"Rumble!!!"
Amidst the roaring thunder, an enraged bellow resounded throughout the entire undersea palace, causing it to tremble. The gods also found it hard to remain steady, with dishes and bowls full of food on the long table tilting and countless precious ceramic vessels crashing to the floor, shattering to pieces.
And in the midst of this chaos, heavy footsteps could be heard coming from outside the palace.
"Thud… Thud…"
Against the backdrop of a white sky illuminated by flashing lightning, a tall figure strode into the majestic undersea palace with heavy steps, his face shrouded in darkness, giving off an indescribable sense of dread.
"Crack!!!"
Accompanied by a dazzling bolt of lightning, the white light illuminated the newcomer's chiseled face. He raised his head, his gloomy face filled with unprecedented rage and ferocity, his eyes blazing with fury.
His body was covered in blood, as if he had just waded out of a sea of gore, with blood still dripping from the gaps in his armor and leg guards.
His right hand, gripping the magic hammer Mjolnir, was trembling incessantly, the exposed veins on the back of his hand bulging from anger and exertion, leaving no doubt that in the next moment, this god of thunder's war hammer would directly smash the skull of the one who was once his friend.
Among the gods, all the deities had come to this divine feast, except for him, as he was still fighting the Frost Giants who dared to defy the rule of the gods. When he finished slaying those Frost Giants and excitedly arrived at this undersea palace, he was stunned to overhear the conversation between Loki and Sif outside the palace.
He angrily clenched his teeth tightly, first glancing deeply at Sif beside him. The pale-faced Sif looked at him, her face showing deep unease and remorseful guilt.
Thor looked at Sif before him, his lips twitching as if forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart. Then, ignoring Sif before him, he turned to look at Loki.
"Loki!!!"
He roared in a low voice, like the growl of a lion before its furious outburst, making one deeply uneasy.
"I'm going to kill you… I'm going to kill you, you bastard filled with deceitful lies from head to toe, filthy to the extreme, making people sick."
With that, he raised the war hammer in his hand and walked towards Loki with eyes spewing flames.
Not just figuratively, but literally, scorching flames were gushing from his eyes, burning every inch of skin on this god of thunder, making him look like a man wreathed in fire.
With every step he took, a burning spark was left on the ground. At the same time, sparks occasionally fell from his body, and when they hit the ground, they immediately began to spread and burn in this waterless undersea palace.
The slightest movement of a god would showcase their awe-inspiring might.
The fury of a great god would transform into unquenchable divine flames, burning endlessly as long as the anger persisted.
Seeing Thor before him who had practically turned into a being of living flame, the mocking expression on Loki's face gradually faded. His pupils grew solemn, every muscle in his body tensing in alert wariness.
He couldn't escape.
His mind was already telling him this with absolute certainty.
The scorching murderous intent enveloped him, locking onto his every movement. Any slight action from him would directly cause the thunder god before him to suddenly lash out, fiercely swinging the magic hammer in his hand that had slaughtered countless Frost Giants towards his head.
How many Frost Giants had the god of thunder killed?
No one could count clearly, just as you wouldn't remember how many pieces of bread you had eaten.
But he probably wouldn't mind killing one more Frost Giant who happened to be an evil god.
To others, Loki was a god skilled in all sorts of magic, with magical attainments that even Odin praised. But in the eyes of the thunder god, he was nothing more than a Frost Giant with some magic tricks.
Just a loaf of struggling bread.
Countless futures flashed before him, but as the god of thunder advanced, these infinitely possible futures rapidly dwindled. Among those myriad possibilities, the futures where he lived were extinguished, replaced by more and more scenes of his death…
Death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death!!!!!!!!!!!!
Facing that immense might, his heart seemed to be gripped tight, unable to beat.
The inexplicable trembling and suffocating sensation made Loki, sitting on the wicker chair, almost unable to breathe, his consciousness gradually blurring. He subconsciously opened his mouth, like a catfish stranded on land.
In Loki's hazy perception, the faceless figure of living fire before him seemed to be death grinning hideously.
He had never been so close to death before…
And at this moment.
"Enough!!!"
Suddenly, accompanied by the furious shout of the king of the gods, the heavy scepter slammed down.
The shout made the figure of fire stop in his tracks, the might that had nearly crushed Loki until he couldn't breathe gradually receding.
"Cough cough… Cough cough…"
Covering his throat, Loki coughed violently without regard for decorum, a sense of having narrowly escaped death enveloping him.
He glanced at the thunder god before him. He was still staring at him with eyes spewing flames, wishing he could tear him to shreds, but the divine command from the king of the gods made it impossible for him to take a step forward, only able to stand there helplessly.
Loki smiled nonchalantly, then turned his head to look up.
There, the serene one-eyed king of the gods was watching him.
No matter how many scandals Loki exposed, this tight-lipped king of the gods showed no reaction on his face, as if he already knew everything, because this was precisely a scene he had foreseen in those myriad futures.
And across from him, Loki was the same.
The two were like actors on a stage, performing a script they both knew. The only difference was… actors performed an illusory life, while they were performing their true lives.
"Loki, how long do you intend to keep causing trouble?"
Odin's profound single eye seemed to have seen through everything as he looked at Loki and spoke in a deep voice.
From beginning to end, the one-eyed king of the gods had only been quietly watching this evil god, saying nothing, watching Loki vent his dissatisfaction and anger.
Loki looked at him, then once again revealed that cynical, flippant smile on his face, the savagery and fury deep in his pupils seeming to mock this world that made him feel such deep anger.
"Heh… Hehehehehe… Hahahahahahaha!!!!!!"
With one hand on his forehead, he tilted his head back and laughed wildly, pounding on the long table before him like a madman, tears in his laughter, an inexplicable sense of sorrow emanating from him.
After a long while, he finally gradually stopped laughing. Panting, he raised his head, looked at the king of the gods before him, his eyes carrying coldness and calmness, then muttered under his breath,
"Odin, you may have already yielded to that fate, but I won't."
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.
Then, before the stunned gaze of all present, this god of fire and evil suddenly vanished from where he stood.