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Even Hela, the former princess of Asgard, had to cross the Rainbow Bridge to reach her former home.

Because strictly speaking, this is not a planet at all. Asgard, which is suspended in the void of the universe, is a floating half plane.

His secret was hidden in the soul by Odin, which means that no one other than Odin could reach Asgard by any means other than the Rainbow Bridge.

Oh, the dark elves are an exception, after all, they were also one of the main designers of the Rainbow Bridge, and it is normal to have a little secret door.

It was Odin who betrayed this coordinate.

The father of the gods sold the Asgard, which he had to protect at the expense of everything, which only showed that he was serving a greater good.

Mu Feng took over the task for him, and Kil'jaeden obediently fell for it.

Because the fraudster also firmly believes that Mu Feng's behavior is for himself.

"Perhaps only one person in the entire God's Domain knows the whereabouts of the World Tree..."

Kil'jaeden squinted his eyes, his pale green eyes gleaming with fel fire.

Looking at the contemplative and silent fraudster, Mu Feng suddenly let out a series of malicious laughs.

"Tsk tsk, if you return empty-handed this time, guess if the Dark Titan will spare you? If you leave when the legion base camp needs help the most, you deserve to die!"

Strictly speaking, this is not the first time that Kil'jaeden has done such a thing. In the original history, this great demon who was supposed to be stationed in the Legion's base camp Argus just took the legion's base with the same mind. 's main fleet jumped to Azeroth.

The name of the deceiver is like a word that mocks him on his head. He lost the fleet of the Legion's base camp and his own life, and this time...

"Don't forget, it's your permission and connivance!"

Kil'jaeden looked at Mu Feng fiercely. He knew the relationship between this guy and Rage, so he was doubly hostile and hated this guy.

"Really? But Sargeras won't punish me, but he will punish you." Mu Feng laughed

"Because he knows that he and I are partners, and you are just a servant."

In Mu Feng's unbridled ridicule, Kil'jaeden's sharp claws were embedded in his palm.

As Mu Feng said, he is just a servant of the Dark Titan. He is an important giant for the Burning Legion, but what about the Titans?

But it is a dispensable part that can be replaced at any time.

That's why he yearns for higher power, the power of the World Tree, and the same desire for promotion as that stupid Archimonde!

Because he understands that as Sargeras gets more promotions and becomes stronger in this world, his status will also become more humble.

Gears at key locations are hard-to-replace parts, but gears that can be seen everywhere are just one gear.

"So, do you have any ideas?"

Kil'jaeden let go of his hand and said in a low voice

"Frigga is different from Odin, she truly loves her people, not all of their collectives, but every Asgardian."

Mu Feng said with a smile

Kil'jaeden instantly understood what to do.

A demon like him, isn't there still less to do like this? He grinned, and immediately gave the order.

He ordered all the demons to start an area-by-area raid on Asgard's territory.

Capture all Asgardians you capture, then gather and exile their souls.

He wanted to force Frigga to come out and confront him in person.

243. Titans and Gods

Holding Thor's Hammer tightly, Thor felt as if his lungs were burning, and every breath was like pouring flames into his lungs.

No, it's not accurate to say that. It should be said that the atmosphere of this planet seems to have been burnt out, and the 'air' here has completely turned into an Asura Purgatory where fragile carbon-based life cannot survive here.

This is by no means an exaggeration. With the turbulent and dangerous flames of Taeshalak, the ultra-high temperature swept the entire Hara star, and the atmospheric environment almost quickly changed to what it is today. The environment that was originally unsuitable for biological existence has now almost become a pure elemental world like Molten Core!

And that is, in fact, far from the point of the battle.

Swish! ! ! ! !

While Thor was thinking, several Asgardian gods flew out like a baseball.

I saw Agra, who was holding Tashalak, turning a simple but beautiful swordsmanship of ancient vicissitudes, but with one sword he defeated countless gods who had studied the skills for thousands of years and defeated their subordinates. Knock out without grace.

But losing face is definitely the easiest punishment on this battlefield.

For these Asgardian gods, the failure to shatter all weapons to face Aggramar's challenge and still be an absolute failure means the end of the god's career.

Taeshalak's raging flames left indelible wounds on their bodies or souls. Once they were defeated in the duel, Taeshalak's raging and burning slashes would be on their souls and bodies. leaving indelible wounds.

Up to now, the thirty-two gods led by Thor are almost wiped out.

Their terrifying combat power, which is enough to easily brush a single civilization, is as fragile and ridiculous as a sand castle in front of the flames of Taeshalak. They claim to be the powerful power of gods, and they are so small and sad in front of the Titans.

The ancient and terrifying giant sword was gently turned, and the future of several gods could be easily harvested.

Even the strongest of them can only survive the grievous injuries caused by Taeshalak, while the weak, or those who refuse to admit defeat...

Mimir's still-burning corpse is the best textbook.

Thor's tongue only felt extremely bitter.

Are they really qualified to call themselves gods compared to Aggramar? Just like mortals facing the gods, in Aggramar's view, maybe they are just mortals...

The terrifying black stone titan that covered the sky only revealed its true form once.

Witnessing that huge figure is far more qualified to be called the creator of doomsday than the fire demon Surtur.

The son of Odin will never give up, but in the face of such an existence, the proud Thor can only feel endless despair.

But... he will never live in humiliation!

His self-esteem, his pride will not allow it, not to mention that they shoulder the hope of the entire universe, they must not retreat here!

Even if it's just for those supreme stars to delay even a moment, it's worth it!

He took a deep breath, clasped Mjolnir in his hands, and roared towards Aggrama standing proudly!

"Thor Odinson will never give in!!!!"

The surging thunder divine power was transmitted from the World Tree, and flowed in Thor's body along the rune of Rune as the carrier.

Thor has never been able to clearly feel the presence of the thunder power at any time.

It is no longer through the feeling of Thor's Hammer, but through the body, to truly experience this divine power flowing through the body, as if it stimulates the feeling of origin!

This will be the strongest blow in his life! ! !

Thor, who was shining with the light of thunder, seemed to have transformed into a huge thunder gun and stabbed at Aggramar's heart.

But Aggramar just cast a glance.

Those ancient burning eyes seemed to carry the magic power to kill the soul, but for a moment, the burning and disordered power of entropy made Thor, who was roaring and charged with the strongest blow in his life, feel dizzy.

Aggramar did not dodge or evade, and was not even interested in raising Taeshalak to resist.

He just let Thor's incarnation of the Thunder Spear pierce his heart, and let the surging thunder flow wantonly on his black stone body.

And then... he came out unscathed.

In all the desperate eyes, Thor, carrying the last hope, fell from Aggramar's chest like coke.

After all, reality is not a cartoon, and it will not give him the strength to defeat a strong enemy just because he roars.

Under the circumstance of being surrounded by thunder, Aggramar grabbed the Thor's hammer, which was very small to him.

Interesting design, ingenious ending, powerful casting technology

Aggramar thought to himself that the hammer reminded him of his brother Khaz'goroth's hammer.

Once his brother used the hammer to shape the mountains, rivers and seas of Azeroth with his own hands. For him, it was an ingenious tool.

Although this hammer does not have the power to reshape mountains and rivers, it can be said to be a good hammer.

Especially the magic attached to it, the runes that cleverly cover the entire hammer body limit the terrifying weight of the entire hammer, and can only be activated for those who do not meet the conditions of use.

Of course, Aggramar certainly does not meet the conditions, and his magic skills are terrible. However, he had no need to detour.

The left and right is nothing but the weight of a white dwarf star, which is not difficult for him.

Aggramar crushed Thor's Hammer at will.

With the turbulent energy fluctuations, this Asgardian artifact was destroyed like this.

Thor, who was the only remaining conscious, almost completely lost consciousness after the destruction of Thor's Hammer. Before he was about to fall to the ground and shattered, he was caught by the flying Carol.

Aggramar ignored Carol, or his eyes were never on these ants.

He just stood there with his sword, waiting before the great burning throne.

"How on earth can we defeat the real gods?"

Cross took the remaining Nova Corps soldiers and looked desperately at the Black Rock Titan standing proudly

Beside her, the Yellow Lantern Corps, which brings fear to all things, has also fallen into an unstoppable collapse. There is only endless fear in the eyes of the ancient god.

If the Asgardians were nothing but powerful aliens to them, then Aggramar was the real god!

They form an army that can swept the endless demons on Hara and defeat the countless evil and terrifying dark machines.

But in the face of Aggramar, with just one person and one sword, they would no longer be able to get even half a step closer to the evil throne.

They, and perhaps the fate of the universe, will end here...

At the moment when almost everyone fell into despair, only one person still carried the last glimmer of hope.

Loki could barely control his excited and frightened hands, trembling like a patient with epilepsy.

In this desperate situation, he will be the one who changes everything!

Loki shivered even more as Carol brought Thor, who was almost charred to the ground, in front of him.

He couldn't tell whether the trembling was from anger, or fear, or excitement?

All calculations are meaningless when Thor is seen almost dead.

"Get out of the way, human!!!"

Loki pushed Carol away viciously and put his hand on Thor's chest, which was almost scorched, and he could even make a little murmur.

"Use your magic to save him, Loki!!!!" Sif cried out in a shrill and desperate voice

"Shut up, stupid woman!" Loki repelled the female warriors of Asgard in a stern, even majestic voice he had never seen before.

"Thor...Brother, I still have a last resort, maybe I can let you deal with that big guy."

He looked at Thor, who had only his last breath left, and said as gently as possible.

"But if it fails you will die on the spot, or worse. And if it succeeds...I can't be sure of the outcome!"

"..." Thor's head nodded slightly

"Then treat it as if you agreed!!!" Loki cut open his hands violently, letting the blood flow on Thor's body

His expression became extremely painful, his skin became icy blue, his figure began to grow larger, and the magic of Asgard over the years was drawn out of him.

He is gradually turning from a half-Asgardian back to a frost giant!

But after taking away the magic power accumulated over thousands of years, what he wants to activate is a powerful magic technique that he has stolen!

No, that shouldn't even be called magic, it's not a spell, it's just a... prank from another Loki.

"A long, long time ago..." Loki told an ancient story in a low voice

"The reckless Thor hung himself upside down from a tree for seven days and seven nights, and traded an eye for the power of a rune..."

...

Odin closed his eyes as the blood of the first Asgardians spewed down the severed head.

The palm of his hand holding the Sword of Dawn trembled slightly, and his hunched posture was like that of an old man on the verge of death.

Heimdall started to get a little restless. His eyes could see everything that happened in the Nine Realms, so what happened in Asgard could not be hidden from his eyes at all.

Even if he wanted to look away, even if he wanted to close his ears, nothing that happened in Asgard could escape his senses.

Finally, Heimdall couldn't help but want to rush over, but found that his feet were as motionless as they were stuck in a quagmire.

"I won't interfere with your plans!"

Heimdall looked at Odin, who was trembling silently, and couldn't help but said in a low but sarcastic tone.