Marvel: What If Thanos Adopted A Saiyan?-Chapter 117 - 118: Thanos’ Blade, Odin’s Spear

"Damn it!"

"This lunatic!"

Hela, who had been quietly observing from the ground, suddenly turned pale. She couldn't help but curse under her breath.

The Nine Realms were intertwined—sharing the same breath, the same fate.

In the foundational Asgardian histories she was once required to study, Hela had learned in painstaking detail how Asgard's ancestors defined the Nine Realms. Though each realm stood as an independent world upon the World Tree, their essences were intricately and mysteriously connected. The destruction of even one realm would send shockwaves through the remaining eight, causing untold consequences.

Whether those consequences would be positive or catastrophic, no one could say. No denizen of the Nine Realms had ever dared test it. But one thing was certain: if a realm were to fall, chaos and unrest would ripple through the others immediately.

Even Odin, the All-Father—the god-king who once sought to unify the Nine Realms under his rule through conquest—never considered obliterating the world-essences of the other eight realms.

And yet now, a golden-haired Saiyan from the Centaurian galaxy was doing exactly that.

"Stop, Lothar!"

This time, Hela found herself forced to side with Malekith.

If the world core of Svartalfheim were to be destroyed, the entire Nine Realms would plunge into chaos in an instant. Even Asgard itself, though untouched by war thus far, would not be spared.

Hela would never allow that to happen.

She wanted to win this war—but that didn't mean she wanted to see her homeland scorched in the process.

"Destroying Svartalfheim will shake all Nine Realms!"

An immature godhood of death flared within Hela's body. The divine power of the Aesir surged, amplified by her death godhood, forming a shockwave of energy in an attempt to block Lothar's onslaught.

Beside her, Malekith reacted just as swiftly.

A torrent of black energy, interwoven with Hela's divine death power, surged upward to meet Lothar's silver-white energy beam midair. In utter silence, the forces collided—and the sheer annihilation spread across every inch of Svartalfheim.

Dark Elf soldiers. Dark Elf civilians...

Every soul still struggling to survive on Svartalfheim disintegrated into ash, swallowed by the residual energy wave.

Just as Lothar had declared—all would return to nothing.

"What does the fate of the Nine Realms have to do with me?!"

Lothar hovered in the sky, pouring out energy without pause. Visions of The Other and Woz danced across his mind.

"I don't belong in your world!"

To Lothar, whether Svartalfheim died alongside Woz and The Other—or the entire Nine Realms perished with them—made no difference.

Either way, someone was going down with them.

"RAAAHHHH!!"

Lothar's green eyes constricted with a feral scream. He could almost hear The Other—reduced to ashes—singing a solemn hymn behind him.

"You maniac!!!"

Veins bulged on Hela's forehead as her immature godhood pushed her body past its limits.

And just as she felt herself on the brink of collapse, a surge of verdant light erupted from Svartalfheim's world core and flowed directly into her.

"What is this?"

Her depleted body regenerated the moment the green light entered her. Her strength even grew beyond its prior limits. Hela froze, astonishment rising in her eyes.

"The power of the World Tree's core?!"

A branch of the tree appeared in her hand, glowing green. With a single thought, she transformed it into a sword.

ROAAARRR!!

Faintly, she heard a roar—ecstatic, yet vengeful—echo through her soul, only to be smothered again by the vast power of the World Tree.

"What are you daydreaming for?!"

"If we don't stop him now, the Nine Realms are finished!"

Malekith's furious shout jolted Hela back to her senses. "Shut up, Malekith!"

"Don't you get it?! This mess is your fault!"

If he'd just handed over the Aether Particle earlier, none of this would have happened.

He could've died alone—but no, he had to drag the whole Nine Realms down with him. If she didn't still need his power to counter Lothar's onslaught, she would've skewered Malekith herself for catharsis!

Wait...

Skewering Malekith?

With the World Tree's endless power surging through her, Hela suddenly conceived of a perfect, two-pronged solution.

"Lothar!"

"Listen to—?!" She didn't finish. The sudden surge in pressure cut her off—Lothar's power was rising again!

"Silence."

Lothar's shirtless form hovered beneath the storm-dark sky. Golden aura blazed around him, crackling with bolts of lightning that only grew more violent.

"If you want to live—get out of my way."

Prince Lothar... I fear I can no longer walk this path with you.

Lord Lothar! Please, retreat along the route Woz mapped out for you!

The voices of Woz and The Other echoed in Lothar's ears. He clenched his teeth, ignoring the pain surging through every muscle fiber as he intensified his energy output.

"AAAAAAAAH!!!"

As Laufey stepped onto the battlefield via teleportation array, he was greeted by a wave of annihilation hurtling straight for Malekith.

"Malekith!!"

Reacting on instinct, Laufey fired a blast of Frost energy. The calm façade on his face finally shattered.

"Save the explanation. We've got a madman trying to wipe out the Nine Realms!"

Malekith, now forced into the role of main line defense, twisted the narrative instantly. Energies from Jotunheim, Svartalfheim, and Asgard fused together, driven by the World Tree's power, inch by inch grinding away at Lothar's attack.

"You two hold him. I'm going after him."

With a glance at Laufey's bewildered expression, Hela took to the skies, her sword in hand.

"Lothar!"

Wielding the World Tree branch-turned-sword, a phantom of mountains and rivers formed behind Hela as she charged Lothar head-on—only to be shattered midair by a single energy pulse from his mouth.

"What?!"

Blasted away, disbelief was etched across Hela's face.

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A voice, heavy and resolute, echoed like thunder—sending visible shudders through both Malekith and Laufey.

A long spear tore through space and locked onto Lothar midair. Its crushing aura caused every thunderclap in Svartalfheim's sky to fall silent.

"Father?!"

Joy bloomed on Hela's face.

Odin?

Lothar narrowed his eyes at the familiar spear—he'd encountered it before. And now, an eerie premonition stirred in his chest: no matter how he dodged, the spear would hit him.

There was only one option: stop the clash with Malekith and Laufey and divert his attack to knock down the spear.

Except...

"You've gone too far, Odin."

A voice, cold and distant as Lothar's own, echoed across the skies of Svartalfheim.

A massive blade, gleaming with cold light, spun through the air—and struck Odin's spear to the ground.

Beneath a cascade of rainbow light, Odin descended astride his flying steed.

And from a brilliant magic circle, clad in golden armor, Thanos stepped forth, raising his clenched right fist high—

"Father?"

Lothar arched a brow, his eyes wide with surprise.

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