Chapter 440 Life, slight movement on the throne
Flame and golden dragon.
Snowstorm and giant white wolf.
The moment the battle begins.
Let the beings in the universe feel a palpitation in their hearts.
Gao Tianzun is preparing for the arena, and thanks to the speed of time, he has completed a lot of work.
Just when he was about to continue to debate whether to add Thor's avatar to the arena, he seemed to realize that he had missed one of the most exciting battles in the universe.
That feeling made him worry about gain and loss.
The purple sweet potato spirit, who was far away in the universe and headed towards the Xandar star, woke up from his sleep.
His subordinate Wu Muhou asked doubtfully: "Master?"
Thanos looked into the distance.
As a being cursed with knowledge, he can always see more.
But at that moment, he was a little confused.
Ragnarok, which should have appeared, seems to be disappearing.
The death of the Sorcerer Supreme, the passing of Odin.
Various signs tell me that the land where many gems have appeared has lost all its guardians.
But why does that feeling of danger appear?
Thanos asked: "How long until it arrives?"
"We're about to arrive."
Looking at that prosperous and bright planet, the people there had no idea that a disaster was about to come.
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Asgard's desire to survive gives John a layer of armor.
The sword, which was more than 10,000 meters long, cut through the wind and snow and landed in the void.
The crumbling Golden Palace was instantly shattered.
Then golden flames evaporated rivers and lakes, which were filled with wind and snow.
In the eyes of the golden dragon, the white wolf bared its fangs at him.
Magic, symbolizing time and fire, weakens the White Wolf.
Although the White Wolf is destiny, it does not transcend time.
Time in forbidden magic can cause significant damage to it.
The fight between the giants caused the sky in Asgard to change continuously.
Sometimes it's night, sometimes it's day.
Fire rained down from the sky, and ice and snow fell.
at last.
Golden blood spilled.
Let the land of Asgard be filled with life in an instant.
But hoarfrost quickly took away these vitality.
John's broken scales were repaired, he raised the Sword of Twilight in his hand, and stabbed the white wolf in the waist.
"Copper-headed iron-tailed tofu kidney, well, it seems you don't belong to the category of wolf."
John saw the white wolf alive and kicking, but the damage caused by the Sword of Twilight was not eliminated.
This made John understand that the collision of fates can also cause rifts.
Just after he swung his sword again and injured White Wolf, the Sword of Twilight suddenly changed.
I don't know when the Sword of Twilight took on the same appearance as the Crown of Surtur.
Surtur's voice sounded from the sword.
"I said, the great flame giant will never die..."
Halfway through his words, Surtur suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He was caught.
No, to be precise, it was the Sword of Twilight that was caught.
As the master of this sword, Surtur found that he had become a part of the sword.
"No, how could this happen!"
Surtur roared angrily.
John raised his left hand to slap the sword.
"Shut up!"
The sword just now grazed the white wolf's claws, and John couldn't help but attack directly.
Surtur was stunned.
As a fire giant, Surtur brought destruction to Asgard.
When did you encounter such treatment?
He was so angry that he wanted to crush the reptile to death with one hand.
Unfortunately, nothing can be done.
John said harshly to him, "Don't let me off the hook, I'm taking revenge on you!"
revenge?
Surtur looked and saw the white wolf rushing towards him.
And the damn thief blocked this attack with just himself.
"I will use you to pierce the enemy's body." John stretched out his hand to grab the white wolf's neck and threw it to the ground. "Use your full strength to stake the pride of the ruler of Muspelheim!"
Hearing John's words, plus he was indeed killed by a white wolf before.
Surtur didn't think about how he turned into a sword.
John whispered in the prophecy of the dragon, "I am the dragon of fire."
The eternal fire climbed up along the blade, which made Surtur, whose power came from the eternal fire, particularly comfortable.
I even want to scream loudly.
But John ignored him and plunged his sword into the white wolf's neck head-on.
He grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and twisted it.
Let the sword move further towards the white wolf's body.
The white wolf roared, struggling to stand up as its fur was torn.
A bite landed on John's scales.
Golden blood splashed, and John slapped the white wolf away with his backhand.
But the frost has spread.
John opened the ancient winter coffin very ruthlessly.
All the frost was absorbed by the ancient winter coffin.
Asgard's desire to survive accelerated John's recovery.
John is now fully stacked with buffs, which is enough to deal with a Cold Wolf Era of Snow who logs in from a different place and has no backer.
Where the scales fell, Asgard silently absorbed them.
John didn't pay attention to it. The dragon stood on two feet, turned around, and flew the white wolf away with flames covering the entire Asgard.
His wings flashed, carrying fire and light, grabbing the white wolf and flying towards the universe.
His target is a star.
Use all your strength to throw the white wolf over.
Then, he held the Sword of Twilight in both hands.
Falling in the direction of the white wolf's impact like a meteor.
The sword was completely submerged into the white wolf's body, and he did not stop.
Break the sword in your hand with all your strength.
"What are you going to do?" Surtur noticed something was wrong.
John suddenly smiled, and the golden dragon's body shrank rapidly.
The combat power was superior to that of the 10,000-meter giant sword, and he threw out a bottle containing Stephens' blood.
He clapped his hands together, not caring that the broken remains of the bottle stuck into his palms.
With John as the center, a magic circle appeared covering the huge star.
John's pupils shrank into vertical pupils, and all the chaotic particles condensed at this moment.
A sudden contraction was injected into the Sword of Twilight.
John's right hand was covered with silver, and his left hand drew out the wand.
"All things come to an end!"
Dense spider web-like marks appeared on the sword.
Golden light emerged from inside.
Surtur sensed something was wrong, "No! How dare you deceive me!"
"I didn't lie to you," John said calmly, "I never said that."
When Surtel thought about it carefully, he discovered to his dismay that in the few words John had said to him, he had not spared his content at all.
The white wolf also noticed something, its body was shrinking.
John grinned, "It's over."
It would be rude to let you run away after stacking up all the buffs.
The Sword of Twilight could no longer hold up.
The sword exploded, turned into fragments, and then turned into light.
The white wolf's body was penetrated by these dense streams of light.
Destiny collides with fate, causing the white wolf's skin to disappear.
The star could no longer hold up, collapsed from the inside, and finally turned into a meteorite in the universe.
In the empty universe, the drifting snow finally disappeared.
John looked at the fragments embedded in his palm, pulled them out one by one, and murmured to himself: "It seems like there was a lot of blood loss."
He flew towards Asgard.
Asgard is being destroyed in purgatory, heading towards the former paradise.
Golden light falls from the sky.
The scattered golden scales have completely integrated with the earth.
When John came here, new shoots were already growing under his feet.
The palace destroyed by the flame giant is still dilapidated, but it is covered with the greenery it deserves.
When Hela saw John coming back, her expression was a little complicated.
"Finally, I still need your help."
John said casually: "I never hesitate to help my friends."
But Hela suddenly asked, "Just friends?"
John thought for a while, how he could show his humility and tell the truth well.
So he said humbly: "I am also quite generous to my people."
I don’t know why, but Hela, who was still smiling just now, lost her smile.
After John thought carefully, he suddenly realized.
"It turns out that it's the pride of being a king." He thought to himself, "As expected, kings are not willing to help others."
In this regard, he could only say that the king should have allies.
But it’s inappropriate to talk about this now.
He looked at Asgard, which had lost its people, and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"What should I do?" Hela showed the pride that belongs to the goddess of death and said, "I will rebuild Asgard here."
"My Asgard."
Thor took away all the Asgardians.
That doesn't matter. As far as Hela is concerned, people who are not loyal to themselves are not worthy of being subjects.
"John, are you willing to rebuild this place with me?" Hela suddenly looked directly at John.
John shook his head and said: "As a king, I also need to be responsible for my country."
Hela paused. John did not see her expression and said, "You said you would appear in my country with the proudest attitude."
John looked at her and said seriously: "I am waiting for the Lord of Asgard to become a visitor to the magical kingdom."
Hela smiled, looked into John's eyes and said, "How should I have a straightforward conversation with you so that you can understand that you have rejected the invitation of the most arrogant goddess in the universe?"
"Because my friend Hela, she is the queen." John also smiled, "When you come to the atrium, I will personally greet you."
"Use the etiquette of a king, the attitude of a friend, and respect for the strong."
John said, suddenly his face turned pale.
He held his abdomen for a moment, and Hela saw something was wrong.
"Is it an injury?"
"It's not from this time." John frowned, "The scars left by Emperor Lionheart in my body."
As the most powerful of the variants John encountered in head-to-head combat, Lionheart's sword remained in John's body.
Even John will be affected to some extent.
Also, John spilled a little too much blood.
He looked at the scales formed together with the earth, with confusion in his eyes.
What is Asgard doing?
It seems like there is life under the scales.
A life born from his own blood and scales?
The life that was born as a witness to the battle of fate is destined to be an existence that will make the universe fearful.
The giant wolf Fenris sensed the gestation of life, walked to the scales, turned around and lay down.
It is looking forward to the birth of this life and injecting new life into the barren Asgard.
The scales will determine its power, and the blood will make it immortal.
The life conceived in Asgard is bathed in the blood of Ragnarok, bathed in fate and the blood of the Witch King.
This would give it a name that subverts the gods.
Hela saw something strange about Fenris. She came over and reached out to touch the scales.
Feeling the life, she smiled and slowly said a name.
"Jormungandr."
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Magical country.
Magic Tower.
When destiny clashes to determine the outcome, the sleeping person seems to feel something at this moment.
White light enveloped the land of the magical kingdom.
In that dazzling light.
Slight, subtle, as if it had never happened before.
The fingers moved.
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