"Odin—"

Earth, in the crust of the sea somewhere beneath the Arctic Ocean, a cluster of colors gathered by flecks of light let out a resentful roar.

The doppelganger who carried his hope of recovery was "acted" by Odin, and he was like a foolish fool.

The huge sense of humiliation made Dormammu's body close to madness several times, but the rationality of survival still made him choose not to gamble in the end.

The mottled ball wriggled and split into about a third of its size.

The split offspring began to expand, and the colors of the fascination were all restrained.

Soon, it turned into pitch black that consumed all light.

After a long time, the darkness dissipated, and in its place was a monster with the body of a bird and a human head.

He looked up as if he were looking directly at the god-king of Asgard, and his sharp voice was engraved with a grudge that even the evil spirits could not avoid: "You will pay, Odin, I promise!"

......

Jotheim, where few creatures are willing to go deep into the polar regions.

Today, it welcomes a special visitor.

It was a strange bird with colorful feathers, but it had an ugly human head.

The nose on his face is like a sarcoma brought by an epidemic, the eyes are narrow and long behind the ears, the inside of the eye sockets is inexplicably black, the ears are more than twice the size of a normal person's palm, the ears are growing diaphragms that can keenly perceive infrasound, the hair is withered like hay, and the lips are covered with delicate scales.

It is said that it is a human head, but it is just a description, even if a person with a strange aesthetic is in front of him, he will not be classified as a humanoid species.

Different from the usual clones, this clone took one-third of the origin of the body to build successfully, not only is it far superior to the previous clones in terms of strength, but the close connection with the body is also incomparable to the previous clones.

If this doppelganger dies, even the body with Dormammu will suffer a heavy blow, and even considering the state of the dry bones in the other party's grave, it is not impossible to die.

The word "fight" is obviously not suitable for the "former Lord of Darkness" who fled in disarray, and the successive failures of attempts to collect the energy of the fallen soul, coupled with Odin's humiliation and undisguised killing intent, have forced Dormammu, who is already prone to self-extremism, to take risks.

However, despite his desperate determination, Dormammu only chose to consume only a third of the Origin to create the clone, and the Origin continued to shrink like an ostrich.

"Food—"

A giant walking on a glacier spotted the strange bird flying in the sky, and he shouted happily, and the icy air rushed out of his chest, turning into an invisible killing machine and enveloping Dormammu's figure.

"Damn it!"

Dormammu, who wanted to say something, only had time to curse, and then responded in embarrassment.

The colored feathers emit an upside-down brilliance, turning into a colorful spiral against the blue sky.

The gaze only touched the mottled and blurred color, and the giant, who was naked and only had a little animal skin wrapped around his waist to hide his shame, staggered on the glacier, causing the cold ground that was harder than steel to appear in the cracks.

At the same time, Dormammu relied on spatial movement to escape from the encirclement of the "Ice Breath".

He hung in the sky and let out a disdainful taunt at the giant, who had lost consciousness.

"What's going on!"

Just when Dormammu was showing off his might, a change of events was born.

Before he could react, the attack came again.

The tame spatial force that could be sensed around the body became agitated, pulling it like a whirlpool to the point where it collapsed in the center.

"Na ....... Mo...... No......"

The lips with snake scales opened slightly, and some inexplicable syllables were spit out like a poisonous snake's roar, so that the restraint brought by the "spatial vortex" was thus invisible.

Out of danger, Dormammu looked at the other Frost Giant who had attacked him, and the other party, whose abilities had been dispelled by the "words of jealousy" and whose consciousness had been severely damaged, was holding his head and looking at him with a hideous expression.

Unlike the one who fell to the ground, the Frost Giant was taller and more muscular, and wore rough armor.

"Wait, I have no ill intentions," Dormammu, who noticed the other party's spear throwing behind his back, hurriedly explained, "I have come to find your king, and I have something important to tell him!"

"The king is sleeping, and there is no guest!"

A muffled voice came from the mouth of the Frost Giant, who slowly drew the spear he was carrying in his hand, and instead of throwing it as usual, he looked at the other man warily.

"You go and report!"

"This is a major matter concerning your clan, a hundred times more important than the news of the 'Ice Box'!"

Despite the subconscious restraint, Dormammu's tone was still commanding, and the grumpy Asgardians might have been the beginning of another battle, but unlike the Frost Giants, who still relied on self-hunting and did not have a sophisticated social structure, they never wasted precious energy on unprofitable battles.

The Frost Giants are natural hunters, relying on their manipulation of ice and climate, the use of spatial energy, and their powerful bodies and brutal fighting abilities.

In the past, the Frost Giants, who could deeply use the energy of space, used the "Space Vortex" to randomly pull in lives that did not exceed the upper limit of their abilities from unknown places, and then handed them over to all the Frost Giants who needed to hunt them.

When confronted with their prey, the Frost Giant often freezes it with an "ice breath" and then eats it with a feast.

Some of these mighty ones that ordinary Frost Giants can't handle will be shot by the mighty of the Frost Giants with a spear, with few exceptions......

Taking a deep look at the "prey" on the other side, the Frost Giant's body with a war spear dissipated like a staggered light and shadow.

Such a subtle use of space made Dormammu frown slightly, and he remembered the ancient one, the "Apocalypse Ritual" researched by the other party allowed ordinary beings to use the way of the soul to travel in a short dimension, as easy as a visitor.

"Hmph," Dormammu, whose mood was affected by the memory, snorted coldly, "Only reptiles would study such flashy methods!"

......

In the depths of a palace carved of ice, Laufey, who was on the throne, opened his scarlet eyes.

"Where's the Ice Box?"

"Also...... It's not there yet!"

Laufey didn't speak, waiting for his kneeling men to explain.

He believed that the other party would not be stupid enough to disturb his sleep of regaining his strength in order to report the news of the failure, because the fools who did so were turned into lifeless ice sculptures and placed outside the corridor of the main hall.

"Your Majesty, there is a monster from Earth that claims to have brought news that is a hundred times more important than the 'Ice Box'!"

The chief guard respectfully told him what he had just learned from his men, and waited for the king's decision.

"Earth?monsters?"

Laufey shook his head with a dumb smile, not to question his subordinates for lying, but to think that the two words were linked, which felt rather strange.

As for admitting mistakes, Laufey did not think about this possibility at all.

The frost giants who grew up are all good at space, you know, the earth was once one of the random places where the "space vortex" pulled prey, and it was not until the ancient one established Kama Taj that the earth got rid of the identity of "one of the origins of the frost giant's ingredients".

Therefore, as long as that monster came from the earth through the space barrier, it was impossible for his subordinates to mistake the free space fluctuations on his body.

"Bring him here!"

After a little thought, Laufey decided to meet this outspoken guy.