Imir, the ancestor of various messy faction giants in Norse mythology. In Norse mythology, he is described as "a giant born from the continuous interweaving of the flames of the flame kingdom and the cold wind of the frost kingdom", and was born in a chaos shrouded by darkness and fog before the world took shape.

As we all know, Nordic myths have many differences with the magical settings in Marvel, and I am also very involved in many cases. But at least there are two points that are the same in both systems. One is that he is the ancestor of all giants, and the other is that he is very tall and very big and known as the strongest giant.

However, it is obvious that when the Nordic giants held the "The World's No. 1 Giant Selection Conference", the Giant of Light was obviously not included.

The height of more than 60 meters is enough to make Emire look down on the heroes among the giants. His exaggerated body shape also provides him with unparalleled confidence. When Emire walked out, he saw that the giant from an unknown origin on the opposite side seemed to be a size smaller than him, and he felt half stable.

He stood there, stood up arrogantly, and said something in his mouth with a gesture of unknown significance. Unfortunately, Richard had never practiced Giant Words and couldn't understand what he was saying, but looking at that look and feel, he speculated that the other party might be mocking or provoking.

Even if this guy didn't provoke Richard, he didn't intend to talk nonsense. He just wanted to help send the giant soldiers who couldn't get on the table back and ask Odin a question, how could he have time to accompany him to make trouble?

Nexthers kicked his feet, and disappeared in place for half a second before his feet exploded the huge pit. It seemed as if a wild current pushed the silver body forward. The giant Imil still maintained the position of a kindergarten leader. When the silver fist flew in front of him, he could no longer dodge.

The air seemed to be drained instantly. The thundering fist wind made the giant subconsciously squint his eyes and his breath seemed to be blocked. He had only time to conditionally reflex to lift the mace to block it, and the high-speed boxing had arrived.

The loud noise was like thunder that shocked everyone's eardrums, causing a large area of ​​strong tinnitus. The air waves exploded in the air for dozens of meters made everyone below numb.

Two broken maces flew high into the air two or three hundred meters, then turned their heads and fell heavily and smashed back to the ground. The giant Imil flew over the heads of a large area of ​​giants with exaggerated rumbling down and smashed a large number of shrimp soldiers and crab generals into stone cakes.

Except for those who had already seen Ultraman's magic, the expressions of both Asgard soldiers and stone giants in the audience were extremely wonderful and could not speak for a long time.

The promised giant Imir is the ancestor of the giant and the most powerful giant?

Then where did this giant who punched Emier and was playing like a playful giant come out?

"Mortals call him 'Ultraman'." Thor smiled and explained to the stunned generals beside him, "I met comrades in Midgard."

In fact, Thor and Richard are not that familiar with each other, but no matter how much they say they have fought twice together, it seems that there is no problem with being a comrade. But the point is that this makes him feel more respectful. This is the same as a big man who is speaking on TV. When you brag to someone in front of the screen, you say that my brother's roommate's friend's friend recognizes this big guy.

Imil was beaten away by a punch when he was overly arrogant, but he fell to the ground and had not died yet. He could still groan and struggle to stand up. His body strength was worthy of recognition. If this giant ancestor had good skills, he might have been able to hold on for ten more seconds.

But Richard did not intend to give him a chance to operate this show.

Imil had just struggled and half-kneeled, and the palms of Nexthus had already opened blue lightning. There was no unnecessary preparation. Nexthus's hands synthesized into a cross, and the Cross Storm shot directly!

The high temperature of hundreds of thousands of degrees Celsius and the powerful destructive power were highly concentrated in this stream of light, like a sharp sword that broke through thorns. The heart of the giant Imir was easily pierced, and blood clots and shattered internal organs flew out. The domineering energy poured into the giant's body along the wound, filling his internal organs in a flash, instantly burning his entire body into an empty shell. The golden light finally burst out from the inside out, and the powerful giant ancestor was blown into countless pieces.

Seeing his boss being blown into pieces and his body falling from his head like rain, the giants finally couldn't calm down.

The giants' bodies are stones, but the heart is not stones. In the face of this gap of strength like a natural barrier, no one will want to continue to seek death. The giants' fighting spirit disappeared instantly, and I don't know which smart giant took the lead. The giants immediately faded away like a tide of rocks.

A group of giants threw away their armor, but at least a few people took the opportunity to risk their lives and picked up a few pieces of their ancestors' fragments. Maybe they wanted to go back, at least not bury an empty coffin for their ancestors.

The Asgard camp cheered for victory. The Asgard Warriors' brain circuits were relatively simpler than humans, and their ability to accept new friends was particularly outstanding. In their opinion, those who had carried guns and fought together were brothers.

Standing in front, watching a large number of giants retreat quickly, Nexthers had no intention of chasing them. He just watched them withdraw and emitted a faint white light, and disappeared in place.

Celebration after the war was an important custom of Asgard. A group of big men cheered and hugged each other for a while. Thor must be the one who made the most fun among the crowd on weekdays, but today he abnormally did not join his teammates, but instead swung his hammer and flew into the air and flew towards the direction where Ultraman disappeared not far away.

As expected, he met Richard who was walking slowly over after a moment of flying.

Brother Chuan landed and looked happy: "My friend! I disappeared for a while. You were really beautiful just now. You are a real warrior!"

Richard thought that their relationship hadn't developed to the point of an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, but he didn't mind either. He knew that "real warrior" in Asgard might have been one of the highest praises.

Richard pointed to the direction where the giants retreated behind him: "Do you usually do this?"

"It's not. Giants often come, but they are generally not as fierce as they are today. We are a little caught off guard." Thor said angrily, "But this is also our negligence, which we should have thought of long ago. These despicable guys must have learned from some way that the father's sleeping. Asgard's defense is now unprecedentedly empty. They just want to take this opportunity to break Asgard..."

"Wait a minute," Richard asked with a frown, "Old Mr. Odin is asleep again?"
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