Asgard, Royal Palace Plaza.
This was no longer the resplendent heart of the divine realm.
It had become a vast, bottomless crater.
And above the pit, the 2.5-meter-tall monster with curved black horns on his head—Frieza's Second Form—hovered in mid-air.
He folded his arms, the thick tail behind him lashing idly. Every whip-like snap cracked the air like thunder.
"That's it?"
Frieza looked down into the abyss, crimson eyes bright with disappointed hunger.
"So-called All-Father, so-called ultimate weapon..."
"Before my muscles, they're nothing but scrap metal."
Far away.
Hela, pinned to the ground, stared at that silhouette and the last spark of pride in her eyes died.
She whispered, "A monster like this shouldn't exist in this Universe."
Thanos stood nearby, his purple face equally grave. He clenched his fists, the hunger for power ignited anew.
So this is Lord Frieza's true form?
"No... this is probably not the end.
Just when everyone thought the fight was over and Odin had been pounded to paste—
Bzzzz!
An ancient, cryptic chant steeped in ruin rose from the depths.
Immediately after, the earth began to tremble—not an ordinary quake, but as if the entire Asgard were groaning in agony.
"Hm?"
Frieza's brow lifted as he stared into the abyss.
"Still alive?"
"Stubborn as a cockroach."
BOOM!!!
A dark-gold pillar of light erupted from underground, tearing through Frieza's aura and piercing the sky.
Within the beam, Destroyer rose slowly. The once-azure divine fire now burned an eerie dark gold.
And in the armor's hands, the massive World-Ending Greatsword quivered madly. Every rune on the blade blazed as if on fire.
Odin did not swing the sword—he still couldn't wield it properly for a slash. Instead, he was siphoning its power. Using the sword as a core, he was over-clocking Destroyer.
"Frieza!!!"
From within the armor came Odin's hoarse, blood-choked roar.
"You're too arrogant!"
"You think this is all Asgard has?!"
"For this strike I've sacrificed half my soul!"
"Now... DIE!!!"
Zzzzz—
The armor's faceplate yanked fully open, the chest reactor gaping like a black hole.
This time, it gathered not ordinary energy but the primal force of the Nine Realms—world-ruining power that could shatter laws.
"What?!"
Frieza's expression finally changed, his crimson pupils shrinking to slits.
Danger!
A crisis unlike any before wrapped his body in ice.
"A power on this level..."
"Even in my current state..."
Before he could dodge—
BOOM!
A colossal dark-gold beam—wider than Destroyer itself—engulfed him instantly.
The blast exceeded light-speed, a strike delivered at the spatial level.
"Ngh!"
Frieza barely crossed his arms in front of his chest before the terrifying attack hit. He felt like a supernova had exploded against him. His proud Second-Form flesh burned with searing agony under the torrent.
Muscles on his arms spasmed and bones creaked and groaned.
"Get... LOST!!!"
Odin roared, the beam pouring on, shoving Frieza backward—from Asgard's atmosphere into the vast starry sky.
Rumble!
In space, Frieza became a golden meteor, crashing straight into a barren asteroid near Asgard—an abandoned Dark Elves mining rock.
Bang!
He slammed into the surface but the beam didn't stop, grinding him across the crust.
The thousands-of-kilometre world couldn't endure such force. The instant Frieza was rammed into its core—
RUMBLE!!!
The celestial body exploded.
Like a smashed egg, countless molten fragments sprayed into the cosmos. The blazing bloom of fire was visible even from Asgard's surface.
Every warrior on Asgard froze, staring at the death-flower blooming in the sky.
"Did... did we win?"
Hela gulped.
An attack of that magnitude would obliterate even her without ash.
"As expected of the All-Father..."
A flicker of dread crossed Thanos's eyes.
So this was the depth of the Nine Realms' sovereign: aged and dying, yet able to unleash such might when he burned his life.
"Huff... Huff..."
Destroyer drifted down.
Odin knelt, planting the World-Ending Greatsword to steady his swaying frame.
The divine fire on the armor flickered, nearly spent. That single strike had burned almost all his spirit.
"It's over..."
He gazed at the fading blaze in the sky, a trace of release in his lone eye.
"Thor, your father has avenged you."
Just as everyone believed the dust had settled—
"Ahem..."
A soft cough echoed inside every mind.
Soft, but carrying a chill that froze their blood.
"Really now..."
"Got dust all over me."
In space, at the heart of the exploding Nebula, a purple glow slowly scattered the flames and debris.
Frieza hovered in the vacuum, looking a wreck: his iconic horns and armor scorched black, one horn broken.
His chest rose and fell, purple blood trickling from a corner of his lips.
Injured.
For the first time in this Universe, the Emperor of the universe had been hurt.
But his aura hadn't weakened. Instead, it surged wilder, deadlier.
"Odin..."
Frieza extended his tongue, licking the blood away.
His crimson eyes blazed with unbearable fury as he said, "Well done. You actually made me feel pain."
"As a reward..."
He slowly lifted his hands, body trembling.
"I'll show you what true hell looks like!"
BOOM!!!
A presence ten times more terrifying than before erupted across space.
Asgard's ground split open and the Bifrost Bridge wailed, space itself twisting.
"W-what is this?!" Odin jerked his head up, despair in his lone eye.
"He... he's still alive?!"
"And... his power is still rising?!"
Under every horrified gaze, the figure in space changed again.
Frieza's body stretched and his once-powerful muscles warped into grotesque lines.
That formerly normal head extended far backward, flattening and elongating, like a deep-sea aberration.
His back arched, two rows of jagged bone-spikes sprouting.
His mouth split, revealing pale fangs.
Frieza: Third Form!
His ugliest, most savage, least shown form.
Power Level – over 2,000,000!