Chapter 610 Viking God of Thunder
Frigga....still dead.
Although in a different form, the end result is still the same.
In the future, Thor tried his best to restore the past, but he did not expect that it would become the past that he had personally brought about. In the apparently silent Silver Hall, at this moment, he could clearly hear the mocking sound of fate.
The sound of ridicule was so loud and harsh.
Don't you want to save Frigga?
Don’t you want to redeem the past?
Don't you want to change your destiny?
Even if you are a towering thunder god in the eyes of mortals, you are just a puppet in front of fate.
Destiny is everywhere, like an invisible hand.
He grasped his heart fiercely, tightened his throat tightly, and squeezed out hope bit by bit, leaving only despair.
For a few seconds, Thor really imagined that he could change the past and destiny.
But now, those thoughts are gone.
In this bruised body, there were only two emotions left: despair and anger.
crackling......
The still silent thunder and lightning appeared, pulsing violently on Thor's body.
Suddenly, the entire atmosphere of Asgard seemed to be trembling with fear of some kind of creature. The rolling dark clouds in the sky roared and surged in, accompanied by a heavy pressure.
"This killing intent...!!!"
Algorim felt a terrifying chill, and his entire spine was as stiff as freezing.
A torn fist suddenly appeared in the flashing thunder and hit his chest hard. It contained huge power of anger, shattering the hard bones in an instant, and blood burst out like a fountain.
Wow——
Algorim flew backwards like a cannonball and stopped after breaking several pillars.
It was just a punch, but he felt as if his whole body had been run over by a battleship, and every inch of his bones and flesh was wailing.
No...Thor's power returned?
Algorim reluctantly opened his eyes covered with blood and saw a figure staggering towards him.
Thor was not walking very fast, and he was not even walking steadily. His broken body was swaying from side to side, as if he would fall down in the next second, but with every step he took, a heavy sound echoed throughout the Silver Hall.
"Kill...kill you..."
"Algorim...I'm going to kill you...Kill! You!!!!"
The air that had just flowed suddenly became stagnant.
In those eyes that were beating with thunder, there was no mercy at this time, only endless violence and cold murderous intent.
Algorim, who was lying in the ruins, looked at those eyes for a moment, his whole back was radiating coldness, and a trembling feeling from his soul spread, as if he was facing a... Crazy beast!
And now, this beast is out of the cage!
Rumble——! ! !
Thor's right foot fell down as if it was light but was actually heavy, and a terrifying movement like an earthquake erupted.
His whole body was like a cannonball, ejected at a speed that was beyond the ability of Algorim's naked eyes to capture. The extremely violent force shattered layers of sound barriers and exploded dozens of clearly visible aura rings. There is absolutely no lag in the transition from extremely quiet to extremely dynamic.
Algorim jumped up from the ground, spread out his arms and charged up a punch.
boom!
The moment the fists collided, a roar pierced through the rocks and clouds.
The powerful force set off billowing winds, violently raging in this supreme hall, and the gravel was directly crushed into powder.
The bones continued to make wails and explosions, and Algorim's entire right arm was blown into bloody foam. The severe pain made the cursed warrior scream and retreat.
But how could Thor, who was determined to kill, let him go so easily?
The previously lost power returned at this time. After the death of Queen Frigga, fate once again favored him. The endless divine power filled his body, and with the blessing of anger, he once again pushed him to a level beyond the Father. A realm of terror.
boom!
Another punch full of murderous intent and anger hit Algorim hard in the abdomen.
The organs, as well as the flesh and bones on the right side of the abdomen, were blown to pieces under this punch, and sprayed out for more than a hundred meters.
"Ahhhh——"
The miserable roar of pain echoed in the vast hall.
Even though the ether particle fragments are powerful, giving Algorim strong vitality and can even repair fatal injuries, the destructive power of Thor's fists filled with anger and murderous intent far exceeds his repair speed.
Before the injuries on his right arm and shoulder could recover, a hole was punched through his abdomen.
When Algorim's mind was in confusion, another shadow appeared in front of his eyes. It was Thor's furious fist that had arrived!
Bang bang bang bang bang bang...
The dull collision of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the hall.
Every punch from Thor was filled with killing intent, as if an endless storm was falling continuously on Algorim.
Ten punches, a hundred punches, a thousand punches...
Algorim, who was beaten wildly by Thor's fists, knew until now why Thor didn't kill him with a battle ax.
This man...
I want to use my fists to beat him to death!
Although the ether particles are still repairing the body, it has now become a torture to him, because Thor, the God of Thunder, has now become a complete madman when he was furious.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"
“Ahhhhhh——!!!!”
Thor's roar of despair and anger resounded in the sky above Asgard.
The gorgeous silver hall that used to symbolize the center of power in the nine realms has now been reduced to a dilapidated ruins. Even the throne has become dilapidated. There is a pit about tens of meters deep, covered with broken meat and The blood-soaked Thor breathed as loudly as a wild bull.
As for Algorim, no human form can be seen anymore.
A pool of slightly squirming minced meat seemed to be silently telling the inhumane treatment it had received.
How painful is it to be beaten to death with a fist?
The answer to this answer may only be known to Algorim, but unfortunately he has no way to tell others.
After enduring thousands of punches from the furious Thor, this cursed warrior of the dark elf clan finally couldn't bear the painful torture, and chose to give up thinking, completely turning into a puddle of squirming flesh.
After losing the control of subjective consciousness, the fragments of ether particles turned into fly ash.
And that slowly squirming piece of flesh, without the energy of the ether particles, finally got its wish and died.
The last warrior of the dark elves, Algorim, was brutally killed by Thor with both fists.
Thor, who was extremely tired, walked step by step to Frigga's side with heavy steps. The eight-foot tall man could no longer control himself and fell to his knees heavily on the ground, with tears dripping down his blood-covered cheeks.
He got his revenge, but he also lost.
Those who try to change their destiny are fooled by fate.
That fat bastard Thor...is he such a scary guy? !
Rocket Raccoon watched this scene in horror, not daring to go up and talk to Thor, for fear that the God of Death would hammer him into a pulp as well.
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Finthalil Palace.
A powerful magic barrier protects the palace and blocks all movement from the outside world.
Jane, who knew nothing about what happened outside, was waiting in fear in the room for Thor and Frigga to return.
But at this moment, a black evil light slowly appeared.
I saw the leader of the dark elves, Malekith, who was supposed to be dead, actually walked out of the black evil light. Without saying a word, he raised his hand to seal Jane's mouth, then grabbed her throat and put her into the black halo. .
The guards who heard the movement in the room rushed in, but only saw the leaving figures of Malekith and Jane.
