A fist slammed into Laufey's chest, and time seemed to stand still for a moment.
The next instant, Lucas's physical strength erupted simultaneously.
Bang!
Laufey was sent flying. Along the way, blood sprayed from his body, splattering on the ground.
After smashing through countless glaciers and rocks, Laufey's body stopped tumbling and landed in a pile of rubble.
The dust gradually settled, but Laufey still hadn't gotten up.
Thor and the others looked over, only to see Laufey's chest caved in and covered in cracks. His eyes were bloodshot and crimson, yet his pupils lacked focus. He looked both terrifying and comical.
Thor believed he could defeat Laufey in a one-on-one fight, and he had once sent him flying with a hammer.
But to instantly incapacitate Laufey with one blow, it would probably require his father Odin, wielding Gungnir, to personally intervene.
Lucas stepped forward, walking towards Laufey in the distance.
Laufey wasn't dead, which was a bit unexpected. He had thought he could blow out his chest with a single punch. He didn't expect to only severely injure him.
Laufey truly was a king who had once clashed with Odin. Although his strength had waned, he could still withstand a serious punch and not die.
Tap... Tap...
At this moment, Laufey remembered his full name, Laufey Ymirson. He seemed to see his father, Ymir, the progenitor of the Frost Giants, coming to pick him up.
Struggling, Laufey clutched his chest and got up from the ground.
He was the King of the Frost Giants. He could die in battle, but he couldn't lie on the ground like a coward, waiting for his enemy's judgment.
"Cough! Cough!"
Looking at Lucas approaching, Laufey laboriously coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, finally able to speak coherently.
Although Laufey's tone was weak, the will it conveyed was extremely firm.
"You can kill me, but you cannot defeat me. You can kill the Frost Giants, but you cannot stop our revenge. As long as a breath remains, the war between the Frost Giants and Asgard will not cease."
Lucas stopped, raising an eyebrow.
Hmm? Am I the villain now?
If only considering this conflict between the Frost Giants and Asgard, Lucas believed the fault lay with Asgard.
Loki deliberately led people in, and then Thor came knocking to demand an explanation. From the Frost Giants' perspective, Asgard even had suspicions of entrapment.
But Lucas was here to take sides. This was also the Ancient One's intention.
Earthlings and Frost Giants still had a score to settle.
Seeing Lucas stop, Laufey burst into laughter. "Hahaha, mighty warrior, what is your name? Before I die, at least let me know who killed me."
"Sorcerer Lucas."
"Lucas, listen!"
Laufey's eyes widened, glaring at Lucas. "My kingdom will not submit to you, Jotunheim will not be trampled under your feet! You cannot kill all the countless Frost Giant warriors!"
Lucas frowned.
These Frost Giants were stubborn.
Contrary to what Laufey thought, annihilating the entire Frost Giant race was not difficult for Lucas.
But there's a difference between decisive killing and bloodthirsty cruelty.
Directly slaughtering an entire kingdom of Frost Giants, or even an entire planet of Frost Giants...
For Lucas, the psychological pressure was too great.
Moreover, facing the slaughter, the Frost Giants might instead choose to resist to the end, and might not yield.
But what if there was another way?
"I think I just told you I'm a sorcerer, didn't I?"
Muttering to himself, Lucas spread his mental power through his Sling Ring, locating nearby stars.
"It's just that, I wonder if you've ever seen a sorcerer like me."
"Look up."
High in the sky, a massive portal opened, and on the other side of the door was the void of the Universe.
In the depths of the void, a gigantic star was freely releasing light and heat.
"What do you want to do?"
A sudden unease rose in Laufey's heart, but he couldn't imagine what Lucas would do next.
He couldn't possibly be thinking that the light and radiation transmitted through such a small portal could melt Jotunheim's ice, could he?
Lucas thought for a moment and explained, "I want to know now, how many stars it takes to melt your ice castle."
The ability [Energy Absorption] activated. Across the endless void, Lucas pulled the star's originally scattered light radiation and concentrated it at the portal.
After passing through the portal, it then dispersed to shine on the land of Jotunheim. The solar radiation, unabsorbed, unreflected, and unscattered by any atmosphere, shone directly down.
Even Laufey, with his physique, felt vaguely uncomfortable.
Some weaker Frost Giants even showed a tendency to shrink in size.
Lucas asked Laufey with a smile, "Want to add another one?"
The next second, nine massive portals opened in the sky.
On the other side of the portals were nine stars of different sizes, but all equally enthusiastic and unrestrained.
Boom!
Thunder exploded in Laufey's heart.
He saw the solar radiation from one of the stars converge and shoot towards a portal.
As the intense light gathered, a second star appeared in the sky of Jotunheim.
Without giving Laufey time to react, the third, fourth, and all ten portals activated.
Ten stars in the sky!
Jotunheim's ancient ice began to melt at a visible rate.
Ordinary Frost Giants could no longer be exposed in open areas. The intense heat from the strong solar radiation would cause their bodies to shrink or even melt. They had to hide in caves to barely survive.
Although Thor and the other Asgardians were not afraid of high temperatures, they now felt hot and uncomfortable.
Loki, who was standing behind Lucas, discovered a small secret. The temperature and humidity around Lucas remained almost constant, always at a comfortable state.
It was foreseeable that if the ten stars in the sky lasted longer, Jotunheim's ecosystem would be completely destroyed.
At that time, the Frost Giants, having lost the casket of ancient winters, would be homeless. The Frost Giant race would also completely disappear after some time.
"Stop!" Laufey roared loudly.
Dragging his broken body, he attacked Lucas like a madman. A rain of dense attacks fell on Lucas, but they couldn't even break through his defenses.
Lucas coldly watched Laufey's futile efforts. He watched him attack wildly, watched his movements slow, and watched him despair, and stop his actions.
This King of the Frost Giants, who had once contended with Odin, and even after defeat and the loss of the precious casket of ancient winters, refused to bow down, lowered his proud head under Lucas's icy gaze.
"Stop, Frost Giants request a truce."
Although called a truce, everyone knew it was surrender.