Chapter 26
The Dark Quadrant burned under the fury of Asgard.
The invasion had begun with Odin's divine wrath, but the battle raged on in the hands of his warriors.
Thor's hammer crashed through enemy ranks, lightning dancing across the battlefield as Asgardian forces pushed forward.
Loki was nowhere to be seen—his illusions and deception worked from the shadows, turning Chitauri warriors against each other.
The Warriors Three and Lady Sif tore through enemy forces with precise, brutal efficiency.
Victory was within reach.
Or so they thought.
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A shockwave ripped through the battlefield.
An invisible force swept across the war-torn ground, sending Asgardian warriors flying like leaves in a storm.
The air grew heavy.
Something had arrived.
A figure in a white robe landed at the edge of the battlefield, his presence shifting the tides of war in an instant.
Lin Fan had returned.
His golden gaze swept across the carnage.
He saw Odin standing tall, his warriors at his side.
He saw the burning cities, the ruined structures, the bodies littering the ground.
And he exhaled.
For a moment, he didn't move.
Then, his voice cut through the chaos.
"Asgard," Lin Fan murmured. "I wanted to wait a little longer to clean you up."
His gaze darkened.
"But it seems you were in a hurry to die."
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The Asgardian warriors nearest to him reacted instantly.
"Kill him!"
Weapons were drawn. Divine energy crackled.
Lin Fan barely lifted a finger.
A pulse of energy erupted outward, and in an instant—
Hundreds of Asgardian warriors were blown apart.
The ground beneath them was painted red, their armor shattered into dust.
Silence followed.
Then—
A thunderous boom.
A figure descended from the heavens, landing directly in front of Lin Fan.
Towering. Massive. Cloaked in divine energy.
Týr, the God of War.
He gripped his colossal blade, his expression cold.
"Wicked one," Týr growled. "I will take your head."
Lin Fan tilted his head slightly.
"Týr, huh?" He let out a short laugh. "And here I thought the title of 'God of War' meant something."
Týr's eyes flashed with rage.
Lin Fan folded his arms.
"Tell me, Týr. Have you ever left Asgard? Have you ever fought someone who wasn't beneath you?"
Týr's fist clenched around his sword.
Lin Fan sighed.
"You should've stayed in your little golden city."
Týr let out a roar that shook the battlefield.
Divine power surged through his veins as his massive form expanded, his body growing until he was a colossal warrior, towering over Lin Fan.
He hurled his sword aside and lunged forward, his hands reaching to crush Lin Fan between his palms.
The sheer force of his attack was enough to crack the very air.
But—
Lin Fan didn't move.
He raised a single hand.
And with the flick of his index finger—
Týr's entire body exploded into a cloud of blood.
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Silence.
The battlefield froze.
Where Týr had stood—
There was nothing left.
Not a corpse. Not even a single bone.
Only mist.
Lin Fan lowered his hand.
He looked up at the burning sky, where Odin watched from above.
And he smiled.
"Asgard," Lin Fan said softly.
"Your move."
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