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Chapter 4677 - 3753 Doomsday (9)

Chapter 4677: Chapter 3753 Doomsday (9)

The leaders of the Three Great Empires exchanged glances, feeling like they had finally reached a consensus. Could it be that the earlier rumor "they want to strike the World Tree" has made Thor unable to care about the danger of these people, preparing to forcefully involve Earth?

The more they thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Asgard has always been strong in offense but weak in defense, and the World Tree is not without vulnerabilities. The Three Great Empires all possess rule-category weapons. Hence, even when Odin was in power, he didn’t dare to confront the Three Great Empires head-on.

Now it’s Thor’s turn, but unfortunately, it coincides with the Three Great Empires battling each other. All three parties are pressuring him to take a stance, which is imaginable pressure. But Asgardians are known for their stubbornness, and the Divine King is the most stubborn of them all; they’re the kind who would rather perish with you than bow down if faced with a confrontation.

Currently, the Three Great Empires are akin to nuclear states, whereas Asgard is slightly lagging behind. Because Asgard has always relied on their personal martial prowess, although the Rainbow Bridge is strong, it still cannot compare to the ultimate weapons of the Three Great Empires—similar to one side possessing nuclear warheads, while the other only has ordinary missiles.

Furthermore, the stock of these ordinary missiles is not abundant, as the Rainbow Bridge requires charging and preheating, using it too much would cause overheating. Apart from the Rainbow Bridge, their only weapon of mass destruction is the Divine King himself. Though both Divine Kings in Asgard are currently in good states, hard fighting against the Three Great Empires is still insufficient. Even if they managed to win, the losses would be unacceptable to Asgard.

A non-nuclear state can never be truly formidable against nuclear states. If they want to confront directly, there’s only one way left: making their own nuclear weapons.

But Asgard has been like this for millennia, expecting them to directly shift to scientific research is unrealistic. Starting from scratch to make strategic-level weapons surely won’t be swift enough, thus they can only find ways to steal or seize them.

Coincidentally, within the Nine Major Kingdoms, there are indeed "wild" nuclear warheads, and they’re not the kind with many usage restrictions, easy to be detected and countered by the opponent’s large strategic weapons, but rather extremely small, extremely fast, extremely convenient, capable of infiltrating the opponent’s core anytime, anywhere, annihilating a star system in less than two seconds, and thereafter escaping smoothly—Earthlings.

The Three Great Empires have long been complaining about "how nuclear warheads naturally grow in deserts within the Nine Major Kingdoms." But joking is fine, don’t make trivial jokes about Earth. Had they not understood how dangerous Earth is, the elite captains of these Three Great Empires wouldn’t have reacted immediately and retreated upon seeing this planet.

Now they realize that it wasn’t that Asgard didn’t use Earth as a strategic-level weapon before because the two sides couldn’t reach an agreement, but purely because the situation hadn’t been severe enough. Now the pressure has increased, Thor indeed disregards all, placing nuclear missile silos at his doorstep.

Some savvy individuals in the delegation gnash their teeth. During Odin’s reign, Asgard was prestigious, and now they finally have a chance to apply pressure; now it’s uncertain who’s applying pressure to whom.

Nevertheless, they’ve arrived anyway. After landing, they gritted their teeth and headed towards the Fairy Palace despite the tension. They’ve even placed nuclear weapons in their bedroom, clearly showing no intention to bow down, thus making it impossible for the upcoming negotiations to yield any substantial results. How can they report back satisfactorily?

Loki warmly welcomed them, thoughtfully arranged accommodations for them, and prepared exquisite meals. Just when the delegation members thought Asgard intended to sweeten the deal, they suddenly realized there were others residing in the building.

"Good morning, Captain."

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

"Morning, morning everyone."

Steve carried his tray, smiling and nodding to each person, then went to the bar and got a drink before searching for a suitable seat by the window. As he found a nice spot to sit down, he heard a commotion at the spiral staircase.

A group of strangely dressed aliens came over. They wore bright and luxurious silk garments, with bizarrely shaped feathers on their heads or hats wrapped around feathers, chatting gaily while descending until they saw the conditions in the restaurant, suddenly ceasing laughter and speaking, stopping in their tracks on the stairs.

There were evidently others behind them, Steve heard some alien cursing. The first group of aliens moved aside, followed by another group wearing military uniforms who cursed while descending until the sight within the restaurant silenced them and stopped their steps.

More summons came from upstairs, urging the aliens in military uniforms to move aside. Another batch of blue-skinned aliens in uniform descended, distinct from the previous group, continuing their grievances and complaints until seeing the restaurant’s scene, like having their throats squeezed, standing silently.

Thus, a comical scene unfolded: on what should be a narrow spiral staircase leading to Asgard’s restaurant, the Xi people stood in a line on the far left, the Kree stood on the far right, and the Skrull stood in the center, three distinct columns yet surprisingly consistent in demeanor and movement.

At this moment, Steve heard someone calling him. He turned his head and saw Wanda’s face: "Hey, Captain, JARVIS was called to Earth for some star map thing, can I share a table with you today? Because I want to taste every dish, but I can’t finish them all. If we share a table, we can take more types..."

"Of course, no issue, Ma’am." Steve opened up his plate from the tray, then said, "Let me see what you’ve got? My, are you a vegetarian? Why did you take so many vegetables?"

"Of course not, but don’t you find these peculiar-shaped vegetables here interesting?" Wanda said while using her fork to prod the spiral-shaped veggies on a plate.

"Most of Asgard’s special dishes come from Vanaheim." Loki was introducing to the people seated at the table, "The climate there is good, producing various fresh ingredients and delicacies. My favorite is a stew pot from there, unfortunately, the chef didn’t come, I’ll have them make it for you next time..."

"Doom thinks this dish is wonderfully flavored, and expresses gratitude for your warm hospitality," said Doctor Destruction, seated opposite Loki, nodding in agreement.

Sitting on the other side, Stark glanced at him. He remembered that Doctor Destruction hadn’t been active for quite a while; the last time he heard anything about him was when he was reportedly conducting some experiment near the Himalayas. Stark guessed he was probably collaborating with China on the Superluminal Engine.

Thinking about this made Stark a bit annoyed: Why choose Doom and not me? Do they even know who the smartest and greatest scientist in the world is? It’s truly underappreciating talent!

Although he thought so, Stark also knew that China would never choose him for a collaboration. Iron Man represents America even more so than Captain America—Captain America could be considered an internationalist warrior, while Iron Man is totally an American capitalist, with a very clear political stance.

But Doctor Destruction’s image is much better. Although he’s a king of a certain country, it’s a small nation and regardless of the political system, he’s managed the country quite well. Infrastructure and such are not lacking and are even top-notch in the region, making it like a top fighter among small nations. In terms of international relations and scientific and technological development, he is a desirable partner.

Meanwhile, the third scientist at the table, Reed, although the weakest of the three, was currently the happiest because he was about to get married.

Reed glanced at the time, wiped his mouth, and said, "Sorry, I promised Susan to help choose her wedding dress today. She said she really needs my advice, so I have to get there early. You guys continue eating, I’m heading out first."

Loki stood up to see him off, and as he walked around the screen, he discovered a traffic jam on the spiral staircase. Puzzled, he looked at the people on the stairs and asked, "What are you guys doing here? Not having breakfast?"

"I suddenly don’t feel that hungry," Kart turned a swift about-face and said, "Everyone, about-face, forward march!"

The Skrulls rushed upstairs in a flash. Right after, the Kree said, "We don’t have the habit of eating breakfast, we’re leaving first."

They ran off too. The Shi’ar Empire people hesitated for a moment—they were the most human-like and the race that needed breakfast the most among the three great empires. Asgard’s food was indeed good, with the buffet full of the aroma of meat fat.

Last night they were too nervous to eat well, and if they skipped breakfast today, what if they fainted from hunger during the negotiations later?

The Shi’ar Empire folks braced themselves and went down regardless.

The three great empires’ members were afraid to come down mainly because there were too many humans here. Even if they didn’t recognize all of them, the few they did know were already enough to scare them. The Iron Demon God and Scarlet Witch are incredibly famous, in the world of nuclear weapons, they’re equivalent to warheads of massive yield.

Could competitors on the same stage as these two possibly be weak hands? If everyone in this room were like them, wouldn’t that be akin to living inside a nuclear silo?

The Skrulls and Kree who ran off probably wished they could each write a book titled "My Date with a Nuclear Bomb" or "To the Most Dangerous Time of My Life."

But there’s no other way. People need food like iron needs iron; those mechanically modified races can skip meals, but the carbon-based Ferocious Feather Tribe still needs to eat. Once inside, they found a round table to sit at, planning to eat quickly and leave, ignoring anyone who tried to engage them—if they could make it to noon alive, it would be considered a success.

Unexpectedly, humans didn’t bother these aliens, but rather, they started up trouble amongst themselves.

After Loki finished introducing Stark’s table, he went to socialize at other tables. Stark wasn’t very fond of Doctor Destruction to begin with, and without Loki as the host to mediate, the two of them started bickering within a few words.

"What do you mean by that?!" Stark slammed the table loudly, "Saying I look like a peacock? I think you look like a sneaky villain!"

"Doom acknowledges your wisdom. Doom just thinks you focus too much on commercial marketing, completely lacking a down-to-earth scientific spirit, and this makes Stark Group’s products overly flashy, significantly lacking in practicality..."

"What did you say?!" Stark was so angry his nose was skewed. With his rapid breathing, the Ark Reactor on his chest became brighter and started flashing, looking like it was about to explode.

It was actually just the breathing light Stark had specifically installed on his Ark Reactor for a cool effect, but the Shi’ar Empire people didn’t know that. Being a shamanistic magic race, they were highly sensitive to energy and sensed a force seemingly on the brink of detonation. In an instant, over a dozen of them were in the air, deploying their energy shield.

This caused quite a commotion. The shield bounced the table in front flying, which hit Eddie on the left, spilling drinks and food all over him. Venom let out a howl and charged at the shield, only to be sent flying back again.

Seeing a huge black shadow flying towards him, Steve instinctively raised the shield by his side to block. With a "bang," Venom was sent flying away again, landing on the table of Polaris and Iceman in the corner. The table was thoroughly smashed, with soup and drinks spilling all over the two of them.

Covered in soup, Polaris stood there in disbelief for two seconds. As she slowly stood up, everything in the dining hall began to tremble.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"