Joining forces

Light, boundless and unyielding, bathed the scene in its harsh brilliance.

Heat, searing and relentless, radiated from Caesar's form.

In that moment, an immense surge of energy exploded from within him. Utilizing the Space Gem, he anchored this formidable power firmly within his body, transforming him into what seemed like the very embodiment of the sun itself.

This was Caesar, rejuvenated and more powerful than ever after his intense battles with Doujian and Supreme Wisdom. Now, he was testing the limits of his newly enhanced solar abilities for the first time.

His form melded into that of a Fixed Star—a celestial body of immense power. "The sun is me, and I am the sun," he declared, his voice echoing the newfound majesty of his sun war body.

Despite the immense energy radiating from him, the sprawling form of the Fixed Star could not harm Tiffany, who watched from a distance.

But now, as Caesar embraced his Fixed Star incarnation and was bolstered by the Space Gem, Tiffany could no longer dodge the direct onslaught.

The extreme heat and blinding light that Caesar wielded were weapons of untold destruction. With each attack, Tiffany's body began to show signs of scorching; blackened marks marred his skin where the attacks landed.

His once snow-white hair singed to the roots, leaving behind nothing but a glossy, reddish scalp. The transformation wiped the usual humor from his face, replaced now by a grave seriousness. No longer could he afford the luxury of jest; every ounce of his strength was required to fend off Caesar's relentless assault.

One by one, Tiffany's vast treasures began to fall prey to the destructive force. Reluctantly, he used these cherished items to block the devastating attacks. Each item destroyed was a blow to his heart; these were not mere objects, but pieces of history he had amassed over countless years, nearly as dear to him as life itself.

Yet, in the face of such peril, Tiffany understood a harsh truth: he needed to survive to enjoy his collections. Only by living could he continue to cherish the treasures he had so painstakingly gathered over the ages.

Light, boundless and unyielding, bathed the scene in its harsh brilliance.

Heat, searing and relentless, radiated from Caesar's form.

In that moment, an immense surge of energy exploded from within him. Utilizing the Space Gem, he anchored this formidable power firmly within his body, transforming him into what seemed like the very embodiment of the sun itself.

This was Caesar, rejuvenated and more powerful than ever after his intense battles with Doujian and Supreme Wisdom. Now, he was testing the limits of his newly enhanced solar abilities for the first time.

His form melded into that of a Fixed Star—a celestial body of immense power. "The sun is me, and I am the sun," he declared, his voice echoing the newfound majesty of his sun war body.

Despite the immense energy radiating from him, the sprawling form of the Fixed Star could not harm Tiffany, who watched from a distance.

But now, as Caesar embraced his Fixed Star incarnation and was bolstered by the Space Gem, Tiffany could no longer dodge the direct onslaught.

The extreme heat and blinding light that Caesar wielded were weapons of untold destruction. With each attack, Tiffany's body began to show signs of scorching; blackened marks marred his skin where the attacks landed.

His once snow-white hair singed to the roots, leaving behind nothing but a glossy, reddish scalp. The transformation wiped the usual humor from his face, replaced now by a grave seriousness. No longer could he afford the luxury of jest; every ounce of his strength was required to fend off Caesar's relentless assault.

One by one, Tiffany's vast treasures began to fall prey to the destructive force. Reluctantly, he used these cherished items to block the devastating attacks. Each item destroyed was a blow to his heart; these were not mere objects, but pieces of history he had amassed over countless years, nearly as dear to him as life itself.

Yet, in the face of such peril, Tiffany understood a harsh truth: he needed to survive to enjoy his collections. Only by living could he continue to cherish the treasures he had so painstakingly gathered over the ages.

Definitely, that's just the grandmaster's opinion. He thinks he and many others are good friends.

Tiffany felt a little sad in his heart, not because he was hurt by Caesar, but because of his damaged collection. However, to protect more of his collection, he had to face Caesar, who destroyed many of his prized possessions with an exaggerated smile on his face. Even though deep down he might despise him!

The grandmaster is already his most likely friend to help, and other cosmic elders may not necessarily lend a hand. Even if you try to fight, who knows how many collections you'll have to sacrifice to defeat Caesar?

Given that the three of them were willing to talk to each other, the exchange was quite pleasant, if you don't count the exaggerations. Grandmaster and Tiffany indeed have some amusing abilities.

Withdrawing the bounty, safeguarding the secrets of Infinite Gems, and losing the collection he desired in exchange for an Angel, excavated from the void.

The fourth-order Aesir gods, half of the god of war, Tyr.

Caesar had encountered Tyr, a formidable Protoss titled the God of War. At his peak, he should have had the strength of a fourth-order Medium level and would battle alongside Odin Hela throughout the year. However, he mysteriously disappeared, and soon after, Hela staged a coup.

Unexpectedly, Caesar came across Tyr again, but only half of his corpse, found in the void. After pondering for a while, Caesar exchanged a few words with Grandmaster Tiffany once more. Holding Tyr's remaining body, he returned directly to Angel Star.

Though Tyr was deceased, his body was still fairly potent, containing a powerful fourth-order divine power within it. The third-order Aesir gods, after absorbing this divine power, had a faint hope of inheriting the divine power of the god of war and becoming a new, incomparably powerful god of war.

Valina, already a third-order Valkyrie, but with minimal hope of reaching the fourth-order on her own, could make use of this. Caesar entrusted Tyr's remains to Valina. She tried her best to absorb Tyr's divine power, but it was insufficient to break through.

Indeed, if creating a powerful fourth-order Protoss were easy, why would the Collector just hand it out? Caesar had no choice but to utilize the reincarnation pool, consuming a significant amount of faith energy, to help Valina break through to Tier 4.

The power of faith is a potent and enigmatic energy. Valina successfully broke through, though she was only the weakest Tier 4. With the inheritance of the God of War's power, she may eventually emulate Tyr's prowess.

Angel remained calm, and Caesar chose to continue developing and refining his strength. The entire universe began to stir!

Meanwhile, the battle between Thor and Valina dragged on.

Thor, mighty as he was, wielded the strength of a third-tier warrior. Even with Mjolnir's blessing, he only reached the standard combat power of a Tier 4 fighter.

But Valina, after years of training under Caesar, had absorbed the power of the God of War. With her standard Tier 4 divine power, she easily overpowered Thor in a matter of moments.

Valina's divine power, derived from the god of war, matched the thunderous might of Thor. Her agile movements kept her one step ahead of Thor, her dragon tooth sword leaving numerous wounds on his divine body.

If it weren't for Valina's long-standing respect for Caesar, she wouldn't hesitate to finish him off.

Thor lay in a pool of blood, utterly defeated.

As Valina drew her dragon tooth sword, Thor, who had idolized valkyries since childhood, hurled Mjolnir, the valkyrie's iconic weapon.

During their intense battle, Thor noticed a mark on Valina's arm.

He couldn't fathom why a valkyrie would attack the royal family of Asgard, especially when wielding Mjolnir, Thor's own weapon.

But Valina remained silent, focused solely on the fight.

Thor struggled to hold his own against Valina's relentless assault, using all his energy just to keep her at bay.

Meanwhile, the battle between Odin and Caesar raged on, with Thor unable to intervene.

Odin, wearing the Destroyer armor and wielding Gungnir, should have possessed the strength of a fourth-tier warrior, the power of the Heavenly Father.

However, he found himself locked in a stalemate with Caesar, even at a disadvantage.

"Odin, you've grown old," Caesar taunted, parrying another blow from Odin's flaming sword.

Their clash sparked a fierce exchange, their weapons meeting in a blur of steel.

Despite Odin's swift attacks, Caesar effortlessly countered, bombarding him with questions.

A Tier 4 Aesir like Odin should never age like this, Caesar argued.

Odin gasped for breath, his movements slowing.

The strain of battle was taking its toll on his aged body.

The flaming sword relentlessly scraped against the Destroyer's armor, the sound of metal on metal echoing harshly.

Odin remained unscathed, sheltered within the impervious armor of the Destroyer, which brimmed with his divine might.

The flaming sword wielded by the current Caesar proved resilient, defying easy fracture.

Caesar too emerged unscathed, his mastery of the Space Force facilitating a barrage of relentless assaults.

Though appearing minute, the disparity between them spanned vast distances.

The clash persisted, yet Odin and Caesar both sensed the looming conclusion.

In this protracted deadlock, victory seemed assuredly Caesar's.

Odin's corporeal form neared its limits, his capacity for prolonged combat waning.

Observing Odin's plight, Heimdall and Sif hastened to his aid.

The trio, stalwart defenders of Asgard, regarded Thor, beset by injuries, and besieged by Valina, with somber silence.

Without hesitation, they intervened, bolstering Thor's defense and joining the fray against Valina.

Meanwhile, Heimdall stood aloof, abstaining from the Aesir's internecine strife, his gaze fixated on the unfolding clash between Odin and Caesar.

Regardless of his loyalties—to king, friend, or the intricate interplay between them—Heimdall abhorred the notion of their blood staining the hallowed grounds.

The timely arrival of Sif and the Three Warriors alleviated Thor's burden.

Though individually lacking in formidable might, their coordinated efforts proved formidable.

As for Sif, she represented a formidable asset in combat.

Thor, relieved by their support, fought alongside them, directing his query at Valina amidst the tumultuous battle.

"Valkyrie? The legendary elite warriors? Why do you stand against Asgard alongside an outsider? Shouldn't your allegiance lie with the royal family and our realm?"

Valina, undeterred by their onslaught, cast a fleeting glance at Heimdall, standing resolute by her side.

In the distance, the fairy queen Frigga hastened towards the unfolding confrontation.

She responded, her voice tinged with defiance, "Valkyrie? No longer. Since that fateful day, I relinquished such allegiance."

As for outsiders, she added with a sardonic smirk, "How can you be certain I don't serve the royal family? Asgard's feebleness has become evident. Caesar speaks the truth; were it not for Odin's intervention, I could have subdued this realm unaided. The time for this charade has ended!"

With steely resolve, Valina channeled the power of the war god, imbuing her dragon tooth sword with a crimson radiance, enhancing its speed and lethality.

In a blur of motion, she seemed to transform into a formidable hundred-armed giant, poised to unleash devastation upon her foes.

The Dragon Tooth Sword in his grasp instantly transformed into hundreds of blades, unleashing a simultaneous assault on all four adversaries.

The swishing sound grew louder, matching Valina's fierce attacks.

It wasn't merely the howl of the wind, but a tempest of air swirling directly.

The mighty wind roared incessantly, yet amidst its fury, a distinct clanging and crisp clicking could be heard.

As the wind ceased, so did the battle.

Though the three Asgardian warriors moved in harmony, their prowess was lacking, their wounds unhealed.

Valina swiftly disarmed the man with a deft stroke before he could rise again.

Offering Sif a slight nod of acknowledgment, recognizing Asgard's scarce female combatant.

With a swift motion, she turned a stab into a slap, dislodging Sif's weapon and rendering her unconscious with a blow to the neck.

Meanwhile, Frigga approached Thor.

Valina opted not for a heavy blow but rather slashed at Thor's hands, compelling him to release Mjolnir.

A final kick sent him sprawling from the fray.

Glancing at Mjolnir beneath her feet, Valina cast a disdainful gaze upon Thor struggling to rise.

"Asgard cannot rely solely on artifacts! Have the so-called royal family truly safeguarded Asgard?"

With her words spoken, she cast aside the Dragon Tooth Sword.

The Sword of Honor of the Valkyries?

Merely a relic of the past.

Valina ceased her assault, diverting her attention to the clash between Odin and Caesar, akin to Heimdall.

Frigga hastened to Thor's side, witnessing his battered form.

Struggling to rise, Thor sought to shield Frigga from harm, aware of Valina's might.

Frigga embraced Thor, her gaze meeting Valina's deliberately averted eyes.

She began to heal Thor with her potent magic, ensuring his injuries were tended to and rescuing Sif and the three warriors from further folly in attacking Valina.

Tears welled in her eyes as she silently observed the distant struggle between Odin and Caesar.

Though in anguish, Frigga refrained from intervening directly.

They were more than just spouses and offspring.

They were the God King and ruler of the Nine Realms, the sovereigns of the Celestial Realm.

Their battle would not commence easily, nor would it conclude swiftly.