"Destroyer!" Sif gasped.
As an Asgardian warrior, she recognized the towering tal giant imdiately. The Destroyer was one of Asgard's most terrifying weapons, a war machine personally controlled by Odin himself and powered by the Eternal Fla. Once activated without a direct command to stop, it would continue its slaughter until nothing remained.
But the real shock ca a second later.
As the smoke cleared completely, several Frost Giants erged behind the Destroyer.
No explanation was needed.
Even an idiot could piece it together. Loki had reached so kind of agreent with the Frost Giants. An agreent to kill Thor here on Earth.
"The Destroyer isn't an enemy we can handle," Thor said grimly. "Everyone needs to leave. Now."
If he still possessed his power, Thor would have welcod the fight. But in his current mortal state, everyone present combined would amount to little more than corpses scattered across the pavent.
The more skilled soone beca at manipulation, the more intoxicating it felt to move others like pieces across a board.
And because of that, betrayal beca unbearable.
Back in Asgard, those fools who constantly followed Thor around had always questioned Loki's plans. No matter what happened, they remained blindly loyal to his idiotic brother.
And Odin...
Odin had lied to him too.
The King of the Gods never had a second son.
Loki was nothing more than a Frost Giant child raised as a hostage.
That realization had hollowed him out from the inside. The family he had trusted for centuries had been built on deception. Everything he believed in suddenly felt counterfeit.
So Loki wanted revenge.
Revenge against everyone who had ever looked down on him.
Especially the four warriors obsessed with Thor and the gatekeeper who had openly opposed him.
Now Odin slept in the Odinsleep, and Thor, all muscle and no brains, had been exiled to Earth.
There would never be a better opportunity.
Holding Gungnir, Odin's spear, Loki stood as acting ruler of Asgard. With authority over the Bifrost and the throne itself, he invoked powers reserved for Odin alone.
Including the summoning of the Destroyer.
"My foolish brother... and the four idiots who follow him," Loki muttered coldly. "This ti, I'll burn every last one of you to ash."
The massive tal construct marched forward.
Loki guided it toward the Bifrost, where it joined the Frost Giants sent by King Laufey.
Truthfully, Loki despised the Frost Giants. But tools were tools.
Originally, his plan had been simple. Allow the Frost Giants close to the sleeping Odin, then personally kill them with Gungnir and the Destroyer, proving himself worthy of the throne in the process.
But plans changed.
The Warriors Three secretly traveling to Earth had forced him to improvise.
"Go," Loki ordered. "Kill every target. And bring my brother's corpse."
Even wielding Gungnir, Loki only possessed partial control over the Destroyer. Replicating Odin's ability to use it against entire pantheons was impossible.
Still, this was more than enough.
Against those fools, the Destroyer was unstoppable.
Loki believed himself smarter than all of them. He knew when to act and how to act. Even after learning the truth of his origins, he still considered himself Asgardian.
Frigga had treated him with genuine love.
Because of that, he had even made plans against Jotunheim itself.
Unfortunately for him, he was using the Destroyer completely wrong.
By the ti the Destroyer and Frost Giants arrived, the town had already been evacuated.
Under S.W.O.R.D.'s highest-level disaster protocols, so civilians had fled so fast they were probably halfway to another country by now.
Humanity really was evolving.
When danger appeared, people unlocked miraculous sprinting capabilities. At this rate, future generations might casually run sub-ten-second hundred ters out of sheer inherited survival instinct.
"There's no ti left! Get in the car!" Phil Coulson shouted as he pulled up beside them.
Judging from his expression, he had already accepted that the town was about to be flattened.
"This is Earth's battlefield now," Drex Valen said calmly. "Once you recover your power, return to Asgard and stop Loki."
The sheer righteousness in his tone visibly moved the Asgardians.
Only Coulson looked deeply suspicious.
Drex Valen was absolutely a genius. But he wasn't the isolated-lab-coat type. He understood people frighteningly well. The very existence of S.W.O.R.D. proved that.
There was no way soone like him suddenly beca a selfless hero.
Still...
Not his problem.
The people getting manipulated were Asgardians.
Thor imdiately left to retrieve Mjolnir and reclaim his strength, while the others stayed behind.
Among the four Asgardian warriors, three charged the Destroyer head-on without hesitation. Only Sif had enough tactical sense to circle around for a flank attack.
Tank, damage dealers, coordinated assault.
Four versus one.
What could possibly go wrong?
Drex watched as Volstagg, Fandral, and Hogun were casually smashed aside one after another.
Sif lasted barely longer.
"...You people are unbelievably weak."
At the sa ti, the Frost Giants launched their assault toward Drex and the S.W.O.R.D. agents.
The agents calmly raised their atomic pistols.
Blue streaks of energy tore through the air like miniature cots.
The Frost Giants, elite warriors by their own standards, exploded into shredded chunks the instant the shots connected.
Drex almost rolled his eyes.
Don't lie to . I've read the comics.
The Frost Giants were honestly one of the least threatening enemies Asgard regularly dealt with. The only reason they remained relevant was because they constantly rebelled against Asgard.
In other words, their combat ability was painfully diocre.
They were basically ice mages trying to roleplay as tanks.
Then the agents aid their atomic pistols at the Destroyer.
Blue energy rounds slamd into the armor...
...and instantly disintegrated without even producing an explosion.
Of course they did.
The Destroyer Armor was sothing Odin himself once used to fight Celestials head-on.
Forged by Eitri, King of the Dwarves, and blessed by countless gods after its creation.
And not just Asgardian gods.
The blessings ca from entire divine pantheons: Heaven, Olympus, Asgard, Egypt, and more. A ridiculous collection of Skyfather-level entities had empowered the armor.
At that point, even a pig wearing the Destroyer could probably ascend into a cosmic-level threat.
"What a terrible situation," Drex said expressionlessly.
If the Destroyer truly carried the blessings of multiple pantheons, then that ant the Council of Godheads existed in this universe too.
Comic-book-scale insanity.
Still...
He had Doomsday Superman.
So he wasn't particularly worried.
"Coulson," Drex said, eyes fixed on the advancing Destroyer, "get everyone out of here."
His voice remained calm.
"This is probably about to beco... a God-level disaster."
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