I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

A wave of huge amounts of air broke through the clouds, making a terrible roar, thunder and haze of lightning blasted the ax and the entire battleship together.

But this was only the beginning, for the ax lost none of its strength after piercing the battleship, and the violent vibrations of the atmosphere and space tore it apart until it plowed a furrow in half Asgard and split the entire sea in the distance. .

"no no!!!"

"Just one step away....we are on the road to rebirth!!!"

In the surging flames and thunder, Malekith was buried with his ambition.

Unable to withstand even the slightest struggle, together with the remaining hundreds of dark elves and the battleship that symbolized the glorious era, they fell to the ground like burning ruins and exploded with a loud noise.

The dark elves' hope rests in Thor's hands.

After going through the process of great joy and great sorrow, the ending came so quickly that no one could react.

"Do not!!!"

Seeing this scene, Al let out a desperate roar.

Malekis, the last leader of their tribe, indeed died in this way, and all remaining tribe members were buried with him.

"It's over, it's over, it's over..."

Rocket the Raccoon hid in a corner, and when he saw all this, he said in despair. "It's over, the past has been changed!".

The death of the dark elf leader means that nothing will happen again, whether it is the great battle in London, or the death of Thor's mother Fridge, or even the existence of ether particles!".

In the past, it has changed!

Thor, the man who started it all, immediately turns his attention to his mother's killer.

Algrim, the only remaining cursed warrior among the dark elves, his scarlet eyes were filled with infinite anger, his gaze collided with Thor in the distance, the space trembled violently, as if being struck by a heavy object hit.

The mother was killed, and the tribe was slaughtered! This is the murder of the mother, and the massacre of the tribe.

At this moment, both opposing sides had the same mood, rushing towards each other with anger.

"Just kill him... and kill his mother to survive!" This was the only thought in Thor's mind, all other worries and thoughts were left behind by him now, the only thought was to kill Algrim.

"I'm going to kill you Thor!!!"

Wrath acted as a catalyst, reviving the shards of ether particles, giving Algolim greater power. Roaring like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus, he smashed the palace floor to pieces as his tyrannical form leaped high and charged at Thor.

They shot toward each other like meteors and collided with a boom hundreds of feet high.

The air shook from the collision, and a huge amounts of destructive vortex seemed to pull the air around Asgard into its own body, and everything that touched the core area was shattered at that moment.

Even the crowd on the ground more than a hundred meters away can feel how strong the impact of both sides is.

A gust of wind swept across the entire palace, hitting the ground fiercely, and countless people were knocked unconscious. The walls of Asgard groaned unbearably, and the Shockwave knocked down boulders.

Ruthless killing is more cruel than any killing on the battlefield.

The mutual hatred has long been irreconcilable, and only the thought of killing each other makes the two attack each other frantically.

But with one blow, Algrim was sent flying several hundred meters, and before he could stand up again, he was knocked to the ground by the advancing Thor, knocking down several walls of Asgard.

Boom boom boom boom.

The whole of Asgard shook violently and let out a sonorous and forceful moan.

Thor tossing his hair like a madman, swinging his callused fist, blow after blow to Algolim's body, causing blood to flood his cheeks and eyes.

Algolim, helpless, screamed as Thor struck him.

From the highest chamber of the Temple of the Immortal the two came to Odin's Silver Hall.

Before the throne of supremacy, they bit each other like beasts, and Algolim resisted reluctantly with his only vitality advantage.

But over time, things changed a bit.

Algolim, who was being beaten, noticed that the strength of Saul's fists was weakening, from the initial every punch that almost killed him, to the current several consecutive punches on him without pain.

Without knowing what's going on, he realizes it's time to fight back!

With a roar, Algrim pushed his hands away from Thor's body, his eyes became more and more fierce, his hair stood on end, the fragments of ether particles turned into constant power, and he punched Thor hard with his fist. to Thor's face.

Thor, who was pushed away, was hit in the face, his nose burst instantly, and blood gushed out.

It worked! This guy...he really got weaker!

Pulling himself together in an instant, Algrim pounced on him, counterattacked, and swung his fists like rain.

bang bang bang...

Thor didn't even have time to catch his breath before the punch came at him.

The protruding physique of the Asgardian was as hard as steel, but it couldn't withstand Algrim's attack. He left a dozen deep fist marks on his chest and abdomen, and an unknown number of ribs and sternum were broken. Blood gushed from his earholes.

Thor put his feet on the ground, stopped his retreat, and reached out to summon the storm axe.

But Algrim, who was well aware of the power of the ax 067, didn't give him a chance. He stepped forward and hit it again with his fist. The entire silver hall was filled with a gloomy and heavy smell of blood.

Seeing no chance, Thor was forced to throw another punch.

Boom! Boom! Boom

Another violent shake of the silver hall sent thick cracks in the floor.

Thor took the blow so much that his entire body was already drenched in blood, but Algrim ignored the pain and wounds and lunged at him with renewed rage, and the two began punching each other again.

At this stage of the fight, there was nothing left.

The only thing that sustains each other is the unquenchable hatred in their hearts.

If you fight, I will fight too.

No one knows how many hits have been made, only the repetition of mechanical actions.

The spilled blood poured out to the surroundings, filling every gap, and the air was filled with a bright red halo of blood, as if silently telling how terrible this battle was.

After frantically punching each other hundreds of times, the two finally stopped.

Algrim's armor fragments shattered and peeled off, revealing his true face as a dark elf, but now he looks more like a blood elf, his black skin is almost covered with blood, and the scarlet lines are slowly revealed.

And Thor is as weak as a candle in the wind, his breathing barely audible.

"You have lost........ Thor!".