Marvel: What If Thanos Adopted A Saiyan?-Chapter 173 - 174: The King of Ancient Egypt, Lothar in the Pyramid

Chapter 173: Chapter 174: The King of Ancient Egypt, Lothar in the Pyramid

"What... What did you just say?"

Staring blankly at the Savior before him, Menis was momentarily stunned, at a loss for words.

He thought he must have misheard, yet the look on Lothar’s face made it clear—he hadn’t.

"As the Savior, isn’t purging the Outer Gods from the dimensional rifts your natural duty?"

Lothar’s smile widened with radiant confidence. Atop his shoulder, the vengeful orange tabby clenched its soft pink paws and meowed in righteous affirmation.

It was as if to say: "Exactly, meow!"

"I see... As expected of Lord Savior!"

Recalling that divine moment half a year ago when Lothar descended like a god from the heavens, Menis struck his right fist into his left palm in sudden realization.

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"To meet the Outer God, Orphe, we’ll need to use a sacred relic from our tribe."

"A relic?"

"Yes." Menis rose to his feet and, as though only now remembering her, respectfully bowed to Hela before turning to lead the way.

Up until now, it was as though Hela had been completely forgotten, relegated to the sidelines alongside The Other and Woz, watching the spectacle unfold without participation.

"Try to keep up, Savior," Lothar said with a smirk as he turned, his provocatively arched brow making Hela grit her teeth.

Keep playing the savior, when you know nothing about magic. I’ll enjoy watching you die.

Suppressing her irritation with a tight smile, Hela kicked over a sand pot Woz had spent half the morning sweeping out. With hips swaying, she sauntered after them.

Woz, who had just fished out a bottle of engine oil from the pouch in his belly, his precious supply brought back from Sakaar, froze mid-motion. He blinked at the toppled pot, then glanced toward the retreating figures of Hela and Lothar. "?????"

"Come on, Woz." With a sigh, The Other gripped his staff embedded with the Mind Stone tighter, patted Woz’s bewildered head, and broke into a light jog to catch up, his demeanor sycophantic. "Wait for me, Prince Lothar!"

"???" Little Woz hugged his oil can close, a few drops of black oil still staining the corners of his lips, utterly confused.

Forty minutes later, Lothar and the others stepped into a magic portal and vanished from the frozen landscape.

Shortly after they disappeared, Cuba, the self-proclaimed disciple of the Sorcerer Supreme whom Lothar had encountered earlier, silently appeared at the portal’s edge.

His refined face was marked with confusion.

"This energy..."

"Could it be... Horus, the enemy of Lord Dormammu?"

On the other side of the portal, beneath a blazing sun, Lothar and his companions arrived at a settlement far more advanced than those of the other tribes.

"This is..."

"This is the new tribe I founded under the guidance of Lord Savior," Menis declared proudly.

"Here, I will forge a civilization powerful enough to uplift the people of Midgard."

As he spoke, Menis’ expression brimmed with confidence.

He believed the power extracted from the corpse of an Outer God would be enough to overcome any obstacle in his path.

In truth, his journey had already spanned nearly half a year. After inheriting the title of High Chieftain of Upper Egypt from his father, he was on the verge of conquering Lower Egypt, unifying the land under one banner.

If not for being summoned by an old organization to handle some matters in the north, and accidentally uncovering a plot to breach the veil between dimensions and summon an Outer God, he might have completed his mission by now and spared his people from further war.

"What’s that...?"

"My statue?"

With keen eyes, Lothar spotted an unfinished building in the distance, within it, a colossal statue of himself... and Hela.

"Yes. That is the statue I personally sculpted for both of you, our noble Saviors. And to better preserve your divine images, I designed and began constructing a unique sanctuary around them."

Menis gestured toward a massive stone tablet nearby. It was covered in text Lothar and Hela couldn’t decipher.

But while the words were foreign, Lothar understood the image carved onto it: a triangular structure, wide at the base and tapering to a point at the top.

"That building is a sacred shrine dedicated to housing your statues."

Menis’ eyes shone with fervor and pride.

This was the only thing he could do for his Savior.

He sculpted, he recorded history.

To shield the statues from wind and rain, he had designed this singular structure—a marvel of imagination.

He wanted his descendants, and all those of his kingdom, to remember the Savior who descended like a god and led the charge that repelled the Nine Realms’ United Vanguard.

But more than that, he wished that when he died, he might rest within that sanctuary, beside the Savior he revered.

A selfish wish, perhaps, but a king’s last indulgence.

"You..."

Lothar’s pupils flickered with surprise.

Even he had to admit, the design of this structure was audacious and visionary.

Given Midgard’s current technological level, constructing something of this complexity should have been nearly impossible.

And yet, Menis had already completed two-thirds of the building in under six months.

All for the sake of gratitude and devotion.

For the first time, Lothar felt a flicker of complicated emotion toward someone who wasn’t an enemy.

He didn’t understand what drove Menis to such lengths.

But still...

This feeling... is strangely... not unpleasant.

Hela, who had expected Lothar to scoff and call it "utterly pointless," glanced at him in surprise when he said nothing.

She didn’t care much for statues herself. Back in the icy wastelands of Midgard, there were already more than enough myths and sculptures about her and her father, Odin. She was numb to it by now.

Still—

"Aw, moved, are we?" Hela teased, raising a brow as she stepped closer, her eyes dancing with mischief at Lothar’s uncharacteristic silence.

"Boring," he replied coldly, glancing sideways at her with mild disdain before turning away. "Tell me how to reach Orphe, Menis."

"Yes, Lord Savior."

Hurrying to catch up, Menis retrieved a pendant made entirely of pure gold from his quarters.

Triangular in shape like the building, its surface bore a strange eye-like symbol. The intense magical energy it radiated made the smile fade from Hela’s lips.

"This is a magical vessel I took from an Outer God named Horus."

"If anything can bring you face-to-face with Orphe, Savior—it’s this."

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