Monsters surged toward the town like a tidal wave, and countless residents backed away in sheer terror.
The memories of the previous massacre and destruction were still fresh—the fear gripped their hearts and plunged them into utter despair.
"Listen up, you fragile Earthlings!"
Suddenly, Loki's voice echoed, grabbing everyone's attention.
"The monsters are terrifying, yes! But fret not! As long as I, Loki, am here, you will remain safe and sound!"
As he spoke, Loki raised Frostmourne high.
A faint blue energy wave pulsed from the blade, spreading outward before transforming into countless glowing specks of light, descending upon every frozen monster.
And then—something eerie happened.
The slain monsters rose again.
But now, their entire bodies radiated a pale blue glow and emanated freezing cold air.
If any normal human got close to them, they would feel an intense chill pierce their bones.
This was one of Frostmourne's hidden powers: it could bind the souls of the dead and convert them into an undead legion.
From the start of the battle to now, Loki had slain countless monsters—including many of immense size. Now, they were all reanimated and at his command—a formidable undead monster army.
The town was now crawling with soul-bound beasts. Seeing this, the townspeople were completely dumbfounded, paralyzed by confusion and fear.
"Undead Legion! Obey my command!"
Loki, standing tall with Frostmourne, looked like a general leading a vast army.
"Wipe out every last monster outside this town!"
He gave the order with thunderous force.
The undead monsters let out chilling, guttural howls and charged toward the blood pool beasts.
ROOOOAAAARRR!!
The monsters from the blood pool saw the incoming army—creatures that resembled them, yet felt fundamentally different.
There was no hesitation—they attacked immediately, destroying everything that stood in their way.
Even if they looked like kin, they were treated as enemies.
The blood pool monsters struck with brutal force—tearing apart the undead beasts, blasting limbs and bodies into icy chunks.
The undead shattered easily—like brittle ice—but that wasn't the end.
Strangely, the broken limbs of the undead monsters didn't stop moving. Severed claws, thick tails, strong legs, even heads without bodies—
These scattered parts still attacked, their strength undiminished, slashing and crushing the blood pool monsters.
And then, astonishingly, the destroyed undead monsters rapidly reassembled and returned to battle, relentlessly slaughtering any blood pool beast in their path.
No matter what attacks the blood pool monsters tried, they couldn't stop the undead.
Even if crushed into powder, a gust of cold wind would restore them.
At the same time, a blizzard began to swirl around the area—heavy snow, biting winds. The temperature plummeted, and many monsters were frozen into statues mid-roar.
"Hahaha! You see this, humans?! This is the power of Loki! With your god Loki here, you are safe! Now, offer up your faith to me!"
Loki laughed wildly, ecstatic as he surveyed the battlefield. His vanity soared sky-high.
He had spent considerable time researching the many uses of Frostmourne and had fully mastered its powers.
As long as Frostmourne's magic remained, his undead legion could never be truly destroyed. They were spirits—manifested only through enchanted frost. Ordinary attacks could never end them.
And now, as more and more blood pool monsters were slain and converted, Loki's undead monster army continued to grow—
He was effectively creating an elite legion of powerful beings from another world.
The townspeople were utterly shaken. Some even took out their phones and began posting videos and pictures online.
"Is this… really a god?! I knew believing in a deity would pay off!"
"But… didn't you worship God before?"
"That doesn't matter! What's important is that a god saved us!"
"This way of summoning monsters is a bit… different from what we imagined divine intervention would look like."
"So what?! He saved our lives! That's all that matters!"
"His name's Loki, right? From today onward, I'm devoting my faith to Loki!"
"Same here! I'm done with Christianity! All they do is ask for donations—Loki actually saved us!"
"Loki!"
"Loki!!"
People all around began chanting his name.
As the chorus of praise echoed, Loki felt a satisfaction like never before.
As the God of Mischief, he understood human nature deeply.
When faced with an overwhelming terror they could not fight, people would cling to the first hand that offered salvation—and that hand would become divine.
And that was exactly what Loki wanted.
As he listened to the crowd chanting his name, Loki recalled the past—when Thor, in the arena, was celebrated for his brute strength and glorious victories.
Asgard revered warriors, not wits.
Loki had never been able to earn their approval, no matter how brilliant his plans or potent his magic. They always saw him as unorthodox—never enough.
But here, on Earth, he had finally claimed something he had always yearned for:
Admiration. Devotion. Reverence.
It was intoxicating.
"If only the scale were larger… If only this wave of monsters had reached more cities—I could've spread my name even farther…"
Loki thought with a tinge of regret.
BOOOOOOM!!
Just then, a searing heat ray blasted across the town—
One-third of it was instantly reduced to ash.
"…!"
Loki's eyes narrowed sharply.
He turned toward the monster horde—and what he saw made his face twist in fury.
His undead monster army had clearly held the upper hand.
But now—
A towering beast had appeared. Over a kilometer tall, shaped like a colossal bull. Its limbs were like mountains, its back dotted with volcanic craters, constantly belching smoke and steam.
Every breath from the creature sent waves of scorching heat and thick black smoke rolling outward.
Its mere presence spiked the temperature in the surrounding area, rendering Frostmourne's domain useless.
(End of Chapter)
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