In Muspelheim.
The war was over.
The originally endless fire demons, to Fire Giants, and fire dragons, had disappeared.
Instead, there were only countless skeleton warriors and skeleton dragons hovering in the air!
The most frightening thing was that, as long as a creature was killed by these undead, they would climb up from the ground and become part of the army of the undead.
Even the dragon was no exception!
That was the scariest thing about the Scourge!
Faced with more and more enemies, the Fire Giant's side soon collapsed.
"Damn it, what kind of monster are you?"
Wielding the Twilight Sword in his hand, Surtur placed his best foot forward and cleaved a Frost Wyrm in half.
At that moment, a Death Knight rushed out from behind and stabbed him in the leg.
"Ughhh."
Surtur's huge body shook for a moment, involuntarily kneeling on the ground.
"Roar!"
Accompanied by the earth-shattering sound of a dragon's roar... Several skeleton dragons hovered and arrived while spewing their ice breath at Surtur.
"Crack crack crack..."
Covered in frost, Surtur's lava-like body froze for a while.
As the King of the Fire Giants, he was still struggling frantically, trying to get out of the frost bindings.
At this very moment, a large sword shining with blue-white light violently stabbed into his body from behind.
"Ahhh!!!"
Surtur looked up and let out a miserable roar.
The incomparably cold freezing air penetrated into Surtur's body from Frostmourne, freezing all of his organs and limbs.
Soon, the Fire Giant's eyes, like lava, lost their vitality, and he actually turned into an ice sculpture in place.
"Turning blood and bodies into ice ..."
Whispering a creepy statement, Loki jerked Frostmourne out with his hands.
With a bang, Surtur's frozen solid body, as if it lost its support, collapsed into countless frost fragments and scattered to the ground.
The most obvious among the fragments was only his huge horn-like crown.
The Lord of Muspelheim, Surtur, was dead!
"Whoosh..."
Looking at the almost shapeless remains on the ground, the red light in Loki's eyes gradually faded.
But at the same time, he could also clearly sense an incoming flow of heat from Frostmourne, flooding into his body.
[Ability 2: Drain Life (After killing an enemy, it will absorb the soul of the opponent to strengthen itself.)]
Although it wasn't clear what this soul could bring him, Loki could already feel it at the moment. His power seemed to have become much stronger.
"Hahaha, is this the power of Frostmourne? It's incredible."
Feeling the surging energy in his body, Loki raised his sword and laughed loudly.
And along with his actions, the mountains of skeleton warriors around Loki, Death Knights, and Frost Wyrm hovering in the air all roared at the same time!
"What? This guy ..."
"He can actually bring the dead back to life as monsters. What kind of magic is this?"
Seeing Loki's appearance at this time, Thor, the Warriors Three and others, stared in shock. Their eyes were wide open, staring with horror and disbelief.
'How did Loki, who only knew how to play some tricks, suddenly become so scary?'
Hearing the sound of people exclaiming, Loki turned his head.
He clearly saw the Warriors Three and the female warrior Sif look at him with traces of dislike and fear.
"You fear me? That's good."
Loki coldly snorted, but his heart calmed down.
Since he was a child, he had been accustomed to pleasing others in various ways to gain their attention due to his lack of strength compared to his brother.
But no matter how hard he tried, these people of Asgard ... looked down on him, who wasn't as strong as his brother.
'That's good; if I can't make you respect me, then fear me. Fear me!'
But deep down, Loki had always wanted to impress everyone.
Especially for Odin, to realise that he was better than Thor!
Now, he had done it.
Loki once again raised the Frostmourne in his hand. The blue light instantly swept around the sky.
Countless skeletons and undead were all swept up by the blue light and sucked back into the Frostmourne.
This was a new ability that Loki had just realised: Undead Storage.
As long as Frostmourne was in hand, he alone was ... the Scourge of the undead!
"Well, Father, the problem has been solved."
Sheathing Frostmourne... Loki turned to Odin with the trademark evil smile on his face.
"We can go home."
"..."
Looking at his adopted son, who was already a different person, Odin's face was frozen, and his mind was blank for a while.