Dark Savages Come To the United States

New Asgard.

It's not all smooth sailing for the place right now.

Thor and Hella had already arrived at this place, and the person standing in front of them was Tyre.

Tyr held the Son of Odin in his hand, and Mjölnir was on the ground to one side.

"Brother, I'm here."

Thor stood upright, with a butcher's cleaver hanging from his waist, and a smile on his face.

Tyr nodded silently, then stretched out his hand and opened up a somewhat strange field.

This thing was not something that Tyr could master, but as Diablo's choice of the Skyhammer Venerable, the quality of the fear he presented was too good.

Diablo didn't mind giving something that was insignificant to him.

"Hella, I didn't expect you to stand opposite me. I thought we would never meet before you or I died of old age."

Tyr's one-arm muscles bulged, and he slammed the hammer of Odin's son to the ground.

A piece of thunder splashed in all directions.

"This thing is much easier to use than Thor's Hammer, have you seen Thor!"

Tyler growled loudly.

The residents of Asgard were in a daze at this moment, like ordinary people who had stayed up for several nights.

Wan like a walking dead.

They won't be in this fight.

Tyre was sure.

Being constantly instilled with fear, they have become puppets of fear.

At this time, Tyre was the most powerful among the Venerable Sky Hammers.

Against at least one Thor, he's pretty sure.

"That's our brother!"

Thor took a big step forward, growling at Tyre.

The power of the legendary hammer Son of Odin is purer than his Thor, more like a Thor.

At this time, being held by Tyr in his hand and wielded according to the usage of a warhammer was a bit intolerable for Thor.

Odin and Frigga have disappeared from Thor's world, and the hammer brother may be his most tangled existence.

Strange brother, that is also a brother.

"You said, Brother Hammer is the one?"

Hela's face was ugly, as if she had eaten a fly.

While she doesn't mind kicking Odin with the utmost malice, giving birth to a hammer is a bit beyond imagination.

Odin is not Zeus, his aesthetics are similar to human beings, and cannot cross species.

As for Zeus's cross-species aesthetics, it's as outrageous as those giant dragons.

for example.

They can tell the prettiest pig from a herd of pigs, and the handsomest ants from a nest of ants.

This ability is somewhat scary.

"Yes, sister. I want to rescue our brother now, instead of watching him being simply used as a weapon by Tyr."

Thor said so.

Somewhat outrageous.

A hammer can be used to drive nails without being used as a weapon, but it is strange to treat it like a brother.

Even Bulkelso wouldn't do anything else with a weapon.

No matter what the Son of Odin is, it is also a legendary warhammer!

"It seems that you are very confident. Then come on, I will watch."

As Hela said this, she crossed her arms and walked aside.

Save Asgard?

Hella didn't have this idea.

She just recognized Thor as her younger brother now, and those walking dead guys are just the past.

"Hey Mjolnir, long time no see."

Hela beckoned to Mjolnir on the side, and the hammer flew over like a bird throwing itself into a forest.

This hammer is Hela's old buddy. Now that there is no need to be hostile or follow Thor's will, Mjolnir is naturally controlled by Hela.

With a bang, the two heavy weapons completed their first collision, and Thor took a few steps back.

His eyes seemed to be on fire.

"I have learned a lot of new things, now, be careful! Tyr!"

Thor roared, and chopped Tyre's head with the heavy knife in his hand.

There was a flash of fire on the blade.

There was also a roar from the monster's soul that was the butcher, and the smell of some meat being roasted.

Slam, a basic skill.

But at least this is more powerful than ordinary attacks.

Anyway, this is also a skill that incorporates anger, enough for Thor to measure the strength of the person opposite him a little bit.

"cut!"

Tier came up from one side with a heavy hammer in one arm, his movements were ugly.

But the lightning flashing above the Son of Odin still made this blow much more powerful.

Hela curled her lips aside, Till was still the same.

For such a long time, not much has changed in the way of fighting.

Maybe it's because of the missing arm?

Anyway, Tire didn't have any extra hands to take out another weapon to fight.

Hela turned her attention to those dazed Asgardians, seeming a little amused.

So she allocated a little bit of strength to explore the situation of those guys.

After all, there is a wife arranged by Odin for Thor in it, and Hela, as the older sister, still plans to observe it.

Then, Hela let out a sharp cry!

Those Asgardians have been used as sacrifices to Diablo at this time, and those fears are constantly born and sent to Diablo's side.

Hella touched Diablo!

"Did you do that? That would be great!"

Tyr said with a cruel smile.

A calculation that is not a calculation.

Whether Hela will have enough curiosity is the key to whether this accident can happen.

Compared with the Son of Odin, a legendary weapon that would constantly burn Tyr's palm, he still prefers the sky hammer called the Destroyer!

"what have you done!"

Thor held a heavy weapon in front of him, ready to stop Tyre's actions at any time.

He only has one younger brother and one older sister, and now Tyr is a monster!

Thor's strong sense of responsibility prompted him to make such an action.

"Your hammer brother, next, only we will fight!"

Tyr threw Odin's son to Thor's feet with a wave of his hand, his eyes were dark.

The voice trembled a little.

Destroyers are not merciful to their hosts.

The essence of this thing is to constantly use fear to destroy one of the holders, and then manipulate the host to become a puppet when needed.

The current Tyr is a complete demon!

"ha!"

Thor let out a battle roar at the top of his voice, and raised the heavy knife above his head, completely indifferent to whether Tyr would take advantage of this opportunity to give him a ruthless blow!

There is no need to think about these.

There's something like that in Thor's lessons from the barbarians.

The anger will rise more violently when they are attacked. As long as they don't die under this blow, the injury can make their next blow stronger!

"Aw!"

The butcher's roar and Thor's roar complement each other!

The heavy knife hit the ground directly from a long distance away!

Then, landslides and ground cracks!

Slashing the ground and roaring the earth!

All the evil anger will be released under this blow, and it can also bring more powerful damage!

Inflict intense damage without even smashing your weapon on your enemy's forehead!

Tyr drew out the uncontrollable body of the Destroyer and rushed out!

Diablo is no match for Bulkelso.

But he can't deal with Bulkasso and can't he deal with a Thor?

Feeling the anger of that ground-splitting slash, Diablo thought of Volusk.

Both thumps have a similar smell.

That's why he ignored whether Tyre's body could withstand this kind of strength and charged forward!

"Die! Die! Die!"

Hela on the side kept chanting, her body shaking and swishing like sifting chaff.

Diablo's emotions are not something ordinary people can bear.

This action also exposed Diablo's aura to the observation of the barbarians!

It's just that now, they can't spare their hands!

...

Mount Harrogath!

The moment Diablo controlled Tire with his own power, Bulkelso felt that power!

There is still Thor over there, and Bulkelso can easily tear open a portal and appear there.

Then follow the stench from Diablo all the way back.

Only now, he couldn't move his hands.

"Sonya!"

Burkasso roared angrily and broke away from Leko's arm.

The Wrath of the Wasteland suit, the wasteland suit, which he rarely wears on his body, is known as the legend created by the first generation of ancestors.

It was just the right words to be used to save Sonya at this time.

Sonya still has the shadow of the power of the first generation of ancestors in her body.

That was the arm of the first ancestor that was integrated into the body after being helped by Nazebo!

"leave me alone!"

Sonya recovered from the brink of death.

But consciousness is still in that chaos.

All I could think about was refusing Bulkelso's treatment!

So her hand landed heavily on Bulkelso's chest!

When facing barbarians, it sometimes takes some strength to refuse.

Sonya, who just started to recover, couldn't push Bulkeso away.

"It's not time for you to be damned! You idiot!"

Burkasso roared indifferently, and the blood and gem crystals in the jar all seeped into Sonya's body.

Immediately afterwards, it was the god's wilderness suit!

"The first ancestor was a bastard, but he didn't dare to appear in front of me! Now, Sonya! In the name of the Immortal King, I ask you to live!"

Bulkelso roared, and the wasteland suits on his body flew away from his body one by one, and flew towards Sonya's head.

The original legend passed on will always find the next successor.

Bulkelso is strong enough, now it's Sonya's turn to become stronger.

Not far away, Rorschach spread his wings of light, and slowly landed on the ground with his hood on.

He holds the Hammer of Judgment in his hand, not the Feather's Glory that belongs to the Archangel of Justice Tyrael.

After obtaining the personality of the Archangel of Justice, he seems to be a little different, more like a trial.

Rorschach wanted to pay Bulkelso some help as a small thank you.

It's just that in the current situation, he can't intervene.

Fortunately, he can now tear open a portal.

There is Diablo's aura over there. As a newborn archangel, facing one of Diablo's dolls, it is still possible to track down the location of the Dread Demon God by the way.

Justice within one's power is always better than justice above.

Anyway, Rorschach has been doing this for a long time.

He came from a humble background, so he was never superior.

Because of suspicion, he put on a mask to follow justice.

Now, he is justice.

How many will not dare to guarantee the follow-up.

It depends on how much the stupid author can write.

I have been feeling a little uncomfortable in the past few days, so I can only say that I try my best to write more.

Thank you gentlemen readers.