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"Wait! Calm down! I didn't eat Odin! I don't eat people!"
He quickly pushed Thor away.
He pointed to a small tent not far away.
"It's over there!"
The moment Thor turned his head, Ian had already started rubbing oil on the soles of his feet.
"Father God! Father God!"
Thor scrambled toward the tent and flung open the curtain—inside was not the majestic Allfather, but a baby wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep.
The baby's face was round and rosy, with soft golden downy hair clinging to its forehead. It was sucking on its thumb with its little mouth, looking innocent and naive.
"Where did this brat come from? Where is my father? Damn evil god!"
Thor was completely bewildered.
Subsequently.
He then heard the sound of packing up behind him, preparing to run away, accompanied by an apologetic Ian voice.
"Well, just like Odin has Odin's power, I also have my Ian's power, the power of ancestor... I was too excited just now to control this power of mine."
"So, because of this, an accident happened—not really a tragic accident, anyway, how should I explain this to you..."
"To make a long story short, you may be about to embark on one of the most unique adventures and experiences in the universe... Yes, you might have to trouble yourself to raise your father again."
After Ian finished speaking, he gathered his spoils and prepared to return to the DC Universe.
Last second.
He seemed to see Thor transformed into a monstrous thunderhound.
It pounced on them as if it were rabid.
Chapter 181 The Forgotten Ones! Heroes Surrender!
In a world with a slightly cold, misty atmosphere, like that of a refrigerator.
"Well, something unexpected happened, so I guess I'll have to trouble you to raise your dad again."
These words were like a bolt from the blue. As soon as Ian finished speaking, Thor's pupils contracted sharply, and his golden eyebrows trembled violently. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the baby in the tent who was smacking his lips—Odin, the Allfather and ruler of the Nine Realms, was now wrapped in swaddling clothes and drooling.
Thor's temples throbbed, and his expression changed 568 times in a second. Ian was counting them, and it was clear that Thor's emotions were changing drastically.
"Ian!!"
His roar shattered all the remaining ice crystals within a hundred meters, and uncontrollable blue lightning erupted from his body, blasting the remaining ice sculptures in the nearby ruins into dust. Thor, like a raging bull, charged towards Ian with bloodshot eyes, Mjolnir flashing with dangerous lightning in his hand.
"Don't say that... It's not my fault. Loki went crazy back then. He was the one who was to blame."
"Look on the bright side, a girlfriend who's been nurtured is not as good as a biological father who's been nurtured. You can customize your biological father's growth trajectory... How can you not call that a gift of fate?"
Ian's attempt at remediation was, of course, not going to be effective.
He didn't understand this either.
As a master of time management.
Ian has always had good time management skills, just like his future college entrance exam scores will be very good. In fact, he had already dealt with the threat posed by Loki for a while.
however.
Ian did not immediately save his teammates. Instead, after ensuring that their lives were safe, he timed it perfectly, "hatching" the ice sculpture Thor just before his return.
this moment.
He's coming back soon.
No one could quell Thor's roar.
"Give me back my wisdom! My elegance! My loving father!" Thor roared as he charged forward, his eyes bloodshot, hammer raised high, howling that he would beat Ian back into an infant as well.
He was like a mad dog, his muscles bulging, his blood boiling, each step he took shattering the ice. But just as he was about to pounce on Ian...
The precise calculations of the time management master played a crucial role.
"clang--"
A distant chime echoed through the world, audible only to Ian.
Thor's fist froze in mid-air.
Everything is frozen in time.
The wind stopped.
The smoke condensed.
Even the spittle that Thor spat out hung suspended in mid-air, crystal clear. Ian's figure slowly dissipated in the final second, like sand art scattered by the wind, like a dream abruptly ended. His embarrassed expression froze on his face, his figure transforming into specks of golden light, disappearing completely into the Marvel Universe with the fading sound of the bells.
However, this experience can only be perceived from Ian's perspective. From Thor's perspective, just a second ago, Ian was there with a very smug expression, looking like the culprit.
however.
The next second, Ian vanished without a trace. Thor missed his target, his arms slamming into the air, the momentum causing him to stagger a few steps before he finally knelt on one knee, creating a large crater.
Ian left.
This guy was carrying several bags of "spoils" in his arms before he left.
The equipment stolen from Miss Stark's fighter jet included the Eternal Spear and the Frozen Casket, two legendary artifacts, and even fragments of Captain America's shield that had been packed up sometime during the war.
"Remember to feed your dad milk every day... I'll pay for the formula, the best kind."
in the air.
Only Ian's voice, whether one of guilt or boasting, remained. He waved his sleeve, not taking everything with him, but some things he couldn't take with him fell to the ground.
It was the bottle containing Loki's soul, which rolled twice on the ground. The lid came loose, and Loki's soul crawled to the mouth of the bottle, but hesitated to come out.
He is, after all, just a weak soul now.
Quiet.
Deathly silence.
The next instant—Thor looked like a groundhog.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh-!!!"
A scream, a mixture of a groundhog's and a cat's tail being stepped on, echoed through the heavens and earth! Thor's eyes turned bloodshot, his hair stood on end, and his entire body was flushed to the extreme.
It looked like it was about to spontaneously combust at any moment.
Loki was terrified at the sight, fearing that if he crawled out, he would be tortured by Thor. He could only stare at his own body in the distance and swallow hard.
Some things.
Thor and the others were unaware of this, but Loki witnessed it firsthand. He saw the sinister creature, in his spirit form, use his bare hands to pull his own soul out of Odin's body, which had degenerated into a child form, and then pull Odin's slumbering soul out of his own frost giant body and put it back into the infant form.
It wasn't just the sinister method of astral projection; this power to manipulate souls was beyond Loki's comprehension, reminding him of his partner, the Dark God Nal.
"Save me, save me, great God of Darkness!" Loki prayed incessantly in his heart, but received no response. He could only watch as Thor thrashed about outside.
To save yourself.
Loki began to use his wits. Seeing Thor constantly cursing Ian, a thought struck him – this was a golden opportunity to manipulate Thor.
"That guy is definitely a madman, ha."
Loki started talking to Thor from inside the thermos, even though Thor didn't want to talk to this source of all evil. Loki continued to try and get close to him.
"Listen, the struggle between our two countries is a matter between our two countries. When did it become the business of outsiders to interfere, mess everything up, and then run away?"
“This kind of guy needs to be punished, he needs to pay the price. He's gone, but the mess is still there! The pain is still there! Son of Odin, are you going to kneel and accept all this? Unite! I will help you take revenge! You did it for Asgard, for your father, and I do it for my race!”
"We, the Elders of the Nine Realms, will seek justice from that evil god!" he said with great emotion, his soul trembling, as if he had awakened a false brotherhood with Thor at this moment.
Thor's roar stopped abruptly, and he slowly turned to look at the thermos.
Seeing an opportunity, Loki pressed his advantage: "Let's join forces! You, son of Odin, and me, king of the Frost Giants... uh, former king of the Frost Giants."
His voice grew quieter.
Because Thor's gaze was so terrifying that it could freeze even the soul.
"Join forces?" Thor's voice was eerily soft. He slowly picked up the thermos, meeting Loki's spirit's gaze directly inside. "You just said... you blasphemed the dignity of Asgard?"
“Yes! Yes!” Loki nodded eagerly. “We can.”
He didn't finish his words.
"You have desecrated the dignity of Asgard!"
Thor is a sensible man; he remembers his father's teachings and knows who the real culprit is who caused all this to happen.
That's why he put the bottle cap back on and then chose a real "exile".
"boom!"
This was a classic Asgardian volley; Thor intended to leave Loki forever in this zombie universe. The thermos cup vanished into the sky like a shooting star.
Vaguely.
You can still hear Loki's screams fading into the distance.
"Son of Odin, you shall die a horrible death—"
Loki felt dizzy as the thermos cup traced a perfect parabola in the air, accurately hitting the head of a zombie that had just crawled out of the frozen ground.
The zombie's rotting head exploded like a watermelon, and the bottle rolled to the side with a "glug," its cap slightly loose. The zombie's mutilated body swayed a few times, then groped aimlessly to pick up the thermos. Its empty eye sockets stared at the lively blue soul inside the bottle, black slime oozing from its rotting mouth.
This is the zombie's most instinctive reaction: to stuff anything that looks edible into its mouth.
"Wait! You brainless idiot!" Loki's soul pounded wildly against the inside of the bottle. "I am the greatest god above all gods in the Nine Realms! If you dare—"
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
The zombies, unable to understand human language, had already dug their fingernails into the cracks of the bottle cap.
"No! Stop! My soul is poisonous! Deadly poison!" Loki's voice trembled; he was genuinely panicked. "You'll have diarrhea! Diarrhea for ten thousand years!"
He certainly didn't want to be digested and excreted from a zombie's ass. Loki began to use a combination of threats and persuasion, but zombies have no brains and couldn't understand his sweet talk.