The God Killer in the American Comics World

This is a long-lasting history.

To be honest, the tycoons who have achieved hegemony always have some kind of dark history when they started their business.

Sif knew nothing about this dark history that existed before she was born, but this did not mean that she lacked vision.

From the perspective of mortals, this is just a giant morgue, with each corpse resting on a white jade stone platform that looks like a coffin.

In the vision of the gods, Sif clearly saw that the aura lingering on each corpse was so concentrated that its concentration of spiritual power even exceeded that of most Asgardian centurions in active service.

Even if you don’t look at the old armor on their bodies that has turned black and is even covered with a patina, you can tell from the Asgard’s armor style that has not changed for tens of thousands of years that these undead warriors were all generals during their lifetimes!

Not to mention that directly to the west of the underground palace, a giant wolf corpse as big as a hill was lying there quietly, waiting for the master's call in deathly silence.

Ange also lamented: It is too huge, far bigger than what someone has seen in the movie. One wolf claw alone is as big as a famous Leopard 2 tank on earth. Although it is not as huge as in the myth, "it is said that when it opens its mouth, its upper and lower jaws can hold up the sky and the earth", but with this size, it is absolutely correct to say that it is a giant.

"Hiss!" Sif gasped.

For a moment, she almost wanted to draw her sword and point it at Kratos, because handing such a terrifying army into the hands of an alien god would undoubtedly be a gamble with the lives of the entire Asgardian people and soldiers. Play with fire.

But neither she nor the whole clan could afford to lose.

Interestingly, Ange sensitively noticed Sif's psychological changes. Seeing Sif subconsciously put her hand on the hilt of the sword on her waist, feeling the fleeting momentum, Ange smiled, He raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"What? Are you afraid that I will master this army of death and be harmful to Asgard?"

Ange's teasing was really cold, so cold that Sif felt as if her blood had suddenly condensed. She was indeed afraid that the next thing the other person would say would be, 'Congratulations, you guessed it right. 'What.

Her whole body was numb, and she didn't know how to answer the question.

Afraid?

She is really afraid.

Rationally, she forced herself to calm down, because the foreign god in front of her had excellent credibility and everyone believed in him.

Ange walked over with the Eternal Flame in his left hand, and gently placed his right hand on her left shoulder armor.

"Everyone knows the truth. How about we make a bet."

"What bet?" Gambling is the favorite program of the Asa Protoss. The wild protoss warriors can bet almost anything. When the other party mentioned this, Sif felt relieved.

Ange's evil smile became more obvious: "I have no intention of long-term possession of this powerful and terrifying legion that makes Asgardians feel uncomfortable. If I really use them to help you survive this crisis this time, after returning to Earth How about a date with me?"

After a brief moment of astonishment, the expression on Xif Yingwu's face was very wonderful.

There are tensions, a little anger, accidents, and a little joy.

The colorful emotions created complex expressions, and finally she laughed heartily: "Okay! It's a deal."

Ange tilted his head, winked, and then flipped his hands. The flames immediately turned into a weird green color as he flipped his hands. Sif stared at Ange, watching him slam the eternal fire in his hand onto the floor.

puff!

A ball of green flame turned into a translucent shock wave and spread out in all directions. If you looked down, you would think it was an expanding donut.

This has nothing to do with sweetness or anything.

Some are just terror, and...use!

"Crack, click, click!"

The withered bones that had been silent for countless thousands of years suddenly reacted, and the flames of the netherworld poured into their souls, awakening them from their ancient dreams.

Plenty of dust fluttered from the gaps between their rusty bones, and then they stood up in various postures unimaginable to mortals, holding broken weapons that were still full of gaps.

"Crack, click, click." Their jaws kept trembling, almost falling off their skulls. The flickering fire in their eyes and their speechless mouths express the same meaning——

Who are you? ?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The world-destroying giant wolf Fenrir also woke up from hell. It opened its big mouth that could bite the deck of a space carrier at will, revealing its ferocious fangs.

When an animal raises its fangs, it often means it is ready to attack.

At this moment, no matter how big-hearted Xif was, she still felt strongly uneasy.

Anger opened his arms high, as if he was about to embrace Fenrir in the next second. His voice echoed in the dark Temple of Death: "The powerful Death Wolf Fenrir, warriors of the Death Legion, I know You are wondering why it was not your most loyal master, Hela, the goddess of death, who awakened you."

Ange's voice silenced the undead. They expressed their anger with the sudden fire of their souls. He was also confused because his power actually came from this strange god.

Ange did not whet their appetites and announced the answer on the spot: "The reason is naturally - Hela was murdered by [The Serpent] Jormungandr!"

The words fell.

"Aww-" The huge demonic wolf let out an extremely rough roar to the sky.

"Ho ho ho ho!" Countless death warriors struggled to knock the hilts of their swords on the ground. They expressed their inner dissatisfaction and anger in the most primitive way.

For a moment, the noise that spread from the Asgard treasure house made the Asgard guards above, who were nervously evacuating the people, feel nervous.

Hogan gritted his teeth: "Stay alert, but give priority to evacuating people."

"Understood." The guards were uneasy, and many of them looked over there uncontrollably. They were very worried that before Jörmungandr came to kill them, Asgard would have to face an unexpected attack.

However, the worst case scenario they feared did not happen.

Underneath the Asgard Treasury.

"This is not a lie! When you see Jörmungandr, you will truly feel who killed Hela!" Ange faced Fenrir's eyes burning with cold anger and said seriously: " And I am an alien god who has inherited part of Hela's power. All I can give you is a chance for revenge, or you can disobey me and turn into meaningless bones again. Choose!”

The violent anger of the demon wolf Fenrir and the soldiers of the Death Legion were connected through the soul, and surged into Ange's soul.

If he were an ordinary person, it is estimated that the vanguard of this soul surge would be enough to drive him to pieces.

Fortunately, after becoming a god, his soul power also grew exponentially.

Within two minutes, the undead people calmed down.

This is……

The silence before the storm.

Reluctant obedience for revenge.