When Proxima Midnight saw Thanos remain silent, along with the wound on his cheek, she immediately assumed the opponent must have used some underhanded method.
She had never heard of the name Hela before, and now this woman was calling herself the Queen of Asgard. Then who is the King?
At this moment, she wished Thanos would issue the command to attack Asgard—use their blood to nourish the weapon Thanos had forged for her.
"Father, please give the order! We have every reason to go to war. Hela killed Ebony Maw and then came to Titan to stir up trouble. Are we really just going to let her go like this?!"
Proxima Midnight pressed on, unwilling to believe Thanos would hesitate when the justification was so clear-cut.
Meanwhile, Corvus Glaive rolled his eyes thoughtfully. When it came to Asgard's enemies, they could definitely be used to their advantage.
For example—the Dark Elves and the Frost Giants. They all despised Asgard. If they joined forces, the situation might take a dramatic turn.
Thanos remained silent, eyes fixed on the distance, pondering a single question—who holds the Infinity Stones now?
Information about the Stones had seemingly vanished into thin air, even his sensing artifacts couldn't locate a trace of them—not even the Time Stone, which had once passed through his hands.
Could it be that Hela had swallowed the Time Stone for herself?
"Father, why don't we consider working with the Dark Elves…"
Corvus Glaive respectfully bowed to Thanos, offering his most loyal suggestion.
He wholeheartedly supported Thanos in becoming the ruler of the entire universe!
Thanos slowly retracted his gaze from the horizon, his hand gently resting on his chin. After taking a few punches from Hela, his jaw still throbbed faintly with pain.
He now seemed to have learned a lesson—never take off his armor until the very last moment.
"Corvus Glaive, what brilliant idea do you have?" Thanos asked, his thoughts a bit scattered ever since he lost his sense of the Stones.
And then there was that thing Hela had said—it deeply unsettled him. That the King of Asgard was actually Emperor. How could that be possible?
Odin had passed the throne to someone other than Thor or Loki? Thanos found it hard to believe.
He needed to rework his strategy. As Proxima Midnight had said—Hela must be killed.
"Join forces with Asgard's enemies. Attack Asgard. Once we bring that realm down, the other planets will be at our mercy!"
Corvus Glaive grew more and more excited as he spoke, as if victory was already waving at him from afar. Soon, the name "Corvus Glaive" would be known throughout the universe.
"No. Absolutely not."
Thanos flatly rejected Corvus Glaive's proposal, leaving the general frozen in place, his excitement immediately deflated.
He couldn't believe it—Thanos had rejected his plan.
"Why?"
Seeing her lover's suggestion shut down, Proxima Midnight quickly asked. She couldn't understand why it was turned down.
"Hela is Odin's firstborn. When I fought her, I noticed something…"
Thanos gazed meaningfully into the distance, the memory returning to him—Hela's power significantly waned after leaving Asgard.
"For now, let's shift our target. Attacking Asgard is still necessary, but with Hela around, it'll be an uphill battle. She's a sorceress…"
Thanos knew full well—battling a sorcerer was far more troublesome than one could imagine.
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