MTL - Godslayer In the Comic World-Chapter 293 Let's get revenge! Legion of the Undead
Chapter 293 Revenge! Legion of the Undead
This is a dusty history.
To be honest, the hero who has achieved dominance always has such a dark history when he started his business.
Sif knows nothing about this dark history that existed before she was born, but this does not mean that she lacks vision.
In the eyes of mortals, this is just a huge morgue, and every corpse is placed on a white jade platform that looks like a coffin.
In the vision of the gods, Sif clearly saw that the spiritual light lingering on each corpse was so concentrated that its concentration of spiritual power even surpassed most active Asgardian centurions.
Even if you don’t look at their old armors that have turned black and are even covered with verdigris, you can tell from the armor style of Asgard that has not changed for tens of thousands of years that these undead warriors were all generals in their lifetime!
Not to mention that in the due west of the underground palace, a giant wolf corpse as large as a hill was lying there quietly, waiting for the master's call in the dead silence.
Ange is also feeling: it is too huge, far bigger than what someone saw in the movie. Just a wolf claw is as big as a well-known Leopard II tank on Earth. Although it is not as huge as in the myth, "it is said that when it opens its mouth, its upper and lower jaws can withstand the sky and the earth", but with this size, it is absolutely correct to say that it is a giant.
"Hiss!" Sif gasped.
For a moment, she almost wanted to draw her sword and point at Kratos, because handing such a terrifying army into the hands of an Outer God undoubtedly put the lives of the people and soldiers of Asgard at stake. Play with fire.
But she and the whole clan couldn't afford to lose.
Interestingly, Ange noticed Sif's psychological changes sensitively. Watching Sif subconsciously put her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist, feeling the fleeting momentum, Ange smiled, He raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"What? Afraid that I will master this army of death and it will be bad for Asgard?"
Ange's teasing was really cold, so cold that Sif felt a trance feeling like her blood was congealed instantly. She was indeed afraid that the next sentence the other party would say would be ‘Congratulations, you guessed it right. 'What.
Her whole body was numb, and she didn't know how to answer the conversation.
Afraid?
She was really afraid.
Intelligently, she forced herself to calm down again, because the foreign **** in front of her had an excellent reputation, and everyone believed him.
Ange walked over with the eternal flame in his left hand, and his right hand lightly rested on her left shoulder armor.
"Everyone knows the truth, why don't we make a bet."
"What bet?" Gambling is the favorite program of the Asa Protoss, and the wild Protoss warriors can bet on almost everything. When the other party mentioned this, Sif felt relieved.
Anger's smirk became more obvious: "I have no intention of possessing this powerful and terrifying army that makes the Asgardians feel uncomfortable for a long time. If I really use them to help you through this crisis this time, after you arrive on Earth How about a date with me?"
After a short moment of astonishment, the expression on Sif's heroic face was wonderful.
There is tension, there is a little anger, there is an accident, and there is a little joy.
The colorful mood created complex expressions, and finally she laughed heartily: "Okay! It's a deal."
Ange tilted his head, winked for a moment, and then flipped his hands, the flames immediately turned into a strange green. Sif stared at Ange, watching him slap the eternal flame on the floor.
Poof!
A group of green flames turned into a translucent shock wave and spread towards the surroundings. If you look down at it, you will feel that it is an expanding donut.
It has nothing to do with sweetness or anything.
There's just horror, and...exploitation!
"Crack, click!"
The dead bones who had been silent for tens of thousands of years suddenly reacted, and the ghostly flames poured into their souls, awakening them from the ancient dream.
Plenty of dust fell from the gaps between their seemingly rusted bones, and then they stood up in various stances unimaginable by mortals, holding broken weapons that were still full of gaps.
"Quack, quack, quack." Their jaws kept trembling, almost falling off their skulls. The flickering fire in their eye sockets and their mute mouths express the same meaning—
Who are you? ?
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The world-destroying wolf Fenrir also woke up from hell. It opened its big mouth that could easily bite the deck of a space carrier, revealing its ferocious fangs.
When an animal bares its fangs, it often means that it is ready to attack.
At this moment, no matter how big-hearted Sif is, she still has strong unease.
Ange opened his arms high, as if he was going to hug Fenrir in the next second, his voice echoed in the dark temple of death: "The powerful death wolf Fenrir, the warriors of the death army, I know You are wondering why it is not your most loyal master, the goddess of death, Hela, who wakes you up."
Ange's voice silenced the undead. They express their anger with a sudden fire of the soul. He was also puzzled because his power actually came from this strange god.
Ange didn't whet their appetites, and announced the answer on the spot: "The reason is naturally—Hela was murdered by [Big Snake] Yemengade!"
The voice fell.
"Ow—" The huge demon wolf let out an extremely rough howl.
"Ho Ho Ho Ho!" Countless death warriors knocked their sword hilts to the ground, expressing their inner dissatisfaction and anger in the most primitive way.
For a while, the noise in the treasure house of Asgard Palace made the guards of Asgard Palace, who were nervously evacuating the people above, nervous for a while.
Hogan gritted his teeth: "Keep alert, but give priority to evacuating the people."
"Understood." The guards were uneasy, and many of them looked over there uncontrollably. They were very worried that Asgard would have to face an unexpected attack before Yermungandr came.
Yet their worst fears did not materialize.
Under the treasure house of Asgard.
"This is not a lie! When you see Jormungandr, you will really feel who killed Hela!" Ange faced Fenrir's eyes burning with cold anger, and said seriously: " And I am an Outer God who has inherited part of Hella's power. All I can give you is a chance for revenge. Whether you want to seize this opportunity, or disobey me and turn back into meaningless dry bones, yourselves Choose!"
The ferocious anger of the demon wolf Fenrir and the soldiers of the Death Legion was connected through the soul, surging into Ange's soul.
If he was an ordinary person, it is estimated that just the front of this surge of soul would be enough to drive him out of his wits.
Fortunately, after becoming a god, his soul power also grew exponentially.
Within two minutes, the undead calmed down.
This is…
The calm before the storm.
Helpless obedience for revenge.
(end of this chapter)
