Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 699

Frigga.....still dead.

Although in a different form, the end result is the same.

Future Thor tried his full strength to restore the past, but didn't expect instead to be facilitated by him. It was obviously silent in the silver hall, but at this moment he clearly heard the fate. of laughter.

The sound of ridicule was so loud, so harsh.

Aren't you trying to save Frigga?

Don't you want to save the past?

Don't you want to change your destiny?

Even if you are the God of Thunder who is aloof and remote in the eyes of mortals, but in the face of fate you are just a puppet that's all.

The fate of everywhere is like an invisible hand.

Fiercely clutching his heart, he squeezed his throat tightly, squeezing out hope little by little, and the only thing left was despair.

For a few seconds, Thor really fantasized that he could change his past and his destiny.

But now, those thoughts are gone.

In this body covered all over with cuts and bruises, there are only two emotions left, despair and anger.

Crackling...

The still silent thunderbolt appeared, violently throbbing on Thor's body.

Suddenly the entire atmosphere of Asgard seemed to be releasing the trembling of fear of some kind of creature, and the dark clouds roared and roared in the sky, accompanied by a heavy pressure grandiose.

"This killing intent...!!!"

Algrim felt a terrifying chill, freezing his entire spine.

A fist with torn skin and gaping flesh, which appeared in the flashing thunder, slammed into his chest fiercely, which contained the great power of anger, and shattered the hard bones in an instant , the blood burst out like a fountain.

Wow——

Algrim flew backwards like a cannonball, fiercely smashed several pillars and stopped.

It's just a punch that's all, but he feels like he's been run over by a warship, and every inch of bones and flesh is wailing.

No...Thor's powers restored?

Algrim barely opened his blood-covered eyes to see a wobbly silhouette approaching him.

Thor's walking is not fast, not even stable, his broken body swaying from side to side, as if he will fall down in the next second, but as each step falls, the whole silver hall echoes Heavy sound.

"Kill...kill you..."

"Algrim...I'm going to kill you..." .Kill! It! You!!!"

The air that had just flowed became stagnant in an instant.

In those eyes beating thunder, there is no mercy at this time, only endless tyranny and dreary killing intent.

The moment Algrim, who was lying in the ruins, stared into those eyes, the whole back was emitting cold air, and the trembling feeling from soul spread out, as if he was facing a... ....Losing Beast!

And now, this beast is out!

Boom! ! !

Thor's right foot fell lightly, and a terrifying sound like an earthquake erupted.

I saw his whole being like an unloaded cannonball, ejected at a speed that surpassed the capture of Algrim's naked eye, and the violent force smashed through layers of sound barriers and exploded dozens of clear lines. The visible gas ring, the transition from extremely static to extremely dynamic, has no hysteresis at all.

Algrim bounces off the ground, spreading his arms and delivering a punch.

bang!

The moment the fists collided, the rumbling sound broke through the stone and the cloud.

The strong force set off a raging wind, raging violently in this Supreme hall, and the gravel was directly crushed into powder.

The bones let out a series of wailing explosions, and Algrim's entire right arm was directly blown into blood.

How could Thor, whose killing intent has been resolved, let him go so easily?

The power that was previously lost is now back, and after Queen Frigga's death, fate favors him again, the endless divíne power fills the body, and under the buff of rage pushes him again, pushing him To the horror realm beyond Heavenly Father.

Bang!

Another punch full of killing intent and fury, fiercely slammed into Algrim's stomach.

The organs, along with the entire right abdomen's flesh and bones, were blasted to shreds under this fist, and sprayed out more than a hundred meters.

"Ahhh ——"

The tragic roar of pain echoed in the vast hall.

Even though Aether's shards are powerful, giving Algrim an exuberant life force, and can even repair fatal damage, Thor's fist full of rage and killing intent, destructive power far surpasses his repair speed .

The injury to the right arm and shoulder has not yet recovered, and a hole was punched through the abdomen.

While Algrim's brain was in chaos, another shadow appeared in front of him, and it was Thor's furious fist!

peng peng peng peng peng peng ......

The dull collision of physical body and physical body reverberates throughout the hall.

Thor's every punch is full of killing intent, like an endless howling wind and torrential rain, falling on Algrim continuously.

Ten punches, a hundred punches, a thousand punches...

Algrim was beaten wildly by Thor's two fists, until now he knew why Thor didn't kill him with a battle axe.

This man...

I'm going to use my fists, forcibly beat him to death!

Although Aether is still repairing his body, it has now turned into a torture for him, because the God of Thunder Thor, who was in a rage, has now become a complete lunatic.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"

"ahhhh ——!!! !"

Thor's roar of despair and anger resounded above Asgard.

The gorgeous silver hall that used to symbolize the power center of the Nine Realms has now been reduced to a dilapidated ruin, and even the throne has become dilapidated, a pit about tens of meters deep. , Thor, who was covered in minced meat and blood, let out a gasping sound like a savage ox.

As for Algrim, there are no human figures in sight.

A pool of slightly wriggling minced meat seems to be silently telling what kind of inhuman treatment it has been subjected to.

How painful is it to be beaten to death by fists?

The answer to this answer may only be known to Algrim, but unfortunately he has no way to tell others.

After suffering tens of thousands of punches from Thor's rage, the Kursed of Dark Elves finally couldn't bear the pain, and chose to give up thinking and turned into a pool of squirming flesh. mud.

After losing the control of subjective consciousness, the fragments of Aether turned to fly ash.

And that pool of slowly wriggling flesh, without Aether's energy, finally got what it wanted and died.

Dark Elves' final warrior, Algrim was brutally killed by Thor's fists.

The exhausted Thor took heavy steps and walked step by step to Frigga's side. The eight-footed man couldn't hold back any longer. He knelt heavily on the ground with his knees down, tears running down his face full of blood. cheeks dripping.

He got his revenge, but he also lost.

Those who try to change fate are fooled by fate.

That Fat Thor...is that such a terrifying guy? !

Rocket Raccoon watched this scene in horror, and didn't dare to go up and talk to Thor at all, for fear that the killer would smash it into flesh with it.

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Fensalir Palace.

The powerful magical barrier protects the palace and shields all movement from the outside world.

Jane, who doesn't know anything about what's going on outside, is waiting in the room to remind Thor and Frigga to return.

But at this moment, a black evil light slowly appeared.

I saw the Dark Elves leader who should have died, Malekith actually walked out of the black evil light, raised his hand to seal Jane's mouth, and then pinched her throat and substituted it into the black in halo.

The guard who heard the movement in the room rushed in, but only saw the backs of Malekith and Jane leaving.