Crimson flames scorched the heavens, the sea also set ablaze by the fire giants into an ocean of flames, the endless inferno stretching for thousands, tens of thousands of miles, raging fiercely on what was once a blue expanse, the air filled with the acrid stench of smoke and roasting flesh.
In the sky obscured by countless figures, at every moment innumerable einherjar and monster corpses plummeted from the air to the ground, these einherjar warriors who sang their death songs with passion in life, even if they were broken to bits still had to, before their deaths, drag their shattered and incomplete frames, laughing madly as they tore off flesh from those monsters with their teeth, their fervent blood painting the sky, turning into a rain of gore, interweaving in this world of a sea of fire.
And those frost giants gathered out of hatred also refused to show any weakness, they marched with steps that made the earth quake, wherever they passed they uprooted every mountain, trampled every inch of land, roaring with fury, the mountain-sized giants raised the thousand-zhang tall peaks in their hands as weapons, smashing against that tens of thousands of miles long, majestic city wall protecting the realm of the gods from violation.
Even though on the city wall, those gods clad in war-armor, valiant and skilled in battle, swung the weapons in their hands, cutting down one frost giant after another, the number of frost giants seemed to not diminish at all, as far as the eye could see, from the farthest horizon to the foot of the nearest city wall, everywhere there were those mountain-striding frost giants surging towards this realm of the gods that had fallen to the earth - Asgard.
The einherjar warriors, numbering in the millions, trained by Odin in Valhalla for over ten thousand years, guarded the vast city walls and continuously fired their bows and arrows, a torrent of arrows like a torrential downpour poured down from the city walls in an unending stream, under that thick and dark rain of arrows not even a single ray of light could penetrate, and under this dense hail of arrows, the giants and numerous monsters were scythed down like wheat.
However, the giants still seemed to not comprehend the meaning of death as they surged towards Asgard, that frost giant leader Thrym was even more brazen, he raised the Mount Famir in his hand, that was the tallest mountain peak in the human world, the towering mountain peak was perpetually snow-capped, however, this mountain peak was directly ripped out from the earth by Thrym to be used as a weapon.
This frost giant leader, whose stature far exceeded that of any of his brethren, raised high the Mount Famir in his hand, mustering all his might, the muscles on his arms bulging like hills, and then hurled it towards Asgard.
"Rumble…"
The millions of tons of mountain peak flew out with a resounding boom, thunderously smashing onto the city wall of Asgard, when this mountain peak collided with the city wall of the realm of the gods, this tallest mountain in the world instantly turned to dust, pulverized.
But that heavy, overwhelming force also made a section of this thought to be unbreachable city wall shudder, then, that segment of the majestic great wall struck by the mountain peak collapsed with a thunderous crash, seizing this chance, countless frost giants cheered and poured into Asgard through this breach.
The beautiful Asgard, filled with gardens, palaces and all sorts of exotic flowers and plants, this time welcomed many savage and brutal uninvited guests, these frost giants raised their gigantic feet, crudely crushing to powder those gardens the gods had carefully arranged for over ten thousand years, the clear and pristine gurgling springs directly frozen over, the various delicate flowers and plants within brutally trampled, those lifelike statues also casually kicked over, these frost giants guffawed loudly as they toppled any exquisite palace they saw before them.
Asgard, once beautiful as a dream, in an instant faced utter ruin.
"You!"
The spring goddess Idunn, wearing battle-armor and wielding a long sword, frantically trying to stop those giants from scaling the city wall, suddenly glimpsed this scene not far beside her from the corner of her eye, this beautiful goddess, anxious and furious, disregarded all else and wanted to fly to that city wall breach, trying to stop those frost giants from continuing to swarm into Asgard through the gap in the city wall.
But suddenly…
"Roar!"
Her vision abruptly went black, accompanied by the roar of a monster, a violent gale assailed her, before she could react she was gulped into its belly.
The spring goddess - Idunn, dead.
And the poetry god Bragi, who was fighting fiercely with those frost giants, hearing the roar of the monster behind him, suddenly whipped his head around, dumbfounded as he looked towards where the goddess Idunn should have been, amidst the charge of countless giants, that serpent, so colossal its edges could not be seen, making even those mountain-like giants beside it seem as tiny as ants, was raising its head, swallowing a small thing in its maw.
Clearly, it was not very pleased with the appetizer it had just eaten.
"Idunn!!!"
Seeing his wife being devoured, the poetry god Bragi's eyes nearly split, this god who had always been considered somewhat craven raised the weapon in his hand, bellowing, and tried to charge at that great serpent.
But then, from the void behind him, a massive demon wolf suddenly emerged, the man-sized demon wolf bit the poetry god Bragi's calf, the caught off guard poetry god was dragged to the ground, the next moment, that demon wolf directly pounced on Bragi, its huge maw filled with fangs gaped wide, directly gulping down this poetry god.
The poetry god Bragi, dead.
And just as the great serpent shook its head, trying to hunt other gods, suddenly, an enraged roar drew the attention of this great serpent.
"Jormungandr!!!"
This voice was so familiar… so much so that during the over ten thousand years the great serpent was imprisoned, it would occasionally jolt awake from nightmares, and then, there would be that deep anger and hatred.
Turning to look, beside it, that god who was as minuscule as a speck of dust before it, his body drenched in blood, holding that hammer known throughout the cosmos in his hand, furiously glaring at it, naturally the blood on his body would not be his own, there were also not many in this universe who could make him bleed, that was the blood of the giants he had remorselessly crushed to death.
The vertical pupils slowly contracted.
Not only because it encountered a formidable foe, but also because it encountered that old nemesis it loathed to the extreme, its fated arch-enemy.
From the instant the great serpent was born into this world, it had all sorts of inextricable ties with this thunder god Thor.
Loki's three children were originally concealed by their giantess mother Angrboda in the frost giants' Jotunheim, but in the end, they were directly snatched from the frost giants' Jotunheim by Thor, it was directly flung into the boundless deep sea by Thor, and it was also personally sealed by this thunder god together with the other gods at the bottom of that great sea, completely immobilized, unable to turn over for ten thousand years.
In every sense, this thunder god Thor was undoubtedly the great serpent's mortal enemy, the resentment and hatred between the two were absolutely irreconcilable.
And looking at this mortal enemy before it, the countless dark and baleful human emotions in the great serpent's heart surged forth, in the vertical, cold serpentine pupils, gradually morphing into crazed and warped darkness.
Those whispering voices echoed in the great serpent's ears, its restless and impatient instincts made the great serpent eager to completely devour this thunder god.
"Hehe… Hahahahahaha!!!!!!"
The overwhelmingly vast spiritual power overflowed into reality, making the air tremble with it, turning into the great serpent's mad cackling.
And the next moment, this great serpent suddenly opened its abyssal huge jaws, lunging towards this thunder god faster than the eye could follow…
The thunder god who remained in place seemed to have long anticipated this, his figure instantly vanishing from where he stood, then, the head as colossal as a chain of undulating mountains directly smashed into the earth, in an instant, the very earth quaked and mountains shook, the rumbling of the earthquake made this battlefield, already chaotic and ravaged, even more turbulent.
In another direction, the demon wolf Fenrir faced a one-eyed god before it, looking at that god gripping a divine spear, an overwhelming feeling of imminent danger made it involuntarily let out a low growl…