Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 82 Disappointment
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"So weak! So ...

The giant serpent, its vertical pupils filled with madness and darkness, roared furiously, its attack on Thor suddenly increasing several times over. Its lightning-fast speed, combined with its enormous size, made every move of the serpent seem like the collapse of the heavens and the earth. The entire Midgard, which was surrounded by the sea, and the human world were about to violently crack under the serpent's onslaught.

Each of the serpent's attacks would crash into the continent, leaving behind a massive, cracked crater, nearly the size of a human nation and spanning thousands of miles. Countless fissures, thousands or even tens of thousands of miles long, would spread out from this crater, and from within those fissures and abysses, endless lava would gush forth.

Under this fierce attack, Thor couldn't even dodge. He could only desperately parry with his hammer, having the ability to defend but no power to retaliate. This situation only further enraged the violent serpent.

"Roar!!!!!!!"

With a furious roar, the colossal creature, whose body could wrap around the entire continent and whose head could almost blot out the sky, suddenly raised its head high. Then, the enormous head, which almost shrouded the world below in darkness, suddenly slammed down onto the world below.

Before that enormous object moving at an extremely high speed, the air beneath them was frantically compressed and then exploded, forming a series of violent and terrifying airbursts. The immense pressure even formed a violent air pressure in advance, directly and heavily pressing down on all living beings and matter beneath the enormous object.

"Crash la la la..."

Under the immense and unimaginable pressure, the fragile stones on the ground could not withstand the pressure and shattered.

Thor looked up, and above him, the absolute darkness that seemed to obscure all light in the world was growing wildly larger in his vision, as if it were about to engulf the entire world.

The heavy pressure on his body felt like a tangible force, making the air feel like it was filled with lead, so heavy that it was hard to breathe, and his feet were firmly embedded in the ground.

The soil beneath him could not withstand such immense air pressure, and the entire earth groaned in agony. Under this powerful pressure, the earth cracked inch by inch outward from the center of Thor, and the ground was forcibly lowered several degrees.

Furthermore, as the air pressure continued to intensify, the ground continued to sink, and those with weak constitutions were squeezed and crushed into blood mist. Even some giants, unable to withstand such immense pressure, had to kneel on the ground to cope with this indescribably heavy air pressure.

If other life forms are already experiencing this, Thor, as the one bearing the brunt, obviously has to endure an even greater weight. His face is flushed red from the immense air pressure, the veins on his forehead are bulging, and he can barely lift his magic hammer, Mjolnir, as if it were too heavy to lift.

Within his deep blue pupils, the already enormous thing filled every inch of the sky, yet it continued to expand, allowing him to clearly see every detail on every scale and feel the madness and terror emanating from the monster before him…

"Boom boom ...

Amidst a deafening roar, the vast land, spanning millions of miles, shattered. The immense expanse of land was instantly smashed apart by the enraged serpent's headbutt, splitting into two enormous continents and countless smaller islands. At the same time, the shattered continents revealed a pitch-black abyss beneath... the Netherworld beneath the human world, the very bottom of the World Tree.

Amidst the screams of millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, and countless giants, heroic spirits, undead, and snake-men falling into the abyss of death, Thor, barely managing to protect himself with his magic hammer, had to fly above this dark abyss, narrowly avoiding falling into that world of death and escaping becoming one of the dead.

However, having withstood one of Orochi's attacks head-on, he now appeared to be in extremely dire condition.

His armor was almost completely shattered, and his body, which could not be harmed by divine weapons, was now covered with golden divine blood. His once arrogant face was now completely silent, with only slight panting.

His right hand, which was gripping the magic hammer Milnir, was covered in blood and gaping wounds. His hand, which had been split open from bearing immense force, trembled slightly. Clearly, he could barely hold onto the magic hammer at this moment.

Before him, a colossal body sank deep into the sea, entangling the entire Midgard world. It merely raised its head to look down upon the shattered continent before it, where countless tiny gods, as insignificant as dust, battled a giant serpent. The vertical pupils of its eyes, looking down at Thor, the God of Thunder, were filled with deep madness and rage.

"Thor, when did you become so weak? When did your hammer become so powerless?!"

In the ear of this Thor, the serpent's overwhelming spiritual power caused the air to tremble, transforming into a deep, furious roar from the serpent.

An indescribable rage and violence filled the giant serpent's body, making it almost want to shatter the entire world.

For tens of thousands of years, the anger and humiliation of being suppressed at the bottom of the sea tormented this giant serpent. The torment of not being able to even turn over made it constantly try to take revenge on the gods who suppressed it and Thor.

It endured for tens of thousands of years, and whenever it was about to fall into madness and deep hunger, it would think again and again to endure, just to wait for the revenge tens of thousands of years later.

After waiting for tens of thousands of years, it finally broke free, only to face a "weak Thor" who could only parry and had no power to fight back?!
Imagine a swordsman who was defeated by his enemy in his youth. He practiced his swordsmanship day and night, regardless of the weather, for more than ten years. When his swordsmanship reached its peak, he felt that he had finally succeeded and went to take revenge on his former enemy. But what he saw was a cripple who was paralyzed, had dementia, missing limbs, and suffered from nerve atrophy. Would this swordsman be happy about that?

Do not!
All that remained was a deep anger that followed the initial shock!
Having endured tens of thousands of years of bitter suffering, all for the sake of a decisive and exhilarating battle, to let the opponent feel the pain and torment of being suppressed for tens of thousands of years, and then to swallow the desperate opponent whole, drinking down this cup of wine brewed with deep-seated hatred for tens of thousands of years in one gulp. Only in this way can this great serpent feel the exhilaration of revenge.

But now, I'm facing such a weak crawler?!
What have all my tens of thousands of years of forbearance and torment amounted to?!
Deep disappointment and anger filled the serpent's pupils, emanating a terrifying aura, while Thor simply watched it in silence.

(End of this chapter)