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Setting aside the bald man for the moment, Leon, like Wanda, turned his attention to Laufey, the King of the Frost Giants.

Based on the dark matter plane information retrieved by Sky Blade, Laufey possessed a unique artifact: the casket of Ancient Winter.

This relic, an inheritance of the Frost Giant's king, was an extraordinary object of immense power. The frost core within the casket held enough ice energy to instantly freeze an entire planet, and its reserves seemed endless. It bore a resemblance to the Infinity Stones, albeit as a simplified version.

Odin had once claimed it as a trophy, locking it away in his treasury. While Asgard's arrogance dismissed the casket as inferior to its own relics, the truth was that its power was specific to frost giants—though Odin himself could wield it if needed. Yet, it had languished in Asgard's vault, forgotten and unused.

But Leon had his eyes on this artifact.

Regardless of how he intended to utilize Sky Blade in the future, securing the casket was a priority. Like Wanda, Sergei, and the others, Leon believed that when something rare and powerful presented itself, it was worth every effort to obtain it.

Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and rain poured relentlessly, pooling into muddy, foul-smelling streams in the ruined town. Yet, no one present paid any attention to the miserable weather.

All eyes were on the Frost Giant army approaching from beyond the town, their march accompanied by a spreading tide of frost.

Bang!

In the center of the town, a deafening roar echoed as the Destroyer Armor was launched like a cannonball, striking the outskirts where the Frost Giant army advanced.

Laufey's crimson eyes narrowed, his expression darkening as he raised a hand. He seemed to recall something unpleasant.

Crack!

A surge of freezing air spread across the ground less than fifty meters away, forming an impenetrable wall of ice. The Destroyer slammed into it, the impact echoing as shards exploded into the air. A massive dent marred the ice wall, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface. The Destroyer was embedded within but unharmed.

As Odin's creation, the Destroyer Armor's durability was unparalleled, and it possessed the ability to repair itself automatically.

The Destroyer wrenched itself free, landing firmly on the ground as the ice wall shattered and collapsed into fragments.

Now, the opposing sides were clearly defined.

Within the town stood the primary defenders: Sergei, Pietro, Wanda, Sif, and the Warriors Three. Thor, reduced to a mere mortal, would have already succumbed to the battle's aftermath had Wanda not supported him with her magic.

Boom!

A sonic boom reverberated through the storm as a streak of golden and red cut through the rain. Iron Man descended from the storm-laden sky, landing amidst the defenders.

Tony Stark's armor gleamed under the rain as water trickled down its sleek surface. His helmet visor retracted, revealing his face as he surveyed the scene.

Nearby, a Quinjet hovered above the battlefield, its hatch opening to release figures clad in X-Men combat uniforms: Wolverine, Phoenix, Colossus, Cyclops, and Storm. Joining them were Peter Parker, clad in black armor with a hood, and Typhoid Mary.

The newly-formed Avengers had arrived.

Tony glanced at Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three before his gaze settled on Wanda, Sergei, and Pietro.

"Hey, would you mind if we joined this party?" Tony quipped, though his tone held an undercurrent of unease.

The sight of Wanda and Pietro stirred conflicting emotions in him. He could never forget their tumultuous history—or the fact that they had once spared his life.

For their part, Wanda and Pietro remained calm, their expressions impassive as they regarded Tony as though he were no more than a stranger or passing acquaintance.

Tony sighed, his guilt deepening.

At that moment, Sergei's voice cut through the rain.

"Well, well, I didn't expect you guys to show up," he said, his tone light but pointed as he addressed the X-Men.

The X-Men had long maintained a tacit alliance with Leon and his team, recognizing the terrifying and mysterious strength of these young individuals. Out of mutual respect, the two groups had preserved their goodwill.

Cyclops stepped forward, his visor glowing faintly. "Sergei, who are those guys? They don't look too friendly."

"No doubt about it—they're enemies," Sergei replied, stepping closer through the rain. He rolled his shoulders, his excitement barely contained. "Finally, a real fight! The Destroyer Armor is incredible—it's not just tough but fast and powerful, even more so than the Hulk."

With Odin relinquishing remote control, the Destroyer Armor now operated at its full capacity, following commands with precision and unleashing its full combat potential. Its performance was awe-inspiring, igniting Sergei's love of battle.

The arrival of the Frost Giant army and the impending clash of godly and mortal powers only heightened his enthusiasm.

"My friends," Sergei said, his voice carrying a mix of caution and exhilaration. "Never underestimate the Frost Giants."