Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 80: The Showdown Between Rivals (Bonus Chapter for 2000 Recommendations)
Crimson flames scorched the sky, and the sea was also burned into a sea of ​​fire by the flames spewed by the fire giants. The flames, stretching for thousands of miles and seemingly without end, burned fiercely on the once azure sea, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of smoke and roasted meat.

Above the sky, where countless figures obscured the light, countless heroic spirits and monster corpses fell to the ground every moment. These heroic warriors, who had sung heroic songs in life, even if they were to be shattered to pieces, would drag their broken bodies before death, laughing wildly as they bit off pieces of flesh from the monsters. Their hot blood splattered across the sky, turning into blood rain, intertwining in this world of fire.

The frost giants, gathered out of hatred, were equally relentless. With a thunderous gait, they uprooted every mountain and shattered every inch of land in their wake, roaring in fury. These mountain-like giants raised their thousand-foot-high mountains as weapons, ramming them against the magnificent city wall that stretched for thousands of miles, protecting the kingdom of the gods from invasion.

Even though the valiant gods clad in armor on the city walls wielded their weapons and slayed one frost giant after another, the number of frost giants seemed to never decrease. As far as the eye could see, from the farthest horizon to the foot of the nearest city walls, frost giants, as large as mountains, surged toward Asgard, the kingdom of the gods that had fallen to the earth.

Trained by Odin in Valhalla for tens of thousands of years, tens of millions of heroic warriors stood guard on the vast city walls, continuously drawing their bows. A torrential rain of arrows poured down from the walls, so dense that not even a ray of light could pass through. Under this dense rain of arrows, giants and numerous monsters were harvested wave after wave, like wheat.

However, the giants still surged toward Asgard as if they knew nothing of death. The frost giant leader, Frim, was even more direct. He raised Mount Famir, the tallest mountain in the human world, its summit perpetually covered in snow. Yet, Frim uprooted this mountain from the earth to use it as a weapon.

The frost giant leader, whose size far surpassed that of any of his brethren, raised Mount Famir high, straining with all his might, his arm muscles bulging like hills, and then hurled it toward Asgard.

"Rumble..."

The mountain, weighing tens of millions of tons, flew out and crashed into the walls of Asgard. When it struck the walls of the kingdom of the gods, the world's tallest mountain instantly turned into dust and was shattered into pieces.

But the immense, overwhelming force also caused a section of this supposedly indestructible wall to shake. Then, the section of the Great Wall that had been struck by the mountain collapsed with a deafening roar. Taking advantage of this opportunity, countless frost giants cheered and entered Asgard through the breach.

The beautiful Asgard, filled with gardens, palaces, and all sorts of exotic flowers and plants, was now greeted by a host of savage and ferocious uninvited guests. These frost giants raised their massive feet and brutally trampled the gardens, which the gods had carefully arranged for tens of thousands of years, into dust. The clear and clean babbling springs were frozen solid, the delicate flowers and plants were ravaged, and the lifelike statues were kicked over at will. The frost giants laughed as they overturned every exquisite palace they saw.

Asgard, once a dreamlike paradise, was suddenly plunged into utter destruction.

"you!"

Iden, the goddess of spring, was clad in armor and wielding a longsword, desperately trying to stop the giants from climbing the city walls. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of this scene not far away. In her haste and anger, the beautiful goddess disregarded everything else and flew towards the breach in the wall to try and stop the frost giants from continuing to pour into Asgard through the breach.

But suddenly...

"Roar!"

Suddenly, everything went black above her head. Accompanied by a monster's roar, a violent storm swept in and swallowed her whole before she could react.

Eden, the goddess of spring, died.

Meanwhile, Bragi, the god of poetry who was fighting fiercely against the frost giants, heard the roar of the monster behind him and suddenly turned around. He was stunned to see the direction where the goddess Eden should have been. In the midst of the charge of countless giants, the enormous serpent, whose body was so huge that it seemed to make the giants around it, which were as large as mountains, seem as small as ants, raised its head and swallowed a small thing in its mouth.

Clearly, it wasn't very satisfied with the appetizer it had just eaten.

"Eden!!!"

Seeing his wife being devoured, the god of poetry, Bragi, was filled with rage. This deity, often considered somewhat cowardly, raised his weapon, roared, and attempted to charge at the giant serpent. But suddenly, a massive demonic wolf emerged from the void behind him. The wolf, larger than a man, bit Bragi's calf, dragging him to the ground. The next moment, the wolf pounced on Bragi, its fangs widening, and swallowed the god of poetry whole.

Bragi, the god of poetry, is dead.

Just as the giant serpent shook its head, attempting to hunt other deities, an angry roar suddenly caught its attention.

"Jormungandr!!!"

The voice was so familiar... that even during the tens of thousands of years the great serpent was imprisoned, it would occasionally wake up from its dreams, filled with deep anger and hatred.

Turning around, he saw a god beside him, who appeared as insignificant as dust before him, covered in blood, holding his universally known demonic hammer, glaring angrily at him. The blood on the god was not his own; there were few in the universe who could make him bleed. The blood on the god was that of giants he had mercilessly hammered to death.

The snake's upright pupils slowly contracted.

It wasn't just because it encountered a formidable enemy, but also because it met the old rival that the giant serpent hated to the extreme, its destined nemesis.

From the moment the serpent was born into this world, it has had countless connections with Thor, the god of thunder.

Loki's three children were originally hidden in Jotunheim, the home of the frost giants, by their giant mother Angorboda. However, Thor stole them directly from Jotunheim and threw them into the deep sea. Thor, along with the other gods, sealed them in the depths of the sea, where they remained immobile for tens of thousands of years.

In every sense, Thor is undoubtedly the mortal enemy of the serpent, and the enmity and hatred between them are absolutely irreconcilable.

Looking at his mortal enemy, countless dark and negative human emotions surged within the serpent's heart, gradually transforming into a mad and twisted darkness in his cold, upright serpent eyes.

The whispering voices surrounded the serpent's ears, and its restless instincts made it eager to devour the Thor completely.

"Hehe... Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!"

An overwhelming amount of spiritual power overflowed into reality, causing the air to tremble and transforming into the serpent's maniacal laughter.

The next moment, the giant serpent suddenly opened its abyssal maw and lunged at the Thor at a speed beyond the reach of the naked eye...

Thor, who had been standing still, seemed to have anticipated this. His figure vanished instantly, and then his enormous head, as massive as a rolling mountain range, slammed into the earth. In an instant, the ground shook violently, and the deafening roar of the earthquake made the already chaotic and shattered battlefield even more turbulent.

In another direction, Fenrir the wolf faced a one-eyed god before it, wielding a divine spear. A strong sense of danger made it involuntarily let out a low growl...

(End of this chapter)