High in the sky, Frieza watched the scene, yawning boredly.
"It's over. What a boring game."
He slowly floated out of his hovering pod.
His crimson eyes looked towards the Palace main hall, which was still enveloped in a golden shield.
"That old man still won't come out?"
Frieza shook his head, extending a finger and aiming it at the golden tortoise shell.
"Since you won't come out, I'll just demolish this broken house of yours."
Buzz—
At his fingertip, an enormous, pitch-black Death Ball began to furiously condense. The terrifying energy fluctuations caused dense cracks to appear in the surrounding space.
This time, Frieza held nothing back. He truly intended to blast this floating continent into cosmic dust.
"Goodbye, Asgard."
"Oh ho ho ho..."
Just as Frieza was about to throw down the Death Ball—
"Audacious madman!!!"
An ancient yet infinitely majestic roar, as if from the deepest depths of hell, erupted.
Boom!
The roof of the Palace main hall instantly exploded and a dazzling golden light, like the first ray of dawn, pierced through the darkness.
Within that golden light, a long spear, flowing with endless Runic symbols, carrying the causality of certain hit and the full wrath of the All-Father, transformed into a golden lightning bolt, shooting straight for Frieza's heart.
The legendary spear that never misses—Gungnir.
Carrying the divine power Odin had amassed for millennia, and the boundless hatred of a father who lost his beloved son, it tore through the air and warped space itself.
At a speed faster than thought, it instantly appeared at Frieza's glabella.
A strike capable of piercing planets!
Even Thanos would be run clean through by this spear.
However—
Clink!
A crisp, almost unreal metallic ring cut across the battlefield's roars.
Time seemed to pause.
Every gaze snapped to the white figure hovering mid-air.
Frieza still stood with elegant poise, one hand still in his pocket. He had merely lifted his right hand and extended two fingers.
Index and middle.
It was as if he was plucking a weightless toothpick.
That unstoppable spear of causality was now pinched motionless between those pale, slender digits.
The spear tip hovered less than a centimetre from his brow.
The wild golden divine force still surged, struggling and keening in protest. Yet struggle as it might, those fingers remained the firmest clamp in the Universe, utterly unmoving.
"Oh my…"
Frieza tilted his head, smirking at the spear point inches away.
"Isn't this the one-eyed geezer's walking stick?"
"Such a precious thing—why toss it around?"
"If it ruins the flowers or tears my new clothes, could you even pay for it?"
Before the words faded, his fingers pressed slightly.
Crack!
A purple shock-wave shot back along the shaft. Gungnir wailed, its golden light dimming instantly.
Like a snake with its spine shattered, it drooped lifelessly.
"Return to sender."
With a casual flick—
Whoosh!
Gungnir flew back faster than it came.
Rumble—
When the dust settled, an aged yet majestic figure strode from the hall's shadows.
Odin.
But his appearance drew sharp gasps.
Gone was the iconic golden armour. A grey cloak of ancient aura draped his shoulders and blue divine fire blazed in his lone eye, fierce enough to burn the Nine Realms.
Beside him, two suffocating artifacts floated.
On the left: a towering, ferocious, Uru-forged shell armour wreathed in flames—
Destroyer: Ultimate Form!
On the right: an enormous rune-etched greatsword exuding ruination—
Asgardian Core: World-Ending Greatsword!
"Frieza!!!"
Odin's roar shook all of Asgard.
"You slew my son! Razed Midgard! Shamed my realm!"
"Even if I must sacrifice all of Asgard, I shall tear you apart and cast your pieces into endless void!"
Faced with that towering hatred, Frieza merely clapped, interest piqued.
"Oh?"
His gaze swept over Destroyer and the World-Ending Greatsword.
"So these are your trump cards, old man? They do look better than that sparking hammer."
He pointed at the flame-wreathed Destroyer and said, "That tin can seems sturdy—should make a decent punching bag."
"As for that sword…"
He licked his lips, greed flickering. "It barely deserves a place in my collection."
"Insolent demon!"
Odin's hand swept down.
"Destroyer—kill him!"
Boom!
The Ultimate Destroyer moved. With no flourish, it simply opened its faceplate.
Bzzzz—
A titanic orange beam—Asgard's ley-line energy—blasted forth.
With a more terrifying might than Thanos's fleet barrage, it tore visible cracks across space.
"Hmph, boring trick again." Frieza snorted.
He still did not dodge, merely stretching out his right hand, palm forward. He meant to swat it aside as he had done with Captain Marvel.
"Stop!"
Palm met beam.
Zzzzz—
Two titanic forces clashed, sparks filling the sky.
The next instant, Frieza's relaxed look shifted slightly.
"Hm?"
He felt resistance—a faint but real push.
The beam neither bounced nor vanished. It pressed against his aura shield, a faint heat reaching his palm.
"Interesting…"
His crimson eyes narrowed. "This scrap heap is a tad harder than I thought."
"Very well."
The muscles along his arm flexed.
"Ha!"
He flung his arm sideways and the blast's course bent violently,
Whoosh—
It streaked past Frieza into the starry sky.
Boom!
Seconds later, a fireball—brighter than a star—blazed above Asgard.
A nearby moon had been struck and, like a bullet-shattered watermelon, it burst apart in space, showering burning fragments.
The battlefield fell silent.
Even Thanos paused mid-beatdown of Hela to stare at the blast.
"What level of energy…" He marvelled.
That toy possessed planet-destroying might.
"Oh-ho-ho…"
Frieza shook his stinging hand at the fireworks.
He turned to Odin, gaze changed—no longer the disdain of a god for ants, but the thrill of a hunter sighting worthy prey.
"Not bad… not bad at all."
Straightening his wind-tossed tie, he gave a cruel smile. "You've earned a warm-up, old man. Looks like you're ready to join that foolish son of yours."
He drifted from his hover-pod, toes touching the void.
A vaster, more terrifying purple aura exploded from him.
"Since you've brought such toys, it's only polite I get a little serious, yes?"
"Come, Odin."
He crooked a finger.
"Let's see how much oil this old bone of yours can still squeeze out."