The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

Odin died, surrounded by his family.

With the help of the strong Frigga, Odin's body transformed into starlight and returned to Asgard, the land he had ruled for nearly ten thousand years.

Seeing Frigga's gaze upon him, Thor immediately understood. He raised Odin's sword, which Odin had just given him, and lightning crackled around it. In the next second, golden light soared into the sky.

This light was the sharp sword, letting the villains lurking in the shadows witness the power of the new king, and it was also a straight path, guiding the deceased Odin to Valhalla.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Odin's soul gradually appeared. He simply glanced at everyone present, then turned and flew into the sky without saying a word.

Gradually, the soaring light dissipated, and Thor sheathed Odin's sword. He still felt a sense of unreality in his heart.

The invincible old man in his memory had suddenly died, and then he had passed the throne to him. It all felt like a dream.

Frigga seemed to see the confusion in her child's eyes. She waved her hand to dismiss the crowd, leaving only herself and Thor in the back garden.

"What's wrong, child?" Frigga guided her son to sit on the chair Odin had just occupied.

"I'm sorry, Mother," Thor said, placing the sword aside. "You should be more saddened than I am, yet your unworthy son needs you to comfort me."

"Don't say that, child," Frigga said, taking Thor's hand. "When a loved one passes away, the sadness in our hearts is the same. There shouldn't be any distinction between high and low in this regard."

"Besides, I'm your mother. It's my duty to stand up and guide you at this time."

Thor was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm just a little... lost. I'm not ready yet. I haven't accepted his departure."

"We weren't ready, child. Your father caught us off guard this time," Frigga said with a wry smile.

"But that's life. Nothing will necessarily wait for you to be ready. Just like your father, he took over in a crisis, leading a ragtag group to rebel against your uncle."

Thor was slightly stunned. His father Odin had started by overthrowing his brother to ascend the throne, and he ended by perishing together with his brother, which could be considered a complete cycle in a way.

"Although it's a little embarrassing to say, that was indeed the most heroic time of your father. Most of the people around him were attracted to him at that time, even me."

A smile appeared on Frigga's face, but it quickly faded.

"What I want to say, child, is that the world won't wait for you to be ready. You can only be prepared at all times, just like the previous kings. We will always be by your side."

Thor was silent for a moment before speaking again, "Thank you, Mother. I feel much better."

Frigga patted Thor's hand. She knew she should give her son some time alone, so she stood up and left the garden without saying anything more.

After Frigga left, Thor slumped into the seat as if all the strength had been drained from his body. He was nothing like Odin just now, who had sat upright even when he was dying.

'Maybe I'm not cut out for this,' Thor rubbed his eyes, finally turning his gaze out of the garden, towards the bountiful Asgard.

...

The funeral of the previous king, Odin, was scheduled for three days later. Everyone with close ties to Asgard received an invitation, including Yang Le and the others.

This was the first message Yang Le received after returning to Earth. It was conveyed to him by Heimdall, who also apologized on Thor's behalf. Thor should have told Yang Le himself, but he was too busy to spare the time.

It was at this time that Yang Le learned that Thor had become the king, which was not unexpected. However, Yang Le didn't expect Odin to die at this time.

But it was also good. Thor of the 9527 universe had inherited Odin's power and become a Skyfather-level powerhouse in one fell swoop, far stronger than Thor in the movie universe.

Yang Le naturally accepted Thor's invitation with pleasure. Given the goodwill that Asgard had shown them, he should attend Odin's funeral out of both emotion and reason.

Of course, Thor invited more than just him. Gwen also received an invitation. Yang Le also found Gwen to ask for her opinion, and she naturally accepted with pleasure.

Gwen was lost for a while. She didn't expect that the seemingly gentle old grandfather had died in this war. As expected, no matter what the reason for the war, it was a sad thing.

Gwen was not just sad because of Odin's departure, but also because of the surrounding devastation. The destruction caused by this war was too great.

According to Franklin's statistics, Earth's losses were mostly economic. Because the Serpent needed humans to provide fear, the actual number of human deaths was far less than that of the second village feud.

It was almost less than one-tenth, but the other realms were different.

Jotunheim lost the Giant King and thousands of elite Frost Giants; the Dark Elf King of Svartalfheim, including an entire force of 10,000 troops, was almost wiped out by Black Bolt alone.

The Fire Queen of Muspelheim was captured alive, and her army was also annihilated by the Ice Wraiths; Hela, the mistress of Hel, was seriously injured and had to retreat to the underworld.

Heaven, including the Angel Queen, all the angels sitting on the heavenly warships died. Only Angela escaped because she failed to return to the flagship, but she still lost consciousness due to the explosion.

When Franklin went to rescue her, the latter had fainted on a rock, and all the spacesuits on her body were broken. If it weren't for the true identity of the Asgardian, she would have died in the universe long ago.

Not to mention Vanaheim and Nidavellir, Asgard also suffered heavy losses. They lost a king.

So far, the vigorous Ten Realms War plus the Fear Itself event has finally ended.

Every organization involved in the battle suffered heavy losses. In terms of damage, there were no winners in this battle, only losers.

But in terms of results, Earth was the winner.

Although there were considerable economic losses, and some small countries were almost in ruins, at least the people were still there, so there was still hope.

And in this war, mankind also gained a group of true guardians.

Yang Le turned his gaze to the ruins, where a group of people with green light were shuttling back and forth, and a group of people with family as the bond were helping others.

Marvel is about to be finished, and in a few days I will be able to write the DC universe.