RBCT Chapter 1995 The Transmigrator's Mission Completed, "Loki the God-King" Seated on His
Chapter 1995 The Transmigrator's Mission Completed, "Loki the God-King" Seated on His
Chapter 1995 The Transmigrator's Mission Completed, "Loki the God-King" Seated on His Throne!
The outcome of the subsequent war was no longer in doubt.
Without Thanos, his army, though still powerful, quickly crumbled under the combined onslaught of Thor and the regrouped Asgardian army.
The remaining fleet was quickly wiped out, and the wreckage fell like a meteor shower into the starry sea surrounding Asgard, becoming part of the cosmic dust.
The war was already destined to end the moment Thanos was defeated and killed.
As the echoes of the final explosion dissipated in the starry sky, the sounds of the chat group almost simultaneously resounded in the minds of Bai Xuan, Thor, Loki, Tony, and Grey Wolf:
"Ding, group member's task completed, battlefield contribution points being calculated."
"The percentage of group members in this battle is as follows: [Child of Nature] 93%, [Leader of the Human Tribe] 3%, [Guardian of the Sheep Village] 2%, [Billionaire of the Lighthouse] 1%, and [Great King of Asgard] 1%."
"Ding! The task rewards have been distributed to the accounts of all group members. You can check them at any time."
The percentage of tasks clearly demonstrates the balance of power in the battle just now.
Bai Xuan alone carried almost all the chances of victory.
The rest of the group, whether it was Loki, Tony, or Grey Wolf and Rick, all seemed insignificant in the face of such overwhelming data.
But no one objected to this.
Those who participated in the war knew the terrifying power Thanos possessed after his "enhancement," and they also knew how much they had sacrificed in this war.
Even Rick and Grey Wolf were easily suppressed, so Bai Xuan's 93% percentage might even seem conservative.
However, at this moment, no one was looking at what was happening in the chat group.
Their eyes all turned to Loki; no, it should be said that Loki stepped forward at that moment.
When the war ended, Loki stood on the battlefield. He didn't speak, but slowly raised the Eternal Spear in his hand; at the same time, his own power quickly enveloped the entire battlefield, and even the places where all the Asgardian warriors had fallen.
At the same time, the whole of Asgard seemed to resonate with it.
The accumulated fortune and faith of countless years, deep within the land of Asgard, converged into the light released by the Reality Stone under the guidance of Loki's divine power and kingly authority.
The soft light became dazzling and sacred, carrying the golden radiance of Asgard, like the gentlest rain, sprinkling upon every fallen Asgardian warrior.
A miracle happened.
Those broken bodies, severed limbs, and fatal wounds began to heal and regenerate at a visible speed under the light that combined the power of the Reality Stone with the entire essence of Asgard.
His cold, stiff body warmed up again, his dim pupils regained their divine light, and his weak breathing became strong once more.
One after another, Asgardian warriors, filled with bewilderment and shock, struggled to their feet from pools of blood, from beneath ruins, and from the embrace of their comrades.
Their wounds had healed, and their fatigue had vanished, as if they had only just woken from a long and painful nightmare.
This is not about reversing time, nor is it about retrieving souls from the river of death.
What Loki did was to use the Reality Stone and his own power of the Lies to alter reality and deny falsehood, along with the divine imprint he had pre-planted in the bodies of every warrior going into battle, to "deny" the fact that they had "died" in the previous battle.
In their "reality," the war did not truly take their lives; the cold death was merely a temporary illusion.
The divine power and faith of Asgard underpin the very essence of their existence.
The Reality Stone and Loki's power overlaid the "brief death" onto a new reality; while the divine mark he left behind acted like a flame of life, ensuring that the individual existence of each warrior was not swept away by the torrent of reality and could be accurately "lit up".
Rather than a resurrection, it was more like a denial of death, using divine power to forcibly reconnect and repair their lifelines that should not have been completely severed.
Bai Xuan, Rick, and the others immediately understood the underlying principle and were not surprised that Loki had considered this point in advance.
As the king of Asgard, it was only natural that he would consider this.
But for the Asgardian warriors on the battlefield, this was an undeniable miracle, a power that transcended life and death and reversed fate!
They watched in disbelief as their comrades, who had fought alongside them not long before and then died heroically, stood up one by one, their wounds gone, their breaths weak yet full of life. The shock and joy they felt exploded in their hearts like thunder.
"They...came back to life?"
"It was His Majesty Loki! It was His Majesty who saved them!"
"Praise be to His Majesty! Praise be to Asgard!"
"I knew it! I knew His Majesty wouldn't abandon any of us!"
After a brief silence, there was a deafening roar of cheers and shouts.
The relief of surviving the ordeal, the ecstasy of seeing his comrades "resurrected," and the heartfelt awe and worship of the new god-king who performed such a "miracle" intertwined and transformed into a surging torrent of emotions that swept across the entire Asgard.
Tears and smiles appeared on the faces of these resolute soldiers. They embraced each other, pounding each other's strong arms, releasing their excitement in the most primal way.
Thor stared in disbelief at the resurrected figures on the battlefield, then suddenly looked at the figure holding the Spear of Eternity, whose face was "slightly pale" but whose posture was upright, his expression somewhat dazed.
At this moment, bathed in the remaining glory of Asgard and under the fervent gaze of thousands of warriors, Loki's figure slowly overlapped with that of his father Odin, the majestic, wise king who always put Asgard first in his memory.
It wasn't the sheer power of their strength, but rather the sense of responsibility, the wisdom, the unwavering determination to protect their people at any cost, and the "miracle" of turning the impossible into the possible—a true testament to the king's power!
"Loki."
Thor murmured to himself, his Stormbreaker bowing unconsciously.
He felt a complex emotion churning in his chest.
It was a feeling of shock, relief, guilt, and pride, all of which ultimately turned into a long sigh.
He had never realized so clearly that his brother, Loki Laufeson, had truly become a worthy king, a king no less than their father.
Father, can you see this?
Loki has now become a great king.
Thor sighed inwardly.
Loki, who was not far away, saw everything.
The warriors' enthusiastic cheers, and Thor's undisguised shock and admiration.
Although he maintained the dignity and composure befitting a god-king on the surface, his pale face, due to the depletion of his power, even added to his cold demeanor.
But no one knew that his heart was already filled with unprecedented joy and satisfaction.
Especially when he saw Thor's undisguised gaze, an indescribable sense of pleasure almost made him burst out laughing.
He was scheming, he plotted, he craved recognition, and he longed to prove that he was more suited to the position than Thor.
Now, although he has long since ascended to the throne by joining the chat group, he has also long ago demonstrated the responsibility and strength that a king should have in front of Thor.
But now that it's happening again, seeing the familiar expression on Thor's face, he still can't help but feel a surge of joy.
That's the expression he wanted to see!
This is the look of sincere admiration for him, the belief that he is the most suitable king, and the self-awareness of his own inferiority!
But he did not forget his identity and the occasion.
Loki took a deep breath, suppressed his turbulent emotions, stepped forward, and slowly swept his gaze across the excited crowd around him, finally settling on the warriors who had just "awakened" and were still somewhat bewildered, as well as those warriors covered in blood who were overjoyed and weeping with joy at the "resurrection" of their comrades.
He raised the Eternal Spear in his hand, its tip gleaming coldly in the eternal starlight of Asgard, reflecting his solemn face.
The noisy battlefield gradually quieted down, and everyone's eyes were focused on their king.
"Warriors of Asgard!"
“Look around you, look at your compatriots who have stood up again.”
“Just now, I used my power to pull you back from the border of 'death'.”
"Many people believe this is resurrection, a miracle of reversing life and death." "No! I'm telling you, this is not resurrection!"
Loki's voice suddenly rose, carrying a resolute tone.
He looked around at everyone, his tone becoming extremely solemn:
"Because I, Loki Laufeson, the God-King of Asgard, have never allowed, nor will I ever accept, that my warriors, my people, shall truly and irrevocably die in this war to defend our homeland!"
"Your lives, your courage, your loyalty are Asgard's most precious and irreplaceable treasure!"
"It is the foundation of Asgard, the inextinguishable flame of the palace!"
"The Golden Palace can be rebuilt, the walls can be repaired, but the death of every Asgardian is an irreparable wound to this nation!"
"Asgard without its warriors is nothing but a magnificent empty shell; what meaning does an eternal life hold for a nation without its people?!"
"I have walked the path of lies and deceit, witnessed the rise and fall of countless nations, and once looked down on many things in my confusion."
Loki's voice lowered, carrying a subtle heaviness that only those who have truly experienced loss can understand.
“But I know better than anyone what it means to sit on this throne.”
"It is not a breeding ground for power and pleasure, but a crown of responsibility and sacrifice! Its weight is the trust and life of every Asgardian!"
"I promised you that I would lead you to victory and bring you home, not one of you will be missing!"
"Today, I took the first step."
"And I swear to you, to the Nine Realms, to this starry sky: as long as I, Loki Laufeson, am the King of Asgard, as long as the glory and will of Asgard live on, I will do everything in my power to make every sacrifice of yours worthwhile!"
"Let every charge of yours know that your home is waiting behind you! Let every drop of blood you shed be worthwhile!"
"This is not a gift, but a king's oath to his warrior, Asgard's responsibility to those who protect her!"
Loki's gaze sharpened.
"Today, we defeated a powerful enemy and defended our homeland."
"But war has never truly gone away; darkness still lurks in the depths of the universe."
"I need you, Asgard needs you, we need each other! Wipe away the blood, stand tall, remember today's pain and glory, and then together with me, rebuild a stronger Asgard, one that no enemy dares to desecrate again!"
"For Asgard!"
Loki raised the Spear of Eternity high, his voice booming like thunder.
After a brief silence, an even more fervent roar erupted, soaring into the sky like a tsunami, filled with excitement, hope for the future, and unwavering loyalty and trust in the new god-king on the throne:
"For Asgard!!!"
"For the great god-king Loki!"
For everyone!
The sound waves rolled on, as if to dispel all the gloom and reach the other side of the starry sky.
Thor looked at Loki, who was surrounded by a frenzied crowd and whose eyes were shining with an unprecedented light, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.
He raised his Stormbreaker and joined the roaring torrent.
Loki, standing in the center of the cheers, couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Bai Xuan, Rick, Tony Stark, and Grey Wolf watched all this from afar; the mission was complete, the rewards had been distributed, and it was time for them to leave.
A faint light flashed, and the figures of the four people blurred like reflections in water before disappearing without attracting any attention, except for the Ancient One.
Her deep gaze pierced through space, fixed on the spot where Bai Xuan and the others had disappeared, especially the last place where Bai Xuan had stood.
She lowered her eyes slightly, her hands forming an arcane mudra in front of her chest. The Eye of Agamotto emitted a soft green light from her chest, illuminating her thoughtful face.
"Variables from outside the world"
"Your arrival has changed the course of the universe's destiny."
"But the bigger ripples may have only just begun."
She turned, her yellow robes billowing, and stepped into the sparking portal, returning to the New York Sanctum.
Meanwhile, on the other side of this universe, in the Marvel Universe that originally belonged to Tony.
Here, deep within Asgard, in the secret chamber where Odin sleeps.
Odin, the father of the gods, slumbers, his single remaining eye moving slightly beneath his tightly closed eyelid.
A vast divine power flowed slowly through his aging yet still majestic body, maintaining a fragile balance between life and death. This allowed him to wander his consciousness in the shallows of time and fate during his long slumber, glimpsing countless fragments of possibilities.
At that moment, he had a dream.
It was an incredibly strange, yet incredibly vivid dream.
In his dream, he saw his own "disappearance".
It was not a death on the battlefield, nor a natural death, but a more subtle kind of "departure".
It was as if he had been sold by something, and he disappeared very suddenly.
All that remains is an empty throne and an unfinished mission.
Then he saw Loki.
It was neither the adopted son who laughed and cursed beside his throne, craving recognition yet filled with resentment, nor the cunning god who ultimately fell into the void.
What he saw was Loki, the God-King, clad in Asgardian royal robes, wearing an eagle helmet, holding the Spear of Eternity, and seated on the throne in the Golden Palace.