The land of the ancient gods, a place that is not connected to any universe, where the concept of time does not exist.
Theoretically, everyone who has been here and everyone who will come here in the future, we will all meet here.
And Gorr the God Butcher from Universe 616 is the clearest example.
"My name is Gorr, son of mortals, a wanderer in a forgotten world."
"I fought my way through a bloody path to reach the source of all things, only for a pure dream…"
Gorr looked at the gods present and made his declaration in a deep voice.
But he didn't manage to finish.
He was interrupted by a voice beside him.
"I understand, you came to end this era of the gods, right?"
Aron finished what Gorr hadn't said.
At this moment, Gorr had not yet traveled to Universe Earth-199999, so he didn't know Aron.
But he recognized the All-Black the Necrosword in Aron's hand.
"I came to hunt an ancient god, take the heart of an ancient god, and create a Godbomb."
"But now it seems… my plan has failed."
Gorr honestly stated his purpose for coming.
In any case, they weren't in the same timeline; even if he said it, nothing would change.
"But you'll still do it."
"Good."
Aron waved his hand.
Together with Gorr, he looked at the Three Sisters of Fate.
"Now we have two god-slayers, two Asgardian god-kings, and one goddess of death."
"And one big guy who eats planets like cookies."
"May I ask, Your Excellency, ancient god, how will you respond?"
As soon as Aron's words fell,
Odin raised the Gungnir spear, and Thor summoned Stormbreaker.
Hela also drew the Necrosword and Mjolnir, standing beside Odin and Thor.
The three members of Odin's family were finally on the same side.
At this moment, their divine power was hellish.
And Gorr the God Butcher was stunned when Aron mentioned "two god-slayers" earlier.
"You're also a god-slayer?"
"So… you inherited my will?"
At that, Gorr looked again at the All-Black the Necrosword in Aron's hand, as if realizing something.
Reasonable!
"I didn't inherit your will, we're just like-minded~."
"In the future, if you meet a man talking to you about atheism, remember to be kind to him."
Aron planted a thought in Gorr in advance.
But now, the real focus was still on the Three Sisters of Fate.
"Odin Borson."
"Thor Odinson."
"Hela Odinsdottir."
"Gorr."
"Aron…"
The Three Sisters of Fate recited each name.
By their form of address, it should be: your given name, followed by your father's name.
For example, Thor Odinson means: Thor, son of Odin.
But when it came to Aron's origin, the three sisters suddenly "stopped."
Something was wrong!
No such person existed in the database?
The Three Sisters of Fate, unable to comprehend, simply skipped Aron.
Then they turned their gaze toward the Devourer of Worlds standing behind.
"Also…"
The name Galan hadn't even been spoken yet.
Boom——!
A beam of cosmic energy pierced through deep space, illuminating everyone's faces!
With a single blast of energy, Galactus burned one of the three sisters who had spoken into ash!
"What are you to dare call me by name?"
Fortunately, Galactus only lightly punished the one who dared to address him by name.
He had no intention of continuing his attack on the remaining two goddesses of fate.
But he still terrified the remaining two into complete paralysis.
"Hm?"
Aron suddenly realized something was wrong.
He turned toward the Devourer of Worlds.
"Galan, how much power did you just use?"
Galactus didn't mind Aron calling him Galan.
After all, even Eternity called him brother.
By that generational standard,
calling Galactus "Galan" was perfectly proper.
"Not much, just a little, why?" Galactus replied.
Hearing that answer, Aron said nothing.
He grabbed the All-Black the Necrosword and charged straight at the remaining two of the Three Sisters of Fate.
"Insolent!"
"We are fate…"
Slash!
One of the goddesses of fate didn't even finish her sentence.
Aron cut off her head with his sword, and the head, masked and cloaked, flew high into the air.
As it fell…
pieces of cloak and mask scattered.
Revealing the true face of the hidden goddess of fate.
It was a blue-skinned, swollen, deformed, twisted face.
Two eyes, one large and one small, covered by cyst-like sockets.
A crooked nose crossing over a mouth split into several parts.
Barely resembling a human form.
The word, goddess, didn't fit at all.
"No wonder you cover yourselves."
Hela looked on in disgust.
The Three Sisters with masks and cloaks had at least seemed decent, their bodies looking presentable.
Who knew that once unmasked, they'd look even more grotesque than the ugliest demon in hell.
But Aron didn't care whether the three sisters were ugly or not.
Although beauty and ugliness mattered,
what was more important was…
"Didn't you realize these three are novices?"
Slash!
Aron said, turned, and with one swing cut down the last of the Three Sisters of Fate.
The whole process was effortless, easier than slaughtering a chicken.
Honestly.
If not for Galactus's earlier casual blast,
Aron wouldn't have expected the Three Sisters of Fate to be such amateurs.
"Are these women really ancient gods?"
Thor stepped forward and nudged the bodies of the Three Sisters of Fate with his foot.
After confirming they were truly dead,
he was completely speechless.
"This…!?"
Even Odin was stunned.
The Three Sisters of Fate clearly held the great authority of weaving destiny.
As long as it was fate woven by them, the future would inevitably come true.
Not even the king of gods could change it.
That's why neither Odin nor Thor had imagined that the Three Sisters of Fate could be defeated so easily.
"If we had hesitated, we probably couldn't have won."
After dealing with the Three Sisters of Fate, Aron approached the loom.
He pulled out the fabric being woven inside.
In the Great War in the realm of the Ancient Gods, Gorr the God Butcher mistakenly kills Thor, Odin enrages and clashes with Gorr…
Dissatisfied with his mission to protect Aron, the Devourer of Worlds secretly strikes him from behind and kills Aron…
Hela dies…
The contents of the fabric were all scenes of mysterious deaths and defeats of everyone present.
Even though the Three Sisters of Fate had long begun their attack.
Once they finished weaving those tapestries,
the outcome likely would have been exactly that.
"They probably weren't the true ancient gods either, we have to keep going."
Aron glanced at the corpses of the Three Sisters of Fate.
Such weak power and such strange ability didn't match at all.
It was more likely that, like Jormungandr, they were merely servants of the true ancient gods.
Indeed!
When Aron said they should move on,
a furious voice suddenly echoed.
"Enough!"
"You have achieved your purpose!"