Marvel's Superman

Chapter 407 - 405 How The Sorcerer Supreme Fights With His Fists.

Odin wasn't a good man.

Although he looked like a kind old man.

At most, there were some stubbornness, arrogance, and prideful faults.

But this was only the surface.

Odin had lived a long life.

He had experienced enough power struggles, brutal fights, and years of warfare to finally reach old age.

Asgard, the chariot, gradually stopped galloping.

Therefore, he wanted to be a kind, wise, and prudent ruler.

Leaving a good reputation in the history books of later generations.

The existence of his elder brother Cul and his eldest daughter Hela were all erased.

Only beautiful whitewashed legends were left, which were spread as stories.

Nowadays, few people would mention how Odin treated his enemies when Asgard was expanding its territory.

At that time, he was a famous warmonger in the Nine Realms.

Of course, the blame finally fell on Hel's head.

This was just like Odin, stabbing his brother in the back, for the sake of Asgard, for the sake of love and peace.

He could always find the right excuse to wash the blood off his hands.

From this point of view, Odin did meet the requirements of being a King.

"I remember the reason why you rebelled against Cul. It was because he was too brutal and would lead Asgard into the abyss of destruction."

Luke stepped onto the Bifrost, step by step. Heimdall stood in front of him in a vigilant, guarded posture.

"His Majesty Odin, who could replace him as the new King, doesn't seem to be much better than his elder brother."

"Or is it that in your eyes, lives in other worlds are worthless, and only Asgardians have the right to survive?"

In the face of Luke's questioning, Odin was silent.

The complicated mood only lasted for a moment and then dissipated.

Compared with Thor's life and Asgard's survival, his inner moral dilemma was too insignificant.

Odin was very decisive, not entangled.

He raised the Gungnir in his hand and pointed his spear at the overly young-looking Sorcerer Supreme.

"I will not justify my actions. Right or wrong, even if the Ancient One was here today, it won't prevent the destruction of Earth."

As the most powerful and strongest of the Nine Realms, Odin and the Ancient One sat on equal footing at the top two positions.

Behind the Sorcerer Supreme stood the Vishanti, and Asgard also had 'Those Who Sit Above in Shadow' as its backer.

To really fight, Odin thought that it was an evenly matched 50-50 situation. Nothing to be afraid of.

Since the Ancient One wasn't here with them, it may not be a good decision.

His successor was even less qualified.

So, the King of Asgard issued a declaration of war.

"Time is running out. The Serpent has recovered. I originally thought that I could migrate some human beings to other worlds and preserve the fires of your civilization, but by the time Heimdall noticed this, it was too late."

Odin slowed down his tone, although he took a tough stance of 'if you want to fight, I will fight'.

But if it wasn't necessary, he didn't want to get into too much trouble with the Sorcerer Supreme's people.

While using force to deter, he used words to defuse.

It can be said that Odin played this set of tactics very wisely, worthy of being a King for so long.

"Gee, Thor, you see. This is your father's style of doing things."

Luke didn't appreciate it at all and sneered, "Obviously, you're a slaughterer. Still, you have to comfort yourself and deceive others, saying you have no choice."

The God of Thunder, a chubby guy wearing sunglasses, shook his head and firmly said, "My father, the Odin of my universe, would never do this."

'Bullsh*t!'

'That's the movie universe for you.'

'Everything was politically correct.'

'How could the Earth be destroyed?'

Luke laughed and thought so silently.

However, the comic universe didn't have so many scruples. For the sake of sales and publicity, under the release of self-indulgence, superheroes could slay the whole world.

"Thor?"

Odin, who wanted to shout a reprimand, only then noticed the greasy fat man standing behind Luke.

The messy hair, the pregnant-like belly, and the big, round, somewhat deformed face.

It made Odin wonder if he was mistaken.

How could this be his son!?

The strong, tall, and handsome Thor!

"To be honest, I don't really want to call a world-destroying butcher Father, even though you are, in a way, my Father."

The chubby Thor scratched his head, shrugged, and said so.

Odin refreshed his perception of the world by bombarding Earth with the Bifrost.

He never thought that his father would do such a cruel thing.

Who told Odin to instill in Thor that a King should be kind, wise, tolerant and dignified, since childhood.

It was just a speech, but he didn't expect Thor to really listen to it.

This should be the 'failure' of his family's education!

"That's it. That's the end of this father-son bonding time. Thor, you step back."

Luke rubbed his palm like a warm-up exercise before a boxing match.

He looked up at the clear sky where the clouds had cleared, and the golden palace stood like a mountain peak.

Seemingly pitying and regretful.

Then he softly said, "What a pity."

"It's better to go back to the hands-on part that I'm more familiar with, and you're more used to."

Luke withdrew the emotions from his eyes and curved the corners of his mouth into a slight smile.

"If I were to reason with someone, I don't think I would be able to talk my way out of a situation that would make Odin, the King of the Nine Realms, take a step back and compromise."

"Similarly, you can't use a hypocritical excuse for me to turn around and destroy the blue planet together with you."

"So, let's just talk with our fists."

Odin took a deep breath at his words.

As if he had made a decision, his eyes turned indifferent.

He urged the eight-legged horse to fly into the sky gradually.

Large gloomy clouds surged again, like rushing waves, one after another, blotting out the clear sky and casting a terrifying shadow.

Lightning, thunder, tearing through the dark curtain, emitting light, and sound that shook the world as if it were special effects on stage.

"Please move aside."

Luke took a step forward when the chubby God of Thunder drew far away.

Heimdall raised his sword. Before he could launch an attack, he felt a strong palm pressing on his head.

Then, there was a violent roar in his ear.

The surging waves of air struck his face, causing a painful sensation.

Heimdall felt an overwhelming force attacking, and his body lost control.

Boom!

Asgard's gatekeeper turned into a cannonball, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and fell under the Bifrost.

"You're much ruder than the Ancient One."

Odin's eyes looked calm. No one could see any emotions.

The Gungnir, held in the right hand, was glowing with lighting.

The original power of the Runes surged and boiled. All of Asgard slightly trembled as if responding to Odin's demand.

Heavy pressure squeezed the air, causing people almost to suffocate.

Obviously, Luke's actions aroused Odin's anger.

Boom!

A terrifying thunderbolt as thick as a mountain peak descended from the sky.

The huge amount of energy alone was enough to crush steel and turn it into powder.

The thunderbolt directly smashed down, enveloping Luke, who didn't dodge.

The aftermath spread out, and the Bifrost shook.

A cluster of intense light burst out. The temperature was so high; it could melt gold and iron.

However--

The sturdy figure in the middle of it didn't waver.

Luke's face was expressionless. He held out both hands.

The huge thunderbolt, as thick as a mountain peak, was torn apart by his fierce strength.

The world suddenly turned quiet!

The slithering bolt of electricity pulsated, the damaged battle suit was healed as before, and there wasn't even a scratch on him.

He was Superdemon!

He had no fear towards Odin's magical Rune powers!

"It's my turn."

Luke caught the surprise on Asgard's King's face and smiled gently.

He flew up into the sky and threw his fist.

Boom! Boom!

Atmospheric bursts instantly overshadowed the loud thunder.

At that moment, Odin's expression turned grave.

He saw Sorcerer Supreme's fist stirring the storm clouds. The terrifying force caused friction in the air, releasing a dazzling red light.

The surrounding moisture vaporized, and the temperature suddenly increased. It was similar to being in a furnace.

The rampant airflow, the constant loud explosions.

The air was frantically compressed, sweeping away everything and crushing everything as if it was the solid matter!

The nearby protruding peaks were affected by the wave and immediately disintegrated and turned into powder.

He could see the terrifying effect!

With one hand on the reins and the other on the Gungnir, Odin effortlessly broke through the terrible storm that was coming at him.

The eight-legged Sleipnir neighed as if proudly stating the might of the Allfather.

But, in the next second.

Odin's expression drastically changed, no longer as calm as before.

"Stop!"

The sound of an angry shout exploded, bombarding Asgard.

The terrifying sound wave carrying infinite anger sent ripples of intense waves, visible to the naked eye.

It turned out that Luke's fist was not aimed at Odin.

His goal was the Bifrost!