Marvel With Zanpakuto - Chapter 699
At this moment, Thor had surpassed Father!
The Storm Axe, which was forged from a star as the core, was now completely unleashed.
The destructive thunder and lightning burst out with a dazzling light, as if it was responding to the arrival of a new generation of Godly Monarchs. Thor was covered in a multi-colored light that was tens of thousands of meters long, and swung the axe blade with a destructive force.
Boom!
No one can stop the blow that surpasses the Heavenly Father!
A vast wave of air swept up into the sky with a heaven-shaking roar, and the giant axe in the thunder and light split apart along with the entire warship.
However, this was only the beginning. After the giant axe split open the warship, its strength did not decrease in the slightest. The violent and shaking atmosphere and space were directly torn apart. It even plowed out a canyon on the ground of half of Asgard, and then divided the entire sea in the distance into two halves.
No…No!!!
“Just one more step and we can revive!”
Amidst the rising flames and the violent lightning, Malekith died with his ambition.
Without any room to struggle, the remaining hundreds of dark elves and the warship that symbolized the glorious era turned into a burning ruin and fell to the ground, exploding.
The hope of the dark elves fell into Thor’s hands.
After experiencing the process of great joy and great sorrow, it was just that the outcome had come too quickly, so that no one had been able to react.
“No!!”
Seeing this scene, Algrim let out a desperate roar.
The last leader of their clan, Malekith, had actually died just like that, and all the remaining clansmen had been buried along with him.
“It’s over. It’s over.”
The Rocket Raccoon hid in a corner. After witnessing the entire process, it said in despair, “It’s all over. The past has been changed!”
The death of the leader of the dark elves means that everything that follows will never happen again, whether it is the Great War in London, the death of Thor’s mother Frigg, or even the existence of ether particles, all will change!
In the past, it had been changed!
Thor, the initiator of all this, was about to turn his eyes to the murderer who killed his mother.
Algrim, the only remaining cursed warrior of the dark elves,
His scarlet eyes were filled with endless rage, colliding with Thor’s line of sight from afar. The space seemed to shake violently as if it had been hit by something heavy.
The hatred of killing the mother and the hatred of the slaughtered clan!
The two opposing parties were in the same mood at this moment, and they charged at each other with anger.
“As long as I kill him, my mother will be able to live!” This was the only thought in Thor’s mind. All other concerns and thoughts were now thrown to the back of his mind. He could only kill Algrim.
“I’m going to kill you, Thor!”
Rage was like a catalyst, causing the fragments of aether particles to become active. It gave Algrim even stronger power. He roared like a berserk dragon, causing the palace floor to collapse. A tyrannical figure leaped into the sky and charged at Thor.
The two of them charged at each other like meteors, crashing into each other hundreds of meters in the air.
The air that collided with each other let out a series of explosions. It was like a huge destructive vortex that wanted to pull the air around the palace into it. Everything that touched the core area was crushed at this moment.
Even the people who were more than a hundred meters away could feel how strong the impact of both sides was.
The gusts of wind that swept over forcibly lifted the ground. Countless people were knocked away by this force. The outer walls of the immortal palace issued a cry of unable to bear the burden, and pieces of boulders were pulled down by the impact of the impact.
The merciless killing was crueler than any battlefield.
The hatred between each other had long been unable to be adjusted. Only the thought of killing each other supported the two people to fight crazily.
But it was just a collision, and Algrim was knocked into the air hundreds of meters, and after collapsing several walls of the Asgard, before he got up and regained his posture, he was punched by the rushing Thor into the ground.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The entire immortal palace shook violently, letting out loud groans.
Thor was like a crazy devil, waving his calloused fists, pouring down on Arnhem like a storm, regardless of the fresh blood splashing on his cheeks and eyes.
Algrim had no power to fight back, screaming and being brutally beaten by Thor.
The two of them fought their way into Odin’s Silver Hall from the highest level room in the Immortal Palace.
In front of the supreme throne, they were like wild beasts biting each other. Relying on the only advantage of vitality being strong, Algrim was barely able to fight back.
But as time passed, the situation seemed to change a little.
Algrim, who had been getting beaten up, noticed that the power from Thor’s fist was weakening. From the beginning, every punch could almost kill him. Now, even after several punches landed on his body, it was not painful or itchy.
Although he was not sure what had happened, he realized that it was time for him to counterattack!
Algrim roared and pushed Thor away with both arms. His eyes were ferocious and his hair stood on end. The fragments of aether particles turned into a steady stream of power and punched heavily at Thor’s face.
Thor, who was pushed away by surprise, was directly punched in the face. His nose bone instantly collapsed and blood scattered.
It worked! This guy, he really became weak!
Algrim was instantly excited. He rushed up and swung his fists like rain.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Thor didn’t even have time to catch his breath before he was punched more than ten times.
Even with the outstanding physique of the Asgardians, which was as hard as steel, they could not withstand the attack of Algrim. There were more than a dozen deep fist marks left on his chest and abdomen. Countless ribs and chest bones were broken, and fresh blood flowed out of his ears.
Thor’s legs were stuck in the ground and he stopped retreating. He reached out to summon the Storm Axe.
However, Algrim, who knew the power of the axe, did not give him the chance at all. He rushed forward and punched again, bringing with him a fierce and strong smell of blood that filled the entire silver hall.
Thor, who could not find an opportunity, could only punch again.
Rumble!
The Silver Hall shook once more, and dense cracks covered the ground.
Thor took the punch head-on, and his entire body was drenched in blood. However, Algrim did not know that he was hurt. He roared and charged at him again. The two of them once again began to punch each other.
At this moment, there was no longer any technique to speak of in the battle.
The only belief that supports each other is the indelible hatred in the chest.
One punch, one punch, one punch.
No one knew how many punches they had thrown, but they just repeated the mechanical movements.
The blood that spilled out spilled all over the surroundings, filling every crack. The air was filled with bright red blood energy, as if silently telling how terrible the battle was.
After exchanging over a hundred blows, the two of them finally came to a stop.
Algrim’s armor shattered into pieces, revealing his original dark elf form. However, he looked more like a blood elf at this moment. His black skin was almost covered in blood, and there were cracks in the scarlet lines that slowly squirmed.
Meanwhile, Thor was like a candle in the wind, his breath weak and almost inaudible.
“You lost. Thor!”
Algrim was bathed in blood, like a demon crawling out of a pool of blood. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at him. “I will kill you and avenge our clan!”
Why?
His strength had suddenly weakened so much?
The things in front of Thor’s eyes became unreal, and he still didn’t understand what happened.
Ever since he destroyed Malekith, the leader of the dark elves, his strength has been declining exponentially, and now he has become even worse than when he was a child, and the frailty is not as good as a young child in Asgard.
“Go to hell, Thor!”
Algrim roared as he rushed over, his palm stabbing towards Thor’s heart like a sword.
Am I going to die?
Thor’s eyelids drooped, and sticky blood dripped down. At this moment, he did not even have the strength to move a step.
However, at this moment!
A person suddenly appeared in the magic wave and blocked between Thor and Algrim.
Puchi -!
Bright red blood rolled down like a plate of jade beads, blossoming into petals on the ground.
The sure-kill attack of Algrim Spear pierced through the chest of the woman in splendid clothes and finally stopped in front of Thor’s chest, held tightly by two hands.
Looking at the woman in splendid clothes, Thor suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning. His stiff lips squirmed, “Mother… Mother”
The person who had blocked the fatal blow for Thor was Thor’s mother, the Queen of Heaven, Frigga.
The change of fate circled around, and in the end, it returned to the right track.
Frigga, who died at the hands of Algrim, died at the hands of Algrim in another form.
The person who had tried to change his fate had suffered the most merciless ridicule.
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