In the dark underground caverns, Thor, armed with Gungnir, takes sharp aim at an ugly man who has fallen to the ground.

Odin, the original deity, the god of the gods, the god of the gods, the Berserker, the supreme god of Norse mythology, is considered the king of the gods, the king of the dead, the god of war, the god of power, and the god of magic. The personification of the sky, the ruler of the world, known as the father of the gods, is in charge of war, power, wisdom, magic, and death. The grandson of the first King of the Aesir Clan, Bli, and the son of the second Aesir-King Bauer and the giantess Bestra.

Hidden in the shadows, the immortals who have harvested the lives and power of generations of Asgardians, are also the demons that live in this world.

"You really don't deserve the name Odin!" Thor looked at the initial Odin who was kneeling in the muddy water, and said in disgust.

"I didn't expect that this generation of Thor didn't die in Ragnarok, what a mistake." Shadow Odin said coldly.

"You are disappointed, old fellow, you can no longer continue, Asgard is forever free from destruction, and as long as the Asgardians live, then our glory will never be erased, which is beyond the comprehension of ugly creatures like you." Thor had lost one of his eyes, and he had taken over his father's authority in the rough rocks and torrential rain.

He inherited the throne of Asgard, he matured, he became stable, he became more like a king, but he was no longer the god of thunder he once was.

"You think we don't know glory, hairy boy, you're so naïve." Shadow Odin struggled to his feet from the muddy water. "By the time I knew this, you, your father, your grandfather, were far from being born?"

"I've seen the true twilight of the gods, not your petty fights!" Shadow Odin has completely alienated into a terrifying species, except for remaining in a roughly human form, ugly tentacles and slime make up everything, he is now not to say that he is a god, not even a glimmer of glory.

At that time, all of our creations as far as the eye can see will be destroyed, and even the inhabitants of the "Land of the Giants," "The Land of the Elves," and the "Atrium," and even the gods of the "Kingdom of the Gods" and the "Land of the Dead," will be destroyed along with the world in which they live. That is the end of the war! ”

And the omen was already there before that terrible day of destruction was coming. The first sign was that humanity was facing a harsh winter that humanity had never seen before. The snow kept falling, the frost froze the earth, the bitter cold wind howled in the dark sky, and the storms and rains continued without sunlight. We tried to save the world, but we didn't succeed at all. Shadow Odin roared.

"A miserable winter like that three times in a row, three times! There is no summer in between, and every day is a miserable day. All the hopes of summer were disappointed. The snow kept falling, and it was freezing everywhere. Even Asgard!

In the bitter cold, the universe is filled with the shadow of war and conflict, and the beasts of the wilderness wander around in search of food. People no longer forgive and help each other, fratricidal, father and son, kill each other in an ugly competition of lust.

It was a world of sin and terror, and even the earth trembled, and the sea withered and the ground cracked. There were too many dead to count, vultures swirling in the air to eat the dead, sin rampant, blood staining the land. The souls of countless sinners fought across the River Styx, and even the color of the river was obscured. ”

Shadow Odin recalls all that he had fought for, and now it seems how brave and glorious he was, but how stupid he was.

"Then you should die in that battle, and not survive by devouring your own offspring and humbly at the bottom of the World Tree." Thor burst out with the power of thunder, glowing blue and white arcs illuminating the dark underground.

"Ahh Illuminated by the fierce light, Shadow Odin let out a scream, and the tentacles on his body smelled as if they had been burned.

"It's pitiful! Don't even dare to look at it, King of the Gods? Hahaha! How ironic! ”

The battle between the two has become more and more intense, and at the same time, the space in which the two are located has also changed dramatically. Fear, panic, terror, despair, perdition, darkness...... Countless extremes, from the negative emotions poured into his heart in an instant, Thor involuntarily lowered his head, but saw that all around him, in those pitch-black sludge, suddenly opened countless eyes, evil, crazy, eyes full of endless noise.

In an instant, the familiar whispers sounded in their ears, and the space in front of them began to distort, countless chaotic and intertwined colors made people vomit, and the structure of time and space behaved like the most crazy fantasy of human beings, and everything in the structure, dimension, and space here was antilogical, chaotic, completely contrary to the way of human thinking, and made people crazy.

When Thor involuntarily stopped to "see" this distorted world, suddenly these chaotic, deformed, and distorted symbols and pictures seemed to become understandable in their eyes, the piercing sound of the flute, accompanied by other crazy and distorted musical instruments, suddenly sounded in their ears, countless strange lights and shadows, strange faces seemed to have their own natural beauty, huge amoeba with green eyes and human faces, indescribable shapes, flesh pieces with countless tentacles and large mouths, and endless flickering bubbles like a galaxy, These instinctively disgusting ugliness were actually twisted in Thor's eyes to show a different kind of beauty.

"Look, aren't you the same? Confused by the ancient gods, corrupted by the old days, no one can get rid of it, this is fate, even the three goddesses of Nolan can't surrender, and have to bend their knees. ”

Powerful, chaotic language filled Thor's head, his muscular body began to shake incessantly, and the clenched Gangnir in his hands stood on the ground.

"What is this?" Thor asked with difficulty, these things were corrupting his soul and encroaching on his body, and he had to resist them with all his might, while Shadow Odin was kneeling on the ground religiously, completely dehumanized, more like a combination of eyes and tentacles.

The murmuring language was like a strange incantation, and Thor squatted weakly on the ground, holding his forehead, and the shiny runi characters turned into golden halos to protect him.

But even so, Thor felt that he was about to lose his bearings.