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Chapter 169 Future Avengers Alliance: Allens Makes A Comeback?
🕑 Added 2025-11-06 11:36:54 +0000 UTC“Evil God Loki, you’ve been surrounded! You’d better surrender now. You think a few hundred robots can seize control of Asgard? Ridiculous.”
At the Gates of Asgard, a massive Asgardian troop transport hovered in the sky. Fully armed warriors stood in formation inside. At the front was a muscular man wielding a giant axe, glaring mockingly at the God of Mischief. Loki raised his middle finger in response.
The warrior was Adela Ambot, second only to the Warriors Three in rank. Among Asgard’s army, she was known as the Great Axe Reaper. She had once followed King Odin in his conquest of the Nine Realms and was one of the few veterans still alive today—nearly four thousand years old.
However, in response to Adela’s taunt, Loki merely smirked coldly. Then, Allen—floating above in his steel battle suit—snapped his fingers.
“Super Duplication Module activated. Maximum charge.”
As Allen’s fingers snapped, the eyes of hundreds of Sentries began to glow.
The duplication ability Allen had acquired in a previous timeline had already been integrated into the Sentries as “Super Duplication Module 02.”
Moreover, Allen had enhanced the module’s operating system.
Chi! Chi! Chi!
Every time the Sentries flashed, new duplicates appeared. Their numbers increased exponentially, filling the sky in mere moments until they formed a dense swarm.
“F**k… Lady Sif, what do we do now?”
The original few hundred Sentries had multiplied into tens of thousands. The tide had completely turned—two thousand Asgardian warriors were now surrounded by a sea of Sentries.
Adela’s mocking grin froze. Her hand trembled so badly that she almost dropped her axe. She turned toward Sif, panic in her eyes.
Buzz… Buzz… Buzz…
Countless Sentries’ eyes began to charge, the terrifying hum of energy echoing through the air. The female warrior Sif looked at the readings on the projection before her—energy levels spiking off the charts—and sighed helplessly.
“Stand down.”
Sif sighed deeply. Even with two thousand warriors assembled, she knew they couldn’t resist an army several times their size.
“We are Asgardian warriors! We fear nothing!”
One Asgardian shouted passionately, raising his sword high, his eyes burning with pride and defiance. As a warrior of Asgard, surrender was unthinkable.
Boom!
The moment he lifted his sword, a Sentry fired a laser from its eye. The blast struck him head-on, sending his body flying out of the ship.
Allen descended from the sky and landed atop the transport. The metal mask on his face retracted, revealing his cold, emotionless expression.
“Now… do you still plan to resist?”
Allen’s gaze was sharp and commanding. The overwhelming pressure of his psychokinesis forced the Asgardians to their knees. Even Sif could only bow her noble head before him.
“Midgardian? I am a warrior of the Aesir! A god! How could I surrender to a mortal?”
Adela, who had been on the verge of agreeing to Sif’s surrender, flew into a rage at the sight of Allen’s face. She gripped her axe with both hands and swung it down toward him.
“Time Stop.”
Allen simply raised a finger. Instantly, time froze.
He walked calmly up to Adela, seized her by the throat with one hand, and lifted her off the ground.
Swish.
Time resumed.
To the Asgardians, it looked as if Adela had charged forward—only for Allen to suddenly appear, holding her aloft. With a faint squeeze, the exoskeleton strength of his suit effortlessly snapped her neck.
Crash.
Weapons clattered to the floor as the remaining Asgardians dropped their arms in unison. They were brave, yes—but not foolish. Continuing to fight a hopeless battle meant only death.
“Very good. Arrest these people—and open the gates of Asgard.”
Loki walked up beside Allen, casting a sidelong glance at Sif before issuing his orders.
With the surrender of the Asgardian troops, the Gates of Asgard swung open. Allen’s Sentries poured in, launching full-scale attacks on the palaces of Asgard.
Meanwhile, in 2023, Fat Thor and Rocket Raccoon were standing before the quantum shuttle when they were suddenly stopped by Bruce Banner—now in his Professor Hulk form.
“Hey, big guy, don’t tell me there are no more Pym Particles in Asgard!”
Rocket barked angrily, fur bristling. Having just crossed the quantum realm for the first time, he wasn’t thrilled about being interrupted.
Glug, glug.
Thor took several swigs of beer beside him, bleary-eyed and clearly too drunk to understand why Banner had stopped them.
“Listen, guys… your mission’s in trouble,” Banner said, his brows furrowed. The 3.5-meter-tall Hulk frowned as he glanced at the data in front of him. According to the quantum algorithm he and Tony Stark had built, something was very wrong.
“The quantum algorithm is a master computation system that can analyze past timelines—and roughly calculate what happened.”
After briefly explaining, Banner grabbed a metallic tablet and tapped it. A projection flickered to life before them.
The image revealed Asgard—once peaceful, now blanketed by thousands of Sentries. And on the throne once belonging to Odin… sat a young man of Asian descent.
“Allen—the one we thought was defeated—has returned,” Banner said gravely. “He’s been killing since 2008, ever since Tony Stark first appeared. He developed those terrifying Sentries and, by 2010, completely conquered Asgard… triggering Ragnarök.”
Banner stared at the projection, troubled.
After detecting anomalies in the quantum algorithm, he had sought out Doctor Strange.
With Strange’s magic, Banner had traveled through the timeline—and what he saw confirmed his fears.
Allen, once defeated, had risen again.
And this time… he had brought Ragnarök to Asgard.
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