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Chapter 217: The Villain Died From Talking Too Much

The fierce battle in Asgard had reached its most perilous stage.

The immortal Surtur showed no restraint; despite any efforts to contain him, he continued his relentless approach towards the ground.

In desperation, Frigga had no choice but to implement a backup plan—evacuating everyone.

In Asgard Square, Frigga asked Heimdallr, "How is it? Have the people been evacuated?"

"There's only one last group left. They should all be aboard the spaceship in a few minutes..."

Loki whispered, "Mother, are we really going to abandon Asgard?"

Frigga sighed, "Son, Asgard was never just a place. Wherever our people are, that is Asgard."

Despite her words, the sadness in the eyes of those boarding the spaceship was undeniable.

"You cannot prevent the great prophecy!"

The aerial battle finally concluded. With a mighty roar, Surtur struck heavily, hitting Hela directly. The Night-Sky Sword could not withstand the impact at such altitude.

"Boom…"

The ground was smashed into a crater, and Hela emerged from it, disheveled and breathing heavily.

In the air, Jane Foster hurled Mjölnir towards Surtur.

Mjölnir streaked through the air like a meteor, its thunderous light cutting through the surrounding flames, heading straight for Surtur.

The force was enough to shatter the land!

Surtur's response was straightforward; he grabbed Carol Danvers, who was flying nearby, and charged forward.

"Boom…"

The devastating blow struck Carol's head with such force that the Captain Marvel's defenses were overwhelmed.

Carol: "...."

Surtur did not relent; seizing the opportunity while Jane was stunned, he struck her with his palm.

"Boom"

Another crater formed on the ground of Asgard Square.

"Boom…"

Surtur's massive form crashed into the ground of Asgard, causing landslides and cracks.

At this historic moment, Surtur's chaotic mindset returned to normal. Looking at Asgard, he laughed heartily, "Ragnarök, the great prophecy, has finally come!"

Raising the Twilight Sword, flames gathered at its tip.

"Behold, this is power! And power is the only law!"

After countless years of waiting, Surtur roared in arrogance.

"I am the end of Asgard!"

The sword, infused with Surtur's greatest strength, struck the ground with unstoppable force.

On the nearby spaceship, countless Asgardians closed their eyes.

Frigga turned away, Loki looked pained, and Hela's eyes were blank...

"Boom"

A colossal collision echoed throughout the universe as the Twilight Sword halted just before touching the ground, unable to unleash any more force.

Thor held the unconscious Jean Grey with one arm and raised Stormbreaker with the other, blocking the world-destroying blow.

A portal appeared before him, leading to Thor's room. He placed Jean inside.

At his current level, Thor could ignore all constraints and open teleportation at will.

After sending Jean away, Thor looked at Surtur and said, "You talk too much. Don't you know that villains often perish because they talk too much?"

Thor pushed his hands towards a sword above.

To Surtur's horror, he realized he could no longer grip the Twilight Sword. The massive blade slipped from his hand and flew into the sky.

"No... y"

Surtur's enormous body leaped to retrieve the Twilight Sword.

As he looked down, he saw Thor flying towards him.

Thunder and flames erupted from Thor simultaneously, and Surtur felt—this flame seemed even stronger than the Eternal Fire?

There was no time to ponder as Stormbreaker was already coming towards him.

The Phoenix Force and Thor's power, the two most formidable forces in the universe, collided. Surtur had only enough time to raise the Twilight Sword in defense.

Unmatched power swept across the battlefield.

King of Asgard, Thor, returns as the true king!

In the depths of the universe, countless ancient beings opened their eyes in disbelief, murmuring, "Odin?"

Then, they shook their heads: "No, not Odin, there is another power in that being…"

"Stronger than Odin…"