Bifrost was Asgard's channel to all the other worlds and the most powerful strategic weapon.

  Relying on the massive World Tree, it drew a steady stream of energy and formed a complete circulation system, which was usually supervised and guarded by Heimdall.

  Such a magnificent project took a hundred years to complete.

  The Dwarves of Nidavellir, as well as the skillful craftsmen of the Aesir, joined hands to create this masterpiece.

  It wasn't only Asgard's shield for defense but also a spear for the attack.

  It goes without saying how important it was.

  From the beginning, Luke didn't want to fight Odin directly.

  If two Allfather-level beings fought at the top, it would be a tough collision. Distinguishing a winner wouldn't happen in a short time.

  Their physical ability, spirit, and vitality had long surpassed the ordinary, which was difficult to predict.

  If one party wanted to kill the other party, a great price needed to be paid.

  So, instead of spending time fighting Odin.

  It was better to destroy the Bifrost that was threatening Earth as soon as possible, and this should be the top priority.

  A false move successfully distracted Odin's attention.

  Luke swung his fist and threw it down.

  The Bifrost itself was strong and unshakeable.

  In the movie universe, Thor was trying to stop Loki from destroying Jotunheim and exterminating the Frost Giants.

  He smashed the Bifrost with Mjolnir, trying to destroy the Bifrost, which was releasing terrifying energy.

  But in the face of Superman's iron fist, not to mention the Bifrost, even the giant floating island carrying Asgard, could hardly withstand the fierce impact of this formidable force.

  "Stop!"

  At the same time, Odin noticed Luke's real intentions and shouted angrily.

  He tugged at the reins and urged Sleipnir to move.

  Stepping on thunder, Sleipnir was like a bolt of lightning, passing through the dark sky.

  It took only one breath to burst in front of Luke.

  Odin's Gungnir carved out a powerful trajectory, pointing directly at the Sorcerer Supreme!

  However,

  It was still too late.

  Crack!

  The terrifying force of the fist bombarded the Bifrost without reservation.

  The huge bridge across Asgard, connecting the palace and Yggdrasil…


  Like a delicate and fragile piece of porcelain, a fierce crack blossomed on it.

  The energy surging within the Bifrost seemed to have found a way to breakthrough.

  A torrent of dazzling colors bursts out of control!

  The wide bridge body, which could hold several carriages running side by side, was split in the middle, and translucent fragments were scattered everywhere.

  The observatory, which served as the hub, was instantly flooded with a mass of intense light.

  The wreckage fell into the endless vortex of emptiness.

  The aftermath of the energy wave created a powerful circle of air that shook throughout Asgard.

  The guards of Asgard quickly assembled, and they witnessed this scene.

  Terrible storms stirred up the air currents and created whirlpools.

  On the calm sea, there were huge waves.

  It was like a white wall separating heaven and earth, pushing towards the direction of the palace.

  Despair!

  The guards lost their will to fight!

  Looking at the huge waves that could destroy Asgard, they inevitably felt an irresistible sense of despair.

  Bang!

  Gungnir cut through the air and failed to hit Luke.

  A bright silver light extended from his hand and turned into a sharp sword, shattering Odin's certain shot.

  The Tenth Metal from the studio next door was completely fearless against Gungnir's unparalleled sharpness.

  The spear and sword collide, sending out ear-splitting sound waves and blowing up big waves.

  Seeing the impact from the explosion of the Bifrost, triggering landslides and tsunamis…


  A trace of anger and hatred swept through Odin's eyes. As he rode the eight-legged horse, he turned around.

  The Runes triggered thunder, causing friction in the atmosphere and bringing up the temperature.

  In a few breaths, the white wall formed by the giant wave evaporated, and a large cloud of mist rose up and covered Asgard.

  Seeing the God King's move, the guards of Asgard swept away the despair in their eyes and let out a fervent cheer.

  But Odin's expression wasn't even remotely happy.

  On the contrary, he had been furious to the extreme. His killing intent was burning, completely leaving behind the scruples associated with the Vishanti and the Ancient One.

  Losing the Bifrost, Asgard would, for a short time, lose its only weapon that could destroy the Earth.

  It also meant that he could only sit back and watch the Serpent, Cul, grow stronger and lead his army to slay Asgard.

  "You have succeeded in bringing Earth and Asgard, together, to the brink of extinction. "

  Odin's line of sight was locked on the sturdy figure standing in mid-air.

  A dark red cloak fluttered like a flag.

  "If you really want to protect Asgard and your people, sacrifice everything and take the blame for it. "

  Luke felt Odin's intense momentum building up and climbing and thought that this was probably the most dangerous opponent he had ever encountered.

  "Your benevolent, wise, and mighty Majesty, King of the Gods, why are you not willing to sacrifice your own son, Thor?"

  "The prophecy says that only the God of Thunder can kill the Serpent and end the final destiny of all things from dying!"

  Odin kept silent. Thor was the future of Asgard. How could he take the initiative to sacrifice Thor's life to save the country and his people?

  If the eldest son died, who would succeed the throne?

  Loki?

  Let the bloodline of a Frost Giant tarnish the glory of the Aesir Gods!?

  Or release Hela?

  Let a crazy woman lead Asgard to destruction!?

  Odin sneered and gathered up his superfluous emotions.

  Arcs of electric light jumped and lingered on his golden armor.

  Gungnir lit up with countless shimmering lights, which were the power of the Rune markings.

  The long white hair waved wildly in the wind, and a powerful force as heavy as a mountain radiated out.

  It seemed as if all beings should kneel at his feet.

  The one eye, filled with a chilling aura, stared directly at Luke.

  Odin lifted the Gungnir like an elderly knight charging forward.

  Swish!

  A man and a horse moved like a stream of light.

  Even Luke's dynamic vision couldn't see Odin's flashing figure too clearly.

  But the Deathstroke card embedded the world's sharpest combat instincts in his bones. It silently alerted him.

  The Tenth Metal was placed across his chest.

  Bang!

  Under the dark sky, the golden thunder collided with the silvery-white light, bursting out with a silent and destructive force.

  The waves roared at the feet of the two men.

  In a flash, it disintegrated and evaporated into a large void.

  The nearby peaks were like crisp biscuits.

  They broke and collapsed in an instant.

  They then turned into dust, billowing up to the sky.

  Luke's body lost control, and with a sharp pain from his chest, he flew backward.

  He crashed into the deep sea like a cannonball.

  A cold, choking feeling covered Superman's body.

  He was bleeding.

  Gungnir's unparalleled sharpness sliced through Luke's chest, through the Tenth Metal.

  Bone deep!

  Blood gushed out!

  "It's been a long time since … I've been injured. "

  The pain was clear; he was really aware of it in his consciousness.

  Luke fell to the bottom of the sea and smashed several pieces of reefs.

  He finally stopped and regained control of his body.

  He looked down at his healing chest, and a glint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

  Asgard's Allfather was really worthy of his name.

  Boom!

  With a flick of his toes, Luke flew upward.

  The heavy pressure and currents of the deep sea couldn't interfere with him in any way.

  Breaking through the sea, the unparalleled sharpness that could cut anything came right at him.

  Gungnir!

  Golden thunder lingered around it, like a dazzling sun, hurled straight down!

  Luke didn't back off and didn't dodge.

  Instead, holding the Tenth Metal, he took the initiative to confront it.

  The bright silver light exploded with power; space seemed to be distorted, the light shifted as if the void collapsed.

  The long sword slowly swung, but it hit Gungnir, which came flying like a stream of light.

  A terrifying force passed along the Tenth Metal to Luke's right hand.

  The wound cracked and spilled a few drops of blood.

  In an Allfather collision, the injury was inevitable.

  Thanks to Superman's recovery ability, Luke wasn't afraid of the self-inflicted injury-for-injury style of fighting but rather welcomed it.

  "A tenacious opponent. "

  Odin, who was riding on the horse, Sleipnir, put away his original contempt.

  He regained his grip on Gungnir, who flew out with a whoosh.

  A crack opened on the surface of the supreme artifact that existed in legends.

  "The successor of Ancient One is actually a thug who uses brute force."

  Odin, a little saddened, stroked Gungnir.

  Then, he raised his spear again and prepared to throw it.

  Thousands of Runes lit up, overflowing with a terrifying energy.

  This throw could smash half the world!

  "Well, I've experienced the might of Your Majesty, and it's time to give something back. "

  Under Luke's feet, the air exploded, setting off a furious wave, like a supersonic aircraft ejected from the starting point.

  The eight-legged horse that galloped on thunder turned into a stream of light and avoided Superman's surprise attack.

  The God King's mount, Sleipnir, flew like lightning through the dark sky.

  The Tenth Metal sword condensed into a bright silver light, cutting through the dark clouds.

  The furious attack missed, and where it landed, space shattered and collapsed, forming a deep vortex.

  "Too young."

  Odin lamented.

  The young Sorcerer Supreme lacked combat experience.

  The attack was rushed, but he caught its true intent and again lost the opportunity.

  Asgard's God-King sneered. Gungnir's blade reflected cold light, quietly disappearing into the void.

  In the next moment!

  The golden stream of light penetrated Luke's body!

  Whoosh!

  There was a burst of brightly colored snowflakes as if a bubble had popped.

  It was the 'Images of Ikonn'!

  "Careless!"

  Odin felt a sense of unease.

  Luke had been fighting with his fists and sword since the beginning.

  This made him completely ignore the obvious fact that the other party was the Sorcerer Supreme.

  The God-King raised the reins, and the eight-legged horse neighed loudly.

  He was about to turn into lightning again and flee away.

  "This sword! Is my gift to Your Majesty!"

  Luke's figure suddenly appeared in front of Odin.

  The Tenth Metal was swung straight down. The bright silver light was reflected in Odin's one eye, and fear rose in his heart.

  He hastily moved back. A splash of blood came out and splashed on his pale face.

  Odin's mount, Sleipnir, the eight-legged horse, was split in half and fell to the sea below.

  In a few moments, it was eaten up by the sea creatures that smelt the blood.

  "How dare you kill my horse!"

  Odin wiped the blood from his face and touched the deep marks on his golden battle armor chest.

  He hadn't experienced this kind of life-threatening suffocation in a long, long time.