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Chapter 669
chapter 0291 part 1
Chapter 290: Odin? Fatty?
It was enveloped in scorching white lightning, its wings stirring up a massive storm, repeatedly traversing the battlefield, turning the dense Angel Army in the sky into fallen leaves tossed about by the gale, which were then reduced to nothingness by the lightning surrounding King Ghidorah.
At times, it would dive low over the battlefield, its enormous sonic boom instantly causing indiscriminate damage across the entire battlefield.
Although it deliberately avoided the faction of the Nine Realms during its flight, many Asgardian Soldier were still shaken to their knees by the tremendous sonic boom, bloodstains seeping from their ears.
Three scorching white, high-intensity light beams of lightning sprayed from its three heads. As it flapped its wings, it plowed through the Angelic Legion on the ground. In just a moment, no fewer than a hundred thousand Angel had died by its hand.
Ancient Titans, in ancient times, were worshipped by humanity and given the name of Gods. Although King Ghidorah was not a guardian Titan of Earth, it was the only being capable of competing with Godzilla, the King of the Titans.
Its appearance directly turned the tide of the battlefield under Yggdrasil.
"Is this Space Beast a helper for Asgard?"
A Frost Giant holding a spiked club smashed an Angel away with a hammer, his gaze fixed on King Ghidorah in the sky, shrouded in clouds and gale. Its immense body size, the gale and lightning stirred up by its flapping wings, made his heart tremble.
"Pass down the order! Tell our people to raise their spirit!" The Frost Giant leader pulled a Subordinate over and said this, then muttered to himself, "It seems His Majesty Laufey was right, Asgard's foundation is still there!"
"Roar!"
Just then, the Frost Giant leader suddenly heard a tiger roar coming from behind him. He spun around abruptly.
A vast, overwhelming black wind swept over from behind him. The black wind condensed into a Black Tiger hundreds of meters tall. With a single gulp from its mouth, the Angel who had passed through the Frost Giant defense line were all swept into the wind.
Behind this Black Tiger condensed from black wind, tens of thousands of Light Elves pushed the battle line back to the edge of Yggdrasil and raised their bows in unison.
"Buzz!"
"Swish!"
A dense arrow rain of gold once again appeared on the battlefield.
"Roar! Warrior of Asgard, counterattack with me!"
Thor, with scraped bloodstains on his face, didn't care where the reinforcements came from. Seeing two fierce beasts appear on the battlefield, disrupting the Angelic Legion's attack rhythm, he was excited.
He tore off the cloak from his back, swung Mjolnir, and flew up, as if pulling countless bolts of lightning from the horizon, smashing towards the countless Angel Army arrayed before Heaven's Gate.
Thor was clearly attempting a solo charge into the formation of the millions-strong Angel Army.
"Oh, my foolish Brother, is your head made entirely of muscle?"
A certain Prince wearing an antler helmet covered his face, unable to bear watching.
A barely concealed wicked smile spread across his face: "If you die on the battlefield, the Throne of Asgard will be mine!"
"Prince Thor is truly a fierce General. He dares to charge into a formation of millions. In terms of courage, I think no one in the Nine Realms can compare!"
Looking at the situation on the battlefield before Yggdrasil, Tang Song looked at Odin with a face full of admiration, as if he hadn't noticed King Odin's somewhat darkened complexion.
Slaying generals and capturing flags, charging formations – those are things done by General, by Brute. What Odin wanted was a King, a King who could succeed him and rule the Nine Realms after he entered Ragnarök.
Odin sighed in his heart, placing the golden cup in his hand on the table. Although Thor was not a qualified heir, he had no other choice now.
Whoosh, a Raven with black feathers and golden eyes flew up from a corner of the Golden Palace's eaves, traversing the sky of Asgard, and soon landed in a cluster of Asgardian architecture.
The strong scent of wine made the Raven let out a cawing sound. It flapped its wings and quickly found a drunk, collapsed Fatty among a pile of oak barrels.
"His Highness Thor! The God King needs you!"
The Raven landed on the Fatty's belly and pecked at his belly incessantly with its sharp beak. The stinging sensation finally woke the drunk and dreaming Fatty from his thunderous snoring.
He rubbed his eyes: "Is it time to pick grapes again? Hmm, I want three barrels of wine this time!"
Thor leaned against an oak barrel and sat up. First, he stared straight at the familiar sky of Asgard, his eyes filled with nostalgia and reluctant greed.
In his Universe, Asgard had turned into the ash of the Universe along with the Sword of the Balrog.
He had become a person without a home, having lost his Mother, Brother, Father, and his country.
This was also the reason he stayed in Asgard.
He didn't want his tragedy to repeat in this Universe.
The stinging on his belly cleared Thor's dazed mind. He looked down at Muninn the Raven on his belly.
"Little guy, what's the matter?"
"Caw caw! Thor, by age, you should call me Uncle!" The Raven tilted its head slightly, dissatisfied, its golden eyes full of disdain.
Thor directly reached out and rubbed the Raven's feathers, which angered the Raven into giving him a hard peck on the Palm of his hand.
"The God King needs you, something happened to Thor, no, something happened to you," the Raven shook its head, feeling its mind was a bit confused.
However, Thor understood what the Raven was trying to convey: the him of this Universe was in trouble! He looked up at the horizon, at the massive Yggdrasil that spanned the Universe, a sight he couldn't see in his Universe. It made him sigh at the strength of this Universe.
The Pym Particles and those magical magic weapons Star-Lord and Ant-Man took back should help them find that quantum entanglement Universe! Thor stood up, reached out a hand into the sky, and a Stormbreaker appeared in his hand with the sound of wind and thunder tearing through the air.
Thor, carrying Stormbreaker, was about to walk towards the Rainbow Bridge / Bifrost, but after a few steps, he stopped and stroked his face under his beard.
He turned his head and said to the Raven, "Little guy, find me a set of armor, one that covers the face!"
The Raven flew to the top of his head and gave his head a hard peck: "Call me Uncle, wait here."
Thor tightened his grip on the controller of Mjolnir. Lightning flashed on the other side of Mjolnir. He pulled a great net made of lightning, hundreds of meters wide, directly down onto the Angel Army formation before Heaven's Gate.
Thor landed on one knee, and the hundreds of meters wide lightning net instantly scattered thousands of Angel around him.
"Birdmen, come on!"
Thor rose, gripping Mjolnir. Looking around, he saw a vast expanse of white, surrounded entirely by Angel with hostile gazes. A crowd of Two-winged Angel, Four-winged Angel, and Six-winged Angel all directed cold, emotionless gazes at him. Only the sound of flapping wings and the distant sounds of battle from the battlefield could be heard, the atmosphere terrifyingly silent.
Thor, trapped in the encirclement, was not flustered in the slightest. His Younger Brother was right; at this moment, the word Brute could not fully describe Thor. Thor, whose head was entirely muscle, had no idea what fear was at this moment.
Chapter 290: Odin? Fatty?
It was enveloped in scorching white lightning, its wings stirring up a massive storm, repeatedly traversing the battlefield, turning the dense Angel Army in the sky into fallen leaves tossed about by the gale, which were then reduced to nothingness by the lightning surrounding King Ghidorah.
At times, it would dive low over the battlefield, its enormous sonic boom instantly causing indiscriminate damage across the entire battlefield.
Although it deliberately avoided the faction of the Nine Realms during its flight, many Asgardian Soldier were still shaken to their knees by the tremendous sonic boom, bloodstains seeping from their ears.
Three scorching white, high-intensity light beams of lightning sprayed from its three heads. As it flapped its wings, it plowed through the Angelic Legion on the ground. In just a moment, no fewer than a hundred thousand Angel had died by its hand.
Ancient Titans, in ancient times, were worshipped by humanity and given the name of Gods. Although King Ghidorah was not a guardian Titan of Earth, it was the only being capable of competing with Godzilla, the King of the Titans.
Its appearance directly turned the tide of the battlefield under Yggdrasil.
"Is this Space Beast a helper for Asgard?"
A Frost Giant holding a spiked club smashed an Angel away with a hammer, his gaze fixed on King Ghidorah in the sky, shrouded in clouds and gale. Its immense body size, the gale and lightning stirred up by its flapping wings, made his heart tremble.
"Pass down the order! Tell our people to raise their spirit!" The Frost Giant leader pulled a Subordinate over and said this, then muttered to himself, "It seems His Majesty Laufey was right, Asgard's foundation is still there!"
"Roar!"
Just then, the Frost Giant leader suddenly heard a tiger roar coming from behind him. He spun around abruptly.
A vast, overwhelming black wind swept over from behind him. The black wind condensed into a Black Tiger hundreds of meters tall. With a single gulp from its mouth, the Angel who had passed through the Frost Giant defense line were all swept into the wind.
Behind this Black Tiger condensed from black wind, tens of thousands of Light Elves pushed the battle line back to the edge of Yggdrasil and raised their bows in unison.
"Buzz!"
"Swish!"
A dense arrow rain of gold once again appeared on the battlefield.
"Roar! Warrior of Asgard, counterattack with me!"
Thor, with scraped bloodstains on his face, didn't care where the reinforcements came from. Seeing two fierce beasts appear on the battlefield, disrupting the Angelic Legion's attack rhythm, he was excited.
He tore off the cloak from his back, swung Mjolnir, and flew up, as if pulling countless bolts of lightning from the horizon, smashing towards the countless Angel Army arrayed before Heaven's Gate.
Thor was clearly attempting a solo charge into the formation of the millions-strong Angel Army.
"Oh, my foolish Brother, is your head made entirely of muscle?"
A certain Prince wearing an antler helmet covered his face, unable to bear watching.
A barely concealed wicked smile spread across his face: "If you die on the battlefield, the Throne of Asgard will be mine!"
"Prince Thor is truly a fierce General. He dares to charge into a formation of millions. In terms of courage, I think no one in the Nine Realms can compare!"
Looking at the situation on the battlefield before Yggdrasil, Tang Song looked at Odin with a face full of admiration, as if he hadn't noticed King Odin's somewhat darkened complexion.
Slaying generals and capturing flags, charging formations – those are things done by General, by Brute. What Odin wanted was a King, a King who could succeed him and rule the Nine Realms after he entered Ragnarök.
Odin sighed in his heart, placing the golden cup in his hand on the table. Although Thor was not a qualified heir, he had no other choice now.
Whoosh, a Raven with black feathers and golden eyes flew up from a corner of the Golden Palace's eaves, traversing the sky of Asgard, and soon landed in a cluster of Asgardian architecture.
The strong scent of wine made the Raven let out a cawing sound. It flapped its wings and quickly found a drunk, collapsed Fatty among a pile of oak barrels.
"His Highness Thor! The God King needs you!"
The Raven landed on the Fatty's belly and pecked at his belly incessantly with its sharp beak. The stinging sensation finally woke the drunk and dreaming Fatty from his thunderous snoring.
He rubbed his eyes: "Is it time to pick grapes again? Hmm, I want three barrels of wine this time!"
Thor leaned against an oak barrel and sat up. First, he stared straight at the familiar sky of Asgard, his eyes filled with nostalgia and reluctant greed.
In his Universe, Asgard had turned into the ash of the Universe along with the Sword of the Balrog.
He had become a person without a home, having lost his Mother, Brother, Father, and his country.
This was also the reason he stayed in Asgard.
He didn't want his tragedy to repeat in this Universe.
The stinging on his belly cleared Thor's dazed mind. He looked down at Muninn the Raven on his belly.
"Little guy, what's the matter?"
"Caw caw! Thor, by age, you should call me Uncle!" The Raven tilted its head slightly, dissatisfied, its golden eyes full of disdain.
Thor directly reached out and rubbed the Raven's feathers, which angered the Raven into giving him a hard peck on the Palm of his hand.
"The God King needs you, something happened to Thor, no, something happened to you," the Raven shook its head, feeling its mind was a bit confused.
However, Thor understood what the Raven was trying to convey: the him of this Universe was in trouble! He looked up at the horizon, at the massive Yggdrasil that spanned the Universe, a sight he couldn't see in his Universe. It made him sigh at the strength of this Universe.
The Pym Particles and those magical magic weapons Star-Lord and Ant-Man took back should help them find that quantum entanglement Universe! Thor stood up, reached out a hand into the sky, and a Stormbreaker appeared in his hand with the sound of wind and thunder tearing through the air.
Thor, carrying Stormbreaker, was about to walk towards the Rainbow Bridge / Bifrost, but after a few steps, he stopped and stroked his face under his beard.
He turned his head and said to the Raven, "Little guy, find me a set of armor, one that covers the face!"
The Raven flew to the top of his head and gave his head a hard peck: "Call me Uncle, wait here."
Thor tightened his grip on the controller of Mjolnir. Lightning flashed on the other side of Mjolnir. He pulled a great net made of lightning, hundreds of meters wide, directly down onto the Angel Army formation before Heaven's Gate.
Thor landed on one knee, and the hundreds of meters wide lightning net instantly scattered thousands of Angel around him.
"Birdmen, come on!"
Thor rose, gripping Mjolnir. Looking around, he saw a vast expanse of white, surrounded entirely by Angel with hostile gazes. A crowd of Two-winged Angel, Four-winged Angel, and Six-winged Angel all directed cold, emotionless gazes at him. Only the sound of flapping wings and the distant sounds of battle from the battlefield could be heard, the atmosphere terrifyingly silent.
Thor, trapped in the encirclement, was not flustered in the slightest. His Younger Brother was right; at this moment, the word Brute could not fully describe Thor. Thor, whose head was entirely muscle, had no idea what fear was at this moment.
