"Powerless powerless powerless powerless powerless powerless powerless powerless powerless powerless powerless powerless powerless powerless!!!!!!"
The Serpent, its vertical pupils filled with all manner of madness and darkness, furiously roared, its attacks aimed at the thunder god Thor suddenly increasing several-fold in intensity, that lightning-fast speed, paired with that incomparably colossal body, made the Serpent's every move seem as if it would make the heavens collapse and earth shatter, the entire Midgard, the human world enveloped by the vast ocean, on the verge of violently rupturing under the Serpent's onslaught.
Each of the Serpent's attacks would smash into this continent, then leave a severely fissured crater nearly the size of a human nation, several thousand miles in radius, innumerable fractures several thousand, even over ten thousand miles long spreading out from this crater, and in those abyssal crevices, endless magma gushed forth.
Under this fierce assault, the thunder god could not even evade, only able to frantically parry left and right with the magic hammer in his hand, having only the ability to defend, but utterly lacking the strength to counterattack, and this scene only further infuriated this violent Serpent.
"Roar!!!!!!"
Accompanied by the Serpent's furious bellows, this behemoth with a body so immense it could encircle the entire continent, a head so titanic it could nearly blot out the sky, suddenly raised its head high, then, that gigantic head that nearly shrouded the world below in darkness abruptly smashed down towards the world beneath it.
Before that colossal object moving at extreme speed, the air below was violently compressed, then burst, forming a series of intense and terrifying sonic booms, that immense pressure even forming a severe shockwave in advance, directly pressing down heavily upon all the creatures and matter beneath the massive object.
"Clatter clatter clatter…"
Under the unimaginably immense atmospheric pressure, those frail stones on the ground crumbled one after another, unable to withstand the force.
The thunder god raised his head, above him, that absolute darkness that seemed to obscure all light between heaven and earth was rapidly expanding in his field of vision, as if about to engulf the entire world beneath it.
The heavy atmospheric pressure on his body was as tangible as if physically crushing him, the air feeling as dense as if filled with lead, so heavy it was difficult to breathe, his feet already deeply mired in the earth.
The soil below was unable to bear such immense atmospheric pressure, the entire earth groaning, under this powerful force, with the thunder god Thor at the center, splintering outwards inch by inch, the entire ground forcibly pressed down several notches.
Moreover, along with that still intensely magnifying atmospheric pressure, the ground continued to sink unceasingly, those creatures with frailer constitutions had already been pulverized into bloody mist by the force, even some giants, unable to withstand such tremendous pressure, had no choice but to kneel on the ground to endure this indescribably immense atmospheric pressure.
Other beings were already like this, and the thunder god Thor, bearing the brunt of it, was obviously under even more intense strain, his face flushed crimson from this immense atmospheric pressure, the veins on his forehead bulging, the magic hammer Mjolnir in his hand nearly too heavy to lift.
In his azure pupils, that already incomparably massive object had filled every inch of the sky, yet it was still continuously expanding, allowing him to clearly see every detail on every scale, to feel the all sorts of madness and horrifying aura permeating this monster before him…
"Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble!!!!!!!!!"
Amidst the heaven-quaking, earth-rending thunderous booms, that land of millions of miles fractured and shattered, the incomparably vast land suddenly smashed to pieces by the enraged Serpent's headbutt, splitting and breaking into two enormous continents and countless islands, at the same time, the shattered continents also revealing a black abyss below…
The underworld of Helheim below Midgard, the bottommost layer of the World Tree.
Accompanied by the countless - millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions - screams of giants, einherjar, draugr, and serpent folk plummeting into the abyss of death, Thor, barely shielding himself with the magic hammer in his hand, had no choice but to hover in the air above this black abyss, narrowly avoiding plunging into that realm of death, escaping the fate of becoming one of the deceased.
But he, having directly withstood the Serpent's attack, now also looked extremely battered.
The armor on his body nearly entirely shattered, his physique that divine weapons could not injure now covered in flowing golden ichor, his once proud face now utterly silent, only slightly panting.
That right hand gripping the magic hammer Mjolnir, covered in blood and ruptured wounds, quivering faintly from having borne an incomparably immense force that made the tiger's mouth split, evidently, it was already difficult for him to grasp that magic hammer in his hand now.
And before him, the Serpent's gargantuan body deeply sunken into the ocean, coiled around the entire human world of Midgard before it, merely raising its head to gaze down on the shattered continent before it, the gods and giants battling like motes of dust, the vertical pupils staring down at the thunder god Thor below filled with deep madness and fury.
"Thor, since when have you grown so weak? When did your hammer become so feeble?!!!"
In this thunder god's ears, the Serpent's overwhelmingly immense spiritual power made the air quiver, turning into the Serpent's deeply enraged roar.
Indescribable rage and violence filled this great Serpent's body, making it want to nearly rend the entire world asunder.
Over the past ten thousand years, the anger and humiliation of being suppressed at the bottom of the sea made this great Serpent suffer agony, the torment of being unable to even turn over made it constantly try to seek vengeance on those gods and the thunder god Thor who had sealed it.
It had painstakingly endured for over ten thousand years, every time it was about to descend into madness and deep hunger, it would think again and again that it had to persevere, all for the sake of waiting for this retribution ten thousand years later.
After ten thousand years of waiting, it had finally broken free, but what it faced was a "feeble thunder god" who could only defend and had no strength to retaliate before it?!!
Just like a swordsman who was defeated by his nemesis when he was young, practicing swordplay day and night, regardless of cold or heat, for over a decade, and when his fencing attained deific perfection and he felt he could finally do it, he went to seek revenge on that former foe, but what he saw was a half-paralyzed cripple addled with age, with severed limbs and nerve atrophy - would this swordsman feel joy because of this?
No!
There would only be deep fury born from the stupefaction afterwards!
Agonizingly tolerating for over ten thousand years, all to be able to fight an unrestrained battle, to make the adversary feel the pain and torment it had endured for over ten thousand years of being sealed, then swallowing the despairing foe into its belly, downing this cup of fine wine brewed from marrow-deep enmity for over ten thousand years in one gulp, only then would this great Serpent feel the pleasure after taking its revenge.
But now, what it faced was actually such a pitiful worm???
What had its over ten thousand years of forbearance and suffering all been for!!!
Deep disappointment and rage filled the Serpent's pupils, a thick, terrifying aura emanating from its body, and before it, the thunder god only mutely gazed at it.