Thor and Strange's battle at the Sanctum Sanctorum also caused so damage. Strange's control over the Ti Stone was not yet perfected, and so of the damage could not be completely restored. As a result, a large portion of the Sanctum Sanctorum has collapsed, and the staff temporarily withdrew to Kamar-Taj for office work.
At this mont, Schiller stood next to the ruins, holding a standard S.H.I.E.L.D. notebook and directing agents to search through the building debris.
Suddenly, one of the agents exclaid, "We found a large pot! Dr. Schiller, co take a look. What is this?"
Schiller walked over and saw a large cauldron lying on the ground, the kind witches use for brewing potions. Schiller speculated that it might be so sort of magical artifact, but the bottom of the cauldron had a massive crack, rendering it unusable. So, as Schiller wrote in his notebook, he said, "Legendary Fire Enchantnt Cooker, ancestor of magic crucibles, reporting damage to a large device..."
Schiller glanced at the collapsed Sanctum Sanctorum buildings and estimated the volu of the pot, saying, "...200 units."
"Oh, is this a blanket?" Another agent's voice ca, and Schiller's eyes lit up for a mont. However, he soon heard the agent say, "Oh, never mind, I misread it. It's just a down jacket. Dr. Schiller, we lost a down jacket..."
Natasha, who was nearby, quickly walked over, inspected it, and said, "It's not a designer brand, so it shouldn't be worth much."
"Don't touch it!" Schiller shouted, walking up and saying, "What down jacket?! Soone, break it open. Every feather inside is the 'Legendary Enchantnt Book Writer's Ancestor Feather Pen.' How many feathers are in here?... Well, it doesn't look too thick, maybe 30,000 feathers."
Standing beside him, Natasha slapped her forehead in disbelief, clearly still amazed by Schiller's understanding of macroeconomics.
Just as Schiller was on duty and Nick ca over to inquire about the losses at the Sanctum Sanctorum, suddenly, he felt the ground beneath his feet tremble. Schiller imdiately looked in the direction of Stark Tower.
Sure enough, a pillar of light shot up into the sky, and Thor's roar echoed throughout the nearby dinsions of Earth.
"Tony Stark!
!"
Imdiately, dark clouds gathered in the sky above Earth, and countless thunderbolts surged within the clouds, creating a doomsday scene that attracted the citizens of New York. Soon after, a larger-than-life shadow of a demon god descended upon Earth. It was Iron Sorcerer Tony Stark, and he said, "Thor, let explain!
!"
But Thor showed no intention of listening to his explanation. A thunderbolt struck down from the sky, transforming into Thor's weapons, and he held Thunderbolt with Fire swirling around him.
On one side was the enormous shadow of Iron Sorcerer, surrounded by countless chanical parts, forming a city of machinery almost around him. On the other side was the towering and boundless New God of Light, with Thunderbolt singing for him and Fire dancing around him. Their divine power was exceptionally radiant.
These two demon gods, both at the pinnacle of individual space, had already transcended the dinsion of Earth the mont they appeared. As they collided, even the dinsion shattered...
Upon seeing Helen's face, Thor instantly conjured an entire story in his mind, although there wasn't much to imagine. The children were already here, so what else could it be?
But understanding this story did not an Thor could accept it. In his view, Lady Loki was not the type to be so casual. She was proud, discerning, and, more importantly, possessed the rare Asgardian reserve and purity of spirit. Yet now, she had sohow given birth to Stark's child!
And even more importantly, when Thor saw Helen, Stark was placing her on a device. It was, in fact, a dical examination device that Stark had used for his own check-ups in the past.
However, Stark's perpetual chanical aesthetics made the machine appear as if it could devour children, evoking associations with horrifying science and technology experints. Moreover, there was a terrifying-looking robot standing nearby, and the two of them were working together to place the little girl inside the machine.
Now, Thor understood why Lady Loki was so irritable. It must be this damned Stark who had taken her child, possibly even intending to conduct experints on the child.
If it were just a matter of emotional entanglents, Thor might be angry, but not to this extent. After all, he had a good relationship with Lady Loki, but it wasn't to the extent of having brotherly or sisterly feelings. He was simply concerned that his loved ones might be deceived. If Lady Loki acted stubbornly, Thor would have to reluctantly accept it.
However, if Stark not only deceived Lady Loki but also had the idea of stealing godly bloodline for experintation from the very beginning, Thor could never accept it, no matter what.
Never mind the fact that Stark's abilities and technology didn't require such actions. In fact, Asgard had faced many such situations, and the entire cosmos knew about Asgard's unique physiology. Furthermore, Asgardians had no reproductive isolation from most other races. Countless advanced civilizations had desired Asgardian genes for the purpose of creating super soldiers.
This was sothing Asgardians despised the most because it had led to several tragic events in their history. If Odin hadn't used ruthless thods to wipe out those civilizations and instill fear in others, innocent Asgardians might still be deceived emotionally and physically.
Similarly, this was one of Thor's absolute taboos, and what's more, it was his own sister who had been hard.
Thor was unprecedentedly furious, and he felt that he had never been so angry in his life. Therefore, he didn't hesitate to use all his power, with the sole purpose of eliminating the deceitful Stark.
When two demon gods at the pinnacle of individual spaces clashed, it was a catastrophe for any realm, and the situation was far from over.
Thor and Stark engaged in a fierce battle, crossing countless dinsions, their powers entwining in the vast expanse of space.
anwhile, Sif, who had finally sorted out her thoughts, was in a dark dinsion not far from Asgard. She had found an asteroid belt and intended to practice her swordsmanship.
Dinsional training, in fact, involved finding an open space to release one's power and continuously challenge the limits of their body's stored divine power. This was the way Asgardians improved their strength.
Just as Sif swung her sword, the dinsion in front of her suddenly shattered. Sif widened her eyes, looking at her own hand, thinking she had suddenly achieved enlightennt. However, the shattered dinsion fragnts continued to multiply. Sif was montarily stunned and missed the optimal mont to escape. She was thrown out by the violent Havok.
This blow was not light at all, and Phantom, the symbiote still inside Sif's body, let out a scream. Without even knowing what had happened, it quickly began repairing Sif's body.
Asgardians' bodies were not easy to repair. The injuries inflicted by the Destroyer had not fully healed, and now she was wounded even more severely.
At the sa ti, Frigga, who was currently in the Celestial Palace, suddenly furrowed her brow. She had left a mark on Sif just in case, as she was concerned that Sif might not take things well despite her apparent acceptance after their conversation. So, she had placed a magical tracking mark on her.
But now, that mark had shattered, indicating that Sif was indeed in danger. Frigga quickly pinpointed her location, opened a portal, and saw Sif lying amidst the shattered dinsion fragnts.
Frigga was furious in a mont as she sensed Thor's presence in the vicinity.
In her view, it was possible that Sif was still upset and had sought out Thor, resulting in a conflict where Thor injured Sif.
This wasn't the first ti Thor had done sothing like this. In the past, during sparring sessions, Thor's lack of restraint had led to injuries to others. Frigga had hoped that Thor had grown past such recklessness, but she hadn't expected him to lay such heavy hands on Sif, soone he had grown up with.
Initially, due to Odin's change of heart, Frigga already felt guilty when facing Sif. After all, almost all of Asgard knew that Sif was to be the future Queen. If she didn't end up marrying Thor, it would be difficult for her to manage the marriage and face criticism from all of Asgard.
Just when Frigga was feeling guilty, Thor dared to do such a thing, making Frigga extrely angry.
She retrieved her staff, which she hadn't used in a long ti, and was surrounded by a radiant magical aura. Following Thor's presence, she chased after him.
At the sa ti, phisto, who usually lingered near Earth's dinsions with nothing better to do, was passing by Earth's dinsion for the two hundredth ti today.
Just as he was engrossed in calculating his recent gains, suddenly, a massive figure darted past him, giving phisto a strong shove.
After spinning in place twice, phisto shook his head and turned to look at the departing figure, saying with so confusion, "Isn't that the one who ascended before... what's his na? Iron Man? Why is he in such a hurry? Where is he going?"
Before he could finish his sentence, another enormous shadow raced past him from the opposite direction, giving phisto another forceful shove. After spinning in the opposite direction twice, phisto stamped his goat hooves in frustration, placed his hands on his hips, and said, "Thor, the new king of Asgard? What are they up to? Racing, perhaps?"
"This scene feels a bit familiar," phisto rubbed his chin and said, "Last ti, wasn't it and The Ancient One? Wait a minute, what ti is it on Earth now? Let check... winter, November, isn't it almost... Christmas? Oh, I get it!"
phisto suddenly realized and imdiately took out his phone, dialing a few numbers. He said, "Hello? Dormammu? Have you seen those two racing in the middle of space? Co quickly! The Sanctum Sanctorum's Christmas gift has arrived!... What? Are you full? What nonsense are you talking about? Can the dark dinsion even get full?"
After hanging up the phone, phisto wore a look of frustration. Dormammu, who claid to be perpetually hungry, said he had eaten too much last ti and needed ti to digest, so he wouldn't participate this ti.
With a sigh, shaking his head, phisto continued to make calls to various major demon gods, but the conclusions he received were all the sa. The mber Gifts were just too many, and they couldn't eat anymore.
From a human perspective, an average of three mber Gifts per year was manageable, and it was considered a conscientious but not excessive operator. However, from the perspective of demon gods, it was like having three extravagant als in one second, which would leave anyone bloated.
As ntioned before, the way demon gods absorbed each other's energy ca in various forms. If they encountered soone with similar attributes, it was like eating cake. But if they faced soone with opposite attributes or mutually inhibiting attributes, they could still eat, but it would be like biting into a stone.
With mber Gifts being distributed so frequently, they couldn't even determine whether they were receiving cake or stones. Many individuals would end up with upset stomachs when they returned ho and had to squat down on the toilet. Even for demon gods with strong digestion, it would still take so ti to sort out the conflicting energies.
If these conflicting energies were allowed to rampage in the dinsions, it wouldn't help them enhance their power. Instead, it could potentially create unnecessary vulnerabilities. Those who had reached the status of major demon gods had a long-term perspective and preferred to hold onto their existing power and nurture it rather than overindulge and risk overextending themselves.
And so, phisto made dozens of phone calls but couldn't find a single person to shake the gifts with. However, at that mont, he heard a broadcast from space:
"This is The Sanctum Sanctorum of the Nine Kingdoms. Dear mbers, we would like to introduce our new deposit service to you..."
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