Meanwhile.
Tens of thousands of light-years away from Xandar.
Asgard, The Realm Eternal.
The magnificent Golden Palace was now shrouded in a lingering haze.
Gone were the laughter and joy of the past; gone was the heroic spirit of warriors raising their cups in celebration.
There was only a deathly silence and oppression.
Upon the High Throne.
Odin, the All-Father, stared with his single eye through the endless void.
His gaze was fixed dead on Midgard—now known as "Planet Frieza 001."
In his vision.
The Earth, once chaotic, divided, and full of ideological struggles, now presented an eerie harmony.
No war, no crime; even the beggars on the street had vanished.
Everyone was like a precise gear, operating step-by-step under the massive machine named the "Frieza Group."
Everyone worked four hours a day, and the rest of the time was mandatory enjoyment.
It looked...
Surprisingly more orderly than under the previous human governments?
"Heh..."
Odin let out an old, heavy sneer.
"Is this what they call peace?"
"No free will, no spirit of resistance. Even fear has been anesthetized by those laughable benefits."
"How is this the evolution of civilization?"
Odin's fingers gripped the shaft of Gungnir tightly.
"This is clearly a whitewashed livestock farm!"
In the past, as the protector of the Nine Realms, he might have sighed at the stupidity of mortals.
But now, all he felt was piercing pain.
Because this so-called order was forged with the blood of his son, Thor!
The eldest son he had high hopes for, the one he was preparing to pass the throne to.
The God of Thunder, reckless but full of justice and thunder in his heart.
Just like that...
Someone crushed his head like crushing an ant!
Even his body still lay in those ruins, uncollected and unburied!
"Frieza..."
Odin squeezed the name through his teeth, burning anger in his single eye capable of incinerating the Nine Realms.
"Heimdall."
Odin called out in a deep voice.
"My King."
Heimdall, the Gatekeeper, had deep sorrow in his golden eyes. He knelt on one knee, his voice low.
"Where is that demon now?"
"Reporting to my King."
The hand Heimdall used to hold the sword Hofund trembled slightly.
"He... he has just conquered Xandar."
"The Nova Corps is completely wiped out. Nova Prime... was forced to kneel to him, even..."
Heimdall couldn't continue.
That humiliation made even him, a bystander, feel a chill.
"Now, Xandar has been renamed 'Planet Frieza 002'."
"And he seems to be gathering resources to build a fleet."
"His next target..."
Heimdall looked up, his eyes full of worry.
"Although he hasn't said it yet, given his all-consuming greed..."
"It is very likely to be our Asgard!"
BOOM!
A terrifying wave of divine power instantly erupted from Odin, causing the entire palace to tremble violently.
"Good! Very good!"
Odin stood up abruptly. His aged body seemed to regain the divine might of his prime in this moment.
"Killed my son, took my Midgard, and now wants to reach for Asgard?!"
"Does he really think I, Odin, am too old to lift my spear?!"
He knew very well.
The power Frieza displayed had surpassed the scope of conventional gods.
That was the power to crush planets with a wave of a hand.
Sending Asgard's current army over would just be giving that demon some after-dinner entertainment.
Even Gungnir, the Spear of Heaven in his hand, might be hard-pressed to pierce that monster's skin.
After all, even Stormbreaker, forged from the heart of a neutron star, was snapped by that guy with two fingers!
"I need greater power..."
Odin's gaze became deep and resolute.
"Conventional weapons are useless."
"To kill that monster, I must use Asgard's ultimate reserves."
Thinking of this, Odin strode towards the rear palace.
There, Frigga, the Queen of Gods, sat before a loom.
But she wasn't weaving.
The usually dignified and elegant Queen was clutching a red cape tightly—one Thor had worn as a child.
Tears had already soaked her exquisite face.
"Odin..."
Seeing her husband enter, Frigga quickly wiped her tears, trying to force a smile.
"You're here."
Looking at his wife's red and swollen eyes, Odin felt a spasm of pain in his heart.
He stepped forward and gently embraced Frigga's shoulders.
"Don't cry, Frigga."
Odin's voice was unusually gentle.
"Thor... he was a true warrior."
"He died charging into battle, died protecting Midgard."
"His soul has entered Valhalla and is drinking with the ancestors."
"But... but he was still so young!"
Frigga could no longer hold back, burying her face in Odin's chest and sobbing aloud.
"He hadn't even inherited the throne, hadn't married or had children..."
"That demon... that Frieza, how could he be so cruel?!"
"He didn't even leave Thor a whole body!"
Listening to his wife's cries, the killing intent in Odin's eyes almost solidified.
He patted Frigga's back gently until her emotions calmed slightly.
"Frigga, listen to me."
Odin held his wife by the shoulders, an unprecedented determination shining in his single eye.
"I have to leave Asgard for a while."
"Where are you going?" Frigga was startled, having a bad premonition.
"I'm going to Nidavellir."
Odin said in a deep voice.
"I'm going to find the Dwarf King Eitri."
"Although the Destroyer armor is powerful, it's not enough against that monster."
"I will have Eitri reforge the Destroyer using the essence of Uru metal! I will pour the Odinforce into it without reservation!"
"And..."
Odin paused, his tone becoming coldly terrifying.
"I'm going to forge a weapon."
"An ultimate divine weapon sharper than the Odinsword, more berserk than Stormbreaker!"
"A God-Slayer Spear born specifically to slaughter that Galactic Emperor!"
Frigga looked at the determined look in her husband's eyes. She knew no one could stop the All-Father now.
This was not just for revenge, but for the survival of the Nine Realms.
Frieza's appetite was too big. Earth and Xandar would never satisfy his desire.
If they didn't act now while he was busy with construction, once he built his fleet and marched his army...
Asgard would have no chance of survival!
Frigga took a deep breath. She was also the Queen of Asgard, the Queen of Witches.
She wiped her tears, her eyes becoming resolute again.
She reached out and gently adjusted the slightly messy collar of Odin's armor.
"Go, my King."
Frigga whispered.
"Leave the home front to me."
"I will activate the defensive arrays, rally the remnants of the Valkyries and the Einherjar."
"Before you return, Asgard will never fall!"
"Good!"
Odin nodded heavily.
He didn't say any more sentimental words.
He turned and strode out of the palace.
"Heimdall!"
"Open the Bifrost!"
"Target—Nidavellir!"
BOOM!!!
A dazzling rainbow beam instantly pierced through the starry sky.
Carrying an old father's vengeful rage, carrying the All-Father's final majesty.
Straight towards the star ring filled with the breath of furnaces and steel—the Realm of Dwarves.