One of the culprits of the destruction of the world in Nordic mythology, Fenrier, the Wolf of Destruction!

In mythology, this evil wolf that swallowed and spitted flames blocked the swords of the gods with its hard fur, rammed into the unparalleled mow grass, opened its bloody mouth, and pierced Odin's breastplate with invincible sharp teeth, biting him to death.

But this is not a myth, it is not enough funding... Ahem, it is a scientific and reasonable Marvel World. All tickets are made for special effects, so I have invited big names, so I feel wronged that Fenriel can't give it too many green screens!

As soon as Fenriel appeared, he was extremely arrogant, stepped restlessly on his front paws, and cut the bright ground of the hall into pieces. After the green wolf eyes scanned the crowd, he locked the Hulk in his eyes. In his perception, the Hulk was the most threatening one among the people present.

"Roar oh oh oh oh—"

A wolf roared, and a shocking murderous intent filled the hall, and a tragic aura lingered in the center of the hall.

"roar"

The Hulk was not willing to be outdone. Fenriel's provocation made him angry. The remaining reason was instantly squeezed out by his friend's anger. He exuded a fierce wildness all over his body, and rushed towards Fenriel.

The conversation between the beast is extremely simple. The two guys yelled at each other for a long time, and to sum it up, it was just two words.

Dry?

Dry!

In the eyes of the two groups of people who were terrified, the Hulk and Fenriel lost control at the same time and accelerated to rush out of their own front. The next second, two beasts collided in mid-air. In slow motion, the tight muscle lines perfectly interpreted the aesthetics of violence in the movement.

boom!!

The wild beasts charged and collided, and the violent shock wave expanded and spread. After instantly erupted, the air was squeezed out, creating a vacuum zone. The sudden explosion of wind carried an astonishing impact force and interlaced with terrifying spider web cracks on the ground in an instant.

The Asgard warriors and the undead soldiers were shocked and they were overturned. They escaped from a distance as if they were running away. Thor cursed inwardly, and the Hulk ran away.

The Hulk pressed Fenrier's upper and lower jaws with both hands. On his bent arms, his muscles expanded and thickened, and the blue veins raised like thin snakes. After a roar, he swung his arms and overturned Fenrier to the ground. Pressing his wolf head was a brainless hammer.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The pile driver roared like an earthquake, causing earthquake-like fluctuations. The strong walls of the palace cracked thin cracks, and a large number of bricks, tiles and greystone fell from the dome.

Fenriel was in pain and was very fierce. He stood up against the Hulk, and his thick tail swept through the air and hit the Hulk. The latter flew out like a cannonball, smashing several pillars in a row.

Fenriel let out a roar of a beast, and his limbs spread out and rushed towards the Hulk. His fangs and sharp teeth clamped his upper body, dragging them all the way to the pillars and walls. The palace buildings were like paper-paste for the two wild beasts with thick skin and flesh, tearing them into pieces.

The Hulk swung his fist and hit Fenriel's wolf head wildly. Fenriel suffered a lot of pain, tightened his upper and lower jaws, and his sharp canine teeth pierced the Hulk's skin, embedded deeply until his bones were stuck.

A large amount of green blood was left along the wolf kiss, and the Hulk cried bitterly, but soon the pain was replaced by anger. The Hulk stepped on the ground with his feet to stop being dragged, and his brute force exploded. He raised his arms many times bigger than him, and fell heavily to the ground with a fall over his shoulder.

Fenriel quickly got up, aimed at the Hulk and bit it down.

At this time, the Hulk began to rise due to anger. The most intuitive thing was his size, which soared to four meters tall. Facing Fenriel, who was rushing forward, he took a big step forward, and every time he landed, it made the ground rumble, leaving deep footprints.

Fenrier roared back, and the hurricane swept through and blew up countless dust. Before it could charge, the Hulk jumped high, pressed the wolf's head with one hand and pressed it on the ground, turned over and rode on the wolf's back, and another chaotic fist blasted hammer.

There are no moves or routines. The Hulk crazily vents the huge power in his body. The twisted muscles are ridges and twisted into a ball. The explosive power continues to output, destroying everything in sight without any consequences.

Because the two ferocious beasts ran away, a group of people had to evacuate the hall and launch a decisive battle in the square. In general, the number of the undead army has an absolute advantage and a greater victory. However, Asgard's side has several powerful helpers, and they will not lose the upper hand in the fight against the group.

Thor looked at the palace hall that had existed for a long time before he was born. He was shaking and blocking, not to mention how distressed he felt. Hela was also with a look of pain on his face. The goddess of death had long regarded Asgard as her territory. Her house had been demolished and was still the most valuable one. She scolded Fenriel in her heart.

The brother and brother looked at each other tacitly, and snorted coldly. Thor waved his fist wrapped around lightning and flew up in the air toward Hela. Facing the rain of swords that shot in, he shot out a grid and melted it.

Hela was approached by Thor, and she held a sharp blade with one hand. Her superb fighting skills pressed Thor in a crushing posture. The violent lightning swayed on her body, and she couldn't even block her. In Asgard, her character was always stronger than the other party.

Thor was chopped to the ground with a sword. The lazy donkey rolled over to avoid the sharp blade that was coming towards him. He picked up the long sword on the ground, got up and slashed on Hela's forehead.

Hela's head broke with a sound. She smiled without caring and instantly returned to its original state. The infinite magic power was her most solid backing. Facing the long sword stabbed by Thor, she did not dodge or avoid it, and she stabbed into her heart. Then, in Thor's shocked gaze, she pinched his neck and lifted it up.

"It's too weak, what qualifications do you have to be the king of Asgard?" Hela stared at Thor's red face. Seeing the unyielding in the stubborn eyes, she glared back coldly, raised her hand and stabbed Thor in one of her eyes with a sword.

Hela deliberately used Thor as Odin, blinding Thor's eyes, making her feel more thrilled of revenge.

Thor was pinched to the point of lack of oxygen. He used his last little strength to pull out the long sword inserted into Hela's heart, lifted up and kicked her in the chest, and took a few steps back. As a result, his feet were tripped by the corpse and he staggered and fell.

Thor coughed twice while covering his throat, his one-eyed gaze was covered by the shadows. After a closer look, Duke came to him at some point.

Duke looked down at Thor: "You wake up...ahem, you're blind again!"

Thor laughed and got up. As a proud warrior, he was beaten in the battle for the throne, which made him difficult to speak of.

Duke raised his hand to take out Thor's broken eyeball, and created another one for him, and then stopped Thor who wanted to continue to fight desperately: "As long as he is in Asgard, Hela's power is infinite. You can't beat her, so let me do it!"

Thor was unwilling to accept it, but the situation in front of him could not help but be willful. He nodded hard at Duke and turned to the undead legion. The soldiers brought by Heimdal were surrounded, and loyal soldiers fell down at every moment, so he was even more needed.

However, after cutting over several undead soldiers, Thor looked at the nearly endless undead natural disaster and deeply exhaled a breath of weak turbid air. After seeing Duke and Hela confronted the field, he no longer hesitated, fought out a bloody path, and ran towards Odin's treasure house with great strides.

No one noticed Thor's abnormal movements, after all, it was too small to be alone on the battlefield.

"Good look, are you the strongest helper Thor has found?" Haila held a long sword with a fierce and decisive look.

"Yes, the price offered by Thor made me unable to refuse."

"I like your honesty, unlike their words of benevolence, righteousness and morality, which is actually more hypocritical! You and Thor are not the same as each other. How about it? Should you turn to serve me? I will give you ten times the price Thor gives you."

Hela took a fancy to the combat power of Duke and others and was ready to recruit them to serve him. Hela is the god of death, but power and conquest also fascinated her. In the war to conquer the Nine Realms, in addition to the army of undead, she also needed more pawns to expand her territory.

Duke chuckled and shook his head. On the glove in his right hand, the alchemy rune lit up. A long sword that was cut into iron like mud was instantly refined, and he held it tightly in his hand.

"Since you have chosen to die, I will give you death!" The conceited Hela grinned. She never gave a second chance to the guy who was ignorant of the current affairs.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Hela remained motionless, and the magical sword poked out from the void behind her, exerting a cover blow to Duke's direction. Duke had also seen this extremely impressive move in other worlds. The King's Wealth Treasure and the Infinite Sword System all have the same skills, but unfortunately... it was too slow.

Rumble!

The sharp blades poured down the sky, slaughtering Duke's place into a land of death with terrifying murderous intent.

As the dust disappeared, Hela's sneered face stagnated, and Duke stood intact, with sharp blades inserted on the ground, forming a circle around him, as if he had deliberately avoided him.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!