Nidavellir.
This dead neutron star was currently emitting an unprecedented light.
That light was not the afterglow of a star, but the flame of vengeance.
The massive star ring forge was operating at full power.
"Faster! Faster!"
"Raise the temperature to the limit! Inject the essence of Uru metal!"
Dwarf King Eitri wielded a massive iron hammer with both hands, his face covered in sweat and soot, written with focus.
He dared not stop.
Because behind him stood a god.
A god who had just lost his heir, and at this moment, was radiating terrifying oppression—the All-Father, Odin.
Odin stood quietly by the forge.
His single eye stared dead at the churning golden-red molten iron in the furnace.
As if he could see Frieza's hateful smiling face within it.
"Eitri."
Odin's voice was low and hoarse.
"What I want is a weapon capable of completely erasing that so-called 'Galactic Emperor'—from body to soul!"
"I understand! Your Majesty!"
Eitri roared and yanked down the control lever violently.
Rumble, rumble—!
The star rings closed.
A beam of light capable of destroying heaven and earth shot straight into the forge's core.
Under that extreme heat and pressure, two divine artifacts shocking enough for the entire universe were slowly taking shape.
The first was a suit of armor.
It was taller and more hideous than the original Destroyer armor.
The originally hollow face now burned with eerie blue Asgardian divine fire.
Odin had forcibly infused the "Core of the World" energy extracted from the depths of Asgard into this shell.
[The Destroyer: Ultimate Form].
Its defense had broken through the limits of matter, reaching the molecular level.
Not to mention energy beams, even a full-force strike from the Celestial Arishem, this armor could withstand head-on!
And the second item...
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It was a sword.
A greatsword so massive it was almost exaggerated.
The moment it was taken out of the mold, the entire space of Nidavellir trembled violently, as if unable to bear its weight.
The blade presented an eerie dark gold color throughout, engraved with Runic symbols.
Every rune seemed to be breathing, exhaling violent energy.
This was a forbidden artifact forged by Odin sacrificing half his divine power and fusing it with the legendary "Iron of Doom."
[Core of Asgard · World-Ender Greatsword]!
This sword had no scabbard.
Because it didn't need one.
Once swung, it would forcibly draw upon the source energy of the entire Nine Realms.
Meaning, holding this sword was equivalent to holding the weight of nine worlds and smashing it ruthlessly into the enemy's face!
Even the head of a Celestial would be sliced off like tofu in front of this sword!
"It's done..."
Eitri slumped to the ground, gasping for air, looking at the masterpiece before him with awe in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, this... this is the power of vengeance you wanted."
Odin walked forward slowly.
He extended his aged but still powerful hand and gripped the hilt of the World-Ender Greatsword.
Hum—!
A terrifying energy storm instantly swept through the entire forge.
Odin's originally somewhat hunched back straightened again in this moment.
Thunder and fire intertwined in his single eye.
"Very good."
Odin stroked the blade, feeling the destructive power contained within.
"With this, even if that Frieza has heaven-defying abilities..."
"I will make him kneel before Thor's grave and drain his blood dry!"
As for Thor...
A trace of pain flashed in Odin's eyes.
Although the body was destroyed, as long as the soul was still in Valhalla.
As long as he could win this war and get the Infinity Stones from that demon's hands...
Or use those forbidden death magics in Asgard's vault...
Thor, my son.
Father will definitely bring you back!
Odin turned around, looking at the Dwarf King limp on the ground.
"Eitri, this time, Asgard owes you a debt."
"If I return alive, Nidavellir will forever be under the protection of the Realm Eternal."
With that, Odin stayed no longer.
He summoned that terrifying Ultimate Destroyer armor and slung the World-Ender Greatsword onto his back.
"Heimdall! Bring me home!"
Boom!
The rainbow beam crashed down, taking this All-Father, who had thoroughly blackened, disappearing into the starry sky.
Eitri looked at the empty platform and wiped away his cold sweat.
"Crazy... they've all gone crazy..."
"Who exactly is that monster from Earth, to force Odin to this point?"
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Asgard.
When Odin returned with the two world-ending artifacts, the entire Realm Eternal felt a suffocating aura of slaughter.
Queen Frigga had long since organized everything.
Although they lost Thor, Asgard's foundation remained.
The Einherjar were fully assembled, and even the remnants of the Valkyrie legion, who had long since retired and once followed Odin to conquer the Nine Realms, were recalled.
All of Asgard had turned into a massive fortress of war.
"Odin."
Frigga came forward, looking at the undisguised aura of destruction on her husband.
She knew the once benevolent and wise king was dead.
Standing here now was the warmonger who once bathed the Nine Realms in blood.
"Are you ready?" Odin's voice carried no warmth.
"Everything is ready." Frigga nodded. "But facing that monster who can crush the moon, relying on just this..."
"I know."
Odin interrupted his wife.
He looked up towards the depths beneath Asgard.
There, sealed away, was an ancient and terrifying existence.
That was his eldest daughter.
And the true embodiment of death in Asgard.
"Frigga, I'm going to break the seal."
"I'm going to release Hela!"
Frigga shuddered, a flash of fear in her eyes, but it quickly turned into resolve.
"Good."
"Since it is the final battle, let Ragnarok come even more violently!"
Odin, holding Gungnir, walked step by step towards the dungeon that had been sealed for thousands of years.
"Hela, my daughter."
Odin stood before the seal, his voice penetrating the heavy magical barrier.
"Your sentence is over."
"Come out."
"Avenge your brother, and then..."
"Tear that white demon into pieces for me!"