Chapter 27
The battlefield was eerily silent.
Týr, the God of War, was dead.
The strongest warrior of the Aesir—the one who had once wrestled the Wolf God Fenrir to a standstill—had been erased from existence in an instant.
His sword, once a symbol of his unmatched strength, lay embedded in the ground.
The Asgardian warriors stared in disbelief.
For thousands of years, they had known war. Conquered realms. Defeated titans.
Yet today, in the span of mere seconds, their greatest warrior had been reduced to mist.
The silence shattered.
A furious roar tore across the battlefield, thick with rage and disbelief.
"Bold fanatic! You dare murder the gods?!"
A figure blazed across the battlefield, moving faster than lightning.
Baldur, the God of Light.
His sword of pure radiance cut through the air, aiming for Lin Fan's throat.
This blade—crafted by the Dwarves—was said to be able to slice through Uru metal itself.
Baldur could already see it—the moment his blade cut Lin Fan into thousands of pieces.
But then—
The impossible happened.
The blade stopped.
Not because of magic. Not because of an energy barrier.
Lin Fan had caught it.
With just two fingers.
The battlefield held its breath.
"Aesir," Lin Fan murmured, his voice laced with boredom. "Is this all you have?"
Baldur's eyes widened in horror.
His divine power surged, trying to push forward—but his blade wouldn't move.
Lin Fan's fingers didn't budge.
And then—
Snap.
A small flick of Lin Fan's fingers—
And Baldur's entire body exploded into blood mist.
The Aesir had lost another god.
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"BALDUR!"
Odin's shout tore through the battlefield, carrying the raw fury of a god who had ruled for millennia.
Lightning raged across the heavens. The ground trembled beneath his grief.
His firstborn son was dead.
Not in glorious battle.
Not at Ragnarok.
But at the hands of an outsider—a monster.
Odin's breath was heavy, his grip on Gungnir tightening until the divine spear cracked.
He had lived for eons. Conquered realms. Slain titans.
Yet never had he known rage as he did now.
His entire body shone with divine might, the very sky darkening under his wrath.
"You have taken my son from me," Odin said, his voice heavy with grief and rage.
The air vibrated with power.
"You will know the fury of a god."
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Odin moved.
He didn't hesitate.
Gungnir ignited with celestial fire as he threw it with all his might.
A streak of golden light tore through space, faster than thought.
Lin Fan tilted his head ever so slightly—
And the spear brushed past his cheek, grazing him.
Blood trickled down Lin Fan's face.
For the first time in this new life—he had been cut.
Lin Fan's eyes flickered.
His fingers brushed the wound.
Then—
He grinned.
"Not bad."
Odin didn't stop.
The All-Father descended upon Lin Fan like a collapsing star, his every step sending shockwaves through the battlefield.
Gungnir returned to his grasp instantly, spinning in his hands as he unleashed a barrage of divine slashes.
Lin Fan met them head-on.
Their clash shook the realm itself.
Every strike from Gungnir tore apart the heavens, ripping through space like a blade through flesh.
Lin Fan countered with his bare hands, parrying and deflecting the divine weapon at impossible angles.
They moved faster than the eye could follow.
Each exchange sent shockwaves tearing through the battlefield, obliterating anything caught in the aftermath.
The Chitauri and Asgardians alike were forced to retreat, unable to survive in the presence of these two gods.
For the first time since his reincarnation—Lin Fan was engaged.
And he liked it.
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Odin drove Gungnir forward, aiming straight for Lin Fan's heart.
Lin Fan twisted, the spear narrowly missing—but Odin was already moving.
A fist wreathed in divine energy crashed into Lin Fan's jaw, sending him flying backward.
Lin Fan skidded across the battlefield, his feet carving trenches into the ruined ground.
He stopped himself just before slamming into a crumbling fortress.
Slowly, he lifted his head, golden eyes shining with exhilaration.
"That actually hurt," Lin Fan admitted. "You're not bad, old man."
Odin didn't answer.
His gaze was cold.
"I am the All-Father," Odin said. "I have ruled the Nine Realms for millennia."
Gungnir pulsed with divine might.
"And you… are a mistake."
Odin raised his spear high.
Lightning surged. Cosmic flames ignited.
The very fabric of reality quaked beneath his will.
A single divine rune burned into existence in the air before him.
A word of power, carrying the weight of Odin's true authority.
Lin Fan's grin widened.
"You're finally serious?"
He raised his own hand.
A glowing disc of pure energy formed in his palm, spinning rapidly.
A technique Majin Buu had once learned from a mere human.
Kienzan.
A blade of energy, sharp enough to cut through anything.
Odin hurled Gungnir at full force.
Lin Fan flicked his wrist.
Two unstoppable forces collided.
A flash of white light tore through the battlefield.
The energy disc vanished—then reappeared behind Odin.
The battlefield fell silent.
Odin's body remained standing.
For a single moment—
Then—
A thin line of golden divine blood split across his chest.
His entire torso was cut in half.
Odin, the All-Father, had been slain.
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The Asgardian flagship trembled as its core was severed.
A ship, once grand enough to darken the skies, was now falling.
Its metal frame split perfectly down the middle, cut as cleanly as if it had never been whole.
The sky itself was painted gold with divine blood.
Lin Fan slowly lowered his hand.
The battlefield, once filled with the fury of gods, was now silent.
His golden gaze turned toward the remaining Asgardians.
He smirked.
"Who's next?"
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