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Chapter 40: Second Strongest in Earth vs Second Strongest in Nine Realms
🕑 Added 2025-01-31 15:40:57 +0000 UTCLoki had to admit that the power of Earth far exceeded his expectations. In such a short time, so many troublesome individuals had appeared.
Still, everything was within his control.
"Mjolnir…"
Remaining invisible, Loki calmly walked up to the hammer and gave it a firm tug—only to find that it wouldn't budge. His expression darkened momentarily, but he quickly regained his composure.
"I don't meet Father's standards? As long as my foolish brother doesn't either, that's enough for me." He let out a cold chuckle before glancing around at the battlefield, where the fighting was raging on.
After taking one last deep look at Thor, Loki turned and left. There was no point in staying any longer. Having confirmed Thor's safety, he decided to observe from a distance, waiting for the right moment to reveal himself and deceive Thor.
His goal was to make Thor stay on Earth forever—as a mere mortal.
But Odin's words lingered in his mind, filling him with hesitation. Leaving Thor on Earth would be dangerous. What if he ended up dead?
As Loki walked, lost in thought, he found himself torn.
"Hmm? That one looks interesting."
Just as he left the camp, Loki noticed a massive Xenomorph lurking in the shadows. It was well-hidden, with a crown-like crest on its head. He paused, considering whether to capture it. But after a moment's thought, he decided against it—there was no need to expose himself before he completed his mission of deceiving (or protecting) Thor.
He climbed onto a tall rock, dropped his invisibility, and sat down with a wicked smirk, getting comfortable for the show.
Whoosh!
A golden portal suddenly appeared nearby—clearly, someone else had the same idea.
Loki blinked in surprise as a figure stepped out.
The newcomer had deep, dark circles under his eyes, radiating an intense, sleep-deprived aura. He stared at Loki with an eerie expression.
Who is this guy? (×2)
"Are you this world's sorcerer?" Loki sensed the overwhelming magic within him—a chaotic mix of dark and light magic. Intrigued, he asked the question.
If this dark-eyed sorcerer knew his place, Loki wouldn't mind taking him as a subordinate.
"You're not from Earth. An outsider?"
Upon seeing Loki, Kaecilius sneered, his expression one of realization. "So, it seems I'm not the only one interested in the Xenomorphs."
"Xenomorphs… So that's your goal."
"And yours isn't? Or are you here for Thor instead?" Kaecilius smirked coldly. "Looks like King Odin is quite protective of his offspring—he even sent a bodyguard."
Loki's smile faded. Nothing irked him more than being reduced to Thor's babysitter.
"Midgardian, it seems you know nothing of a god's power. You dare insult me? No one will save you."
Loki's figure materialized right in front of Kaecilius as he stepped forward menacingly.
Kaecilius' smirk turned cruel. "Asgardian, don't fool yourself into thinking you're truly a god. You might be able to deceive ordinary people, but me? You so-called 'gods' die just like anyone else. And once I kill you, I'll be one step closer to pleasing the great Dormammu and eliminating obstacles in my way."
Killing an Asgardian and offering him to the Dark Dimension? Dormammu would be pleased.
After all, Dormammu wasn't afraid of Odin.
The two moved closer, their eyes locked. When only a few meters separated them, they struck—simultaneously.
"Let me show you the power of Earth's second-best sorcerer!"
Kaecilius' eyes gleamed murderously as he suddenly pulled out a staff and swung it at Loki.
"Hmph! Foolish mortal. You have no idea how terrifying the Nine Realms' second-greatest sorcerer can be!"
Loki's aura surged with terrifying energy. With practiced ease, he drew a dagger and thrust it at Kaecilius' abdomen.
The two self-proclaimed "world's second-best sorcerers" engaged in a brutal melee, their eyes filled with murderous intent.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The staff and dagger clashed countless times, each strike showcasing their masterful weapon skills. Both combatants wielded their weapons with deadly precision, every attack aimed to kill.
Kaecilius saw an opening and kneed Loki in the stomach—but Loki didn't even flinch. Instead, he smirked mockingly, as if laughing at Kaecilius' feeble attempt.
Kaecilius' face remained impassive. He had expected as much. Using the momentum, he stepped back and swung his staff with lightning speed—cracking Loki's neck.
"That's all? So weak for a so-called god." Kaecilius scoffed, relaxing his tense muscles slightly.
At that moment, as if expecting it, he spun around and raised his staff just in time to block an incoming dagger strike—one that had appeared out of thin air.
Loki materialized, staring at Kaecilius in surprise. "You, a Midgardian, dared to fake an opening to lure me into attacking?"
"Do you even hear yourself?"
After a brief exchange, both men's expressions turned serious. They had each realized—the other was just as cunning and deceitful as they were.
Loki grinned darkly and lunged again, dagger flashing. In a few swift moves, he had Kaecilius completely on the defensive.
While their weapon skills were evenly matched, Loki had an undeniable advantage—his superior Asgardian physique. As the son of the Frost Giant King, his raw physical strength was overwhelming. Even without technique, sheer force alone pushed Kaecilius back, leaving him struggling to keep up.
"Too weak, mortal. Let me guess—you were the Ancient One's disciple but later defected to Dormammu? And this is all you learned from them?" Loki's expression turned savage. "Surrender. I'll spare your life and allow you to become my follower."
"Ridiculous! You arrogant fool. Now, let's see how you handle real magic."
With that, they both unleashed their spells.
Their battle escalated into a full-fledged magical duel—firepower colliding with firepower, an all-out spectacle of power and skill. Magic erupted in dazzling flashes, streaking skyward. Waves of magical energy crashed in all directions, sending ripples through the battlefield.
The commotion was massive—enough to be picked up by orbiting satellites.
When Agent Coulson saw the two insane sorcerers tearing into each other, he felt utterly exhausted.
"Where the hell did these two come from?" He rubbed his temples in frustration. "One's Kaecilius, the infamous black magic cult leader… and the other? That outfit screams Asgardian."
His eyes drifted toward the screen, where another figure was displayed.
Could this have anything to do with Duncan?
At this point, Coulson had developed a conditioned reflex—whenever unexpected chaos erupted, he suspected Duncan was behind it.
