Muspelheim.
The war is over.
The endless fire demons, Fire Giants, and Flame Dragons have all disappeared.
Instead of them, there are countless skeleton warriors and skeleton dragons floating in the air!
The most terrifying thing is that, as long as a being is killed by these undead, it will rise from the ground and become part of the undead army.
Even Dragon is no exception!
This is the most terrifying part of the Scourge!
Faced with more and more enemies, the fire demon side quickly collapsed.
"Damn it, what kind of monster are you?"
Waving the Twilight Sword in his hand, Surtur did his best to cut a Frost Dragon in half.
At that moment, a death knight rushed behind him and stabbed him in the leg with a spear.
"Oh."
Surtur's huge figure shook for a moment, and he involuntarily fell to his knees.
"Roar!"
Accompanied by a dragon roar that shook heaven and earth, several skeleton Dragons circled above him, and at the same time breathed frost toward Surtur.
"Kakka..."
His entire body was covered in frost. Surtur's magma-like body stiffened for a moment.
As the king of the Fire Giants, he was still struggling madly, trying to escape the shackles of freezing.
At that moment, a great sword shining with blue-white light pierced his body from behind and came out through his fierce chest!
"Ahhhh!!!"
Surtur raised his head and let out a violent roar.
Icy cold air penetrated Surtur's body from Frostmourne, freezing his internal organs and limbs.
Soon even the fire giant's lava-like eyes lost their vitality, turning into an ice sculpture on the spot.
"Turn blood and flesh into ice..."
Whispering an eerie sentence, Loki violently pulled Frostmourne out of his hand.
Hearing the sound, Surtur's frozen body collapsed like a spine and turned into countless frost fragments scattered across the ground.
The most conspicuous among the fragments was his huge horned crown.
The Lord of Muspelheim, Surtur, is dead!
"Roar..."
Looking at the almost formless remains on the ground, the red light in Loki's eyes gradually dimmed.
But at the same time, he could clearly feel that a stream of heat was flowing out of Frostmourne and pouring into his body.
[Ability 2: Ability to draw souls (after killing an enemy, you will draw out the opponent's soul to strengthen yourself.)]
Although it was still not clear what this absorption of soul could bring him, Loki could already feel that his power at this moment seemed much stronger.
"Hahaha, is this the power of Frostmourne? It is incredible."
Feeling the surging energy in his body, Loki raised the sword in his hand and laughed loudly.
And together with his movements, the skeleton warriors, death knights, and Frost Dragons floating in the air all roared at the same time!
"What? This guy..."
"He can actually resurrect the dead into monsters. What kind of magic is this?"
Seeing Loki's appearance at this moment, Thor, the Warriors Three, and the others opened their eyes wide in shock, their faces filled with astonishment and disbelief.
How did that Loki, who only knows how to play tricks, suddenly become so terrifying?
Hearing the voices, Loki turned his head.
He clearly saw the Warriors Three and the warrior Sif looking at him with disgust and fear.
"They fear me? Very good."
Loki snorted, but his heart calmed down.
Since childhood, because he was not as powerful as his brother, he had become accustomed to using various methods to please others and gain the attention of others.
But no matter how hard he tried, these people in Asgard... had never respected him, who was not as powerful as his brother.
"That is fine. If I cannot make you respect me, then fear me, fear me!"
But deep down, Loki had always wanted everyone to admire him.
Especially for Odin to realize that he was better than Thor!
And now he had done it.
Loki raised Frostmourne in his hand again, and overwhelming blue light instantly spread around.
Countless skeletons and undead were all enveloped in blue light and sucked back into Frostmourne again.
This was the new Ability that Loki had just understood: Undead storage.
As long as Frostmourne is in his hands, he himself... is a natural disaster for the undead!
"Alright, Father, the problem is solved."
Returning Frostmourne to its sheath, Loki turned toward Odin, with his signature evil smile once again on his face.
"We can go home."
"..."
Looking at his adopted son as if he had become another person, Odin's face was stiff, and his mind became blank for a moment.
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