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Chapter 123
Whoosh!
Divine Power burned to ashes, yet the figure in the center walked out completely unharmed. Not only that, but his Battle Armor showed no signs of damage whatsoever. The terrifying flames seemed as insignificant as a gentle breeze.
"Still too naive. You're far worse than Odin was back then. Do you think I reached this point purely because of the Infinity Gems? Do you think without the Infinity Gems, I couldn't even handle a mere nobody like you?"
Martin's demeanor was calm, and he even gravely patted away non-existent dust from his body. His cold gaze towards Sindr held a hidden indifference.
Sindr's eyes widened. "Why is this happening? How can a mere Human like you possess a Divine Artifact of this level?!"
Martin said indifferently, "You're just a yapping puppy. How dare you bark at me?"
Sindr was enraged. In her fury, she continuously lashed out with her flaming whip, but each time, Martin easily shattered it. Her powerful Divine Power held no distinction before Martin.
"No, you're just a despicable wretch! How can you possess such power!" Sindr grew increasingly furious, her own flames now tinged with a hint of madness.
As expected of a fire-wielder, her personality was as wild as fire itself.
"Malekith already told me! You made a vile deal with Odin, obtained my father's Eternal Flame, and then directly enslaved my father! You deserve to die!!"
Sindr was going berserk, attacking Martin furiously. But to Martin, it increasingly looked like a wild dog barking to prove itself.
Commendable fighting spirit.
Just a little foolish.
"I have a good idea. Your father serves me like a dog, so you can come and be my little puppy. Your army should also become my army. It's decided. The moment I reign over the World Tree, I'll enthrone you as the King of Muspelheim."
Martin shattered a wave of Divine Power with a punch, then spread his arms.
Sindr was enraged: "I am already the King of Muspelheim! Do I need *you* to enthrone me?!"
"Anyone not appointed by me is a heretic, and deserves to die."
Martin's voice grew cold. He finally lost patience. Stepping forward, he moved with a sudden burst of speed. A thunderous roar erupted as terrifying power exploded forth, directly smashing through Sindr's Divine Power barrier. Like a fearsome Demon God, he unleashed a single punch that tore straight through Sindr's chest.
"Now, your life's flame is also mine. Stay by my side and keep your father company."
Martin grasped the cluster of life's flame. With a thought, numerous chains immediately extended from within his body, instantly piercing the flame and wrapping around it layer after layer.
A feeling of despair, of losing freedom and becoming another's servant, sprouted within Sindr. Her face was a mask of fury and hopelessness.
"No—"
Chapter 154
Sindr had fallen. She had blindly believed Malekith's deception, deliberately bringing her army to directly attack Martin, only to end up becoming Martin's own.
"I genuinely didn't know your relationship with Surtur was so good. He trained his descendants so brutally that out of thousands, only you survived, yet you're willing to fight me to the death for him."
Martin seized the despairing Sindr by the neck, lifting her directly as if scruffing a puppy, and even deliberately shook her.
Some simple-minded Fire Demons, seeing this, immediately roared and charged frantically to rescue their queen. However, numerous Transformers had already surrounded them, charging in fiercely from all directions.
Some crazed individuals broke through the Transformers' defensive line, charging directly at Martin and unleashing a fierce blast of flame.
Boom!
A crimson river of Chaos Power abruptly surged forth, instantly annihilating the charging Fire Demons on the spot.
Red light burst from Wanda's eyes, and Chaos Power swirled around her, emanating a terrifying aura.
From beginning to end, Martin didn't even blink, merely staring silently at Sindr. "Let me guess. You didn't come to save your father. You came to enslave your father. You—came for your father's Eternal Flame."
Sindr's struggles abruptly ceased. Her eyes snapped open, and a dimmed flame forcefully ignited within them as she glared at Martin with hatred.
It was well known that Surtur was extremely brutal when it came to raising offspring, pushing the 'gu-raising' method to its absolute extreme. Out of thousands of excellent descendants, only Sindr remained.
Martin found it hard to imagine that this last remaining offspring would harbor any respect or loyalty towards her father.
"You bastard! The Eternal Flame is my goal! It will belong to me, sooner or later! You colluded with Odin and took what rightfully belonged to me!" Sindr spat with hatred, unleashing a stream of Divine Fire that struck Martin's battle helmet.
But to Sindr's despair, the battle helmet remained completely undamaged. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even leave a single scratch on this terrifying Battle Armor.
This was outrageous.
By this point, Martin had completely devoured Sindr's life's flame. From this moment on, Sindr, like Surtur, was enslaved by him.
"Order your subordinates to stop. From now on, all of Muspelheim will obey my commands," Martin stated calmly, releasing Sindr.
Sindr's face was ferocious. She raised her hand, and a flaming whip appeared, ready to strike Martin hard. But the next moment, she let out a scream. Her life's flame was cruelly ravaged and torn by Martin, and the shadow of Death spread towards her.
Suppressing the hatred in her heart, Sindr let out a sharp cry. Instantly, all the Fire Demons abruptly halted, their faces filled with confusion.
"All clansmen, retreat back to Muspelheim!"
Sindr commanded.
"No retreat. You are to attack Svartalfheim and slaughter all the Dark Elves. This is my boon to the Dark Elf race: let their corpses pave the battlefields of the Nine Realms."
Martin dropped the words indifferently, his attitude cold. In that instant, the Bifrost opened, and a massive Space-Time Vortex swallowed the bewildered Fire Demons, directly transporting them to Svartalfheim, the world of the Dark Elves.
Only numerous Fire Demon corpses remained on the spot, specifically left behind as material for the Global Academy of Sciences' Human Experimentation.
"You go too. If you don't slaughter all the Dark Elves there, I'll kill you immediately. Let your blood and the blood of your clansmen pave the way for my esteemed position."
Martin sneered, then directly threw Sindr into the Space Bridge as well.
Sometimes, he genuinely couldn't be bothered to waste time, especially on such an ambitious and vicious fire-wielder.
Wanda flew over and stood quietly beside him, unable to resist whispering, "These Fire Demons have volatile temperaments. Excessive suppression might lead to very troublesome consequences."
"I don't care about that. Since these guys actively provoked me, they should be prepared for Annihilation."
Martin shrugged, an indifferent expression on his face.
Are these Fire Demons... really that valuable? Their research value isn't low, though.
At this moment, on distant Cybertron.
Suddenly, roars and terrifying explosions erupted, as if energy reserves of immense proportions had been detonated. From space, waves appeared on Cybertron's surface.
"Hmm, Starscream has begun his actions too, it seems? That Demonic Dragon hides many secrets. Even if we have to skin it and pull its tendons, we must unearth the secrets within its body."
Martin glanced back, an unconcerned expression on his face.
Outside the World Tree.
Níðhöggr and Malekith were quietly observing the battlefields across the World Tree. When they noticed Sindr's army vanishing, only to suddenly reappear in Svartalfheim, Malekith's expression completely changed.
"Damn it, that bitch! How dare she launch a sneak attack on my world!!"
Malekith was both shocked and enraged, almost hearing the wails of numerous Dark Elves. He moved, about to act, but the next moment, Níðhöggr's massive body blocked him.
"What are you trying to do?" Malekith's face darkened.
Níðhöggr sneered. "Don't forget our agreement. To conquer the World Tree, what does it matter if one world is destroyed? It won't be Annihilation anyway. In a few tens of thousands of years, they'll reproduce like locusts again."
Malekith's face was chilling, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
Martin's threat was too great and too peculiar; it was best to eliminate him first.
With two Skyfathers making a move, it was enough to quickly kill this guy... Malekith's face was utterly cold.
The red light in Níðhöggr's eyes was full of malice. Suddenly, it paused, letting out a roar: "Excellent! My subordinate has already acted! I, the magnificent World-Devouring Dragon Níðhöggr, shall use Cybertron, so out of place with the World Tree, to establish my greatness!"
Within the World Tree, where everyone wielded Divine Power, the sudden appearance of a high-tech Cybertron felt jarring. This sense of incongruity was like a thorn in the eye of the Demonic Dragon, which had gnawed on the World Tree's roots for too long.
The Demonic Dragon moved instantly, abandoning Malekith, and with a whistle, flew towards the region of Asgard, heading straight for Cybertron.
Malekith's expression flickered. Finally, he gritted his teeth, suppressed his rage, and followed the Demonic Dragon.
Soon, Níðhöggr was the first to arrive in Cybertron's outer space. Looking at the planet, which seemed to have instantly transformed into a battlefield, the terrifying explosions erupting on its surface brought Níðhöggr immense joy.
"My glorious conquest of the World Tree shall begin by devouring this planet first."
The Demonic Dragon flapped its wings, and its colossal black form plunged towards Cybertron with a roar.
Chapter 155
A colossal black shadow covered Cybertron.
The Demonic Dragon Níðhöggr gazed down with an arrogant expression, revealing its satisfaction.
"My loyal servant, excellent. I am very pleased with the results you've achieved. You shall become my vassal."
A small spaceship arrived beside Níðhöggr, instantly transforming into Starscream.
Starscream bowed deeply to the Demonic Dragon, respectfully saying, "Esteemed World-Destroyer Dragon, great Lord Níðhöggr, it is the honor of my life to serve you. To break free from my narrow vision and gaze upon grander landscapes is thanks to your guidance."
"Starscream, take this. This is my power. You shall become my eternal servant."
Níðhöggr flung out a black mark, from which extremely Negative Divine Power Fluctuations emanated, drifting directly towards Starscream.
Malekith, who had rushed over, now saw Starscream. With just a glance, he was immediately startled, a deep suspicion appearing on his face—because he detected the aura of one of his own kind...
Starscream also respectfully looked up, meeting Malekith's gaze in an instant.
The two master manipulators, who had deceit and schemes etched into their very bones, simultaneously froze, that peculiar feeling of meeting another version of themselves suddenly erupting within them.
"This robot has a problem," Malekith suddenly said.
"No, there's no problem."
Níðhöggr looked at Starscream, who had devoured its Negative Divine Power, immediately showing a satisfied expression and rebuffing Malekith's words.
Where else could he find such a loyal and capable servant? This was a talent capable of inciting an entire planet into rebellion. Níðhöggr was extremely pleased.
"My esteemed master, if I may, I shall now return to Cybertron and have my army destroy more enemies, clearing the obstacles for you."
Starscream respectfully left those words, transforming back into a spaceship and instantly departing.
"Hmph, brainless."
Starscream returned to Cybertron, a cold sneer on his face.
The Ultron auxiliary program said indifferently, "Starscream, you have acquired Níðhöggr's special power. Your mission is complete. I will cease the frantic bombardment of the uninhabited zone."
Starscream nodded dismissively.
In an instant, the Chaos across Cybertron ceased, and everything fell silent.
Níðhöggr, who was about to feast on the planet, suddenly froze, staring at the scene with a bewildered expression.
"Clearly, you've been tricked. That fellow never submitted to you at all."
Malekith's face broke into a cold sneer.
(end of chapter)
Divine Power burned to ashes, yet the figure in the center walked out completely unharmed. Not only that, but his Battle Armor showed no signs of damage whatsoever. The terrifying flames seemed as insignificant as a gentle breeze.
"Still too naive. You're far worse than Odin was back then. Do you think I reached this point purely because of the Infinity Gems? Do you think without the Infinity Gems, I couldn't even handle a mere nobody like you?"
Martin's demeanor was calm, and he even gravely patted away non-existent dust from his body. His cold gaze towards Sindr held a hidden indifference.
Sindr's eyes widened. "Why is this happening? How can a mere Human like you possess a Divine Artifact of this level?!"
Martin said indifferently, "You're just a yapping puppy. How dare you bark at me?"
Sindr was enraged. In her fury, she continuously lashed out with her flaming whip, but each time, Martin easily shattered it. Her powerful Divine Power held no distinction before Martin.
"No, you're just a despicable wretch! How can you possess such power!" Sindr grew increasingly furious, her own flames now tinged with a hint of madness.
As expected of a fire-wielder, her personality was as wild as fire itself.
"Malekith already told me! You made a vile deal with Odin, obtained my father's Eternal Flame, and then directly enslaved my father! You deserve to die!!"
Sindr was going berserk, attacking Martin furiously. But to Martin, it increasingly looked like a wild dog barking to prove itself.
Commendable fighting spirit.
Just a little foolish.
"I have a good idea. Your father serves me like a dog, so you can come and be my little puppy. Your army should also become my army. It's decided. The moment I reign over the World Tree, I'll enthrone you as the King of Muspelheim."
Martin shattered a wave of Divine Power with a punch, then spread his arms.
Sindr was enraged: "I am already the King of Muspelheim! Do I need *you* to enthrone me?!"
"Anyone not appointed by me is a heretic, and deserves to die."
Martin's voice grew cold. He finally lost patience. Stepping forward, he moved with a sudden burst of speed. A thunderous roar erupted as terrifying power exploded forth, directly smashing through Sindr's Divine Power barrier. Like a fearsome Demon God, he unleashed a single punch that tore straight through Sindr's chest.
"Now, your life's flame is also mine. Stay by my side and keep your father company."
Martin grasped the cluster of life's flame. With a thought, numerous chains immediately extended from within his body, instantly piercing the flame and wrapping around it layer after layer.
A feeling of despair, of losing freedom and becoming another's servant, sprouted within Sindr. Her face was a mask of fury and hopelessness.
"No—"
Chapter 154
Sindr had fallen. She had blindly believed Malekith's deception, deliberately bringing her army to directly attack Martin, only to end up becoming Martin's own.
"I genuinely didn't know your relationship with Surtur was so good. He trained his descendants so brutally that out of thousands, only you survived, yet you're willing to fight me to the death for him."
Martin seized the despairing Sindr by the neck, lifting her directly as if scruffing a puppy, and even deliberately shook her.
Some simple-minded Fire Demons, seeing this, immediately roared and charged frantically to rescue their queen. However, numerous Transformers had already surrounded them, charging in fiercely from all directions.
Some crazed individuals broke through the Transformers' defensive line, charging directly at Martin and unleashing a fierce blast of flame.
Boom!
A crimson river of Chaos Power abruptly surged forth, instantly annihilating the charging Fire Demons on the spot.
Red light burst from Wanda's eyes, and Chaos Power swirled around her, emanating a terrifying aura.
From beginning to end, Martin didn't even blink, merely staring silently at Sindr. "Let me guess. You didn't come to save your father. You came to enslave your father. You—came for your father's Eternal Flame."
Sindr's struggles abruptly ceased. Her eyes snapped open, and a dimmed flame forcefully ignited within them as she glared at Martin with hatred.
It was well known that Surtur was extremely brutal when it came to raising offspring, pushing the 'gu-raising' method to its absolute extreme. Out of thousands of excellent descendants, only Sindr remained.
Martin found it hard to imagine that this last remaining offspring would harbor any respect or loyalty towards her father.
"You bastard! The Eternal Flame is my goal! It will belong to me, sooner or later! You colluded with Odin and took what rightfully belonged to me!" Sindr spat with hatred, unleashing a stream of Divine Fire that struck Martin's battle helmet.
But to Sindr's despair, the battle helmet remained completely undamaged. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even leave a single scratch on this terrifying Battle Armor.
This was outrageous.
By this point, Martin had completely devoured Sindr's life's flame. From this moment on, Sindr, like Surtur, was enslaved by him.
"Order your subordinates to stop. From now on, all of Muspelheim will obey my commands," Martin stated calmly, releasing Sindr.
Sindr's face was ferocious. She raised her hand, and a flaming whip appeared, ready to strike Martin hard. But the next moment, she let out a scream. Her life's flame was cruelly ravaged and torn by Martin, and the shadow of Death spread towards her.
Suppressing the hatred in her heart, Sindr let out a sharp cry. Instantly, all the Fire Demons abruptly halted, their faces filled with confusion.
"All clansmen, retreat back to Muspelheim!"
Sindr commanded.
"No retreat. You are to attack Svartalfheim and slaughter all the Dark Elves. This is my boon to the Dark Elf race: let their corpses pave the battlefields of the Nine Realms."
Martin dropped the words indifferently, his attitude cold. In that instant, the Bifrost opened, and a massive Space-Time Vortex swallowed the bewildered Fire Demons, directly transporting them to Svartalfheim, the world of the Dark Elves.
Only numerous Fire Demon corpses remained on the spot, specifically left behind as material for the Global Academy of Sciences' Human Experimentation.
"You go too. If you don't slaughter all the Dark Elves there, I'll kill you immediately. Let your blood and the blood of your clansmen pave the way for my esteemed position."
Martin sneered, then directly threw Sindr into the Space Bridge as well.
Sometimes, he genuinely couldn't be bothered to waste time, especially on such an ambitious and vicious fire-wielder.
Wanda flew over and stood quietly beside him, unable to resist whispering, "These Fire Demons have volatile temperaments. Excessive suppression might lead to very troublesome consequences."
"I don't care about that. Since these guys actively provoked me, they should be prepared for Annihilation."
Martin shrugged, an indifferent expression on his face.
Are these Fire Demons... really that valuable? Their research value isn't low, though.
At this moment, on distant Cybertron.
Suddenly, roars and terrifying explosions erupted, as if energy reserves of immense proportions had been detonated. From space, waves appeared on Cybertron's surface.
"Hmm, Starscream has begun his actions too, it seems? That Demonic Dragon hides many secrets. Even if we have to skin it and pull its tendons, we must unearth the secrets within its body."
Martin glanced back, an unconcerned expression on his face.
Outside the World Tree.
Níðhöggr and Malekith were quietly observing the battlefields across the World Tree. When they noticed Sindr's army vanishing, only to suddenly reappear in Svartalfheim, Malekith's expression completely changed.
"Damn it, that bitch! How dare she launch a sneak attack on my world!!"
Malekith was both shocked and enraged, almost hearing the wails of numerous Dark Elves. He moved, about to act, but the next moment, Níðhöggr's massive body blocked him.
"What are you trying to do?" Malekith's face darkened.
Níðhöggr sneered. "Don't forget our agreement. To conquer the World Tree, what does it matter if one world is destroyed? It won't be Annihilation anyway. In a few tens of thousands of years, they'll reproduce like locusts again."
Malekith's face was chilling, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
Martin's threat was too great and too peculiar; it was best to eliminate him first.
With two Skyfathers making a move, it was enough to quickly kill this guy... Malekith's face was utterly cold.
The red light in Níðhöggr's eyes was full of malice. Suddenly, it paused, letting out a roar: "Excellent! My subordinate has already acted! I, the magnificent World-Devouring Dragon Níðhöggr, shall use Cybertron, so out of place with the World Tree, to establish my greatness!"
Within the World Tree, where everyone wielded Divine Power, the sudden appearance of a high-tech Cybertron felt jarring. This sense of incongruity was like a thorn in the eye of the Demonic Dragon, which had gnawed on the World Tree's roots for too long.
The Demonic Dragon moved instantly, abandoning Malekith, and with a whistle, flew towards the region of Asgard, heading straight for Cybertron.
Malekith's expression flickered. Finally, he gritted his teeth, suppressed his rage, and followed the Demonic Dragon.
Soon, Níðhöggr was the first to arrive in Cybertron's outer space. Looking at the planet, which seemed to have instantly transformed into a battlefield, the terrifying explosions erupting on its surface brought Níðhöggr immense joy.
"My glorious conquest of the World Tree shall begin by devouring this planet first."
The Demonic Dragon flapped its wings, and its colossal black form plunged towards Cybertron with a roar.
Chapter 155
A colossal black shadow covered Cybertron.
The Demonic Dragon Níðhöggr gazed down with an arrogant expression, revealing its satisfaction.
"My loyal servant, excellent. I am very pleased with the results you've achieved. You shall become my vassal."
A small spaceship arrived beside Níðhöggr, instantly transforming into Starscream.
Starscream bowed deeply to the Demonic Dragon, respectfully saying, "Esteemed World-Destroyer Dragon, great Lord Níðhöggr, it is the honor of my life to serve you. To break free from my narrow vision and gaze upon grander landscapes is thanks to your guidance."
"Starscream, take this. This is my power. You shall become my eternal servant."
Níðhöggr flung out a black mark, from which extremely Negative Divine Power Fluctuations emanated, drifting directly towards Starscream.
Malekith, who had rushed over, now saw Starscream. With just a glance, he was immediately startled, a deep suspicion appearing on his face—because he detected the aura of one of his own kind...
Starscream also respectfully looked up, meeting Malekith's gaze in an instant.
The two master manipulators, who had deceit and schemes etched into their very bones, simultaneously froze, that peculiar feeling of meeting another version of themselves suddenly erupting within them.
"This robot has a problem," Malekith suddenly said.
"No, there's no problem."
Níðhöggr looked at Starscream, who had devoured its Negative Divine Power, immediately showing a satisfied expression and rebuffing Malekith's words.
Where else could he find such a loyal and capable servant? This was a talent capable of inciting an entire planet into rebellion. Níðhöggr was extremely pleased.
"My esteemed master, if I may, I shall now return to Cybertron and have my army destroy more enemies, clearing the obstacles for you."
Starscream respectfully left those words, transforming back into a spaceship and instantly departing.
"Hmph, brainless."
Starscream returned to Cybertron, a cold sneer on his face.
The Ultron auxiliary program said indifferently, "Starscream, you have acquired Níðhöggr's special power. Your mission is complete. I will cease the frantic bombardment of the uninhabited zone."
Starscream nodded dismissively.
In an instant, the Chaos across Cybertron ceased, and everything fell silent.
Níðhöggr, who was about to feast on the planet, suddenly froze, staring at the scene with a bewildered expression.
"Clearly, you've been tricked. That fellow never submitted to you at all."
Malekith's face broke into a cold sneer.
(end of chapter)
