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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0465_part_01
Chapter 1115
chapter 0465 part 1
# Chaotic Battle
With one move successful, the Old Demon Dragon seized the opportunity. Its body swelled up another size, and as it swung its hands, it laughed maniacally and brought the Flail Hammer in its hands down on Odin again and again with heavy blows.
Odin was somewhat stunned by the Old Demon Dragon's sneak attack punch. With his head spinning, he didn't manage to dodge the Old Demon Dragon's attack in time and could only passively endure the painful taste of the heavy flail hammer landing on him, smashing his muscles into paste and his bones into fragments.
The hammer head, forged from Infernal Demon Metal, was covered in sharp spikes and shimmered with cold light. Layers of black energy were faintly wrapped around the hammer head – the most vicious curses thousands of dead souls had placed upon the hammer's forger!
"Enough!" Odin roared, countless blazing white lightning beams radiating from his entire body. His single eye blazed with lightning, and the layers of black smoke curses were directly annihilated by the lightning torrent he unleashed.
Even the Flail Hammer was incinerated into a pile of molten iron by Odin's powerful divine power. The Old Demon Dragon looked at the half-broken flail handle left in his hand and simply tossed it away.
The scales on his fists stood on end, and sharp barbs expanded and protruded from his fists. At this moment, the Old Demon Dragon's fists looked like heavy warhammers covered in spikes. The next moment, the Old Demon Dragon crashed into Odin's body like a flaming meteor, enduring the dense lightning torrent raining down on him, and smashed his fists onto Odin's body again and again.
Odin was continuously forced back by the Old Demon Dragon's heavy punches. Because the Old Demon Dragon was pressing too close, he could only throw Gungnir in his hand high into the sky—
Gungnir flew into the sky, stirring up a sea of lightning. Reversing the spear body, with the spearhead facing down, it transformed into a golden lightning bolt, drawing billions of lightning towards the Old Demon Dragon!
"Boom!"
The golden lightning transformed from Gungnir instantly submerged the Old Demon Dragon—
Odin looked at the Old Demon Dragon swallowed by the sea of lightning before him, just as he was about to turn and confront Hela to clear up the doubt in his heart.
A pair of thick arms covered in black dragon scales reached out from the sea of lightning, gripping Odin's shoulders tightly.
"Clang, clang, clang"
Stepping out from the lightning, the Old Demon Dragon lifted its almost melted face, opened its mouth, and billowing black smoke spewed out.
The Old Demon Dragon held Odin's shoulders with both hands, grinned ferociously, and gave Odin three brutal headbutts.
Then the Old Demon Dragon released his grip, clenched his fists, and showed no sign of stopping, savagely beating God King Odin before him.
The scales on his spiky fists gleamed with cold light, and the brute strength from the Infernal Demon Dragon erupted with terrifying destructive power. At this moment, Odin finally experienced the same pain the Old Demon Dragon felt when Gungnir pierced its body. Like the Old Demon Dragon, Odin's divine power was abundant, and his nearly inexhaustible divine power immediately repaired the wounds after his body suffered severe injury. Broken bones instantly recovered, and shattered muscles immediately regrew.
The fists the Old Demon Dragon smashed onto him, although they brought him boundless severe pain, did not cause truly fatal damage.
Where the two were fighting, surging hellfire and the sea of lightning clashed, constantly exploding. Overwhelming pillars of fire and lightning from high altitude roared down and intertwined, making the scene look incredibly fantastical and magnificent.
Seeing his Liege, whom he had followed for thousands of years, falling into a disadvantage, Asgard's Gatekeeper Heimdall blew the dragon bone horn at his waist. To the sound of the charge horn, the Asgardian Berserker Legion surged towards the Old Demon Dragon and Hela like a tide.
Hela looked at the swarming Asgardian Berserkers. The ground beneath her feet instantly gushed out large amounts of blood water. Just as Hela was about to completely turn Asgard into a blood sea.
Kane, however, frowned and sent a mental message to Johnny.
Johnny stepped forward directly, blocking Hela and the tide of Asgardian Berserkers. Looking at the swarming Asgardian Berserkers, Johnny took a deep drag from his cigar, exhaling a cloud of white smoke.
In the smoke, Johnny directly revealed his Ghost Rider form, a pale skull wrapped in blazing flames. His upper and lower jaw opened and closed, letting out bursts of mocking laughter at the charging Berserkers.
In the skull, his eyes faintly turned a burning orange-red. In his hand, he held an alloy chain as thick as a goose egg. As hellfire spread from his bone claw, a fire whip dozens of meters long instantly appeared in his hand.
Transformed into Ghost Rider, Johnny shed his decadent appearance, and even his black leather clothing carried a hint of arrogance in the burning hellfire.
He whipped out the fire whip, instantly sending over a dozen charging Asgardian Berserkers flying.
"How boring!"
Hela watched as all the Asgardian Berserkers rushing towards her were blocked by Ghost Rider. She looked up at Kane, who was confronting Superman Clark in mid-air, and pouted.
In the end, she reined in the blood sea spreading beneath her feet. After all, Hela knew that in the eyes of the one surnamed Tang, the importance of Kane, his Confidant, was above her, his *.
If the one surnamed Tang knew what was happening here, she would inevitably be *****. But one day, when she truly cultivates the Blood Scripture to Great Completion, she will definitely use a leather whip to give that one surnamed Tang a good lashing, letting him know what it means to be the Queen of Asgard.
"Hela!?"
While Hela was drawing little figures in her mind, thinking about how to ** Tang Song, the Queen of Asgard, Goddess of Magic Frigga, crossed the battlefield and came before her.
As Loki's mentor and the Goddess of Magic of Asgard, Frigga was not as weak as she appeared. Her shifting shadows magic, combined with skilled illusion magic, even evaded Ghost Rider's perception.
Frigga walked up to Hela, looking at her eldest daughter with a face full of affection.
Hela turned her head, avoiding Frigga's reaching hand. The cold look on her face softened slightly. She had fused with everything of this universe's Hela through the Formless Blood God, including her memory.
Unlike her hatred for Odin, her feelings for her mother Frigga were complex, both for her and for this universe's Hela. The only thing missing was hate! Frigga had been very good to her since childhood. Perhaps because she carried the Death Divinity, she was different from ordinary people since she was young. Compared to being nestled in her mother's embrace, she enjoyed the thrill of slaughter and death more.
Only during the more than two thousand years she was sealed, compared to the cold and ruthless Odin, only recalling her mother Frigga could touch a trace of softness deep in her heart.
…………
"Cool! I want to burst into flames like that too. Speaking of which, I remember you still have a Spirit of Vengeance, right?"
Deadpool Wade joined the battlefield, swinging the Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Slaying Blade.
His saber light was like a waterfall. Wherever he went, the Asgardian Berserkers only saw two flashes of cold light, and their battle axes and greatswords in hand were directly cut in half.
Deadpool Wade's skill goes without saying. Even before gaining the Undying Body, he could use twin blades to slash and block incoming submachine gun bullets.
However, after gaining the Undying Body, he found that blocking these bullets made no difference at all, so he just gave up!
But when Wade got serious, his skill was exceptionally formidable, especially after Wade cultivated the Sword Immortal Arts passed down by Tang Song.
The two Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Slaying Blades in his hands spat out sword qi dozens of meters long. The rows of charging Asgardian Berserkers were like cutting through melons and vegetables in his hands.
If not for Kane's mental message, telling him not to kill ruthlessly, the area in front of the Asgardian Golden Palace would probably be flowing with blood right now!
"You want to become a Ghost Rider too!" Johnny flicked his chain, wrapping it around Sif's ankle. This renowned Goddess of Asgard was swung around by Johnny like a warhammer several times in the air before being slammed hard into a line of charging Asgardian Soldiers.
In his Ghost Rider form, his eyes looked at Deadpool Wade, his upper and lower jaw opening and closing, letting out bursts of strange laughter.
"Can't I?" Deadpool ducked down and swung his blade. The battle skirts around the waists of over a dozen Asgardian Soldiers were instantly cut off, and so were the underpants beneath their battle skirts.
The Berserkers, who feared no death, looked down at their exposed hairy thighs and that pile of junk, and quickly used their weapons, their great axes, to cover themselves. The look on their faces beneath their thick beards was so red it could almost drip blood.
# Chaotic Battle
With one move successful, the Old Demon Dragon seized the opportunity. Its body swelled up another size, and as it swung its hands, it laughed maniacally and brought the Flail Hammer in its hands down on Odin again and again with heavy blows.
Odin was somewhat stunned by the Old Demon Dragon's sneak attack punch. With his head spinning, he didn't manage to dodge the Old Demon Dragon's attack in time and could only passively endure the painful taste of the heavy flail hammer landing on him, smashing his muscles into paste and his bones into fragments.
The hammer head, forged from Infernal Demon Metal, was covered in sharp spikes and shimmered with cold light. Layers of black energy were faintly wrapped around the hammer head – the most vicious curses thousands of dead souls had placed upon the hammer's forger!
"Enough!" Odin roared, countless blazing white lightning beams radiating from his entire body. His single eye blazed with lightning, and the layers of black smoke curses were directly annihilated by the lightning torrent he unleashed.
Even the Flail Hammer was incinerated into a pile of molten iron by Odin's powerful divine power. The Old Demon Dragon looked at the half-broken flail handle left in his hand and simply tossed it away.
The scales on his fists stood on end, and sharp barbs expanded and protruded from his fists. At this moment, the Old Demon Dragon's fists looked like heavy warhammers covered in spikes. The next moment, the Old Demon Dragon crashed into Odin's body like a flaming meteor, enduring the dense lightning torrent raining down on him, and smashed his fists onto Odin's body again and again.
Odin was continuously forced back by the Old Demon Dragon's heavy punches. Because the Old Demon Dragon was pressing too close, he could only throw Gungnir in his hand high into the sky—
Gungnir flew into the sky, stirring up a sea of lightning. Reversing the spear body, with the spearhead facing down, it transformed into a golden lightning bolt, drawing billions of lightning towards the Old Demon Dragon!
"Boom!"
The golden lightning transformed from Gungnir instantly submerged the Old Demon Dragon—
Odin looked at the Old Demon Dragon swallowed by the sea of lightning before him, just as he was about to turn and confront Hela to clear up the doubt in his heart.
A pair of thick arms covered in black dragon scales reached out from the sea of lightning, gripping Odin's shoulders tightly.
"Clang, clang, clang"
Stepping out from the lightning, the Old Demon Dragon lifted its almost melted face, opened its mouth, and billowing black smoke spewed out.
The Old Demon Dragon held Odin's shoulders with both hands, grinned ferociously, and gave Odin three brutal headbutts.
Then the Old Demon Dragon released his grip, clenched his fists, and showed no sign of stopping, savagely beating God King Odin before him.
The scales on his spiky fists gleamed with cold light, and the brute strength from the Infernal Demon Dragon erupted with terrifying destructive power. At this moment, Odin finally experienced the same pain the Old Demon Dragon felt when Gungnir pierced its body. Like the Old Demon Dragon, Odin's divine power was abundant, and his nearly inexhaustible divine power immediately repaired the wounds after his body suffered severe injury. Broken bones instantly recovered, and shattered muscles immediately regrew.
The fists the Old Demon Dragon smashed onto him, although they brought him boundless severe pain, did not cause truly fatal damage.
Where the two were fighting, surging hellfire and the sea of lightning clashed, constantly exploding. Overwhelming pillars of fire and lightning from high altitude roared down and intertwined, making the scene look incredibly fantastical and magnificent.
Seeing his Liege, whom he had followed for thousands of years, falling into a disadvantage, Asgard's Gatekeeper Heimdall blew the dragon bone horn at his waist. To the sound of the charge horn, the Asgardian Berserker Legion surged towards the Old Demon Dragon and Hela like a tide.
Hela looked at the swarming Asgardian Berserkers. The ground beneath her feet instantly gushed out large amounts of blood water. Just as Hela was about to completely turn Asgard into a blood sea.
Kane, however, frowned and sent a mental message to Johnny.
Johnny stepped forward directly, blocking Hela and the tide of Asgardian Berserkers. Looking at the swarming Asgardian Berserkers, Johnny took a deep drag from his cigar, exhaling a cloud of white smoke.
In the smoke, Johnny directly revealed his Ghost Rider form, a pale skull wrapped in blazing flames. His upper and lower jaw opened and closed, letting out bursts of mocking laughter at the charging Berserkers.
In the skull, his eyes faintly turned a burning orange-red. In his hand, he held an alloy chain as thick as a goose egg. As hellfire spread from his bone claw, a fire whip dozens of meters long instantly appeared in his hand.
Transformed into Ghost Rider, Johnny shed his decadent appearance, and even his black leather clothing carried a hint of arrogance in the burning hellfire.
He whipped out the fire whip, instantly sending over a dozen charging Asgardian Berserkers flying.
"How boring!"
Hela watched as all the Asgardian Berserkers rushing towards her were blocked by Ghost Rider. She looked up at Kane, who was confronting Superman Clark in mid-air, and pouted.
In the end, she reined in the blood sea spreading beneath her feet. After all, Hela knew that in the eyes of the one surnamed Tang, the importance of Kane, his Confidant, was above her, his *.
If the one surnamed Tang knew what was happening here, she would inevitably be *****. But one day, when she truly cultivates the Blood Scripture to Great Completion, she will definitely use a leather whip to give that one surnamed Tang a good lashing, letting him know what it means to be the Queen of Asgard.
"Hela!?"
While Hela was drawing little figures in her mind, thinking about how to ** Tang Song, the Queen of Asgard, Goddess of Magic Frigga, crossed the battlefield and came before her.
As Loki's mentor and the Goddess of Magic of Asgard, Frigga was not as weak as she appeared. Her shifting shadows magic, combined with skilled illusion magic, even evaded Ghost Rider's perception.
Frigga walked up to Hela, looking at her eldest daughter with a face full of affection.
Hela turned her head, avoiding Frigga's reaching hand. The cold look on her face softened slightly. She had fused with everything of this universe's Hela through the Formless Blood God, including her memory.
Unlike her hatred for Odin, her feelings for her mother Frigga were complex, both for her and for this universe's Hela. The only thing missing was hate! Frigga had been very good to her since childhood. Perhaps because she carried the Death Divinity, she was different from ordinary people since she was young. Compared to being nestled in her mother's embrace, she enjoyed the thrill of slaughter and death more.
Only during the more than two thousand years she was sealed, compared to the cold and ruthless Odin, only recalling her mother Frigga could touch a trace of softness deep in her heart.
…………
"Cool! I want to burst into flames like that too. Speaking of which, I remember you still have a Spirit of Vengeance, right?"
Deadpool Wade joined the battlefield, swinging the Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Slaying Blade.
His saber light was like a waterfall. Wherever he went, the Asgardian Berserkers only saw two flashes of cold light, and their battle axes and greatswords in hand were directly cut in half.
Deadpool Wade's skill goes without saying. Even before gaining the Undying Body, he could use twin blades to slash and block incoming submachine gun bullets.
However, after gaining the Undying Body, he found that blocking these bullets made no difference at all, so he just gave up!
But when Wade got serious, his skill was exceptionally formidable, especially after Wade cultivated the Sword Immortal Arts passed down by Tang Song.
The two Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Slaying Blades in his hands spat out sword qi dozens of meters long. The rows of charging Asgardian Berserkers were like cutting through melons and vegetables in his hands.
If not for Kane's mental message, telling him not to kill ruthlessly, the area in front of the Asgardian Golden Palace would probably be flowing with blood right now!
"You want to become a Ghost Rider too!" Johnny flicked his chain, wrapping it around Sif's ankle. This renowned Goddess of Asgard was swung around by Johnny like a warhammer several times in the air before being slammed hard into a line of charging Asgardian Soldiers.
In his Ghost Rider form, his eyes looked at Deadpool Wade, his upper and lower jaw opening and closing, letting out bursts of strange laughter.
"Can't I?" Deadpool ducked down and swung his blade. The battle skirts around the waists of over a dozen Asgardian Soldiers were instantly cut off, and so were the underpants beneath their battle skirts.
The Berserkers, who feared no death, looked down at their exposed hairy thighs and that pile of junk, and quickly used their weapons, their great axes, to cover themselves. The look on their faces beneath their thick beards was so red it could almost drip blood.
