Having Loki lead the Chitauri to attack Earth was Rimuru's planned solution.
By using the Tesseract for teleportation, the attack range could be limited to New York.
If they were allowed to come by spaceship, the the world would likely be spread thin.
Even if they won, there would inevitably be heavy casualties, and the economy would regress who knows how many years!
Although this was a parallel Universe, Earth was still Rimuru's home.
Rimuru would not allow such a tragedy to happen!
There was another benefit to letting Loki go: the Mind Stone would also come to Earth as a result.
Wanda, and her beloved mecha-girl, would then be born!
War, confined within a certain scope, was also an excellent means of training troops!
Earthlings cannot stay in the cradle forever.
Is it finally time to face Thanos?
She would not forget that the Chitauri's attack on Earth was actually a preliminary probe by Thanos.
From the first day she transmigrated to Marvel, Rimuru had thought about facing Thanos.
This day was finally approaching, making Rimuru feel incredibly excited.
Thanos might also be incredibly excited!
Thanos had always been keeping a close eye on Earth.
As soon as the Ancient One and Odin, two great figures, passed away, he directly attacked, even knowing Stark's name.
It's clear how long he had coveted the Space Stone and Time Stone on Earth!
This time, it might be Thanos's way of testing her depth.
Since he dared to probe, he should be prepared to have his claws cut off!
The current Rimuru was not alone.
"Your Majesty, the Queen and the two Princes have all come together. Would you like to see them?"
It was Wind giant speaking. Although she was extremely appearance-oriented, her mind was not bad.
Especially after evolving, she became even smarter, more than capable of being a female secretary.
"Since they've all come, then let's see them!"
"Yes!"
An unexpected audience thus began.
The nobles all thought Rimuru would give them various beatings, but none of that happened.
Rimuru's attitude was a hundred times more casual than they had imagined!
Several nobles cautiously suggested that the elites of their clans serve as Rimuru's handmaidens and personal guards. Rimuru agreed without any hesitation.
In front of several great nobles, Rimuru personally bestowed names upon several personal guards. Everyone witnessed several highly talented juniors, whose bloodline quality ascended, instantly becoming leader-level elites.
The blood of many nobles instantly boiled!
How could hearsay compare to what they witnessed with their own eyes?
King Rimuru's naming was truly terrifying.
The weak, after being named, could evolve, and the strong, after being named, could achieve even more powerful evolution!
King Rimuru perhaps never intended to divide and suppress the nobles; it was just that they considered themselves noble and were self-important!
In King Rimuru's eyes, perhaps there were no nobles and commoners at all!
King Rimuru was invincible; at least in her heart, she had long surpassed all the kings of Jotunheim.
Perhaps this throne, in King Rimuru's eyes, was nothing at all.
All along, their hearts had been too small.
King Rimuru might lead Jotunheim to become the true overlord of the Nine Realms!
It must be said that people's ability to overthink sometimes goes beyond the sky.
"A strange light flickered in the fish's eyes." As for why this light was strange, perhaps even the author himself didn't know!
But no matter what, this successful meeting made Rimuru and the nobles get along very well.
As more and more information was brought over, Rimuru's understanding of Jotunheim also deepened.
Jotunheim, due to its icy climate, was extremely resource-poor and highly warlike.
Almost every Giant who could survive various natural selections was a born warrior.
Although Jotunheim also had agriculture, places capable of producing food were truly scarce!
It was almost impossible to survive by farming; hunting and animal husbandry became the most important food sources.
Almost every man in the tribe would hunt, and when a child came of age, they would personally hunt a snowfield beast!
In Jotunheim, weakness was a sin.
The higher the Giant race's bloodline level, the stronger their magic affinity, and the better they could adapt to various extreme weather conditions.
When the bloodline level reached a certain point, the colder the temperature, the more comfortable they even felt.
But the common people did not have the adaptability of these geniuses and elites!
If the temperature was too cold, the common people might not have physical problems, but obtaining food would be difficult.
No food meant people would die, unless they went to plunder!
Barbarians!
Rimuru was speechless, not expecting that one day she would become a "Barbarian King"!
Perhaps for the purpose of plunder, the military strength of the Jotunheim people was truly very strong, very strong!
They could cut down trees from the Black Iron Forest, and with the blessing of various magic, they could even create "spaceships" capable of traveling through the Universe.
The ice blades and ice spikes generated by drawing upon bloodline power were incredibly sharp, capable of easily piercing even the Asgardian Gods.
Comparing them to Gamora's "Godslayer," one could understand the power of the Frost Giant's ice magic!
As for the Mountain Giant and Wind Giants, they were more skilled at using weapons.
Mountain Giants could mine cold iron and even forge "laser" weapons that released magic energy, with incredibly strong lethality!
In the beast-skin scrolls passed down in Jotunheim, several mysterious cosmic passages were even recorded.
Through these passages, they could directly attack Asgard, Earth, or any of the Nine Realms.
After finishing reading the "treasures" mysteriously presented by several elders, Rimuru's eyes twitched.
No wonder Jotunheim, with such a small population, could be called one of the cosmic powers!
Being able to invade other nations at any time, how could they not be a powerful nation?
The blood flowing in their veins was truly "divine blood"!
Just this extremely cold climate made Jotunheim easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Even if the Asgardians came, if they didn't dress warmly, they might quickly freeze into popsicles.
But for the Jotunheim people, as long as they didn't encounter extremely hot environments, such as Muspelheim, they could basically adapt.
This allowed them to fight when they wanted to, and if they couldn't win, they could run.
An elder with a white beard said, "Your Majesty, due to the casket of ancient winters, the temperature in Jotunheim this year is five to ten degrees lower than usual. It's much harder for the tribesmen to hunt in the Black Iron Forest, and the tribe's food reserves are running low!"
Rimuru's mouth twitched. First, he presented her with several maps of passages to other nations, and then he said the tribe's food was running low.
What did this elder's frantic hinting mean?
Was he telling her to send troops to plunder?
"Understood. I have my own plans for the food problem. You may go down first!"
"Yes!"
After the elders left, Rimuru immediately puffed out her cheeks!
Frantically hinting at her to send troops to plunder, was he kidding?
Plundering was impossible, never in this life was plundering possible!
She was not a bad Slime who liked to plunder!
Amidst various commotions, the day of Rimuru's coronation arrived.
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