Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

One of the culprits who destroyed the world in Norse mythology, the wolf who destroyed the world—Fenrir!

In the mythology, this wolf that breathed out flames blocked the swords of the gods with its hard fur, ran across Wushuang's mowing grass all the way, opened its bloody mouth, and pierced Odin's breastplate with its indestructible sharp teeth , and killed it alive.

But it's not a myth here, it's a lack of funds... Ahem, it's a scientific and reasonable Marvel world. The tickets are all made of special effects, and big names are invited, so feel sorry for Fenrir, you can’t give it too many green screens!

As soon as Fenrir appeared on the stage, he was extremely arrogant, stepping on his front paws restlessly, cutting the bright ground of the hall into pieces. After scanning the crowd with green wolf eyes, he fixed his eyes on the Hulk. In his perception, the Hulk was the most threatening one among the people present.

"Hoooohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

With a howl of a wolf, a shocking killing intent permeated the air, and a tragic aura lingered in the center of the hall.

"Roar----"

The Hulk was not to be outdone, Fenrir's provocation made him burst into anger, and his remaining sanity was instantly squeezed out by his friend's anger, exuding ferocious wildness, and strode towards Fenrir.

The beast's dialogue was extremely simple. The two guys yelled at each other for a long time, and it was summed up in two words.

Dry?

Dry!

In the eyes of the two groups of people who have seen a ghost, the Hulk and Fenrir lost control at the same time, accelerating out of their own battle lines. In the next second, the two beasts collided in mid-air. Under slow motion, the tense muscle lines perfectly interpreted the aesthetics of violence in motion.

boom! !

The savage behemoths charge and collide, the violent shock wave expands and spreads, and after an instant burst, the air is squeezed out, creating a vacuum. The sudden gust of wind crisscrossed with astonishing impact force, pressing out terrifying spider web cracks on the ground in an instant.

The Asgardian warriors and the undead soldiers were so shaken that they fled far away, and Thor cursed secretly, and the Hulk went berserk.

The Hulk held Fenrir's upper and lower jaws with both hands. On the bent arms, the muscles swelled and thickened, and the blue veins protruded like thin snakes. After a roar, he swung his arms and knocked Fenrir to the ground. Pressing his wolf head was a brainless hammer.

boom! boom! boom!

The roar of a pile driver set off earthquake-like fluctuations, cracks cracked the solid walls of the palace, and a large number of bricks, tiles and gray stones fell from the dome.

Fenrir suffered from the pain and became fierce. He stood up against the Hulk, and his thick tail swept through the air and hit the Hulk. The latter flew out fiercely like a cannonball, knocking down several pillars in a row.

Fenrir let out a low-pitched roar of a beast, and rushed towards the Hulk with four limbs. His fangs and teeth clamped his upper body, and he dragged and hit the pillars and walls all the way. To the two rough-skinned and thick-skinned beasts, the buildings of the royal palace were torn into pieces like paper.

The Hulk smashed Fenrir's wolf head wildly with his fists. Fenrir was in pain, his upper and lower jaws tightened forcefully, and the sharp canine teeth pierced the Hulk's skin, deeply embedded until the bones were stuck.

A large amount of green blood was left along the wolf's kiss, and the Hulk let out a scream, but soon, this pain was replaced by anger. The Hulk stepped on the ground with both feet, stopped the momentum of being dragged, burst out with brute force, raised Fenrir, who was many times bigger than him, with his arms, and fell heavily on the ground with an over shoulder.

Fenrir quickly got up, aimed at the Hulk and bit down wildly.

At this time, the Hulk's strength began to rise because of his anger. The most intuitive thing was his size, which skyrocketed to a height of four meters. Facing the rushing Fenrir, he stepped forward with big strides, and every time he landed, the ground rumbled loudly, leaving deep footprints one by one.

Fenrir roared back, and the hurricane swept across, blowing up countless dust. Before it could charge, the Hulk leaped high, pressed the wolf's head to the ground with one hand, turned over and rode on the wolf's back, and punched and hammered again.

Without any moves or routines, the Hulk crazily vented the huge power in his body. His gnarled muscles protruded and twisted into a ball, and the explosive power continued to output, recklessly destroying everything in sight.

Because of the rampage of the two ferocious beasts, a group of people had to evacuate the hall and start a decisive battle in the square. Generally speaking, the undead army has an absolute advantage in numbers, and the chances of victory are greater, but Asgard has several powerful helpers, and it is not a disadvantage in single-handed and group battles.

Thor looked tearfully at the palace hall that had existed for a long time before he was born, crumbling and collapsed, not to mention how distressed he was. Hela had the same painful face as him. The goddess of death had long regarded Asgard as her territory. Her house was demolished, but it was still the most valuable one. Fenrir scolded Fenrir in her heart. Shower.

The siblings looked at each other in tacit understanding, and Qiqi snorted coldly. Thor waved his lightning-wrapped fist and flew into the air towards Hela. Facing the sword rain coming from the lasing, hit a grid and melt it.

Hela was approached by Thor, and held out a sharp blade with one hand. Her superb fighting skills pressed Thor in a crushing posture. The violent thunder and lightning roamed over her, and she couldn't even stop her. In Asgard, her personality is always stronger than the opponent.

Thor was knocked to the ground by a sword, the lazy donkey rolled to avoid the oncoming sharp knife, picked up the long sword on the ground, got up and slashed on Hela's forehead.

Hela's head horns snapped off, she smiled indifferently, and instantly returned to her original state. Infinite magic power was her most solid backing. Facing the long sword stabbed by Thor, he did not dodge or evade, still piercing his heart, and then, under Thor's astonished gaze, grabbed his neck and lifted it up.

"It's too weak, so what qualifications do you have to become the king of Asgard?" Hela stared at Thor's flushed face, saw the unyielding in those stubborn eyes, stared back coldly, raised her hand The sword blinds Thor in one eye.

Hella did it on purpose. She took Thor as Odin and blinded one of Thor's eyes, which made her feel more revengeful.

Thor was pinched to the point of lack of oxygen, and with the last bit of strength, he drew out the long sword stuck in Hela's heart, kicked her in the chest with his foot, and took a few steps back. As a result, the corpse was caught under his feet, and he staggered and fell on his back.

Thor held his throat and coughed twice, his one-eyed vision was covered by shadows, and after a closer look, Duke came to him at some point.

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

Thor got up with a miserable smile. As a proud warrior, he was beaten in the battle for the throne, which made it difficult for him to speak.

Duke raised his hand to take out Thor's broken eyeball, rebuilt one for him, and then stopped Thor who wanted to continue desperately: "As long as you are in Asgard, Hela's power is infinite. You can't match her. If you change her Let me do it!"

Thor was unwilling, but the situation in front of him couldn't help him to be self-willed. He nodded vigorously towards Duke, turned around and killed the undead army. The soldiers brought by Heimdall were under siege, and loyal soldiers fell every moment, and he was needed more there.

However, after cutting down a few undead soldiers, Thor looked at the almost endless undead natural disasters, and let out a deep breath of powerless turbidity. Looking at Duke and Hela who were facing each other in the arena again, they stopped hesitating and made a bloody path, striding towards Odin's treasure house.

No one noticed Thor's change, after all, a person on the battlefield is too small.

"Good eyes, are you the strongest helper Thor has found?" Hela held a long sword upside down, her eyes were fierce and decisive.

"That's right, I can't refuse Thor's offer."

"I like your frankness, unlike their benevolence and morality, in fact, one is more hypocritical than the other! You and Thor are not the same way, how about it, do you want to work for me instead? Thor's price for you, I will double it ten times for you."

Hela took a fancy to the combat power of Duke and others, and prepared to recruit them to work for him. It is true that Hela is the God of Death, but she is also fascinated by power and conquest. In the war to conquer the Nine Realms, in addition to the army of undead, she also needs more pawns to expand her territory.

Duke chuckled and shook his head. On the glove of his right hand, the alchemy runes lit up, and a long sword that cut iron like mud was forged in an instant, and he held it tightly in his hand.

"Since you have chosen death, I will grant you death!" The conceited Hela grinned. She never gave a second chance to those who didn't know the current affairs.

call out! call out! call out! call out----

Hela didn't move in place, and the long sword with condensed magic power protruded from the void behind her, facing Duke's direction, and carried out a covering blow. Duke has seen this kind of powerful move in other worlds before. The King's Treasure and Infinity Sword have the same effect, but it's a pity...it's too slow.

Rumble!

Sharp blades poured down all over the sky, with terrifying murderous intent, slaughtering the place where Duke was in a place of death.

When the dust cleared, Hela's sneering face froze, and Duke stood there intact, with sharp knives stuck on the ground, forming a circle around him, as if deliberately avoiding him.