Injustice Superman in Marvel

Watching Thor pinned to the ground, Loki covered his face.

"Damn it, you call yourself a god?!

Even I can resist for ten seconds without being disrupted!

She took you down with just one glance!

How dense is your brain?!"

Loki flew over, landing beside Thor, whose eyes were blazing blue.

Without hesitation, he punched Thor in the face.

Loki specialized in illusions, not mind control, so he could only physically "purify" Thor.

Believe him, he wasn't just beating Thor for fun—after all, he's his brother!

Cough cough…

Near the Asgardian flagship, Sigmund, observing everything, swallowed hard, utterly baffled.

What the hell was going on with Odin's kids?

That powerful woman was likely Hela, Odin's eldest daughter mentioned during the succession.

Despite her fierce demeanor, her strength was unexpectedly formidable, and her style was unexpectedly ruthless!

Sigmund admired such Aesir warriors, hoping no more surprises would arise.

As for Thor and Hela…

Thor's attack on Hela was clearly due to mind control. This prince, once Asgard's heir…

His mindset was beyond explanation!

Fortunately, he wasn't given the chance to lead Asgard. Their ancestors must be protecting them.

But even if Thor was controlled, Hela's counterattack was too swift.

Her strikes mirrored Heisenberg's, targeting Thor's right kidney every time. Poor guy.

And Loki…

Wasn't he the Chitauri commander?

Betraying them again?

Understandable—Loki's betrayals were routine.

But Loki's relentless beating of Thor, his expression of vengeance…

Are you sure you're just saving him?

Sigmund rubbed his face in frustration.

Odin's kids, I'll never understand you!

"Berserker Legion, follow the path Hela cleared, assault the Chitauri flagship! Don't let Supergiant return to the ship!"

He swiftly issued new orders, and the Asgardians acted.

High above, Supergiant, fleeing toward her ship, frowned.

Dodging Hela's flying swords, she made a silent decision.

"Must unlock the Chitauri's mental restrictions. If the control core is destroyed, all Chitauri will lose mobility!"

She transformed into a black beam, accelerating toward her flagship.

Hela pursued, slicing through the Chitauri ship's armor with her sword, following Supergiant inside.

After tearing through thousands of walls, Hela reached the core.

There, Supergiant placed her hand on the Chitauri central matrix, commanding all warriors to act freely.

With a slap, the matrix shattered, its control over the Chitauri broken.

Thanos had countless backups, but they were too far for intergalactic control.

This ship's matrix, once destroyed, would leave millions of Chitauri warriors immobilized—like in the movies.

So Supergiant freed their minds, turning them from mindless weapons into independent fighters.

Even without the matrix, they could still fight.

"Heh, you're decisive, just like… how long ago?"

Hela approached Supergiant casually, who retreated under her pressure.

"Was it 5,140 years ago, when you and your purple boss were defeated by us?"

"Hmph, Hela, even if you're alive, you have no right to mock Thanos!" Supergiant retorted.

Seeing her loyalty, Hela smirked.

"Yeah, yeah!"

She stepped within two meters of Supergiant.

"Back then, my father fought Thanos, and I could only handle your five useless pawns!"

Whoosh!

Hela struck, slapping Supergiant's face.

Supergiant blocked with her forearm, but Hela's sword pierced her chest.

Hela grabbed Supergiant's jaw, pulling her close.

"Tsk, you're as pained as ever. Even after 5,000 years, you're still weak!"

"But Thanos grows stronger, Hela!

You may kill me, but you'll never be his enemy!"

"Heh."

Hela placed her hands near Supergiant's ears, like a friend.

"He grows stronger? Great.

With Odin dead, no one shares Asgard's power with me…

I don't even know my own strength!

I look forward to meeting your 'Thanos.' I hope he visits my realm.

I'll kill him and display his head in my trophy room!

If he doesn't come, I'll find him. As the God-Queen of the Nine Realms, with my army, I'll face that defeated underling!"

Crack!!!

Hela twisted Supergiant's neck.

Perhaps imprisonment made her talkative, but she still acted while talking.

Hela's kills were always swift.

After dispatching Supergiant, she controlled her swords, shredding approaching Chitauri.

Exiting the mothership, Hela held Supergiant's body aloft.

Gazing at the army below, she felt like a commander again.

She threw Supergiant's body into the crowd, shouting triumphantly.

"Supergiant is dead! The remaining Chitauri are mere trash!

Asgardians, annihilate them—leave none alive!!!"

???

Many Asgardians heard Supergiant's words, leaving them baffled.

Who are you?

And that speech… so outdated. Asgard stopped using such battle cries 2,000 years ago.

So cringe. You're so behind the times!

The warriors, unaware of Odin's death or Hela's identity, decided to stay silent.

She's on our side…

Thus, Asgard's morale soared, driving the disorganized Chitauri into despair!

In forty minutes, the Chitauri were utterly defeated, fleeing in all directions.

Centering on Denver, they spread across the U.S. like a spider web.

From this moment, Earth entered the interstellar age!

…

Forty minutes earlier.

In Asgard's hidden World Tree, Heisenberg clenched his fists, suppressing his flames and radiance.

"Is this divine power awakening?" he asked Frigga.

Frigga nodded blankly, then shook her head.

"I've never seen anyone awaken so quickly, Your Majesty!"

"Speak properly!"

Heisenberg glared at Frigga, then left the World Tree's roots, which agitated his energy.

No wonder Aesir grew stronger in Asgard.

Their energy source was here—returning was like him diving into the sun!

Yet Odin, as the Runeking, still lost.

Heisenberg shook his head.

Probably the movie universe's lower power scale.

Thankfully, not a comic world with omnipotent beings everywhere.

In such a world, even as a cunning survivor, he'd likely be reset with the universe hundreds of times…

At the portal, Heisenberg glanced back. Frigga opened the gate.

He returned to the treasure vault, seeing the Eternal Flame again.

He felt a connection to it.

Frigga, exiting the roots, noticed something off about Heisenberg.

Confusing…

His physique was perfect, like Greek sculpture.

His face was both majestic and handsome—a god's visage.

Why did she feel something was wrong?

Frigga examined him when he wasn't looking.

Moments later, she realized.

Why was his torso bare?!

"Your Majesty!"

Frigga approached.

"As God-Queen, you need dignity and armor.

Don't you need excellent armor?

To avoid fighting bare-chested like now!"

She glanced at his chest and abs…

"The right chamber holds Asgard's armor. Though damaged, they were once worn by god-kings!

If you're not crafting your own, choose one there."

"Heh, you'd rather I craft my own, right?" Heisenberg asked.

Frigga nodded.

"I'm no warrior, but I maintained my father's armor.

Custom-made armor fits best!"

"OK!"

Heisenberg nodded, checking his torso.

His biofield protected his clothes, but against equal or higher-tier foes, it might fail.

Clearly, he needed armor.

Asgard had the best resources—why not use them?

"Contact the Dwarves. While Asgard repairs, I'll craft suitable armor!"