Marvel's Superman

Odin looked up and saw the smiling old face, and memories of the past welled up in his mind.

He and Cul were like Thor and Loki.

Only more often, Odin acted as the latter.

A character who wasn't open, honest and frank.

At the same time, Cul didn't have the righteous and just heart to qualify as a benevolent King.

There was a little darkness in their bones.

Like a glass of water, it was mixed with violence and lust for power, becoming turbid.

The two brothers cared about each other, walked with each other, parted ways, eventually turned against each other.

"Cul, you're still alive."

The God-King smiled and came up with a friendly greeting, fully demonstrating his concern for his brother.

"How could I die, Odin?"

Cul smiled; his ferocious face was full of joy.

He was happy to see Odin's defeated appearance.

"Humph!"

The God-King barely managed to pull himself up and sat on the ground.

The messy white hair was stained with dust, and the big hole in his chest hadn't healed.

The golden armor was falling apart, crumbling and broken.

Gungnir, the unparalleled spear, was taken away by that damn human.

All in all, Odin had nothing at this time and was extremely weak.

Not as powerful as the previous awe-inspiring God-King.

"Stupid brother, you shouldn't forget. I'm the King of Asgard. I've been recognized by the Yggdrasil and by the ancient gods. I'm the real King!"

Cul leaned down and spoke in a fierce tone.

"My life is connected with Asgard. Even if you master the power of the Runes, you can't erase my existence."

"And you, Odin, are just a sinister villain, a despicable usurper!"

The more Cul spoke, the angrier he became, suddenly reaching out and strangling the God-King's neck.

The power of fear, like an ominous green flame, instantly turned into a long sword and nailed him firmly to the wall.

When the sword was pierced through Odin's chest, he couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt.

Then he gritted his teeth and glared at his brother.

"You're just a cruel tyrant, Cul."

"Father made the wrong choice! He shouldn't have chosen you as King!"

Odin was nailed to the wall with a sword, and the power of fear seeped into his body.

Like maggots, they gnawed at his flesh.

While suffering unimaginable torture, he retorted, "The Vanir, the Aesir, the dwarves … you killed several of their gods, remember?"

"You skinned them, stripped them of their divine power, and forged the hammers of fear!"

"If you continue to lead Asgard, it will only be driven to the abyss of destruction."

Odin spoke with conviction, meeting Cul's cold eyes without fear.

He didn't think he did anything wrong, nor did he think it was a betrayal.

"You're still so fond of making excuses for yourself, Odin."

Asgard's God of Fear coldly said.

"Do you remember when you were a child? Once you sneaked out behind Father's back to the altar of the Vanir gods in the forest and brought back a white colt with eight legs, what was its name? Sleipnir!"

"The Vanir found out, accused the Aesir of being despicable thieves, and demanded the return of the colt. Father flew into a rage and wanted to punish you severely."

"But, no matter what Father asked, Odin, you never admitted that you had stolen the horse."

"You replied stubbornly, 'It came to me on its own,' while crying and lying."

The Serpent Cul's expression was cold, and he seemed to sense his emotions.

The green flames that linger around his body surged and turned into a long thorny whip.

Snap!

The whip struck Odin's torso, creating a bloody scar and tearing away a piece of flesh.

"Finally, Father believed you. For this reason, he believed you and quarreled with Vanir over it. It got very unpleasant."

Cul sneered and laughed.

He knew his brother too well.

Odin loved to cover up his mistakes with grandiose and generous words.

Flaunting justice and gaining a false reputation!

After so many years, nothing had changed.

"Odin, you will never change. You're still the thief who stole the colt and lied about it."

"You stole the throne from me and then told the world that it was because of my cruelty and tyranny that you overthrew my reign."

"This lie has been told so many times and for so long that you even fooled yourself."

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Cul raised his thorny whip and struck repeatedly, without mercy.

Odin, who had lost the ability to resist, could only let him do what he wanted and endure the pain.

"Asgard's fate is sealed. When Ragnarok comes, the gods will fall."

"The Flame Giant Surtur, The Ultimate Judgement Mangog, and countless more enemies who will burn Asgard to the ground."

"The moment I ascended the throne, I saw the broken fragments of the final moment in the spinning threads woven by the Norn Sisters."

"The strength of an Allfather is far from enough to cope with it."

"So, I wanted to become stronger than Those Who Sit Above in Shadow, to surpass Father and break the limits!"

Cul whipped Odin until he was drenched in blood, and only then did he stop.

In order to prevent him from waking up, the other party erased his existence from Asgard's history.

No one knew Cul's name, the God of Fear, and his strength gradually weakened.

If not for the fact that in the early years, the tale of how he forged the eight hammers of fear was written down in a book and left in Midgard...

Perhaps, the Serpent would sleep under the deep sea until he was completely forgotten.

This whip, at most, was only a tiny bit of his revenge.

As for the rest, he would pay it back in double!

With this in mind, Cul, with malice rising within him, slowly said, "The eight hammers of fear are only the beginning. With my plan, they will destroy the other eight realms and draw the power of fear from billions of living beings, thus forging my true power. "

"Then, I will be able to do everything I can to cut the thread of Asgard's destiny!"

Odin looked at Cul, who was revealing the truth, with the eyes of a madman.

He thought that he, himself, was cold-blooded enough to sacrifice billions of humans in Midgard to prevent Cul from fully awakening.

But compared with Cul, he was a junior -- in every sense.

Destroying eight realms and forging eight hammers of fear-- too insane.

Among the Nine Realms, only Asgard would be left!

All other realms and all other races would be sacrificed!

"Look at your hesitation. It's hypocritical and disgusting. "

Cul said in disgust.

"You could sacrifice Midgard and become a cold-blooded executioner to save Asgard. But you aren't willing to sacrifice more and bear infamy. Why do I have a brother like you?"

He raised his hand and conjured up an eerie green flame, which formed eight long swords, piercing Odin's hands and feet, acting like nails to a stake.

Then the newly awakened God of Fear turned around with his hands behind his back.

"Rest assured. I won't kill you, Odin."

"I want you to see with your own eyes, my army of fear sweeping through Midgard and storming Asgard, crushing your lies and your accomplishments. "

Odin closed his eyes in pain and struggled to say, "Aren't you afraid of Thor? He is the one who's destined to kill you!"

"Hahaha, this is the difference between us. "

Cul, the Serpent, was full of confidence. His rickety body slowly straightened.

"I don't believe in destiny! The prophecy says the God of Thunder is the one who will kill the Serpent. "

"But, since I'm determined to stop Ragnarok, why would I be afraid of Thor?"

He bent down and put his palm on the cold, hard, frozen soil.

The green flames spread like wild weeds.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

As if the door of the underworld had opened, rotting skeletons, like a tidal wave, came out.

They were wearing armor, holding swords and spears, with empty eye sockets and burning green flames.

Some were riding nightmarish bone horses or riding ghastly white bone dragons.

It was like a vast ocean with no end in sight.

This was an army!

Cul held the key to open the Nibelung.

He could summon the undead warriors from the land of the dead at any time.

"My daughter, go! Lead them to spread fear throughout the world! Let everyone die, trembling in despair!"

Cul pointed his hand, and a black ship appeared on the icy sea.

The mast was covered with dead bodies, and the canvas was torn and tattered as if decaying.

"Allfather! By your will!"

Sinthea, the daughter of Red Skull, knelt on one leg, gripped the war hammer, and nodded vigorously.

She wanted to accomplish the grand task that her father failed to achieve!

Destroying the world!

  ...

  ...

Asgard, Royal Palace of Valaskjalf.

"Unfortunately, I have some news for you."

Luke looked at Thor, who had just been released from prison, with a sorrowful face.

"Odin, who had a momentary lapse, fell into the hands of the awakened Cul."

Inside the hall, the gatekeeper Heimdall rolled his eyes.

He watched the whole battle. The God-King was clearly thrown over like a lead ball.

The goddess Freyja's face was expressionless and silent.

Only Thor, who doubted, said, "Wasn't Father fighting with you...?"

"I just had a friendly spar with Odin. He is the God-King of Asgard, and I'm the Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar Taj. We are in the same camp; why would we go against each other? "

Luke said righteously with a big wave of his hand.

"So, why is Odin's spear, Gungnir, in your possession?"

Loki pointed and asked weakly.

In the Sorcerer Supreme battle, she saw Superman's strength and was too afraid to fight him.

Moreover, the other party gave Odin a good beating.

This made Loki's heart happy. She couldn't wait for Superman to step up his efforts.

"Ah, this ... was given to me personally by Odin before he fell into Cul's hands. "

Luke gripped Gungnir, coughed twice, cleared his throat, and said, "As we all know, a crisis is coming. Not only for Earth, but also for Asgard, and the entire Nine Realms."

"Odin and I, one representing the Earth and the other, Asgard, were supposed to form an alliance to fight against the God of Fear."

"However, in the process of learning from each other, Odin was ambushed, and he was captured alive by Cul. The present situation is also very dangerous."

"I think he gave Gungnir to me because he hopes I can join hands with Thor, to stop this crisis and rescue the God-King at the same time."

Luke's face looked serious. He was talking nonsense without even blinking.

He didn't believe Thor would reject him, with the Earth at stake and his father in the hands of the enemy.

The eight Worthy, the legion of the dead, plus the Serpent, Cul, who was once an Allfather, hadn't come here yet.

What could Asgard do against the God of Fear without Odin in his seat?

It was obviously not a wise choice to fight alone without the Sorcerer Supreme.

This was also the reason why Heimdall didn't puncture Luke's remarks out loud, and the goddess Freyja didn't say a word.

Patience for a moment of calm, taking a step back and looking at the bigger picture.

If they had any grudges, wait until they killed the Serpent and rescued Odin.

If they really wanted to turn against him, who could be Luke's opponent?

"Thor, the Sorcerer Supreme should be telling the truth."

Finally, Freyja spoke.

"Right now, the most important thing is to fight against Cul. Other issues should be put aside for the time being."

The graceful and honorable queen spoke with deep meanings in her words.

Luke gently smiled as if he didn't notice it.

If he could beat Odin once, he could beat him a second time.

Right now, in the Nine Realms, Superman was sitting at the top spot.

Unless Thor could surpass his father, understanding of the Runes on a whole new level and become the "Rune King Thor"...

Otherwise, Luke believed that he had no rivals.

"The Goddess had a point. The Worthy have appeared. The power of the Avengers alone won't be able to stop them. "

Luke, who bore the Sorcerer Supreme title, skillfully took over the reins.

In addition to sacrificing Midgard and preparing to bombard the Earth using the Bifrost, Odin also made other plans.

The palace had been turned into an armament factory, with all kinds of armor and weapons being produced like flowing water.

Those enchanted swords could be effective in killing the undead warriors.

Several Asgard legions were summoned back from other realms, ready to fight.

It seemed that Odin was prepared for the worst.

"But the Bifrost is destroyed. How are we going to get to Earth?"

Thor frowned and asked.

All eyes were focused on Luke.

The latter looked calm and didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"The destruction of the Bifrost is actually a good thing. "

Luke seriously said.

"Don't forget, Cul was once the King of Asgard -- what? You don't know yet? Let Loki tell you more about it later."

Thor, released from prison, scratched his head. He felt that he had missed a lot of things.

Cul the Serpent, the Worthy...

This was the first time he had heard of this.

"Maybe he has some kind of means to control the Bifrost and reverse the transmission of his legion to Asgard, which will lead the wolf into the house."

Luke showed an 'everything is within expectations' look, while Thor was dubious.

"As for how to get to Earth, Thor, it's up to you!"

He pointed to the God of Thunder, the chubby guy shrinking in the corner.

The sunglasses-wearing, bearded Thor, walked up to them with a shameless stride.

"I know a way!"

He once avoided the Bifrost with Loki, traveling from the dark underground river to other realms.

"Is this fat man reliable?"

Thor, who was holding Mjolnir, didn't look good.

He hated the other party. Not only because he had the same name as himself but also because of his bloated figure, greasy smell, and decadent lifestyle ...

What's more, this guy was always staring at Loki, giggling, and always acting attentively.

Thor was obliged to smash him with his hammer if he had any bad intentions towards his sister!

"Who are you calling a fat man?"

The chubby Thor felt offended.

"What about a different name -- One-eyed fatty?"

Thor sneered.

"Wow, I never knew I was so annoying."

The chubby Thor shook his head and opened his palm. The Stormbreaker flew in the air.

"Want a taste of my ax?! You rude, uneducated bastard!"

Thor, unafraid, held up Mjolnir with great fury and asked, "Have you ever been hit by a hammer?"

"To be honest, I don't want it to touch your fat and greasy body. It would be disgusting. "

A tall chubby man, against a strong warrior in armor.

The closer the two Gods of Thunder got, the stronger sense of tension filled the air.

It seemed that, in the next moment...

They were going to fight and beat each other up.

"That's enough! Shut up, both of you!"

Loki, who couldn't stand it, shouted.

"Master Sorcerer Supreme, I know an underground river leading to Midgard. I can lead the way."

"Let these two idiots continue to argue. We'll go first."

After saying that, Loki, wearing a green cloak, stormed out of the hall on her long legs.

"Humph, for Loki's sake, I'll let you off this time, you fat bastard. "

Thor said.

"Humph. For Loki's sake, I have decided not to beat the shit out of you, cocky bastard!"

The chubby God of Thunder said.

The two men glared at each other, then unanimously caught up with Loki, who ran away.

'Is this some kind of alternative ... no man's land? The battle between two girls... I mean.. boyfriends?'

Luke froze in place. The entanglement between the three Asgardians is a bit complicated.

'One Thor wanted to be the brother-in-law of another Thor?'

'Or, was one Thor cuckolding the other Thor?'

'Cuckolding yourself?'

It was too confusing.

Luke shook his head, threw Gungnir to Heimdall, and followed them.

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