One of the culprits of the destruction of the world in Norse mythology, Fenrir, the wolf of destruction In mythology, this evil wolf who swallowed flames, blocked the swords of the gods with his hard fur, and slammed into the Musou mowing grass all the way, opening his bloody mouth, and his indestructible sharp teeth pierced Odin's breastplate in one bite, biting him to death.
But this is not a myth, it is a lack of funds, and it is a scientific and reasonable Marvel world.
The tickets are all special effects and big names, so I can't give it too many green screens if I am wronged by Fenrir Fenrir was as arrogant as he appeared, restlessly stepping on his front paws, slashing the bright floor of the hall into pieces.
After scanning the crowd, the green wolf eyes locked on the Hulk, who in his perception was the most threatening of those present.
"Whoa, oh, oh" A wolf roared, and a shocking killing intent spread, and a tragic aura lingered in the center of the main hall.
"Roar" Not to be outdone, Fenrir's provocation made him angry, and the remaining sanity was instantly squeezed out of the line by his friend's anger, exuding ferocious wildness, and striding towards Fenrir.
The dialogue of the beast is extremely simple, the two guys roar at each other for a long time, and it can be summed up in two words. dry dry In the eyes of the two groups of people who looked at each other like hell, the Hulk and Fenrir lost control at the same time, accelerating out of their own lines.
In the next second, two beasts collided in mid-air, and in slow motion, the tense muscle lines perfectly interpreted the aesthetics of violence in motion. rumble The Savage Behemoth charged and collided, and the violent shock wave expanded and spread, squeezing the air out of the air after exploding instantly, creating a vacuum.
The sudden explosion of the wind staggered with an astonishing impact, pressing terrifying cobweb cracks on the ground in an instant.
The Asgardian warriors and undead soldiers were so shocked that they fled as if they were far away, and Thor cursed and the Hulk ran away.
The Hulk pressed his hands against Fenrir's jaws, and on his bent arms, his muscles swelled and thickened, and his muscles bulged like thin snakes.
With a roar, he flipped Fenrir to the ground with a flick of his arms, and pressed his wolf head to a brainless hammer.
Boom, boom, boom The roar of a piling machine set off earthquake-like fluctuations, cracks cracked in the solid walls of the palace, and large quantities of bricks and limestone fell from the dome.
Fenrir was in pain and fierce, and stood up against the Hulk, his thick tail sweeping through the air and hitting the Hulk.
The latter, like a cannonball, flew out fiercely, knocking down several columns in a row.
Fenrir let out a low, beastly roar and sprang out on all fours towards the Hulk, fangs and fangs gripped his upper body, dragging his way down against the pillars and walls.
The building of the palace was torn to pieces like papier-mâché to the rough-skinned beasts.
The Hulk smashed his fist wildly on Fenrir's wolf's head, Fenrir was in pain, his upper and lower jaws tightened hard, and the sharp canine teeth pierced the Hulk's skin, embedded deep in the bones until they were stuck in the bone.
A large amount of green blood was left along the wolf's kiss, and the Hulk screamed, but soon, the pain was replaced by anger.
Hulk put his feet on the ground, stopped the momentum of being dragged away, and burst out with brute force, raising his arms to Fenrir, who was many times larger than him, and slammed it on the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall.
Fenrir sprang to his feet, and bit down on the Hulk with wild ferocity.
At this time, the Hulk's strength began to rise because of his anger, and the most intuitive thing was his size, which skyrocketed to four meters tall.
Facing the rushing Fenrir, he strode forward, and every time he landed, the ground rumbled loudly, leaving deep footprints.
Fenrir roared back, and the hurricane swept through, blowing up countless dust.
Before it could charge, the Hulk jumped high, pressed the wolf's head to the ground with one hand, turned over and rode on the wolf's back, and another chaotic fist blasted the hammer.
There are no moves or routines, the Hulk frantically vents the huge power in his body, the muscles of the punctuation protrude, twisted into a ball, and the explosive power continues to output, recklessly destroying everything in sight.
Because of the rampage of the two fierce beasts, a group of people had to evacuate the main hall and start a decisive battle in the square.
In general, the army of the undead has an absolute advantage in numbers, and the victory is greater, but the Asgardian side has several strong helpers, and they will not fall behind in a heads-up group battle.
Thor looked at the palace hall that had existed for a long time before he was born with teary eyes, crumbling and collapsing, not to mention how distressed he was.
And he also has the same pain on his face, the goddess of death has long regarded Asgard as her territory, and her house has been demolished, but it is still the most valuable one, and she scolded Fenrir in her heart.
The siblings looked at each other in tacit understanding, and with a cold snort, Thor waved his thunderbolt-enwined fist and flew up in the air to pounce on Hela.
In the face of a rain of swords, a power grid was struck and melted down.
Hela was close to Thor and held a sharp blade with one hand, and her superb fighting skills crushed him and struck him.
The furious thunder and lightning roamed over her, and she couldn't even stop her, and in Asgard, her personality was always stronger than the other party.
Thor was slashed to the ground by a sword, and the lazy donkey rolled around to dodge the oncoming blade, picked up the long sword on the ground, and got up and slashed at Hela's head.
Hela's head snapped off in response, and she smiled indifferently, returning to her original state in an instant, infinite magic being her most solid backing.
In the face of Thor's stabbing sword, he did not dodge or dodge, but still stabbed it into the heart, and then in Thor's stunned gaze, he grabbed his neck and lifted it up.
"It's too weak, just by what qualifications you have to be the king of Asgard" Hela stared at Thor's flushed face, and when she saw the unyielding in those stubborn eyes, she glared back coldly, and raised her hand to stab Thor in one eye with a sword.
Hela deliberately, she mistook Thor for Odin and stabbed Thor in one eye to give her more revenge.
Thor was pinched and almost out of oxygen, and with the last bit of strength, he pulled out the sword stuck in Hela's heart, raised a kick in her chest, and took a few steps back.
As a result, he tripped over the corpse under his feet, and one of them stumbled and fell on his back.
Thor clutched his throat and coughed twice, one-eyed vision obscured by shadows, and upon closer inspection, Duke had come to him at some point.
Duke looked at Thor condescendingly: "You wake up, cough, cough, you're blind again" Thor laughed miserably and got up, as a proud warrior, he was beaten in the battle for the throne, which made him unable to speak.
Duke raised his hand to take out Thor's broken eyeball, created another one for him, and then stopped Thor who wanted to continue to fight: "As long as you are in Asgard, Hela's power is infinite, you can't beat her, replace me" Thor was unwilling, but the situation in front of him could not help him to be willful, nodded vigorously at Duke, and turned to kill the undead army.
Heimdall's soldiers are under siege, and loyal warriors fall at every turn, where he is needed even more.
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However, after cutting down several undead soldiers, Thor looked at the near-infinite undead catastrophe and exhaled a deep breath of weak turbidity.
Looking at Duke and Hela, who were facing each other in the field, he no longer hesitated, fought his way out, and strode towards Odin's treasury.
No one noticed Thor's movements, after all, one person on the battlefield was too small.
"Nice looks, you're the strongest helper Thor has ever found" Hela was holding a long sword with a fierce and decisive gaze.
"That's right, Thor's offer I can't refuse."
"I like your honesty, unlike them who are full of benevolence and morality, in fact, one is more hypocritical than the other, you and Thor are not all the way, how about it, do you want to turn to work for me, the price Thor gave you, I will give it to you tenfold."
Hela takes a fancy to the combat power of Duke and the others, and is ready to recruit them to work for her.
It is true that Hela is the god of death, but power and conquest also fascinate her, and in the war to conquer the Nine Realms, in addition to the army of the undead, she needs more pawns to expand her territory.
Duke chuckled and shook his head, and on the glove of his right hand, the alchemy rune lit up, and a long sword that sharpened iron like clay was instantly refined, and he held it tightly in his hand.
"Since you have chosen death, then I will grant you death" The conceited Hela sneered, she never gave a second chance to the guy who didn't know the times.
Woohoo woo blah Hela stood still, her magically condensed sword poking out of the void behind her and striking a covering blow in Duke's direction.
This kind of extremely compelling move, Duke has also seen in other worlds, the King's Treasure and the Infinite Sword System have the same effect, but unfortunately it is too slow.
Thundered Blades rained down from the sky, slaughtering Duke's place into a place of death.
The dust cleared, and Hela's sneering face froze, and Duke stood in place intact, with a sharp blade stuck into the ground, forming a circle around him, as if deliberately avoiding him
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