New Jersey.
A hidden, secret Base.
This military Base was established by the Nazis during World War II for the research and development of various advanced weapons and equipment, including Nazi robots.
"Damn usurper!"
An aged figure opened his eyes.
He felt that the other five Orochi's Fangs had lost contact, not destroyed, but his control over them had vanished.
What angered him even more was that this usurper had not shown his face from beginning to end; it was one of his subordinates who had injured him before.
Orochi looked at his old, withered hands; there was still too little Fear.
"Father, I'm back."
Scáthach walked out of the darkness.
Behind her were two other figures, each carrying a large hammer.
They were:
Angler—Soul Eater.
Krus—Stone Crusher.
"Only this kind of trash."
Orochi frowned deeply, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Father, in a short time, only these Two Sky Hammer Venerables meet the requirements."
Scáthach knelt on one knee.
These Two Sky Hammer Venerables were both Mutants.
One's ability was to control bones.
The other's ability was skin that could resist bullets.
Scáthach found them both in a nearby prison, where they had been lording over the other inmates.
Orochi sighed helplessly.
He could have let the divine hammers choose their own Masters, but doing so would likely result in them being snatched away.
"Who!"
Orochi's eyes suddenly sharpened, and green Fear energy surged around him, shooting towards Scáthach from behind like a bolt of lightning.
"Boom!"
The Fear energy burned a tall figure like Fire.
Strangely, the figure did not scream even as it turned to charcoal.
"Sorry, Father, I made a mistake."
Scáthach's face was grim; she had been followed.
"Orochi, I'm here to help you."
A green figure walked out of the darkness.
It was the God of Mischief, Loki.
"An Asgardian, no… Odin's magic, you are a Frost Giant."
Orochi's eyes glowed green, seeing through Loki's true form.
"What I am doesn't matter. What's important is that you need my help."
Loki's lips curved upwards, revealing an elegant smile.
"Help? What can you help me with?"
Orochi asked with interest.
"To fight against the Demon King together; you alone are…"
Before Loki could finish his sentence, cold sweat involuntarily dripped down his face, and an aura of Fear permeated the surroundings.
"I am a God, the God of Fear, an omnipotent God! How dare you compare me to a mortal!"
Orochi radiated an aura of Fear, looking coldly at Loki, as if he were a dead man.
"Stop, stop, this is my fault. I brought you a gift."
Loki quickly said.
"If you cannot present a gift that satisfies me, Frost Giant, I will make a wine cup out of your skull."
Orochi retracted his Fear aura.
Loki wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. To have such powerful strength while sealed was truly absurd. He should have known better and sent someone else.
Yet, he said aloud:
"Of course, it will satisfy you."
magic appeared in Loki's hand, and hundreds of equally tall figures appeared behind Loki, their faces identical to the one that had turned to charcoal earlier.
"Kill them."
Loki pointed at the Two Sky Hammer Venerables nearby and commanded.
"Awooo!"
Two tall figures let out bestial roars and lunged at them bare-handed.
In just one encounter, the Two Sky Hammer Venerables were pressed into the wall and repeatedly beaten.
Flesh splattered, and screams echoed continuously.
Scáthach frowned, about to step forward.
Orochi reached out to stop her, an amused expression on his face.
In a few minutes, the Two Sky Hammer Venerables became a puddle of mud. The two tall figures picked up the Orochi's Fangs from the ground, becoming the new Sky Hammer Venerables.
"I am very satisfied with this gift. Your skull will remain on your body for now, Frost Giant."
Orochi said haughtily.
Loki smiled and said,
"As long as you are satisfied. Also, my leader sincerely invites you to join our organization to fight against the Demon King together."
"Fight together? An organization like you rats in a gutter dares to invite me to join? For the sake of the gift, begone!"
Orochi's eyes showed disdain.
"I understand. Here's a proposal. If you're interested, you can take a look."
Loki did not linger, turning and leaving.
The next second, he was struck by a green beam of light, shattering into pieces.
"Hmph, still daring to recruit me, an overestimating fool! Do you think this small gift can make me condescend? A God will not associate with ants."
However, Orochi still picked up the proposal and began to read it.
The more he read, the brighter his eyes became. This way, even without Orochi's Fangs, he could still strengthen his power.
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A few days later, in Oymyakon, Russia, a biting cold wind swept through with a blizzard, as if to freeze everything in the world.
Abomination, Bronski, along with Red Tank and Hulk, were in this icy landscape.
"Hulk hates the cold!"
Hulk, in his human form, wrapped in thick cotton clothes, trudged through the snow, each step making a "crunching" sound.
Bronski's eyebrows and hair were covered in White frost. He said irritably,
"You have the nerve to say that? If you hadn't broken the plane engine while sleeping, would we be hiking in this icy wilderness?"
Hulk mumbled,
"It's not Hulk's fault. When I was dreaming, you hit me, so I fought back."
"So, it's my fault then?"
"Hmm, but you are Hulk's friend, so Hulk forgives you."
"I really appreciate that!"
Bronski was so angered by this that he bent down, scooped up a handful of snow, rolled it into a snowball, and threw it at Hulk.
"Hit Hulk again, and Hulk will get angry!"
"You dare to get angry? Who do you think is the reason we're in this icy place on this mission?"
"Anyway, it's not just Hulk; you also have a part in it."
"I'll kill you!"
Red Tank silently chose to ignore the two who instantly started a snowball fight.
Along the way, this scene had already played out for the third time.
At first, he would intervene, but later, he became completely indifferent, treating it as their daily pastime.
Suddenly, Bronski seized the opportunity, performing a perfect over-the-shoulder throw, directly sending Hulk flying into the distance.
Hulk's figure vanished instantly in the strong wind and blizzard.
Without transforming, Bronski could overwhelm Hulk with skill.
Bronski patted the snow off himself, then turned to Red Tank.
"Red Tank, why are you on this mission with us?"
He and Hulk were kicked out of Hell by Nolan and owed compensation for destroying the arena in a fight, which was why they were on this mission. Then Red Tank suddenly applied to join, and they agreed without much thought at the time.
Red Tank was silent for a while before slowly speaking:
"I'm here to lay low."
Recently, whenever he went out, he would be surrounded by crowds, everyone vying to take photos with him. He really couldn't handle it and just wanted to find a place where no one knew him and stay quietly for a while.
Bronski raised an eyebrow and said,
"Isn't that good? You Mutants used to be shouted at and attacked every time you went out. It's different now."
Red Tank smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"It's good, but I'm still not used to this kind of life. I feel uncomfortable wherever I go."
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