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

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

His secret was hidden in his soul by Odin, which means that no one except Odin can reach Asgard by other means 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. It is normal to master some secret doors.

It was Odin who betrayed this coordinate.

The Father of the Gods has since sold Asgard, which he was willing to sacrifice everything to protect, so this can only mean that he is serving a greater good.

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

Because the fraudster also firmly believed that Mu Feng's behavior was for himself.

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

Kil'jaeden narrowed his eyes, his pale green eyes filled with evil fire.

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

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, if you come back empty-handed this time, do you think the Dark Titan will spare you? You deserve to die for leaving the legion base camp when it needs help the most!"

Strictly speaking, this is not the first time Kil'jaeden has done something like this. In the original history, this big demon who was supposed to be stationed in Argus, the Legion's headquarters, took the Legion's headquarters with him as if he had lost his mind. The main fleet jumped to Azeroth.

The name of the Deceiver was like a word mocking him. He gave away the fleet at the legion 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 Fury, so he doubled his hostility and hatred for this guy.

"Really? But Sargeras won't punish me, but he will punish you." Mufeng mocked

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

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

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

It's just a dispensable part that can be replaced at any time.

That's why he longs for a more noble power, the power of the World Tree, and longs for promotion just like that stupid Archimonde!

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

Gears in key parts are parts that are difficult to replace, but gears that can be seen everywhere are just gears.

"So, do you have any advice?"

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

"Frigga is different from Odin. She truly loves her people, not all of them collectively, but every Asgardian."

Mu Feng said with a smile.

Kil'jaeden instantly understood what to do.

Does a devil like him do such a thing too often? He smiled ferociously and immediately gave the order.

He ordered all the demons to start raiding Asgard's territory area by area.

Capture all captured Asgardians and gather them together to exile their souls.

He wanted to force Frigga to confront him in person.

243. Titans and Gods

Holding Mjolnir tightly, Thor felt as if his lungs were burning, and every breath seemed to be filled with fire to smoke out his lungs.

No, that is not accurate. It should be said that the atmosphere of this planet seems to have been burned 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 Tesarak, ultra-high temperatures swept across the entire Hala star, quickly changing the atmospheric environment to what it is today. The environment that was originally unsuitable for biological existence has now almost become a pure elemental world like the molten core!

And this is actually far from the focus of the battle.

Uh-huh! ! ! ! !

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

I saw Agram holding Tesarak in his hand, turning a simple but ancient swordsmanship that gave people a sense of ancient vicissitudes. However, with one sword, he defeated countless gods who had studied the art for thousands of years and their subordinates. They had no sense of beauty and no trace of them. Knock out gracelessly.

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

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

The raging flames of Taysalak left indelible wounds on their bodies or souls. Once they fell into a disadvantage in the duel, Taysalak's surging and burning slashes would leave indelible wounds on their souls and bodies. Leaving behind indelible serious injuries.

So far, the thirty-two gods led by Thor have almost been wiped out.

Their terrifying combat power, which is enough to easily wipe out a civilization alone, is as fragile and ridiculous as a sandcastle in front of the flames of Tesarak. Their powerful power, which they claim to be gods, is so small and pathetic in front of the Titans.

The ancient and terrifying giant sword can easily harvest the futures of several gods with a slight turn.

Even the strongest among them can only survive the serious injuries inflicted by Taysalak, while the weak, or those who refuse to admit defeat...

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

Thor's tongue felt extremely bitter.

Compared with Aggramar, do they really have the right to call themselves gods? Just like mortals facing gods, in Aggramar's view, maybe they are just mortals...

The terrifying black stone Titan that blocked the sky and sun only revealed its true form once. The raging and burning giant swept across a huge cosmic fleet with a giant sword.

Witnessing that huge figure, it was a being who was far more qualified to be called the creator of the doomsday than the fire demon Surtur.

The son of Odin would never give up, but in the face of such an existence, the proud God of Thunder could only feel endless despair.

But...he will never live in humiliation!

His self-esteem and pride would not allow it, not to mention that they shouldered the hope of the entire universe, and they must not retreat here!

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

He took a deep breath, held Mjolnir tightly in his hand, and roared towards Aggramar, which stood proudly!

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

The surging divine power of thunder is transmitted from the World Tree, flowing through the runes in Thor's body along the runes.

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

It is no longer through the feeling of Mjolnir, but with the body, to truly experience the divine power flowing through the body, as if it stimulates the original feeling!

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

Thor, shining with the light of thunder, seemed to transform into a huge thunder spear, piercing Aggramar's heart.

But Aggramar only cast a glance.

Those ancient burning eyes seemed to carry the soul-killing magic power. In just a moment, the burning and disordered power of entropy made Thor, who roared and charged and delivered the most powerful blow in his life, feel dizzy.

Aggramar didn't dodge, and he didn't even have the interest to lift Tesarak to resist.

He just allowed the thunder spear transformed by Thor to pierce his heart, and let the raging thunder flow freely on his black stone body.

And then...he was unscathed.

Under all the desperate eyes, Thor, who carried the last hope, fell from Aggramar's chest like a charcoal.

After all, reality is not a cartoon, and it will not give him the power to defeat powerful enemies just because he yells.

And with Thunder wrapped around him, Aggramar easily grabbed the Thor's Hammer, which was incomparably small to him.

Interesting design, exquisite finishing method, powerful casting technology

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

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

Although this hammer does not have the power to reshape mountains and rivers, it can still 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 will only be activated against those who do not meet the conditions for use.

Of course, Aggramar certainly didn't meet the requirements, and his magic skills were terrible. However, there was no need for him to take a detour.

It's just the weight of a white dwarf star, so it's no difficulty for him.

Aggramar casually crushed Mjolnir.

Along with the raging energy fluctuations, this one of the most valuable artifacts in Asgard was destroyed in one fell swoop.

Thor, who was only conscious, almost completely lost consciousness after Thor's hammer was destroyed. Before he was about to fall to the ground and shatter into pieces, he was barely caught by Carol who flew over.

Aggramar ignored Carol, or in other words, his eyes never paid attention to these ants.

He just stood with his sword standing, waiting in front of the huge burning throne.

"How on earth can we defeat a true god?"

Cross took the remaining Nova Legion soldiers and looked at the proudly standing Black Stone Titan in despair.

Beside her, the Yellow Lantern Corps, which brought 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 can only be regarded as powerful foreigners to them, then Aggramar is the real god!

They form an army that can sweep away the endless demons on Hala and defeat the countless evil and terrifying dark machines.

But facing Aggramar, with just one person and one sword, they could no longer get even half a step closer to the evil throne.

For them, perhaps the fate of the universe will come to an end here...

When almost everyone is in despair, only one person still holds on to the last glimmer of hope.

Loki could barely control his excited and frightened hands, which were shaking like an epileptic patient.

In this desperate situation, he will be the one to change everything!

When Carol brought the almost charred Thor in front of him, Loki's trembling became even more severe.

He couldn't tell whether this trembling was due to anger, fear, or excitement?

When he saw Thor who was almost dead, all his calculations were meaningless.

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

Loki pushed Carol away fiercely, and put his hand on the almost burnt chest of Thor, and he could even make some murmuring sounds.

"Use your magic to save him, Loki!!!!" Sif screamed piercingly and desperately.

"Shut up, stupid woman!" Loki used an unprecedentedly stern, even majestic voice to repel the female warriors of the Immortal Palace.

"Thor...brother, I have one last resort, which may allow you to deal with that big guy."

He looked at Thor who was left with only his last breath, and said in as gentle a tone as possible

"But if you fail, you will die on the spot, or worse. And if you succeed... I can't guarantee the outcome!"

"..." Thor nodded slightly.

"Then I'll take it as your consent!!!" Loki suddenly cut his hands and let the blood flow on Thor's body.

His expression became extremely painful, his skin turned icy blue, his body began to grow in size, and the magic of Asgard over the years was drawn out of his body.

He's gradually transforming from half-Asgardian back into a frost giant!

But after taking away the magic power accumulated over thousands of years, what he wanted to activate was a powerful magic technique that he had secretly learned!

No, that shouldn't even be called magic, nor a spell. It was just a...prank from another Loki.

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

"The reckless God of Thunder hung himself upside down on a tree for seven days and seven nights, and exchanged an eye for the power of the rune..."

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Odin closed his eyes as the blood of the first Asgardians spurted out from the severed head.

The palm of his hand holding the Sword of Dawn trembled slightly, and his rickety posture was like that of a dying old man.

Heimdall began to become a little restless. His eyes could see everything that happened in the nine realms, so everything that happened in Asgard could not be hidden from his eyes.

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 wanted to rush over, but found that his feet were motionless as if they were stuck in a mire.

"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.