In Asgard, the grand realm of the gods, countless warriors moved in perfect order. Though Asgard's energy technology was already far advanced, its warriors—who revered courage above all—remained indifferent toward such technological weapons.
Even the All-Father, Odin, paid little attention to the kingdom's technological progress. After all, the Aesir warriors were so powerful that they could easily destroy several enemy ships single-handedly.
As a result, Asgard's society became divided. While its fighters were immensely strong, their lifestyle lagged behind their technology. Despite possessing small spacecraft, Asgardian warriors still preferred to walk everywhere on foot. Surrounded by incredible energy-based technology, they turned a blind eye to it.
It was precisely because of this that, in the future, Hela would be able to conquer all of Asgard with nothing more than her undead army.
At this moment, deep within Asgard, in the palace of Queen Frigga, the queen looked sorrowfully at Odin—who lay in a deep sleep within a crystal coffin. Her eyes flickered with worry.
"Odin," she whispered, "since the moment you fell asleep, my heart has been uneasy. I fear Asgard may soon face a great crisis."
Frigga sighed softly. Her only wish now was to protect her husband—the King of the Gods and ruler of the Nine Realms. As long as Odin remained in Asgard, she believed destruction could still be averted.
Boom. Boom.
Just as the golden realm basked in eternal peace, a deafening explosion thundered from the direction of the Bifrost. The shockwave made every Asgardian warrior freeze in alarm and confusion.
Dozens of warriors nearest to the Bifrost immediately rushed toward the disturbance. As they ran, divine armor materialized around their bodies. Spears and shields formed in their hands, gleaming with divine light.
"F***! What are those things? Intruders?!"
The squad moved swiftly, crossing the gates of Asgard within moments and arriving at the Bifrost Bridge—only to see hundreds of Sentinels hovering ominously in the sky.
"Quick! Nur, sound the Golden Bell!"
An Asgardian warrior wielding a long sword barked the order to the armored soldier behind him.
"Yes, Brother Gray!"
The warrior called Nur nodded solemnly. Raising his right hand, he removed his gauntlet with his left—revealing a gleaming mechanical arm beneath.
Nur tapped a few commands on the arm's surface, and a bright energy ring flared beneath his feet. In an instant, he vanished into the light.
"Invaders! Die!"
As Nur disappeared, Gray raised his sword high and roared. The dozen warriors behind him followed his lead, charging fearlessly toward the Sentinels above.
"Warriors of Asgard?"
Floating above the Bifrost, Allens looked down at the charging warriors, a sneer tugging at his lips. Slowly raising his right hand, he extended one finger. Instantly, the eyes of the Sentinels behind him glowed red.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Responding to Allens' command, the Sentinels fired volleys of high-temperature ion pulse waves from their single, glowing eyes.
"Penetration module activated. System online."
A stream of data flickered across a Sentinel's optics as it lunged forward—straight at Gray, the leading warrior.
Slice.
With a soft tearing sound, the Sentinel phased cleanly through Gray's body. When it emerged on the other side, it was holding a bright red, still-beating heart in its metallic hand.
The Penetration Module—one of the Sentinel's built-in superpower systems—allowed it to phase through matter. The instant it activated, the battle was already over.
Gray barely had time to react before the Sentinel emerged, clutching his heart.
Bang.
Though Gray wasn't as powerful as the renowned Three Warriors, he was still a formidable Asgardian. Yet he was slain effortlessly. After killing him, the Sentinel's body split open at the head, releasing a surge of golden energy that wrapped around Gray's corpse.
Boom.
A wave of divine power erupted from the Sentinel. A golden armor formed over its body, and a sword identical to Gray's appeared in its right hand.
"Devouring Asgardian warrior... Devour module activated. Evolution complete. Sentinel upgraded to Divine Sentinel."
The robotic voice echoed through Allens' comms. Watching the glowing data lines run across its armor, Allens smiled with satisfaction.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Following the evolution of the Divine Sentinel, the remaining dozen Sentinels launched their assault, activating their penetration modules. Like the first, they effortlessly slaughtered the charging Asgardian warriors and transformed into Divine Sentinels as well.
"Damn it! What are these things? Weapons from the Dark Elves?!"
The surviving warriors' expressions changed drastically. The deaths of their comrades only fueled their rage. None of them considered retreat.
"Microwave heating mode—activated."
The Divine Sentinels raised their arms. Terrifying waves of heat radiated outward, distorting the very air. Opening their palms, they unleashed beams of scorching microwave energy.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The Asgardian warriors were hurled backward. Their bodies convulsed violently as the heat engulfed them, their flesh burning as if they had been cast into a furnace. Even the divine bodies of the Aesir could not withstand such intense temperature.
Thud. Thud.
Over thirty warriors fell to the ground, rolling like scorched husks. Their bodies were charred black, their lives extinguished.
Chhk... chhk...
As the fallen warriors lay lifeless, more than thirty Sentinels flew forward and absorbed them. The Devour Modules whirred to life, converting each one into a new Divine Sentinel.
"Allens raised his gaze to the skies."
"Asgard's female warrior Sif… how calm she is," he murmured.
Through the transparent energy shield of the hovering spacecraft, Allens could clearly see the livid expressions of Lady Sif and Heimdall. Sif's fury was palpable—blue veins stood out on her forehead—but she restrained herself with visible effort.
"Heimdall, we need to leave. We're in serious trouble," Sif said coldly. "We must find the Three Warriors of Asgard. Only they can help us now."
Though her voice trembled with anger, she knew better than to act recklessly. Inside her ship lay Asgard's final hope—Thor.
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