A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

At this moment, Sol surpassed the Father!

At this moment, the power of the storm battle ax cast with stars as its core has been completely released.

The earth-shattering thunder and lightning erupted with astonishingly dazzling glare, as if echoing the arrival of a new generation of god-kings. Sol, dressed in a majestic glow made of seven colors, swung down the ax blade with a destructive force.

boom--! ! !

No one can stop the blow that surpasses the Heavenly Father!

A vast wave of air swept through the sky with an astonishing roar, and the giant ax in the thunder and rays of light split open along with the entire battleship.

However, this is only the beginning. After the giant ax split the battleship, its strength did not decrease at all. The violently vibrating atmosphere and space were directly torn apart, until it plowed half of Asgard's ground into a canyon, The entire ocean surface was split into two halves.

"no no!!!"

"It's only one step away... we can revive!!!"

In the rising flames and tyrannical thunder, Malekith died with his ambition.

There was not even the slightest room for struggle, together with the remaining hundreds of dark elves, and the battleship that symbolized the glorious era, turned into a burning ruin and fell to the ground and exploded.

The hope of the dark elves fell in Thor's hands.

After going through the process of being overjoyed first and then greatly saddened, it's just that the ending came so fast that no one could react.

"Do not!!!"

Algrim, who saw this scene, let out a desperate roar.

The last leader of their clan, Malekith, died just like that, and all the remaining clansmen were buried with him.

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

Rocket Raccoon hid in the corner and said in despair after witnessing the whole process: "Everything is over, the past has been changed!"

The death of the leader of the dark elves means that everything that follows will never happen again, whether it is the Great War in London, the death of Saul's mother Frigg, or even the existence of ether particles, all will change!

The past has been changed!

Saul, the instigator of all this, immediately set his sights on the murderer who killed his mother.

Algrim, the only remaining cursed warrior of the dark elves, with scarlet eyes filled with endless anger, collided with Sol's sight across the distance, and the space vibrated violently as if being hit by a heavy object.

The hatred of killing the mother and the hatred of the slaughtered clan!

The two hostile parties were in the same mood at the moment, rushing towards each other full of anger.

"As long as you kill him...kill him...mother can live!" Saul only had this thought in his mind, and all other worries and thoughts were now thrown away by him Finally, the only thought was to kill Algrim.

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

Anger is like a catalyst, activating the fragments of ether particles, endowing Algrim with stronger power, roaring like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, the ground of the palace collapses layer by layer, and the tyrannical figure leaps into the sky Rush to Sol.

The two rushed towards each other like meteors, colliding with each other at a height of hundreds of meters.

The air that collided with each other oscillated repeatedly, like a huge destructive vortex, trying to pull the air around the entire Asgard into it, and everything that touched the core area was crushed at this moment.

Even the people on the ground who are more than [-] meters away can feel how strong the impact of both sides is.

The gusts of wind that swept up abruptly lifted the ground, and countless people were knocked out by this force. The outer wall of Asgard Palace let out an overwhelmed wail, and huge boulders were pulled down by the shock wave.

A merciless fight is more cruel than any battlefield.

The hatred between each other has long been irreconcilable, and only the idea of ​​killing each other supports the two madly attacking each other.

But it was just a collision, and Algrim was knocked into the air for hundreds of meters. After collapsing several walls of the Asgard, before he got up and regained his posture, he was punched by the rushing Sol into the ground.

Boom boom boom...

The entire Asgard was shaking violently, letting out roaring groans.

Thor with his hair disheveled like a madman, waved his calloused fists, and poured them on Algrim's body one after another like a storm, even though the blood splashed all over his cheeks and eyes, he didn't care.

Algrim had no power to fight back, screaming and being brutally beaten by Sol.

From the room on the highest floor of Asgard, the two entered Odin's Silver Hall all the way.

In front of the supreme throne, they bit each other like wild beasts, relying on the only advantage of their vitality, Algrim fought back reluctantly.

But as time went by, the situation seemed to have changed a little.

Algrim, who had been being beaten all the time, noticed that the power from Thor's fist was weakening. From the very beginning, the strength of every punch could almost kill him, and now it doesn't hurt to hit him several times in a row. itch.

Although he didn't know what happened, he realized that it was time to fight back!

With a roar, Algrim pushed away Thor who was pressing on him with both arms, his eyes were ferocious, and his hair stood on end. The fragments of ether particles transformed into a steady stream of power, and he punched Thor heavily.

Sol, who was pushed away by surprise, was punched directly on the face, and the nasal bone collapsed instantly and the blood scattered.

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

Algrim became excited in an instant, and flew forward to fight back, swinging his fists and raining them down.

bang bang bang bang...  

Sol didn't even have time to catch his breath before he was hit with more than a dozen heavy punches.

Even with the outstanding physique of an Asgardian, as hard as steel, he couldn't withstand Algrim's attack. He left a dozen deep fist marks on his chest and abdomen, and his ribs and sternum were broken. I don't know how many, and blood flowed out of the ear holes.

Sol put his legs on the ground to stop backing, and reached out to summon the Storm Axe.

But Algrim, who knew the power of the axe, didn't give him this chance at all. He rushed forward and punched him again, bringing a tragic and bloody smell that permeated the entire silver hall.

Sol, who couldn't find a chance, could only punch again.

Boom!

There was another huge shock in the silver hall, and dense cracks spread all over the ground.

Thor took the punch hard, and his whole body was already dripping with blood, but Algrim didn't know the pain and injury, and rushed towards him again roaring, and the two started punching again.

At this moment in the battle, there is no skill at all.

The only belief that supports each other is the indelible hatred in the chest.

You punch, I punch.

No one knew how many punches were thrown, they just repeated mechanical movements.

The soaring blood spilled all over the surroundings, filling every crack, and the air was filled with bright red blood, as if silently telling how terrible the brutality of the battle was.

After battering and attacking hundreds of punches, the two finally stopped.

Algrim's armor was shattered and peeled off, revealing the original appearance of a dark elf, but at this moment he was more like a blood elf, his black skin was almost covered in blood, and there were crack-like scarlet lines slowly wriggling.

But Sol was already like a candle in the wind, his breath was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"You lost... Thor!"

Algrim was drenched in blood, like a demon crawling out of a pool of blood, staring at him with red eyes: "I will kill you, and then avenge our family!"

why......

The power... will suddenly become so much weaker?

The things in front of Sol's eyes became unreal, and he still didn't understand what happened.

Ever since he destroyed Malekith, the leader of the dark elves, his strength has been declining exponentially, and now he has become even worse than when he was a child, and the frailty is not as good as a young child in Asgard.

"Go to hell—Sol!"

Algrim roared and charged, his palm piercing Thor's heart like a sword.

Am I... dying?

Thor's eyelids drooped, thick blood dripped, and he didn't even have the strength to move a step at this moment.

But, at this moment!

A person suddenly appeared during the magic wave, blocking between Sol and Algrim.

Pfft——!

The bright red blood rolled down like jade beads, and petals bloomed on the ground.

Algrim's killing blow pierced through the chest of the woman in fine clothes, and finally stopped on Sol's chest, and was tightly hugged by two hands.

Looking at the beautifully dressed woman, Thorton was struck by lightning for a moment, his stiff lips twitched: "Mother...mother queen?!!!"

The person who blocked the fatal blow for Sol was Sol's mother, Queen Frigg.

The changed fate went around in a circle, and finally got back on track.

Frigga, who died at the hands of Algrim, died at the hands of Algrim in another form.

Those who tried to change their destiny were met with the most ruthless ridicule.