blogombal Page 129
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John Connor was stunned and subconsciously glanced at the people behind him.
"The Warriors Three of Asgard: Fandral, Vostagg, and Hogan."
"Sif!"
very good……
Finally, I encountered the legendary low-end pantheon.
I've heard of it before. It's said that I once connected to a world where there was a being called Cain, the Blood God, who shared the same name as the progenitor of the vampires in mythology. Yet, he couldn't even defeat a first-rate extraordinary being.
From then on, the incredibly shameful concept of low-end mythology appeared in the realm of gods.
Today, John Connor finally witnessed it firsthand.
Not only did I witness it, but I also saw the pantheon of the god who staged the accident.
John Connor was at a loss, unsure how to explain the utterly shameful concept of the "low-end myth" to the group in front of him. He was simply afraid that these guys would fly into a rage on the spot.
863 So, when the time comes, should we beat them up, or beat them up?
Ultimately, his good instincts prevailed, and somewhat embarrassed, he began to explain the difference between low-end myths and supreme myths to the group.
After hearing these words, the faces of the Asgardian elites present all turned ashen.
Good grief, one day, someone tells you that you come from a low-end mythology, are a bunch of counterfeit products, and that because you share a name with a great being in the supreme mythology, you'd better change your name, otherwise it's an offense.
Who could stand this? Who could withstand this?!
She lost her temper! She lost her temper right there and then!
Thor, who has the most explosive temper, immediately exploded.
The aura of a top-tier, first-class level was completely unleashed, accompanied by the roar of Thor's hammer, and rings of violent lightning raged all around.
Just as Thor was enraged, suddenly, from the sky above...
boom! ! ! !
Vast, unparalleled, godlike, and terrifying divine power spread out instantly.
In just a moment, he subdued everyone present and pinned them to the ground.
In an instant, the divine power dissipated, and at the same time, a cold divine voice resounded throughout the entire arena.
"Because of your transgression, if you do it again, you will die!"
One second, two seconds...
Time keeps passing.
A long time passed before Thor's shocked and bewildered voice finally rang out from the scene.
"This, what exactly is this..."
Instinctively, I looked at the old man, John Connor.
John Connor looked on with awe: "The King of Fear, a demigod, a being in the upper echelons of the divine realm, and also the supreme leader of the Fear Warriors you fought before."
Soon after, John Connor added, "These are only demigods; your names offend beings of higher order."
Loki swallowed hard. "Speaking of which," he thought, "why don't I change my name?"
Chapter 152 Can I Destroy This World?
"idiot!"
In the upper realm of the gods, Hela's gaze pierced through the void, looking down at Thor and the others, whose worldviews were crumbling after being swayed by John Connor's few words.
Bader shook his head: "John Connor's words are not entirely wrong. Mythological systems are indeed a distinction between high and low."
"But he misunderstood. The pantheon in your world is not inferior."
Odin, the king of gods in Marvel, is even more powerful than Cronus, the second-generation king of the Greek gods we've seen before!
The Greek world alone boasts three supreme gods, each at least on par with a single individual, making it the pinnacle of Greek mythology.
Therefore, the Asgardian pantheon in the Marvel universe may be second only to the so-called primordial pantheon, the origin of mythology, if such a world truly exists.
Hela frowned: "There are such strange worlds?"
"of course."
"Moreover, this is also an opportunity for you."
"Opportunity? What opportunity?" Hela became interested.
"Legend has it that there is a concept of isotopes in different worlds and different universes, which is similar to the concept of different projections in the multiverse, but also has some differences."
"It is said that killing and absorbing other counterparts can make one's own essence stronger."
“If we kill all the isotopes…” Bader fell silent for a moment.
This is the legendary path to becoming a Great Immortal, a mythical being who gathers countless timelines and counterparts. Once achieved, whether it rivals the multiverse or is even more heaven-defying, comparable to the omniscience and omnipotence of the One-Above-All, is uncertain for Bader. Perhaps the latter is more likely.
What would happen if they were all killed?
"The lowest quality is comparable to multiple products!" That was the final answer Bader gave.
Hela's eyes lit up instantly, and not only Hela, but Hera and the Scarlet Queen also became interested.
For these true goddesses, unlike ordinary women, there are far fewer things in the world that can interest them. But no matter what, becoming stronger is the purest and most essential pursuit of all living beings.
"Have you ever found any so-called low-end mythological worlds?" Hela asked with great interest.
"Believe it or not, there really is one, and it's a world that's related to you."
"Should we go take a look?"
"Of course!"
Hela was even a little impatient.
Baldr did not respond immediately, but instead looked at the other two, Hera and the Scarlet Queen: "Why don't you go and take a look?"
Hera remained silent, but the Crimson Queen decisively shook her head: "There will be no counterpart of me in other worlds."
Although she said this, a strange light flashed in her eyes, as if she had developed some interest in her countless counterparts in the Marvel universe.
“Then you guys guard the house, Hela and I will go and take a look.”
"it is good!"
The next moment, Badr opened his palm, and a portal appeared out of thin air, with the words "Ragnarok" inscribed on it.
Just looking at those few words, Hela pursed her lips, clearly already having a general idea of what kind of story it would be.
The two of them transformed into two streaks of light and instantly disappeared into the portal.
……
As night falls, darkness envelops the entire town, and countless lights rise up, making the night seem as bright as day.
Two figures stood in mid-air, looking down at the scene below.
Hela opened her hands, her face showing disgust.
"What a frail world. Is this really the so-called mythical world?"
With that, he waved his hand, instantly erasing the darkness and turning the night into day.
Badr chuckled: "In all the myriad worlds, it's not surprising to see all sorts of anomalies."
"This is indeed a mythical world, and it is also a weak world."
How weak is it? Its most powerful expression in the entire world is smashing a small car with a single hammer blow.
Yes, the one who performed this scene was a god, and a renowned god at that – Thor.
"Let's go meet someone you're sure to be interested in."
At this moment, in a nursing home, an elderly man with only one eye was sitting in a wheelchair, clearly having difficulty walking, yet he was still working hard to prepare his dinner.
Several pieces of pork chops were frying amidst the sizzling sound of oil, the movements quite skillful.
As the aroma gradually wafted over, the one-eyed old man revealed a hint of joy.
At that very moment, a mocking voice rang out.
"Such a posture, such unimaginable frailty, if it weren't for the Odin's stench on you that I could barely detect, I really wouldn't believe that the mighty King of the Gods would have such an inferior counterpart."
The one-eyed old man paused, turned around, and saw that a man and a woman had appeared in his room at some unknown time.
The man was extremely handsome, the kind that would score a perfect 10 out of 10, so handsome that it was hard to believe that such a face could be possessed by a human being.
However, the one-eyed old man paid little attention to the man; instead, his gaze immediately fell on the woman.
Her towering height of over 1.7 meters is enough to make many men feel pressured, especially with her sharp and piercing gaze. It makes it impossible for people to focus on her appearance or figure at first glance; instead, they feel a sense of dread and fear.
It seems he was born to be overshadowed by this woman.
Hela's sharp eyes swept over the one-eyed old man before her, her gaze full of disdain.
Too weak, far too weak.
Even if this old guy were to suppress his decadence and decrepitude and restore his so-called peak, at most he could only reach the level of the extraordinary second-rate established by Badr.
Such an insignificant being is actually the counterpart of Odin, the king of gods.
I bet even Odin from Marvel would question his existence if he saw this.
The one-eyed old man asked gravely, "Who exactly are you?"
At this moment, he no longer showed his weakness and old age; his eyes regained their sharpness, and streams of 'divine power' permeated his body, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Although he didn't know the origins of these two people, and they clearly didn't have the aura of 'ancient times', and they looked neither like gods nor giants, he inexplicably felt a sense of dread, as if he were facing not two people, but two unimaginable beings.
Baldr remained silent, gazing at the god-king Odin before him with intense curiosity.
He is indeed weak; it is estimated that there is no god-king Odin weaker than him in all the heavens and myriad realms.
What interests Baldr is how Odin, such a weak god-king, will demonstrate his authority and power as a god-king.
Superpowers or abilities comparable to those of various god-kings?
Hela, on the other hand, was quite unhappy.