American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Raul and Surtur, having fled back to their own territories, never expected that a calamity would come crashing down upon them from the sky. With sufficient benefits on the table, Mephisto was showing plenty of enthusiasm. Having just provided a batch of demons as support, he was already pressing Odin for a timeline, eager to personally join the fray this time.

Failure?

Mephisto hadn't even considered such a thing.

Among the dimensional lords, most were solitary figures, lone wolves. While Odin and his group weren't exactly pure dimensional lords, the fact that they had already failed once suggested that their strength, relative to this little group of theirs, wasn't all that formidable.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Shifting with the wind.

These were some of the signature skills of dimensional lords.

Mephisto's current thought was to quickly eliminate the hidden danger, allowing his energy bank to properly develop a major business and officially make a grand debut among the dimensional lords.

The interest group discussed and deliberated on the target of the Abyss energy deployment, the number of gods to be deployed in the first batch, and the planned process, ultimately only settling on a framework.

Mephisto, high on emotions, was extremely dissatisfied with this. He felt that Odin and the Ancient One were completely slacking off on such an important matter. So what if they had a pile of things to deal with at home? He even had a bomb in his house, and he wasn't even panicking!

However, Luke managed to persuade him to first see if they could seal the Abyss energy in the other party's home and what the sealing effect would be. Otherwise, even if they discussed it to death, if the technology wasn't up to par and the sealing wasn't in place, wouldn't it all be for nothing? Forcing it would easily backfire.

Mephisto acknowledged this.

Odin, on the other hand, wanted to ask: Could Nidavellir still be salvaged? If the World Tree's energy cycle was severely damaged again, Asgard and the entire Nine Realms would also be affected.

Mephisto firmly protested against Odin's request, expressing his opposition. Malekith and Nidavellir were important components of the plan, how could you make such a request regardless of the plan? What's wrong with sacrificing for the group? Anyway, Nidavellir had already become an abyss-like place, just consider it making the most of waste.

Odin was too lazy to pay attention to Mephisto's opposition, it wasn't his hell dimension that was deeply infected. If Luke hadn't come up with a solution, then it was likely that Mephisto would be jumping up and down in a frenzy because of the Abyss energy.

Luke responded to Odin's request by saying that the future was uncertain, but for now, it was just that sentence: It's beyond saving, just wait for death.

Only a few demons were infected in the hell dimension, and Mephisto discovered it early, so everything was still within control. Nidavellir was different, it had directly established a connection with the Abyss dimension, and the dimensional rift was still there. The Abyss energy pouring out of the rift had almost completely infected Nidavellir, especially since the other party had already developed an Abyss consciousness. The degree of infection was not on the same level as the hell dimension.

Besides, if the problem of the dimensional rift couldn't be solved, even if you cleaned and sealed it, it would be useless. It would only be a temporary solution, creating a cycle.

The energy in the Abyss dimension was extremely useful, but the aftereffects were a bit tricky. It was somewhat similar to the temporary pleasure of bombing, but with strong radiation in the aftermath. Didn't you see how a dead planet was mutated by a high concentration of excessive Abyss energy in a short period of time? If there were no accidents, the creatures inside would also be infected and mutated.

Even Mephisto was unwilling to approach the current Nidavellir, let alone enter its interior.

However, looking at Odin's dejected face, Luke's meager morals and conscience were pricked, after all, this scene seemed to have been caused by him. So, under the urging of that meager morality and conscience, Luke kindly reminded Odin.

Nidavellir was definitely gone, but wasn't there a paradise realm that had been exiled? After all, it could be considered part of the World Tree earlier. Pulling it back in wouldn't be rejected by the World Tree's energy, and might even be gladly accepted again.

With one less Nidavellir and one more paradise realm, the Nine Realms were still the Nine Realms, right? Wait for the energy to go through a major cycle and slowly recover, and it would eventually return to normal, right?

Odin instinctively resisted Luke's reminder, but only for a moment before he suppressed that resistance again.

He had exiled the paradise realm in a fit of rage, stripping it from the World Tree's energy cycle, because he thought the other party had stolen and killed his daughter. But later, facts proved that there were many accidents and misunderstandings.

Of course, asking Odin to lower his head at the time was also impossible. After all, the two sides were already hostile and engaged in war, how could he, as the victor, lower his head to admit his mistake to a loser? Especially when this loser deeply hated him and Asgard.

But now, the queen of the paradise realm seemed to have died at the hands of Luke's creation, and the remaining high-ranking angels brought out by the paradise queen had suffered heavy losses in Nidavellir, if not complete annihilation, leaving only a few stragglers. The power of the paradise realm was unprecedentedly low, even weaker than after being stripped from the World Tree's energy cycle.

Under these circumstances, if the remaining angels of the paradise realm were willing to submit to Asgard and obey his, Odin's, orders, then pulling the paradise realm back to stabilize the World Tree's repeatedly damaged foundation didn't seem impossible?

After all, if he wanted to strengthen the World Tree now so that its energy cycle would no longer continue to decline, Luke's proposal was currently the best one. New energy did indeed have the use of increasing the World Tree's energy, but using new energy to compensate for the World Tree's losses, even if Luke agreed, the other two wouldn't. What's more, this method took time, while pulling back the paradise realm would take effect faster.

Thinking this, Odin slowly nodded.

"I will have Asgard's negotiators talk to the remaining angels of the paradise realm. If they are willing to let go of their hatred, then Asgard welcomes them back into the embrace of the World Tree, to become one of the new Nine Realms," Odin said with a kind and amiable smile.

"In fact, they have already submitted their surrender," Luke coughed twice, his eyes flickering, looking up at the starry sky ceiling of the conference room, as if something was deeply attracting him, and said.

Hearing Luke's words, Odin's heart instinctively sensed something bad. His intact eye stared intently at Luke, who was raising his head and looking intently at the ceiling of the conference room, and said slowly, "I and Asgard have not received the angels' surrender."

"They submitted it to me. To be precise, to my creation," Luke withdrew his gaze, met Odin's eyes, and spread his hands.

"The creation that killed the paradise queen?" Odin thought of that muscular, dark-skinned, old-faced, silent, and powerful creation, and his expression eased a bit subconsciously. He wasn't afraid of him, but he was afraid that the guy would rush to Asgard during the battle and summon the Abyss once, then he would be cursing like Malekith.

He would rather throw the paradise realm to Luke than have that creation step into Asgard's territory! That was the real source of the Abyss energy's spread!

Anyway, the Nine Realms had never truly submitted to him, submitted to Asgard, just an angel race that had suffered heavy losses in power, just consider it a transferred prisoner. As long as the Nine Realms' energy cycle can return to normal.

"Yes. Their last survivors have obtained the protection of Light Luke," Luke didn't hide anything, and explained the ins and outs of what happened to Odin, saying that the price of his shot this time and the agreed-upon remuneration would be offset by those angels of the angel realm. He could refund some of the deposit Odin had given earlier, or directly go for an incremental order to supplement it.

Odin couldn't help but grin. Before, it was because of war factors and a lack of craftsmen that he gave Heberon some technology of transcendent equipment and highly profitable orders, but now that the big war was over, and only some small-scale battles of stragglers remained, Asgard's tense situation and situation had been greatly eased, and the demand for these urgently needed transcendent equipment and treatment supplies had naturally eased as well. Luke's behavior of supplementing the deposit with incremental orders was undoubtedly a trick in Odin's eyes. But Odin didn't care. Wasn't the initial establishment of their group because there were rich visible benefits and they could take advantage of each other?

In terms of contribution, Luke, who had separated a part of the new energy authority, had sacrificed more. After all, the foundation of their small group was built on Luke's new energy.

Concept endowment.

What a terrible talent.

Odin muttered in his heart. Everyone present had had the idea of the source of the new energy, right? Everyone understood the thoughts, but the technology was in Luke's hands. So, although it seemed that Luke didn't seriously manage anything, he was the core because he controlled the technology.

The meeting ended here.

Odin went back to supervise Thor and the others to deal with Asgard's myriad of affairs, Mephisto also needed to return to the hell dimension to prepare to receive Luke's technology and sealing equipment, and Luke had a heavier burden on his shoulders, he needed to prepare and manufacture equipment, and all subsequent plan promotion and implementation were based on whether his technology could succeed.

But in this regard, neither Odin nor Mephisto had any doubts about Luke's technical ability and manufacturing ability. After all, strictly speaking, Abyss energy was also a kind of extreme attribute of new energy. Although it may be severely mutated.

...

"I should retire," the Ancient One said lightly, walking side by side with Luke.

"Have you seen your death again?" Luke raised his eyebrows. He had also studied the energy of the Time Stone, although there were many limitations and he couldn't play with it like the Ancient One and the later Stephen Strange, it was still possible to combine it with data dimension applications. The Ancient One had also told him about her death.

"No, I just think Stephen Strange is more suitable for the current Sorcerer Supreme. Whether it's in cooperation with you, or in leading the mages into a new future," the Ancient One said calmly.

"We still need the strength of the Ancient One now," Luke said very sincerely. If you want to leave, it's best to take that old man Odin with you.

"I didn't say I was leaving, I just unloaded the position of Sorcerer Supreme. But you can arrange a position in the energy bank for me, of course, it's best to be idle," the Ancient One shrugged. If it weren't for Luke, she would probably leave this universe to wander. But Luke showed her a new possibility, like opening up a brand new timeline on the inherent timeline, and the future became unknown and wonderful. She also wanted to see how far her future could go in this universe, and how far Luke could go? And how far could their unprecedented, fragilely trusting group of gods go?

"So, is there something that needs my cooperation?" Luke immediately understood the reason why the Ancient One stayed to say these words to him.

"Just a small idea," the Ancient One smiled: "What do you think of Dormammu?"

"The leader of the Dark Dimension? Have you chosen him?" Luke asked.

"He always has to suffer a little more loss to be honest. Sorcerer Strange and the others also need to experience some tests and tribulations," the Ancient One said.

"I understand. What do you need me to do?" Luke had no objection to the Ancient One's arrangement, he vaguely guessed the Ancient One's plan, but didn't intend to stop or oppose it. Even if something really went wrong in the end, there were still him and the Ancient One to back it up, and if it really didn't work, it wouldn't be impossible to directly draw Nidavellir over and stuff it into the Dark Dimension.

"You don't need to do anything, just don't help," the Ancient One said: "I know this is a bit out of the ordinary, but the hell dimension thing can give you an alibi. I'll tell the mages that you're not here, but have gone to the hell dimension or the Nine Realms to deal with some important matters."

"I can do anything," Luke nodded. Of course, he wouldn't really run to the hell dimension, but it wouldn't be a problem to stay in his Silent City or other places to temporarily disconnect from some people. Silent City can also be switched to defense mode at that time, refusing entry to people without high permissions.

"Could it be that the mage lineage still has deep connections with other dimensional lords?" Luke finally asked.

"The connection between mages and dimensional lords is far deeper than you think. Many mages have no turning back," the Ancient One paused and added: "Although new energy also has certain aftereffects, its safety and autonomy are still higher than the power from some dimensional lords. After the mages have enjoyed and verified the existence of new energy, the dimensional lords who are closely connected behind it also have a certain probability of knowing. It's hard to say they won't be interested in this. After all, the pursuit of power by gods is like the pursuit of power and money by humans, greedy and never satisfied.

I didn't care about their backgrounds in the past, but Strange can't. When I finally leave, I can help him clean up."

PS: Thank you to the silent peak classmate for the reward, three days! Mwah.