Upon hearing Peter's answer, the channel fell into a three-second silence.
After a moment, Tony couldn't help but ask tentatively,
"You're going to find Odin?"
"More or less. That Cul is Odin's brother, and he was the one who sealed him away back then. I'm planning to go ask if there's a more efficient way to defeat Cul."
"Besides, I'm going there to claim some compensation while I'm at it!"
"I'm working myself to death over his family's mess, while he's sitting in his Royal Palace holding his wife and enjoying the show. There's no such good deal in this world!"
After ending the call with Tony, Peter didn't hesitate. He immediately returned to Sif's residence and boarded the destiny with her.
The two of them headed straight for Asgard.
...
At the same time Peter and Sif set off for Asgard.
On an island in the North Pacific Ocean.
Pitch-black inverted pentagram formations lit up one by one.
Angrir Breaker of Souls, Nerkkod Breaker of Oceans, Greithoth Destroyer, and Mokk Breaker of Faith stepped out one after another.
Cul looked at his familiar followers with satisfaction.
His gaze subconsciously fell on the final teleportation array.
But after waiting for a moment, the teleportation array shattered strangely.
This scene shocked everyone present.
They had truly never encountered such a situation before!
On today's Earth, someone could actually manage to directly interrupt My Lord Cul's spatial teleportation—this was simply unbelievable!
Cul's eyes also widened suddenly, an almost uncontrollable rage burning within his murky pupils.
Skirn.
Following Kuurth and Nul, another loyal servant had vanished forever in such a short amount of time.
It seemed that girl Sin was right; this Midgardian named Peter Parker really couldn't be judged by common logic!
At this thought, he subconsciously looked toward Sin.
Sin gave him a respectful bow and then spoke.
"My Lord Cul, time is pressing. I think we should set off immediately!"
"I have confirmed the specific location of Atlantis; it is at the deepest part of the Mid-Atlantic Ridge."
"This nation has now changed its name to Talokan. It is inhabited by hundreds of thousands of underwater humans who have their own kingdom and army, yet remain ignorant of everything happening on the surface."
"Their king is named Namor, a proud and short-tempered hybrid half-breed."
Listening to Sin's incredibly detailed account, Cul nodded with satisfaction and then raised the serpent staff in his hand.
The serpent staff caused the inverted pentagram magic teleportation array to appear beneath everyone's feet once more.
In the blink of an eye, it allowed the group to complete the leap from the Pacific to the Atlantic.
Ten minutes later.
The kingdom sleeping in the deep sea welcomed the most severe catastrophe in its history.
Cul sat atop a shattered coral throne.
Behind him, five members of The Worthy stood respectfully in attendance.
As for those elite undersea guards of the palace, they were now either dead or wounded, a scene of widespread mourning and misery.
Not far from them, their king—Aquaman Namor—was currently being stepped on the head by Sin in a lowly manner, forced into a kowtowing position on the ground.
His forehead was pressed against the cold floor, blood constantly seeping from a wound on his brow and diffusing into a thin red mist in the seawater.
Those eyes that once looked down upon the entire ocean could now only stare fixedly at the cracks in the ground before him.
This was the only way he could hide the humiliation and resentment deep within his pupils.
"Namor."
Cul's voice echoed through the deep sea, carrying an ancient majesty that made all living things tremble.
"I give you two choices."
He gave Sin a look, and she immediately lifted her foot, grabbed Namor by the hair, and forced him to look Cul in the eye.
"Submit to me and become the new Breaker of Oceans!"
"Or... watch your people die before you one by one."
Creak, creak~
Namor's teeth ground together audibly, his nails digging deep into his palms.
Puchi~!
Before he could make a decision, Cul flicked his finger. A wisp of black mist caused one of Namor's handmaidens to rapidly lose her life force, transforming from a beautiful undersea woman into a skeletal corpse that looked like a 'Forbidden Hag' in an instant.
"You!" Namor instinctively wanted to lash out in anger.
But before he could move, Sin raised her hand and slapped him across the face, the force so great it even knocked out one of his teeth.
"You are in no position to bargain with the God of Fear. Either obey, or die!"
Namor gave Sin a look of pure hatred, but his gaze involuntarily drifted past her to those Talokan soldiers bound in chains by The Worthy.
His soldiers, his people.
If he chose to refuse, his country would vanish into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
Silence.
After a long silence, Namor's back, which had been held straight, finally slumped.
He closed his eyes in agony and squeezed the words through his teeth:
"I choose... to submit."
The moment those words fell, every Talokan person present heard the sound of their king's pride shattering.
Cul straightened up with satisfaction.
He raised a hand and beckoned.
The sixth Heavenly Hammer—the hammer of nerkkod—saw its original host rapidly age until death. The hammer then ignored the resistance of the water and landed precisely in front of Namor.
"Pick it up."
Namor stared at the war hammer emitting an ominous aura, his fingers trembling slightly in the seawater.
He knew that once he grasped this hammer, he would fall from being the King of Talokan to being Cul's dog!
But he had no choice.
He could only reach out and was forced to pick up that war hammer.
Buzz!
The moment his fingers touched the handle, a cold, dark power instantly surged into his body.
Nerkkod was transferred into his body, but did not directly take over his consciousness; instead, it allowed him to retain a certain degree of autonomy, just like Sin.
Sin watched all this, her lips curling into a confident smirk.
"Now." She stepped forward and spoke to Namor, "It is time for Talokan to declare war on the surface."
Namor looked up at this human woman, the hatred in his eyes almost tangible.
"What do you want me to do?"
"It's simple." Sin pointed a finger toward the sky separated by ten thousand meters of seawater.
"Take your army up there."
"At the fastest speed possible, let the seawater directly submerge the coast of North Africa and all coastal nations of the European continent."
Namor looked at this woman who was willing to be a god's dog and would slaughter her own kind for power. Though his eyes were full of rage, he was helpless.
Looking at his people still kneeling inside and outside the palace, and feeling the fear and despair radiating from their bodies.
Namor's fists clenched and loosened repeatedly.
Finally, he could only look at his army and speak.
"Warriors of Talokan!"
"Follow me into battle!"
Namor led his clansmen from the ocean back to the land.
At the same time, Peter successfully arrived at Asgard using the destiny's spatial jump capability and met Heimdall, the Guardian!
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