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Although these corpses, with varying degrees of decay, looked almost identical to Frost Giants from the outside.
However, upon closer inspection, one could see that their pale and stiff dark blue skin was covered in countless pus-green and dirty-brown sores.
And from their hollow eye sockets, nauseating pus continuously flowed out, with many corpses having a single horn growing from their foreheads.
That was the unique mark left by Soul-Eating Disease, personally developed by Nurgle!
The so-called Soul-Eating Disease is actually a terrifying plague that, with even the slightest contact, can simultaneously torment both the body and soul of the infected.
And those unfortunate souls tormented to death by Soul-Eating Disease would give birth to a new group of hideous, low-level demons within their damaged soul essence.
The longer the infected person could endure the torment, the stronger the demon born from his soul essence would be.
In other words, this plague not only has extreme contagiousness but also undergoes 'secondary reproduction,' making the enemies impossible to kill completely!
"Ho ho…"
"Ah ah…"
Large numbers of Nurgle Plague Zombies, emerging from underground, lumbered towards Thor and the Asgardian warriors, pressing forward relentlessly.
Puff puff puff—
Thor swung mjolnir, directly shattering dozens of Nurgle Plague Zombies that rushed at him.
Even though his armor and the handsome red cape on his back were splattered with pus-green blood teeming with billions of viruses, he still spoke nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened:
"Tch, what did I think it was? This kind of thing doesn't work on me at all…"
This was not Thor bragging; possessing both the bloodline of the God King and the Thunder God Power, his physique far surpassed that of other Asgardians.
He not only had an almost abnormal resistance to blows but was also completely immune to various viruses, radiation, and negative attacks like toxic gases.
That's right, not high resistance, but direct immunity!
So, naturally, he didn't take these Nurgle Plague Zombies seriously.
No matter how many appeared, to him, they were just a bunch of useless live targets!
But this time, he was destined to pay a heavy price for his arrogant personality… because the one 'releasing the poison' was Nurgle!!
Although Soul-Eating Disease was merely useless foam floating on the top layer of the benevolent father's delicious stew, its effect was still extraordinary.
Because almost all plagues produced under Nurgle's careful concoction possessed the dual effect of striking both body and soul simultaneously.
After all, no one understood the energy of life and the despair of the soul better than Nurgle!!
So, although Thor successfully immunized himself against the physical infection of Soul-Eating Disease, he could not immunize himself against the torment of Soul-Eating Disease on his soul.
However, because his soul energy was very powerful, the impact of Soul-Eating Disease on his soul would not manifest in a short time.
"Heh heh, you're right."
Malekith grinned sinisterly, "These Plague Messengers indeed don't have much effect on you, but have you forgotten that not all Asgardians possess a powerful body like yours…"
"Hmm?"
Thor suddenly realized something and looked in the direction behind him, following Malekith's gaze.
He saw that the attacking formation, originally composed of over three hundred Asgardian warriors, had, in just a few short sentences, dwindled to fewer than twenty individuals still maintaining a standing defensive posture.
They leaned on each other, forming a small circular formation with their shields and greatswords, struggling to resist the onslaught of the zombie horde like duckweed in water…
And at the center of the circle, there were more than a dozen critically wounded warriors who had suddenly started bleeding from their seven orifices for unknown reasons, completely losing their combat ability.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that neither the nearly twenty Asgardian warriors guarding the outer circle nor the dying injured in the inner circle would last much longer.
As for the others, they had either been blown apart by Chaos Cursed Warriors earlier or were directly overwhelmed by the swarming zombie army, eventually becoming objects of their competitive gnawing.
Thor even saw many Asgardian warriors in the zombie horde whose bodies were largely gnawed away but had been completely transformed into zombies.
Malekith was right; even if Thor was truly immune to all poisons and could resist the plague viruses carried by these zombies, the Asgardian warriors who came with him could not.
Even if they possessed a physique three times stronger than humans, and had indomitable will and physical quality, in the face of the viruses personally concocted by the benevolent father… everyone was equal!!!
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prestige points +777, +777, +777…
Detected collectible souls, Hyperspace soul count +1, +1, +1…
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"Damn it!"
Seeing this, Thor immediately flew into a rage, mjolnir in his hand began to spin again, and then he directly activated the Thunder God Power within him, attempting to help the remaining Asgardian warriors out of their predicament.
However, before he could finish his casting preparations, the Nurgle Plague Zombies he had just shattered on the ground strangely stood up one by one.
Their broken limbs were also regenerating at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye.
"This… is this Black Magic?!"
Thor was truly shocked this time; this scene was even more unscientific than his Thunder God Power.
They had just been shattered into such a state, yet they could still regenerate?
How was this even a fight?
Malekith sneered, "Give up, Asgardian, Life and Death are merely toys in the benevolent father's hands…"
"I refuse to believe it!"
Thor then spun mjolnir again, drawing down lightning bolts from the sky with the Thunder God Power, directly blasting the recently risen Nurgle Plague Zombies into explosive Scum.
During this process, Malekith on the opposite side showed no intention of intervening or attacking; instead, he watched like a spectator, allowing Thor to show off his skills wildly.
"I refuse to believe they can revive this time?"
Within a few breaths, after dealing with all the Nurgle Plague Zombies in front of him, Thor raised mjolnir, pointed it at Malekith on the opposite side, and said:
"You just wait for me; I'll deal with you later…"
Malekith didn't speak, only made a 'please' gesture to Thor from a distance.
However, when Thor turned to look behind him, he found that the spot where the nearly twenty Asgardian warriors had just been encircled, struggling to resist the zombie horde's impact, was now completely submerged by countless Nurgle Plague Zombies.
Thor could only barely discern a patch of rune armor, stained with blood and black-green pus, vaguely visible through the faint gaps beneath the horde of corpses on the ground.
Yes, none of the Asgardian warriors he brought survived!
"Damn it, how… how could this be?"
A flash of grief and indignation crossed Thor's eyes, and in his ears, long mournful bells seemed to ring.
But Thor did not feel dejected or disheartened by this, because he knew that the valiant Asgardian warriors who had fallen heroically in battle would have their spirits guided into Valhalla, where they would be worshipped by all Asgardians.
This was the greatest honor for every Asgardian!!
However, Thor's idea was also destined to fall through.
Because the souls of these Asgardian warriors had already been forcibly plundered from Valhalla into the Warp, becoming new workers (cattle and horses) for Karl!
"Mal-e-kith!!!"
Thor let out a furious roar filled with grief and indignation, then threw mjolnir with all his might, sending it flying like an arrow from a bowstring straight towards Malekith on the opposite side, "Today, I'm going to kill you."
Bang—
With a loud thud, mjolnir, thrown by Thor, was casually batted away by Malekith with a wave of his hand.
And this time, the blood-red symbol of Khorne lit up on Malekith's forehead!
An unending stream of power poured into his body from the khorne symbol, and this new body, transformed by Warp energy, allowed Malekith to withstand far more power blessings than Spider-Gwen.
Currently, his strength was far greater than that of Algrim, the strongest Cursed Warrior.
So, even if his personal bodyguard wasn't by his side, he still didn't fear Thor, who had awakened the Thunder God Power.
"Ho ho…"
"Ah ah…"
Countless Nurgle Plague Zombies all around, like a pack of wolves waiting to feast on prey, swayed their decaying bodies and slowly surrounded Thor's position.
Their eyes, glowing with a ghostly green light, were filled with greed and desire for life and fresh flesh.
Boom—
However, just as Thor recalled mjolnir and was about to charge at Malekith for a big fight, a surge of pitch-black Dark Energy suddenly pierced through space and descended from the sky, directly engulfing Thor.
When he came to his senses, he found himself back in Asgard.
"Father, I haven't killed that damn guy yet, why did you forcibly bring me back?"
Thor, with nowhere to vent his anger, roared at Odin opposite him, completely oblivious to the bloodstains just wiped from the other's mouth and his pale, almost bloodless face.
Slap—
Queen Frigga raised her hand and gave Thor a resounding slap, then coldly reprimanded, "Do you want your father and I to watch you die in Jotunheim too?"
"But… Mother, I haven't avenged those Asgardian warriors who died in battle yet!" Thor argued, feeling wronged.
"Enough."
At this moment, Odin let out a weak roar, his hand, slightly whitened from excessive force, gripped Eternal Spear tightly, as if he would immediately fall if he let go.
Odin looked at Thor with complex eyes, shaking his head slightly, "Heimdall just reported the situation there to me. If Malekith has truly been transformed into a demon, then… cough cough cough, then with your current strength, you might not be his match, not to mention there's also the Cursed Warrior Algrim…"
Odin's breathing suddenly became somewhat ragged, and a rather uncoordinated flush appeared on his face. At the same time, he felt as if something was staring at him deep within his soul, causing a slight tremor.
After a moment's pause, Odin continued:
"The most crucial thing now is not to fight Malekith, but to find a way to resolve the invasion of Chaos energy into the Nine Realms… Have you… have you found the answer in Jotunheim?"
"Yes." Thor nodded heavily, "Although I don't know how Malekith died, it's certain that he was resurrected in the Warp by the four Chaos Gods who tempted Loki."
"Because during the battle, I saw symbols of different Dimensional Gods on his forehead, which is completely different from the eight-pointed star we saw on Mr. Karl Merks's forehead in Greenwich. I think this alone is enough to prove that He was not involved, right?"
"Alas…"
Odin really wanted to tell his naive, foolish son that the most easily discovered clues are often disguises deliberately left by the enemy, but the words stopped at his lips.
Because now even he couldn't think of any way to help the Nine Realms resist the massive invasion of the Eye of Fear and Chaos energy.
So, even if Odin suspected in his heart that all of this was Karl Merks's doing, due to the current urgent situation, he had no choice but to temporarily put aside his prejudices and agree to the other party's excessive demands first.
No choice, this is called being forced by circumstances!
When under someone else's roof, one must bow one's head.
What's more… time is truly running out for Odin and Asgard!!
So, having changed his mind, Odin's tone immediately shifted, and he said with a somewhat dejected expression:
"Since that's the case, then you go to Midgard again and tell that evil… cough cough cough, tell that Dimensional God that I can agree to all of His requests.
But there is one condition: He must make a promise in front of you that He will subsequently help Asgard and the Nine Realms escape the corruption of the Eye of Fear!!"
"Don't worry, Father, leave it to me."
Thor's expression finally softened a bit; after all, no matter how little he liked to think, he could understand that if the corruption of the Eye of Fear was not curbed quickly, more and more people would die every day!
So, the most important thing right now was clearly to obtain a method to counter the Chaos energy invasion from Karl.
About fifteen minutes later, Thor arrived at the Observatory with the Tesseract and a complete set of Bifrost Bridge design documents, and nodded to Heimdall, who stood as straight as a door god:
"This time, send me directly to Solvia. I will personally bring back the method to save the Nine Realms!!"
"Prince Thor, I wish you success!!"
Heimdall then turned the Burt Steel Sword in his hand, activated the Bifrost Bridge, and directly teleported Thor to the entrance of Hyperspace Group.
Thor took a deep breath, and before stepping into the building, he quietly encouraged himself, "Father, Mother, just wait for my good news!!"