Rimuru did not deny it. "Laufey, return to where you came from!"
Laufey looked at Rimuru, his expression calm.
"A thousand years ago, I once reigned over Midgard, intending to use the casket of ancient winters to turn it into a second home for the people of Jotunheimr. But alas, we lost. We lost the casket of ancient winters, and we lost everything!"
Rimuru listened quietly, not interrupting. This was her respect for the King of Jötunheimr.
The victor is always magnanimous!
Unlike Surtur, any Frost Giant could control the casket of ancient winters.
Rimuru had already devoured many Frost Giants.
Letting Laufey go was irrelevant to Rimuru; on the contrary, it could allow her to publicly gain face and prestige.
Why not?
Laufey looked forlorn and desolate. "Rimuru King, you are still young, advancing triumphantly. Perhaps you have never tasted the bitterness of defeat."
"I tell you, defeat is very painful, unimaginably painful. It's a torment day and night, almost without hope…"
"What's even more painful is that the guy who defeated you and achieved fame is still living an exceptionally comfortable life!"
Crack, crack!
Laufey's severed arm quickly regenerated into an arm made of ice under the influence of magic.
Perhaps because his arm was made of ice, Laufey was not quite used to it, constantly making movements of clenching and unclenching his fist.
"So, on the day I lost the casket of ancient winters, I swore an oath. Once I regained the casket of ancient winters, I would hold it tight, and never, ever let go!"
Rimuru was alert. Laufey did not sound like he intended to surrender and retreat!
Rip!
Laufey suddenly tore open the skin on his chest, blood splattering, revealing his pulsating heart—and the casket of ancient winters just an inch away from it!
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
Everyone, including Rimuru, was utterly shocked. Hiding the casket of ancient winters in his chest, so close to his heart—this was too ruthless!
It's not scary to be ruthless to others; what's scary is to be even more ruthless to oneself!
In the thousand years since being defeated by Odin, Laufey had hidden in Jotunheim, and not only had his grand ambitions not been worn away, but he had become even more cunning and ruthless than before.
Who would have thought that what was attached to his hand was actually a fake casket of ancient winters?
In this round, Rimuru's loss was not unjust.
Her wish for a quick battle seemed to have been shattered!
Crack!
Laufey forcefully pushed the casket of ancient winters directly into his pulsating heart.
In an instant, Laufey was as if he had exchanged his heart for an ancient god's heart.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of his heartbeat was like thunder, striking everyone's hearts.
Endless ice power continuously flowed through his blood vessels, transporting to every organ and every cell in his body.
Rumble!
Laufey's body continuously grew taller, taller, taller, until he was as tall as a skyscraper!
Hiss, hiss, hiss~~~
Everyone was horrified, their hearts churning with turbulent waves.
Laufey was that strong?
The people of Asgard were even more incredulous.
How did Odin manage to defeat such a powerful Laufey back then?
The hundred-meter-tall Laufey looked at the "little one" before him, his voice like thunder. "Rimuru Tempest, your potential is too great. Even Fire King Surtur died by your hand; I will absolutely not tolerate your continued growth!"
"After this battle, I will surely be severely weakened, possibly even falling into a thousand-year slumber. But as long as I can kill you, everything will be worth it!"
Kill her?
Rimuru's expression involuntarily became strange.
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