Roar of the Demon Snake, Thor the Chosen

P. S.: As pointed out by a reader, the title should be: [The Roar of the Demon Dragon, Thor the Chosen]

Die.

A clean and swift death.

Pietro and Wanda, who had retreated a few steps behind Gamora, felt a chill run down their spines and hurriedly lowered their heads.

When Gates the cat sent them a message asking them to bring Gamora over, they had some idea of what would happen to Gamora.

They Central City both certain that she would die, after all, she had betrayed them while claiming to be Daughter of Thanos, and it was impossible not to deal with her seriously.

However, they did not expect Gamora to die so quickly, Beckett to act so decisively.

Thanos, who had raised Gamora for so long, hadn't even appeared yet, and Beckett just killed Gamora...

Pietro and Wanda exchanged a knowing glance, communicating silently.

Daughter of Thanos, and she was just crushed to death like that.

Not only did they lose all face, but they also made the two siblings realize Beckett's extraordinary status in the Dark Order once again, and at the same time, they witnessed the price of betrayal for the first time.

Betrayal is death.

"Your His Highness Beckett, Ms. Hela is not in the Dark Order. According to our immigration records, Ms. Hela left forty-seven minutes ago."

Ignoring Gamora's corpse, The Other hurriedly arrived before Beckett with the information he had gathered.

Hela's departure was definitely not good news for Beckett.

"Back to Asgard?"

"In terms of direction, yes. Your His Highness Beckett, would you like to go over there now?"

Although they didn't know what exactly happened between Beckett and Hela, The Other, out of concern for Beckett, still offered his advice in a questioning manner.

"You bring—"

Beckett's voice abruptly stopped as he wiped his hands. Inside his body, the World Tree dimensional power he had previously absorbed from Hela suddenly began to boil without Beckett's intention to use it!

????

What's going on?

Beckett stared at the dimensional power rising like flames from his body, his dark pupils filled with confusion.

Thirty minutes ago, in Asgard.

Hela, who rushed back from the Dark Order, finally reached a cooperation agreement with the Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen Strange —in exchange for the Time Stone and Thor, she would have the opportunity to speak peacefully with Beckett face to face.

"You really have no other conditions?"

Hela, her gaze sweeping over her younger brother Thor who was staring Time Stone ahead, a playful Hela playing on her lips as she turned and asked, "..."

"I have many flaws, but I'm sure I have one quality that everyone admires—integrity," Stephen Strange shrugged.

"I'll let you know once the time and place are arranged." Hela put away the Time Stone, her gaze returning to Thor was staring straight ahead without saying a word.

Stephen Strange understood and released the magical ropes binding Thor.

"I'll be waiting for your good news." After giving Thor a long look, Strange walked out of the palace and slowly disappeared from Hela's sight.

"So, is there anything else you'd like to say?"

"My dear brother?"

Hela walked up to Thor, pinched his chin, which still had some stubble, and asked with interest.

"I've trusted the wrong person, so there's nothing more to say." Thor had no intention of resisting at all, meeting Hela's gaze without flinching.

"You don't want to avenge Odin anymore?"

"Then you'd better pray I don't die this time." Thor's expression changed instantly when he mentioned Odin.

"Good eyes. Now, you really do look like his son."

Hela raised her head high, energy gathering at her fingertips, and chains appeared out of thin air, binding Thor's body. "It seems your experience on Sakaar has indeed brought about many changes in you. Let's go, I'll take you where you should be."

Pulled by heavy chains, Hela, carrying Thor, was teleported to the prison in Asgard that had been rebuilt immediately.

"Thor?"

In her cell, Frigga, who was still praying for the safety of her two sons who were wandering outside, saw the man behind Hela.

Her son.

"Thor, your hair?!"

"He survived the destruction of Sakaar; he's got a pretty good life." Hela, having tossed Thor inside, locked the prison door again.

"What?"

"Sakaar is destroyed?"

"Thor, you—" Frigga became agitated upon hearing this.

"Don't worry, don't worry, Mother, I'm fine, I'm fine." As if to prove that what he said was true, Thor, who was lying on the ground, immediately sat up straight.

Aside from being bound hand and foot and hearing the occasional roars that only he could hear, he was in good health.

"Dormammu is dead, and Fire Giant Surtur is dead. This time, no one can make either of you leave here. Just stay put."

Hela glanced one last time at the two putting on their traditional mother-son drama, Hela left with a cold expression.

"Mother, Mother, wait a minute." Seeing that his mother Frigga was determined to get to the bottom of things, Thor had no choice but to interrupt her.

"I have something to ask you, something very important."

"What?"

"Are there any monsters still existing in Asgard?" Out of caution, Thor used his energy to create a soundproof shield as he asked this question.

"Now?"

"Of course not, why would you ask that?" Frigga frowned.

Although Odin became a pacifist after sealing Hela, he wouldn't go so far as to sow seeds of trouble in Asgard.

"That's strange. In fact, ever since I returned to Asgard, I've been hearing roars in my ears from time to time."

"The voice was full of anger and resentment; it was sharp and piercing."

"The texture of the sound is also very special."

Thor, unable to put his words into words, controlled his voice and recreated the roar that had just echoed in Frigga's ears.

The latter's expression changed drastically!

"Thor!"

"Forget this voice!"

"Mute this sound!"

"Now!"

Frigga's voice was full of impatience.

"Mother, do you know whose roar it is?" Thor asked, frowning.

"Nidhogg, this is the roar of the Demon Dragon Nidhogg."

"Thor, listen to me, you must forget this voice now, don't think about it, understand?" Frigga's expression was extremely serious.

Thor understood.

Hearing this name, he could understand his mother's attitude.

As everyone knows, the World Tree is the foundation of the Nine Realms, and Nidhogg, as Frigga mentioned, is a demonic dragon that has never stopped gnawing at the roots of the World Tree.

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