The God of Underworld - Chapter 328

Chapter 328: Chapter 27
The cosmic vibration of Zeus and Poseidon’s sudden disappearance rippled through the void, striking various pantheons like a physical blow.

Several lightyears away, across a sector of the battlefield where frozen nebulae met sheets of golden lightning, Thor felt the two massive Olympian signatures vanish into the void.

His grip tightened on Mjolnir until the metal groaned, and his eyes surged with a blue electricity that threatened to blind anyone standing near him.

“The Kings of the Sea and Sky are gone!” Thor’s voice was a thunderclap that shattered nearby drifting asteroids. “I can feel the dark consuming them! I must go! I will tear that monster apart from the inside out and save them!”

Thor braced his legs, preparing to launch himself across the void in a single, desperate leap of lightning.

But a hand, gnarled and as strong as celestial iron, slammed onto his shoulder.

“Stand down, boy!” Odin barked, his voice carrying the weight of the All-Father’s authority. “Do not break the formation! The perimeter is held by a thread. If you abandon your sector, the Black Tide will flood the Yggdrasil roots, and we will lose the World Tree itself!”

“They are our allies, Father!” Thor roared, turning his fierce gaze toward Odin. “Would you have me stand here and count stars while my brothers-in-arms are devoured?”

“I would have you be a King, not a berserker!” Odin countered, his lone eye flashing with a cold, tactical fire. “Zeus is a force of nature; if he has fallen, your headlong rush will only add another corpse to the pile. So calm down and hold your position!”

“Apologies father, but I cannot stand by and watch if I can do something!” With that, Thor flew, disappearing into a light.

“Thor!” Odin roared in anger. “Damn it! Come back here!”

However, before Thor could even travel further, he was stopped by an absolute, conceptual attack.

Without warning, the space directly in front of Thor inverted, and a Matured Outer One, shaped like a jagged spear of obsidian glass and dripping with grey, entropic oil, phased into existence.

Thor’s eyes widened and tried ro react, but it was too late, the Outer One moved with a speed that bypassed the need for momentum.

And before Thor could even lift his hammer, the jagged tip of the creature’s main limb drove forward, piercing through his stomach and erupting out of his spine in a spray of divine, crimson blood.

Odin’s face went pale. “THOR!”

The All-Father lunged forward, Gungnir raised to strike, but his heart sank…it was already too late.

“NO!”

He watched the jagged limb twist inside his son’s body, the grey rot of the Outer One already beginning to dull the vibrant electricity in Thor’s eyes.

The God of Thunder gasped, his hands feebly grabbing at the cold, dark glass that had impaled him.

But then, the image of reality began to flicker.

The blood spraying from Thor’s back turned into green mist, the sound of the impact shifted from a wet puncture to the sound of a shattering mirror.

As if a giant hand had reached down and cracked the very glass of the universe, the scene fractured.

The Matured Outer One’s spear-limb was suddenly revealed to be piercing nothing but empty space.

The “Thor” that had been impaled dissolved into a thousand emerald butterflies that vanished into the vacuum.

Then, few meters to the left of Odin, a spatial fold unzipped as Loki emerged, his green and gold robes tattered and his face drenched in a cold, nervous sweat.

He was physically hauling a very much alive, though bewildered, Thor by the collar of his armor.

Loki was breathing in ragged, shallow gasps, his hands trembling from the strain of the massive illusion he had just cast.

“Next time… you want to be… a martyr,” Loki panted, nearly collapsing as he shoved Thor toward Odin, “give me… a few minutes’ notice… so I don’t have to break my own soul… fixing your stupidity.”

Odin grabbed Thor, checking for the wound that wasn’t there, before turning his gaze toward the god of mischief.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, though his expression remained stern.

“Thor, you fool!” Odin criticized, his voice trembling with a mixture of relief and fury. “Your recklessness nearly cost us not only the God of Thunder, but the entire situation! We have a plan! A plan that every gods of wisdom across ten pantheons have poured all efforts to come up with! And you nearly ruined it all with your recklessness!”

“… Apologies, father.” Thor looked at his hands, then at the Matured Outer One that was now turning its many eyes toward them, frustrated by the deception.

The bravado had drained from his face, replaced by a grim realization of his own mortality. “I… I saw the light of Olympus go out. I thought—”

“You thought like a warrior, not a strategist, and I can understand that” Loki interrupted, finally standing upright and summoning a pair of daggers that hummed with a deceptive, shifting light. “But in this war, Thor, the ‘warrior’ is the first course on the menu. If you want to help Zeus, you stay alive. We fight as a unit, or we don’t fight at all.”

Odin leveled Gungnir at the jagged monster before them. “Loki is right. Besides, the brothers of Olympus are not dead yet.”

Thor raised his head to look his father, “Really?”

“Hm. I can still feel a faint, pulsing ember of their authority within that beast’s maw. But we cannot reach them if we are shattered. Thor, take the vanguard. Loki, weave the veils. We will put this glass horror down, and then we will move toward the Olympian sector together.”

Thor gripped Mjolnir, his knuckles white as the blue lightning returned, but this time it was controlled, focused, and cold. “Fine. Don’t worry, I won’t be reckless anymore. Let us break this thing of glass.”

Odin stared at the drifting monstrosity, “But we need to be careful, one of them defeated both Poseidon and Zeus, so this creature isn’t easy to mess with.”

“No need to fret brother, allow me…” Just then, Loki’s eyes glinted with a malicious, emerald light as he stepped past his brother and nephew.

He didn’t reach for a blade or a simple spell; instead, he summoned his scepter, the gold filigree pulsing with a dark, ancient rhythm.

And suddenly, the air around the jagged, glass-like Outer One began to vibrate, before it was torn open.

“You want to see a real monster?” Loki’s voice dropped into a silk-smooth whisper that echoed across the stars. “Allow me to introduce you to my favorite child.”

With a violent flick of the scepter, Loki cast a massive summoning circle into the void.

The sigils were not just Norse; they were reinforced by the integrated Laws of the Hyperverse combined with various runes from ten pantheons, glowing with a deep, forbidden violet.

From the center of that swirling spatial abyss, a head emerged—a head so titanic that the Matured Outer One, whose size can dwarf a universe, now appeared as nothing more than a pebble.

Jörmungandr, the World Serpent, slithered into the reality of the Hyperverse.

In the old world, the Serpent was a creature of myth that could encircle Midgard.

But after the merger of the ten pantheons and the expansion of the Super-Cosmos, the beast had undergone a terrifying metamorphosis.

Its scales were no longer mere bone and hide; they were armored plates of cosmic iron and various minerals found only in Underworld, each engraved with the runes of all ten integrated worlds.

Its size had ballooned to an impossible scale, its serpentine body now long enough to encircle ten entire universes at once.

As the Serpent uncoiled, the gravity of its mass caused the nearby stars to wobble in their orbits.

Its breath was like a cloud of necrotized mist that dissolved the lesser Outer One fragments instantly.

The jagged, spear-like Matured Outer One tried to phase away, but the Serpent’s presence was so massive it acted as a spatial anchor, locking the intruder in place.

“Behold,” Loki laughed, his arms spread wide as he stood atop the Serpent’s crown. “The Midgard Serpent has outgrown its name! At this moment, he is now the Cosmic Serpent!”

Thor stared up at this enormous leviathan with a look of grim respect on his face. “By the beard of the All-Father… Loki, what have you been feeding that thing?”

“Ambition, Thor,” Loki replied, his grin widening. “And a little bit of Underworld nectar.”

The Serpent let out a roar that wasn’t a sound, but a vibration that shattered the vacuum.

Then, it lunged forward with a speed that defied its size, its massive jaws opening to reveal rows of teeth that looked like pointed galaxies.

It didn’t just bite the Matured Outer One, but it swallowed the space the creature occupied.

The glass-horror tried to strike out with its jagged limbs, but its attacks bounced harmlessly off the Serpent’s multi-pantheon scales.

Jörmungandr began to coil around the entity, the crushing pressure of its body causing the Outer One’s obsidian shell to splinter and shriek.

Odin watched the display, his hand tightening on Gungnir.

He could see that the Serpent was no longer just a beast of destruction; it had become a living extension of the Hyperverse’s defensive grid.

Its power now surpassed that of a Transcendent.

“Finish it, Serpent!” Odin commanded, his voice a booming decree. “Clear the path to the Olympians!”