Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 84 Battle Between Monsters

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The most powerful god and the monster that haunts the world are locked in a frenzied and unrestrained battle. Endless lightning surges from the enraged thunder god, making him appear as a colossal giant composed of countless bolts of lightning. The magic hammer Mjolnir in his hand is shrouded in countless bolts of lightning, making it as massive as a mountain.

Each clash of forces generated massive air disturbances that stirred up violent hurricanes. These hurricanes roared across the sea, forming towering tornadoes that sucked water directly into the sky. The aftershocks of the battle tore apart the continent, shattered the stars, and made the endless sky above teeter on the brink of collapse.

Feeling the immense power emanating from the other side, the ever-increasing fighting spirit made the giant serpent so excited that it laughed maniacally, almost oblivious to its own existence.

"Thor, you finally understand. You and I were born monsters, and the rest are nothing but dust and insects. Compared to those false racial and emotional identities, we, who possess the power to shatter the world, are the true kindred spirits. How can an order established by a bunch of dust confine us!"

The vertical pupils were pitch black, terrifyingly dark, like an abyss capable of swallowing everything.

"In this world, only the weak obey the strong. How can the strong obey the weak? The strong obey the weak only because they are not strong enough. Only those of us who possess the power to overturn and define all order can completely disregard the opinions of those specks of dust. Even if the entire universe opposes us, we are nothing more than a bunch of tiny specks of dust, easily destroyed!"

"The emotions among those tiny specks, the ethics established among those tiny specks, the order followed among those tiny specks, are only ever used to restrain those equally weak specks. We can never be bound by the order established by these tiny specks; it is nothing more than a thin rope tying up an elephant!"

"Thor! Unleash your desires! Vent them! Show the world your power! Let the world tremble under your terrifying power!!! And then... be killed by me, Jormungandr!!!!"

The giant serpent laughed maniacally. It finally understood that what it longed for was not revenge at all. What it longed for was the exhilarating feeling of fighting and killing another of its own kind. The appearance, the physical body, and other things that ordinary people see could not bother this pure monster devoid of humanity.

What it felt in Thor was a sense of belonging to one of its own kind.

Thor, who holds the title of the strongest, has always been a monster. However, since birth, this monster has been restrained by Odin, the king of the gods, in various names such as "benevolence, justice, kindness, and love." The monster clumsily learns the ethics and order of the dust particles, imitates their appearance, and pretends to be human. But the fighting desire in his nature makes him impossible to restrain. He was born to crave and pursue battle.

Therefore, Thor, despite being Odin's eldest son, was unable to inherit the throne of the gods. Some believe it was because Thor was not born to the goddess Frigg and was therefore not legitimate; others believe it was because Thor needed to guard the west against the frost giants for many years, leaving him no time to attend to other matters and thus unable to inherit the throne. But the real reason was that Odin, the king of the gods, had long seen through the violent nature hidden within Thor. He was always wary of his eldest son, preventing the occurrence of Rhaegaruk and Ragnarok because of him.

It's ridiculous that a monster was actually taught by Odin, the king of gods, to become a god.

That's why the serpent didn't realize Thor's true nature at first, and could only instinctively pay extra attention to Thor, feeling that he was very unusual. But now, looking at the deep darkness in Thor's pupils, the serpent finally understood.

This isn't a battle between gods and monsters; it's always been a battle between monsters.

As for this fellow serpent, while there was unexpected joy, the greater emotion was a deep, eager desire to devour it. Devouring this fellow serpent would bring it far more satisfaction than consuming gods.

It was not afraid of being angered by Thor's actions, and thus regained its fighting spirit and became stronger. Fear of fighting the strong, fear of death, and even fear of such emotions are only the exclusive domain of dust. This arrogant and disdainful serpent craved to kill the strong and devour them. Only in this way could it feel the excitement that pushed it to its limit.

Kill the opponent! Or be killed by the opponent!
This feeling of walking between life and death is like the most deadly poppy, making the giant snake unable to resist.

Finally, in the frenzied clash between the two monsters, the already shattered continent was instantly pulverized. The enormous hole created by the serpent expanded to completely engulf the entire human world of Midgard. Except for the floating divine realm of Asgard and its inhabitants, which managed to remain afloat, everything else, including Thor and the serpent, was swallowed by the hole and plunged into that world of death…

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What is the world of the dead like? It is barren and desolate, shrouded in endless mist. It is the lowest level of the World Tree, the final resting place of all the dead. Only the dead can move about here. Even gods would be devoured and become the dead if they stepped into this realm of death ruled by Hela, the goddess of death.

It is precisely for this reason that Hela, the Goddess of Death, dares to repeatedly offend the gods, because even the gods cannot enter this world of death. If it weren't for the runes created by Odin, whose almost omnipotent power could also circumvent the world of death, Hela, the Goddess of Death, would probably have already rivaled Odin, the King of Gods.

On this day, many spirits and ancient, departed gods in the world of the dead witnessed a scene they had never seen before...

A huge hole was torn open in the blood-red "sky" of the underworld, and countless living beings, giants, heroic spirits, and monsters fell from that hole.

The aura of death immediately eroded them. At this moment, even the greatest power became useless. Those giants who had multiplied since the ancient chaotic era, those heroic spirits who were forcibly drawn to Valhalla by Odin's runic power, those monsters who should have been immortal... all wailed and screamed, forced to transform into wandering souls and skeletons, becoming Hela's servants.

However, among the billions of beings that fell into death, there was one giant whose entire body was shrouded in lightning, but he did not change.

Death, the ultimate fate of all life, had no effect on it.

No, it should be said that the speed at which it was transformed into the dead was far too slow. Although the blood of the living was gradually turning cold, if it were left to wait for seven days and seven nights, this god who embodied all greatness and glory would eventually be transformed into the dead. But before that, death clearly could not easily subdue him.

As this great deity fell to death, amidst the maniacal laughter that echoed throughout the entire world of death, a colossal, greedy, tyrannical, and enormous creature, whose body almost filled the entire "sky" of the world of death, also forced its way into this world that should have belonged only to the dead through the huge hole.

(End of this chapter)