“Then what are you hesitating for?
Do it!” Loki cradled Thor’s “corpse,” eyes squeezed shut in agony.
Two clear tears slid down his cheeks; he was clearly heartbroken beyond measure.
He had always believed the throne was what he valued most, but with Thor’s “death,” he felt like a child jolted from a nightmare, finally understanding what truly mattered.
His struggle for the throne was merely a desperate attempt to prove to his father that he was no less than his brothers.
Killing was just a tool to establish authority, never his true intent.
Family and kin were worth a hundred times more than power.
Loki’s look of resignation almost threw Karsa off his game.
Is this your script?
Who are you acting for with this melodrama?
You’re making me look like the ultimate villain!
But they had come too far; the play had to continue, or all his efforts would be for nothing.
“Since you seek death, I shall grant it!” Karsa wore a lofty, cruel smile.
He lifted the Gáe Dearg and aimed the point directly at his brother.
“When you reach Helheim, remember to say hello to our sister, Hela, for me!” “Sister?
Hela?” Loki’s eyes snapped open in confusion, but Karsa gave him no chance to inquire, plunging the spear forward.
Pfft.
A dull thud, followed by the trickle of blood.
A pale but firm hand suddenly gripped the spear-tip.
The razor-sharp blade sliced into his palm, and crimson blood began to gush down his arm.
“You’re not dead, after all!” Karsa maintained his composure, as calm and detached as a transcendent being who had seen all the world’s wonders.
Loki stared, eyes wide as saucers, a mixture of shock and unadulterated joy on his face.
The others—Captain America, Natasha, and the rest—felt a rush of relief.
They had truly believed Thor was gone, and that Earth would face an infinite, dark future.
Of everyone present, only Iron Man saw through the charade.
A brother who had been holding back and showing mercy throughout the fight wouldn’t kill his own sibling that easily.
“I’m not that easy to kill!” Thor opened his eyes.
The orbs were flooded with blue light.
Lightning coiled around him, and an invisible force field supported his frame as he pulled himself up.
With his regal posture and the flickering electricity dancing around his skin, he actually carried the aura of a descending God of Thunder.
Unfortunately, the moment he glanced at his stunned brother, the aura shattered.
Thor broke into a goofy grin and said to Loki, “Surprise!” Loki glared at him, swiftly wiping the tears from his face.
“Do you think this is funny?” “Didn’t you used to love using this trick?” Thor shrugged, helpless against his brother’s tsundere nature.
“Hey, hey, hey!
Do I not exist?” The two ignoring him like he wasn’t there irritated Karsa.
His expression iced over.
“You can save the reunion for the afterlife; there’s no rush!” Interrupting their chat, Thor finally turned serious.
Looking at his cold, heartless brother, his emotions were a complicated mess.
He had spent his life looking up at Karsa’s back.
Now, having awakened his inner potential, the surging divine power gave him a strange, sudden intuition: If I fight him again, I will surely win!
He isn’t so invincible after all!
That one thought filled him with limitless confidence.
“Karsa, if you surrender now, I can forgive your transgressions!” “Hmm?” The crimson spear dissolved into golden dust as Karsa crossed his arms, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his golden armor—ting, ting, ting.
“My foolish brother, your tone…
it sounds like you think you’ve got me cornered?” Thor raised his hand, electricity dancing between his fingertips, the crackle of thunder loud and sharp.
“Believe me, I am not who I was moments ago!” He could say, without exaggeration, that he was at least twice as strong as he had been before.
Karsa was strong, but so was he now.
Only a fight would tell who was the superior.
The sudden influx of power had inflated Thor’s ego; he needed a harsh lesson from reality before he would ever truly submit.
As it happened, Karsa was an expert at delivering such lessons.
The rain has stopped, the sky is clear, and Thor thinks he’s in the game again!
Karsa looked at him with amusement, his tone as arrogant and dismissive as a god sitting in the Ninth Heaven.
“My foolish brother, my fists are fast.
Try to keep up!” Before the words fully landed, Karsa stepped forward.
He traveled in the blink of an eye, appearing behind the Thunder God.
Instantly, a pillar of lightning erupted from the ground, launching Thor into the air.
Before he could fall, countless more pillars intersected, sealing the sky and earth.
Thor, the mighty God of Thunder, was trapped in a relentless combo of lightning strikes.
In mid-air, he was knocked left, then slammed right, spinning like a yo-yo until a final, precise strike sent him flying back toward Karsa.
Karsa turned and delivered a single punch, perfectly timed to send Thor soaring away.
It was the signature move of Aiolia, the Gold Saint of Leo—the Lightning Plasma!
Thor, crackling with electrical sparks, tumbled dozens of meters, carving a deep trench into the lawn until he slammed into a tree and finally came to a halt.
The entire lawn went deathly silent.
“Which one of them is actually the God of Thunder?” Stark was completely lost.
Natasha was just as blank.
“I…
I think it’s Thor?” She sounded uncertain.
Captain America sighed and shook his head.
He had hoped that since Thor spoke so boldly, he would at least have the capacity to put up a fight.
But to see him collapse before Karsa even exerted himself was humiliating.
“My foolish brother, weren’t you going to forgive my transgressions?” Karsa stood with his arms crossed, as if he hadn’t moved an inch, though he had already teleported in front of Captain America.
“It’s a pity.
That idiot lost another round.
I have no choice but to stab you again!” “However, I’ve grown tired of this boring game.
This time, I’ll end you all!” He extended his index finger.
A blinding red light ignited at the tip—a flare high above the world that turned the night sky into a sea of crimson, visible for dozens of miles.
In a split second, the light concentrated into a single point of dazzling, starlit scarlet.
Terrifying energy condensed within, casting Karsa’s face in a demonic, blood-red glow.
Captain America’s terrified expression, mirrored in the crimson light, was clear for everyone to see.
“Accept your fate, vermin!
This is the decree of the gods, and it cannot be defied!” It sounded like the final judgment of the Creator resonating in the hearts of everyone present.
A wave of fury, terror, and silence washed over the lawn…
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