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:
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