Beyond the Universe 199999b lies an Void void.
Thor's figure stopped here.
He had received Wanda's distress signal and was preparing to break through space to get there.
But now, he has a group of uninvited guests in front of him.
They were a group of grotesquely-looking "superheroes".
Leading them was Doctor Strange, whose face was rotting and whose eyes were oozing pus, and "himself," wielding a decaying warhammer, whose muscles were rotting and revealing bare bones.
Behind them followed all sorts of bizarre creatures: rotting chunks of flesh, slippery tentacles, and proliferating eyeballs, haphazardly pieced together on the bodies that could still be vaguely identified as heroes.
They were a bunch of failed experiments that had escaped from some horrific laboratory, exuding a nauseating stench.
Thor frowned.
He didn't take these guys seriously at all.
He could roughly guess what was going on with these things.
The leader, "himself," and " Strange " did indeed possess Multiverse Level energy fluctuations.
However, this energy is mixed and impure, as if it were forcibly piled up, with a weak foundation.
This kind of person might be able to act arrogantly in front of others, but in front of Thor, he's no different from being offered up as candy.
At his current level, let alone two of these mediocre individuals, even a group of genuine Multiverse Level would be nothing more than a matter of swinging his axe a few more times.
He was confident he could give it a shot, unless it was Omniverse Level being personally involved.
With a thought, Thor conjured the black Golden Battle Axe in his hand.
He weighed his battle axe in his hand, looked at the group of oddly-looking people opposite him, and said, "I'm in a hurry. Are you sure you want to stop me?"
The Strange from the Cancerverse twitched the rotting muscles on his face and uttered a hoarse, unpleasant voice. " Thor, of course we know we can't stop you."
He turned slightly to the side.
"But what if we add him to the mix?"
A huge shadow slowly emerged from behind Strange.
It was a Hulk was five meters tall, but unlike other Hulk, he had four disproportionately thick arms.
His skin was an ominous dark green, and the aura emanating from him was terrifying beyond measure.
Thor's eyes finally showed a slight change.
This Hulk felt almost like himself to him.
More importantly, Thor could clearly "see" that the power of countless laws was intertwined within the other's body.
Anger, hatred, destruction, devouring, fear, darkness...
Almost every negatively related principle can be found in this Hulk.
This is very strange.
Thor muttered to himself.
He knew the Hulk better than anyone; its core principle was that the angrier it got, the stronger it became—a pure physical force.
When did they start wielding the power of laws? And why specialize in negative laws?
There's definitely something fishy going on here.
He glanced at the group opposite him and asked, "Are you Mephisto's men, or Kang's backup plan?"
The Cancerverse Strange shook his head, a fanatical expression on his face. "No, our gods are just cooperating with them to some extent."
Thor didn't ask any further questions.
His attention was mostly focused on the Four-Armed Hulk at that moment.
It's not that it can't be solved.
It will just be a little troublesome.
The various negative laws emanating from the other party, while not the fundamental source, were simply too numerous to count.
This made his long-dormant " Heaven-Defying Comprehension " suddenly start to stir.
He already knows enough rules, but now that there's takeout delivered to his door, why not take it?
Thinking about this, Thor's mood actually improved.
He looked at the leader, the Cancerverse Strange, and said, "You're from the Cancerverse, aren't you? You're those lunatics who believe in the Many-Angled Ones."
Upon hearing the words " Many-Angled Ones," the Cancerverse Thor on the other side instantly exploded.
His cloudy eyes blazed with fury. He raised the warhammer, dripping with corrosive liquid, pointed it at Thor, and roared, "Arrogance! How dare you utter the name of my god?!"
Thor glanced at this disgusting version of himself that had made him look neither human nor ghost, and didn't even bother to reply.
He simply swung the Golden Battle Axe in his hand casually.
There were no earth-shattering sound and light effects, nor the roar of colliding forces of law.
It was just an ordinary, understated stroke.
A streak of black and gold light flashed and disappeared.
Under the horrified gaze of the Cancerverse Strange, the Multiverse Level Cancerverse Thor beside him, who had just been shouting, along with the decaying warhammer in his hand, was silently wiped away from his chest. Then his entire body rapidly decomposed and dissipated, finally turning into a handful of the most insignificant cosmic dust.
Not even a trace of energy remained.
It was as if they had never existed.
The whole process was so fast that even the Cancerverse Thor himself hadn't had time to react.
The angry expression on his face froze, and along with his body, vanished into nothingness.
The surroundings fell silent instantly.
The fervor on Cancerverse Strange's face vanished without a trace, replaced by an indescribable solemnity and lingering fear.
He stiffly turned his head, looked at his companion who had been chopped down with an axe, and then at the Four-Armed Hulk next to him who had remained expressionless throughout.
He suddenly realized that their decision to come and intercept Thor might have been a terrible mistake from the very beginning.
How could one of their own, a true Multiverse Level combatant, not even withstand a single blow from the opponent?
How can we fight this war?
Cancerverse Strange mind raced, cold sweat seeping from beneath the rotting tissue on his forehead.
For the first time, he began to waver in the plans of the "god" they believed in.