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Chapter 1111
chapter 0463 part 3
Andhrímnir felt her left shoulder sink, followed by a bone-piercing pain. If Frigga hadn't intervened in time, Frank's strike could have even smashed her entire left arm to pieces.
Seeing Andhrímnir clutching her shoulder, Frigga's usually gentle face showed anger for the first time. She raised her hand and pointed at Frank. A golden phantom appeared behind Frigga. This golden phantom stretched out its figure, and twelve huge Light Wings appeared behind it. A golden wheel rotated, and the huge golden god statue expanded to a hundred meters tall. It took a step, seemingly ignoring spatial distance, and flashed in front of Frank, smashing down overhead with a punch.
Frank bared his teeth and grinned savagely upwards, just about to raise his staff to smash, when suddenly a not-weak aura rushed towards him from behind.
Frank turned his head to look. A woman with brilliant golden hair was holding a golden longsword, stabbing towards his back.
Just as Frank was preparing to swing his staff horizontally to counter, he suddenly darted his eyes, raised the Dark Gold Great Staff high with both hands, and smashed it towards the golden god statue above his head.
"Clang!"
Just as the longsword in Sif's hand was about to stab into Frank's back, a figure suddenly flashed in front of Sif. His twin blades were like a waterfall, and silver light flashed.
"Clang clang clang clang clang..." Continuous Sound of Metal Collision rang out. Sif struggled to parry, retreating more than ten steps before stabilizing her figure.
"Little girl, didn't your mother teach you that stabbing someone in the back isn't good behavior!" Deadpool Wade slowly inserted the twin blades in his hands back into the scabbard behind his back, raised his hand, and gave the two-finger salute to Sif in front of him!
Sif looked at the vulgar action of this guy in front of her, gritted her teeth, and swung the longsword in her hand, wanting to kill him.
Deadpool Wade, however, was as slippery as a loach, constantly teasing Sif and the increasingly numerous Asgardian soldiers by relying on Teleportation.
In mid-air, Thor, holding Stormbreaker, looked troubled at Kane, who was blocking his way, his face full of conflict.
"Don't worry! It's just a misunderstanding!" Kane's gaze swept over Thor and Superman beside him, explaining.
"Of course, if you want to fight, I can accompany you!" Kane's gaze skipped over Thor and aggressively looked towards Superman Clark:
"I heard you fought Lane. Are you interested in a match!"
Superman Clark hovered in mid-air, his eyes sweeping over Kane's entire body. He clenched his fists. He felt a familiar aura on Kane.
"Clark Kent! Mr. Kane! Since it's a misunderstanding, it's good that it's resolved. Let's not fight!!" Tony Stark, who had put on his gold and red interwoven Iron Suit at some point, appeared between Kane and Superman Clark, extending his arms to block the two.
"Important matters first!" Tony Stark slightly shook his head at Superman.
Superman looked at Kane, his Right Hand occasionally clenching and then loosening again, repeating this action. Finally, he crossed his arms, choosing not to fight.
Seeing Superman Clark's action, a hint of regret flashed across Kane's face, but it didn't matter, there would always be a chance.
Tony Stark finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, seeing the two tense individuals calm down.
If it were anyone else, he would definitely not use such a gentle method of persuasion. With the Iron Suit on, he would directly use a smooth physical combo to turn the two groups into obedient babies at home.
But the Combat Strength of the two guys next to him was clearly not something he could contend against. One was difficult enough; with two, he didn't want to get beaten!
Odin, holding Gungnir, looked at the red-haired monkey fighting with the golden god statue, and was about to step forward and have a good fight with him again (beat him up again to vent the pent-up frustration)!
Suddenly, a foul wind blew up. A huge Demonic Dragon, over a hundred kilometers long, poked its head out from some Dimension.
An enormous dragon head appeared above Odin's head. The ferocious dragon head revealed a savage grin, opened its wide mouth, and sprayed a black Potent Poison breath down directly at Odin.
It was the Old Demon Dragon, unable to resist coming to avenge that cleave from Odin.
The Old Demon Dragon's age could be said to be as long as the Hell Abyss itself, truly a living fossil of the Abyss World. The key was that this guy also wore many aliases. The Black Dragon Níðhöggr from Norse Mythology, which devours Yggdrasil's roots, was one of its aliases.
As a living fossil that had lived freely in a hellhole like Hell for who knows how many years, the Old Demon Dragon's Strength was definitely not below Odin's.
When this mouthful of Dragon Breath was sprayed out, the unprepared Odin was immediately wreathed in black smoke and blasted more than ten miles away. The huge corrosion power almost corroded through the Golden Armor on Odin's body!
Most crucially, the bad breath accompanying the breath sprayed out by the Old Demon Dragon, from not brushing its teeth for who knows how many years, almost made Odin faint on the spot from the smell.
"Protect His Majesty the King!"
Large numbers of Asgardian soldiers surged in, saw Odin kneeling on one knee on the ground, vomiting heavily, and successively drew out their swords and battle axes, preparing to launch an attack on the huge Black Dragon.
At the same time, Asgardian fighter jets also arrived. Hundreds of fighter jets surrounded the Old Demon Dragon's head, which had extended from the Dimension. However, in terms of body size, it looked somewhat like hundreds of mosquitoes surrounding a dragon head.
The Avengers crowd who arrived at the scene looked at each other. Captain America Steve Rogers's face showed an anxious expression. The mission to ambush Thanos was imminent, and the Asgardian Berserkers were an indispensable link in it.
But on the other hand, to some extent, the existences behind these few people were even more dangerous than Thanos.
Johnny and Deadpool Wade stood side-by-side, blocking in front of the Asgardian soldiers. Johnny held a chain whip full of Runes in his hand, and Hellfire faintly began to spread on the whip.
Andhrímnir felt her left shoulder sink, followed by a bone-piercing pain. If Frigga hadn't intervened in time, Frank's strike could have even smashed her entire left arm to pieces.
Seeing Andhrímnir clutching her shoulder, Frigga's usually gentle face showed anger for the first time. She raised her hand and pointed at Frank. A golden phantom appeared behind Frigga. This golden phantom stretched out its figure, and twelve huge Light Wings appeared behind it. A golden wheel rotated, and the huge golden god statue expanded to a hundred meters tall. It took a step, seemingly ignoring spatial distance, and flashed in front of Frank, smashing down overhead with a punch.
Frank bared his teeth and grinned savagely upwards, just about to raise his staff to smash, when suddenly a not-weak aura rushed towards him from behind.
Frank turned his head to look. A woman with brilliant golden hair was holding a golden longsword, stabbing towards his back.
Just as Frank was preparing to swing his staff horizontally to counter, he suddenly darted his eyes, raised the Dark Gold Great Staff high with both hands, and smashed it towards the golden god statue above his head.
"Clang!"
Just as the longsword in Sif's hand was about to stab into Frank's back, a figure suddenly flashed in front of Sif. His twin blades were like a waterfall, and silver light flashed.
"Clang clang clang clang clang..." Continuous Sound of Metal Collision rang out. Sif struggled to parry, retreating more than ten steps before stabilizing her figure.
"Little girl, didn't your mother teach you that stabbing someone in the back isn't good behavior!" Deadpool Wade slowly inserted the twin blades in his hands back into the scabbard behind his back, raised his hand, and gave the two-finger salute to Sif in front of him!
Sif looked at the vulgar action of this guy in front of her, gritted her teeth, and swung the longsword in her hand, wanting to kill him.
Deadpool Wade, however, was as slippery as a loach, constantly teasing Sif and the increasingly numerous Asgardian soldiers by relying on Teleportation.
In mid-air, Thor, holding Stormbreaker, looked troubled at Kane, who was blocking his way, his face full of conflict.
"Don't worry! It's just a misunderstanding!" Kane's gaze swept over Thor and Superman beside him, explaining.
"Of course, if you want to fight, I can accompany you!" Kane's gaze skipped over Thor and aggressively looked towards Superman Clark:
"I heard you fought Lane. Are you interested in a match!"
Superman Clark hovered in mid-air, his eyes sweeping over Kane's entire body. He clenched his fists. He felt a familiar aura on Kane.
"Clark Kent! Mr. Kane! Since it's a misunderstanding, it's good that it's resolved. Let's not fight!!" Tony Stark, who had put on his gold and red interwoven Iron Suit at some point, appeared between Kane and Superman Clark, extending his arms to block the two.
"Important matters first!" Tony Stark slightly shook his head at Superman.
Superman looked at Kane, his Right Hand occasionally clenching and then loosening again, repeating this action. Finally, he crossed his arms, choosing not to fight.
Seeing Superman Clark's action, a hint of regret flashed across Kane's face, but it didn't matter, there would always be a chance.
Tony Stark finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, seeing the two tense individuals calm down.
If it were anyone else, he would definitely not use such a gentle method of persuasion. With the Iron Suit on, he would directly use a smooth physical combo to turn the two groups into obedient babies at home.
But the Combat Strength of the two guys next to him was clearly not something he could contend against. One was difficult enough; with two, he didn't want to get beaten!
Odin, holding Gungnir, looked at the red-haired monkey fighting with the golden god statue, and was about to step forward and have a good fight with him again (beat him up again to vent the pent-up frustration)!
Suddenly, a foul wind blew up. A huge Demonic Dragon, over a hundred kilometers long, poked its head out from some Dimension.
An enormous dragon head appeared above Odin's head. The ferocious dragon head revealed a savage grin, opened its wide mouth, and sprayed a black Potent Poison breath down directly at Odin.
It was the Old Demon Dragon, unable to resist coming to avenge that cleave from Odin.
The Old Demon Dragon's age could be said to be as long as the Hell Abyss itself, truly a living fossil of the Abyss World. The key was that this guy also wore many aliases. The Black Dragon Níðhöggr from Norse Mythology, which devours Yggdrasil's roots, was one of its aliases.
As a living fossil that had lived freely in a hellhole like Hell for who knows how many years, the Old Demon Dragon's Strength was definitely not below Odin's.
When this mouthful of Dragon Breath was sprayed out, the unprepared Odin was immediately wreathed in black smoke and blasted more than ten miles away. The huge corrosion power almost corroded through the Golden Armor on Odin's body!
Most crucially, the bad breath accompanying the breath sprayed out by the Old Demon Dragon, from not brushing its teeth for who knows how many years, almost made Odin faint on the spot from the smell.
"Protect His Majesty the King!"
Large numbers of Asgardian soldiers surged in, saw Odin kneeling on one knee on the ground, vomiting heavily, and successively drew out their swords and battle axes, preparing to launch an attack on the huge Black Dragon.
At the same time, Asgardian fighter jets also arrived. Hundreds of fighter jets surrounded the Old Demon Dragon's head, which had extended from the Dimension. However, in terms of body size, it looked somewhat like hundreds of mosquitoes surrounding a dragon head.
The Avengers crowd who arrived at the scene looked at each other. Captain America Steve Rogers's face showed an anxious expression. The mission to ambush Thanos was imminent, and the Asgardian Berserkers were an indispensable link in it.
But on the other hand, to some extent, the existences behind these few people were even more dangerous than Thanos.
Johnny and Deadpool Wade stood side-by-side, blocking in front of the Asgardian soldiers. Johnny held a chain whip full of Runes in his hand, and Hellfire faintly began to spread on the whip.
