Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 278 Thor Makes His Debut!

"Ahhhhh—"

Captain America, Steve Rogers, is a renowned figure in any universe. However, in this universe, he is currently in his old age.

The real Captain America, who should have been the first, was his old friend Bucky.

It's disgusting to say—a younger version of Captain America was killed on the spot by the current leader of Hydra, the Red Skull who wielded a hammer.

After Red Skull killed his opponent with a hammer, he excitedly removed the opponent's mask, only to find that it was indeed Bucky Barnes' face.

He felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his luck, and was in a state of unparalleled joy.

Finally, at Nick Fury's invitation, Captain America returned to the battlefield, fighting here despite his advanced age.

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Back in the first round of their encounter, Steve Rogers noticed a problem – he was getting older.

He was breathing heavily, his white sideburns soaked with sweat and plastered to his temples.

The iconic star-spangled shield stood in front of him, its surface pockmarked with dents from hammering.

His arms were trembling—not from fear, but from sheer exhaustion.

Even with the help of the super soldier serum, his stamina was far inferior to that of the terrifying being before him.

He was even chased and attacked by his opponent, and could only barely maneuver around using his shield.

With each block, his bones groaned; with each roll, his joints protested.

"Rogers! Over here!"

The sound of a falcon came from the left. Sam Wilson flew low overhead, his wing guns firing a barrage of fire, temporarily repelling the approaching Hydra minions.

Steve took the opportunity to roll behind an overturned bus, his back slamming heavily against the vehicle with a muffled groan.

His chest heaved violently, and the web between his thumb and forefinger, gripping the shield, was split open, with blood trickling down the edge of the shield.

"Thanks, Sam." His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

"Stop saying that, can you stand up?"

Steve gritted his teeth, used his shield to brace himself against the ground, and shakily stood up. A sharp pain shot through his knee; he frowned but remained silent.

With the help of various heroes, they barely managed to defeat the enemy before them.

But then they had to retreat—

Because amidst the thick green smoke billowing in the sky, a burly figure appeared before them, amidst the lightning and thunder.

Unlike his initial state of being an elderly man with white hair, the great god Kur, who had absorbed enough fear energy, was gradually regaining his peak strength.

He roared, stretching out the hammer in his hand with a graceful and powerful movement, every muscle rejuvenating its ancient glory.

Kur has never been in such a good position.

His black hair, which was gradually becoming younger, was paired with a face that was gradually turning middle-aged, and his dragon-slaying eyes were fixed on the sky—

It felt as if I could pass through Earth's atmosphere and see my dear brother at the top of the World Tree in Asgard.

"Odin—"

Kur's voice rolled across the battlefield like thunder, rattling the shattered glass amidst the ruins. "Do you see that? Now it's Midgard, next is Asgard, and finally the Nine Realms! None of you will escape!"

After issuing this series of declarations of war, the giant serpent swung its hammer violently, sending a group of human soldiers still engaged in battle in the distance flying and crashing to the ground.

The soldiers' screams were swallowed by the explosion. The armored vehicle was thrown into the air like a toy, tumbling several times before crashing heavily to the ground, bursting into a fireball.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Kuer laughed loudly, his laughter carrying a kind of madness that had been suppressed for a thousand years and was finally released.

He was increasingly pleased with the restoration of his strength.

With each breath, he felt more fear surge into his body; with each heartbeat, he felt stronger than the previous second.

Just as the celebration was in full swing, a small hand gently rested on his shoulder—

The sudden, silent movement sent a shiver down the spine of the giant snake.

His laughter stopped abruptly.

His pupils contracted sharply.

He was almost instinctively about to swing his hammer in retaliation—thanks to the gray hammer, for striking someone who had suddenly appeared behind him—but that person spoke first.

"Um, I have a question."

Hanlu's voice came from behind the giant snake, with that signature lazy, curious tone, as if he were not standing on this battlefield torn apart by war, but sitting in a coffee shop chatting with friends.

The giant snake froze.

The hammer stopped in mid-air, just inches from Hanlu's head.

The sound of the wind swept across the hammerhead, ruffling the stray hairs on Hanlu's forehead.

But Hanlu didn't even blink.

"You are the god of fear."

Hanlu tilted her head, her gaze as calm as a stagnant pool, but a faint, enigmatic smile played on her lips. "If everyone on Earth died, who would fear you?"

Hanlu's familiar tone, mixed with curiosity, burrowed into the giant snake's head, effectively ending his command to swing the hammer.

Although he had no idea where his elusive ally had gone—

He may have gone to the East to establish his empire.

But Kur didn't care.

His target was never Earth, but Asgard.

Therefore, Earth was merely a stepping stone for him.

Once he has absorbed enough fear energy, he won't care how many people are left on this planet.

"Earth is just the beginning!"

The giant serpent slowly turned around, a smile playing on its face, which was gradually regaining its youth—a composed, confident smile.

He straightened his chest, and the weight of the thunder hammer in his hand seemed as light as a feather, because his divine power at this moment was enough to wield any weapon!

"I will fight my way back to Asgard, and then unleash my terror upon the Nine Realms, upon the entire universe. At that time, I will be invincible!"

His voice reverberated through the air, and with each word he spoke, a thunderclap seemed to explode in the sky, as if the world itself was trembling at his declaration.

The giant snake scrutinized the young man before it.

The other person was clearly standing right there, but their presence was so faint that it was as if they didn't exist at all.

He narrowed his eyes slightly—this ability to conceal one's aura was not something ordinary people possessed.

The giant snake continued to assess the situation, considering what would happen if it engaged the opponent...

Given the way the opponent had approached him so silently, if they had delivered a fatal blow, they might have been able to kill him outright.

Since that's the case, he'll reluctantly continue to acknowledge this ally.

"Don't worry, my friend."

The giant serpent reached out and patted Hanlu's shoulder with such force that an ordinary person would have been knocked down, but Hanlu remained unmoved. "When I become the ruler of Asgard, I will also grant you the rights of an Asgardian prince. At that time, you can choose any of the Nine Realms."

Sigh, all I can say is that making empty promises is something every boss has to learn.

Although even the Great Serpent doubts that the cake is big enough given the current amount of Cold Dew, Master Cold Dew really does like it.

"Um—" Hanlu's eyes lit up, not with greed, but more like a child hearing that there was plenty of candy. "You're the ruler of Asgard now, your territory must be bigger than Odin's, right? I don't want the Nine Realms."

I heard there was once a tenth realm, filled with beautiful, long-legged, blonde angels. Could I have one then?

The giant snake paused for a moment upon hearing this.

Angels... it seems there really is such a realm.

However, this angel from the tenth realm was unruly and came down to talk to Odin about faith and such, so Odin beat him up and kicked him out.

Oh no, it seems he worked as a mercenary and betrayed Asgard, and even killed Odin's daughter... I can't quite remember.

The main problem was that he had been imprisoned for too long, so Orochi was a bit confused about matters concerning his descendants, but he certainly recognized the existence of the angel race.

"No problem." The giant serpent waved his hand, exuding an air of magnanimity. "Tenth Realm, take whatever you want."

As for now, my friends, we should gather enough strength and launch our struggle against Asgard to establish our place!

To be honest, Orochi has probably been suppressed for too long and is particularly eager for big events.

Each breath was accompanied by the rolling thunder in the sky, and each word was accompanied by a thunderous explosion.

His swinging of the giant hammer stirred up countless winds and thunder, and green, terrifying smoke drifted around them. Even his own Hydra soldiers were instantly blown away, flying out like pieces of paper.

To be honest, Orochi was quite pleased with such a cooperative ally.

He's capable, willing to help me, and doesn't have much ambition.

So all they want is a world full of angels, seemingly just because it's full of beautiful women?

This is too easy to control.

The serpent pondered that once it had secured its position as the ruler of Asgard, it would put in a little effort to produce a few beautiful daughters and then give them to the other party. In that case, it could firmly bind him to its side, making it virtually invincible.

Oh my god.

"Okay." Hanlu nodded, then, as if suddenly remembering something, raised a finger. "But I need to remind you of something—"

I heard that the team of Earth heroes has gone to Antarctica to negotiate with Odin, and they'll probably bring back a bunch of divine weapons. .

Oh, and your eldest nephew too.

"Thor?" The serpent frowned slightly.

"right."

Hanlu nodded crisply, pointing her finger into the distance—between the rolling, roaring dark clouds, it seemed that someone had already begun to launch an attack, using the giant serpent as a backdrop.

A blinding bolt of lightning ripped across the sky.

Then came the second, the third, and countless others.

"I am Thor—for the glory of Asgard!!!"

With a deafening roar, a massive, breathtaking bolt of lightning cleaved down from the dark clouds. Amidst the lightning, a figure clad in a red cloak and wielding a storm axe plummeted like a meteor, crashing heavily to the ground with immense force.

That hammer from the main universe, Thor's hammer!

Forged from the teeth of an unknown deity in the main universe and infused with the power of the Mother of Storms, this is a supreme artifact located at the center of the universe's storms.

It sent the still-talking snake flying.

"boom!!!"

The giant snake's body was blasted hundreds of meters away like a cannonball, crashing through six abandoned buildings before finally disappearing into a cloud of rising dust.

As for that Hanlu—she had long since vanished into the illusion, leaving not even a trace of her clothes behind.

"Damn it!" Thick green smoke rose from the ruins, quickly coalescing into the shape of a giant snake.

He quickly turned into green smoke after being struck by the hammer, and then reformed on the spot.

His expression twisted in anger as he glared at the figure gathering lightning within the thunderclouds in the distance. "Haven't you learned your lesson yet, son of Odin!"

Thor landed with a thunderous crash, his feet creating two deep craters in the ground.

His cloak fluttered in the gale, while the giant serpent dodged to the side, avoiding the thunder hammer that suddenly flew back from behind.

The hammer whistled past Thor's ear, the resulting gust of air severing a few strands of his golden hair.

Then, Thor suddenly reached out and firmly grasped the hammer handle.

Mjolnir, Thor's hammer, hummed and vibrated in his hand, as if welcoming its master's return.

The giant serpent narrowed its eyes, raised its thunder hammer, and pointed it at the enemy before it.

"Of course I know." Thor's voice was deep and firm, his blue eyes flashing with an almost blinding light in the lightning.

He held Stormbreaker in his left hand and Thor's hammer in his right, his arms outstretched like a soaring eagle. "But this time, I am not fighting alone."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I still have friends."

After Thor finished speaking, he angrily shouted at the man in front of him who was nominally his uncle.

And as he finished speaking, two more figures covered in lightning shot out from the sky.

Two bolts of lightning descended from the sky, landing on Thor's left and right sides respectively.

The lightning dissipated, revealing three familiar faces.