Saiyan Adopted by Thanos

"I hope you can still be so tough." Domamu's dark voice was full of disdain and killing intent, and immediately, the biting cold wind disappeared without a trace.

Thanos's ears became pure again.

He was looking forward to it.

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The flame giant Surtur, one of the murders Odin once committed.

At that time, Odin was still an ambitious supreme king, leading the Asgard army to conquer the Nine Realms.

The hometown of the flame giant Surtur was also in flames.

As the strongest member of the flame giant family at that time, Surtur had a decisive battle with Odin, but he lost in the end.

Completely lost.

Even Surtur's ancestral treasure, the Eternal Fire, became Odin's trophy.

Surtur, who survived by feigning death by relying on the secret method, was sad and indignant, but he also knew that he was not Odin's opponent for the time being.

He had to wait for an opportunity, an opportunity for revenge that could destroy Asgard in one fell swoop.

And now, he seems to have waited.

"Odin is dead, Frigga has been thrown into the dungeon, and the defense forces of Asgard are now all dead."

"This is the news that my master wants to inform you."

The man in the gray hooded mage robe told the awakened giant in front of him that Odin was dead.

"Who is your master?"

"Dormammu."

Another mage eroded by the dark latitude acted as Dormammu's pawn, stirring the extremely violent heart in Surtur's chest.

"Why help me?"

"Master said, you and I have the same goal - to destroy Asgard."

The male mage in gray robe held a seal formula in his hand, and a magnificent magic disk appeared in his hand...

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A coronation ceremony that only Beckett recognized was finally over.

There is no blessing from parents, let alone love from the people.

Hela, who was dressed in fine clothes, still relied on her growing strength on Asgard to take the seat that logically should have been her turn.

The throne of Asgard, the throne of the Kings of the Nine Realms.

In the secret dungeon under the royal palace, Frigga, who was imprisoned here, was full of sadness in her eyes.

After all, it's come to this point.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

At the beginning, she didn't agree with Odin treating Hela in such a rough way, but Odin, who was dazzled by anger, still made the decision to erase all information about Hela.

What was reflected on the not-so-large mirror was not Frigga's extremely haggard face, but the exit of all parties after the enthronement ceremony.

The people of Asgard are afraid and confused.

Afraid of Hela's massacre methods, confused about Hela's identity.

Daughter of Odin, first in line to the throne of Asgard.

Royal fight?

The people who should have sworn to die, and who should have taken up arms to rebel under the leadership of Heimdall, fell into confusion in front of the historical mural on the palace.

"tread……"

"tread……"

"tread……"

The sound of uniform footsteps was particularly harsh in the silent prison, and two death guards dragged Thor, who was imprisoned by chains, to appear in front of the haggard Frigg.

"Well!"

"Uh! Uh!!"

"No! No!! No!!!"

Ben Thor, with his head drooping, suddenly became extremely excited after seeing his mother in the prison, and everything Nai He wanted to say was sealed back into his stomach by the mask.

"Tor?"

"Thor!"

"and many more!"

"What are you going to do to him?!"

"Hella! What are you doing to your brother?!"