Dumbledore, who had completed the tasks of searching the corpse and collecting the spoils with extremely skilled movements, curled his lips in disdain.

It was obvious that after more than two months of traveling, he had completely adapted to the adventurous life in the continent of Faerun and even enjoyed it a little.

Especially looting property from the dead or dead monsters, which was somewhat difficult for the principal to accept at the beginning. He always felt like a dark wizard who did all kinds of evil.

But after following an adventure team to the Underdark beneath Dragonspear Castle, he quickly put these self-righteous thoughts behind him, and by the way, he had some intimate interactions with a dark elf male warrior who lived in the underground city and believed in the dark maiden Eilistraee.

From then on, Dumbledore thoroughly understood the general morals and values ​​of the continent of Faerûn, and also fell deeply in love with the extremely open and inclusive attitude here in some aspects.

Most importantly, he began to love the feeling of killing his enemies and taking loot from their corpses.

Coupled with the high cost of purchasing various magic items, materials and scrolls, he had to learn to be thrifty and budget carefully.

But despite all his complaints, Dumbledore still looted all the bodies on the ground and quickly disappeared at the end of the alley in Neverwinter.

Over the next few hours, he used the magic map he made to play a deadly hunting game with Deszel's men.

Either use magic to launch a surprise attack, or strengthen yourself through transformation magic, and then rush forward with the sword in your hand to chop down the enemy.

In short, when Deszel realized that something was wrong, more than 20 people from the six teams he sent out had already died. Only one thief noticed something was wrong in advance and hid himself. He eventually escaped and went back to report the situation.

At this moment, he was grabbing the thief by the collar and yelling, "Are you kidding me? He's only one person! How could he kill so many people! Even if he used scrolls, his spell slots should be almost used up after killing three or four teams of people."

"Master, how dare I deceive you.

I saw all this with my own eyes.

That wizard from Athkatra is an absolute monster.

His swordsmanship is even more powerful and terrifying than many warriors.

One barbarian warrior didn't even last ten seconds before his head was chopped off.

He seemed to have mastered a spell that could add lightning damage to weapons.

If the person fighting with him does not have an insulator such as leather or wood on the handle of his weapon, he will be immediately paralyzed by the electric shock and lose the ability to resist. "

The thief didn't dare to hide anything and revealed everything he observed.

It was not difficult to tell from the fear revealed in his eyes that he did not participate in the battle at all, but was hiding in the shadows in the distance and watching the other people in the team being killed.

"Damn it! What is the spellcasting level of this guy called Albus Dumbledore?"

Deszel's face was full of anger and tension.

You know, in order to prevent interference from the West Coast Empire, he took great pains to convince Lord Nasir to keep the mysterious infectious disease in Neverwinter secret for the time being.

This will prevent the plague from being strangled in its earliest stages of spread.

After all, in recent years, with the cabinet and the royal family sparing no effort to allocate resources and spend money on magic education, the number of low-level wizards and apprentices has begun to increase exponentially.

Many people who originally had no chance of becoming spellcasters gradually acquired some spellcasting abilities thanks to the magic mazes that shrouded several major cities.

And those wizards who were talented but had no money and power before can now swear allegiance to the royal family or pass the assessment to join the Order of the Arcane Magic, from which they can obtain a vast amount of knowledge and spells, including the scrolls of Netheril.

In this environment where knowledge and various resources are relatively easy to acquire, the chances of becoming a high-level wizard or even a legendary wizard are naturally much greater than before.

What's more, the factional struggles within the Red Mages of Cyre are becoming more and more intense and acute.

With the help of the traitors arranged by Zuo Si there and the secret operation of the entanglement symbols lurking in the dark, some guys who couldn't make it or were in danger of death fled to the West Coast Empire with their families for refuge.

According to Deszel's understanding, in the capital city of Askatla alone, there are more than 170 high-level wizards who can cast seven-ring arcane spells, and there are almost the same number of high-level wizards in the port of Calin where the royal palace is located.

Such a powerful foundation would make any enemy feel deeply wary and terrified.

He absolutely believed that with the magical power possessed by the empire, they would be able to find a way to eliminate the plague in a short period of time.

Not to mention that the Church of Talona, ​​originally the goddess of poison and disease, obeys Zuo Si's orders and is even more loyal than the Imperial Guards known as the "Emperor's Loyal Dogs."

Therefore, before the plague spreads and becomes completely out of control, the West Coast Empire must not intervene directly under any circumstances, otherwise all efforts will be in vain.

The thief smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sorry, Master, I don't know either.

But the spells I have seen used by the other party so far seem to be of the highest level of only six rings, but the number of spells that can be cast is obviously much larger.

The most important thing is that he can always find our position accurately and then launch a sneak attack first.

Even I was almost caught while I was on stealth mode."

"You mean he's using magic to locate our people?!"

Deszel's expression changed drastically.

Because this means that the transaction and cooperation between himself and the queen of the creator race, Mosala, is very likely to have been exposed.

“No, it should be some magical item.

I noticed that the other person had something that looked like a map in his hand.

There will be some red dots moving around Neverwinter.

If nothing goes wrong, these red dots are the teams you sent out."

The thief gave his guess carefully.

"Sixth-ring spells... That means he is at least a Level 11 mage, and has a very close relationship with the Emperor Soth."

Deszel narrowed his eyes and quickly made a rough judgment based on the information he had at present.

This spellcasting level is obviously very subtle.

On the one hand, it is no longer a fragile and easily killed low-level wizard, but has a considerable degree of self-preservation ability, and is also not lacking in means of control and mass destruction.

On the other hand, he has not yet mastered powerful magic such as [Limited Wishes], [Anti-Gravity], [Spirit Transfiguration], [Simulant Image], [Sword of Mordenken], [Teleport], [Spell Reversal], etc., which can reverse the disadvantage in an instant, and there is still a possibility that he can be killed.

Deszel was not sure whether the other party was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, deliberately hiding his strength in order to lure him into taking the initiative to attack, or whether he really only had this much strength.

Or maybe the Empire noticed something...

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this man who called himself Albus Dumbledore was very suspicious, both in terms of the time of his appearance and his series of actions after arriving in Neverwinter.

"Master, do we need to mobilize more manpower from outside the city?" the thief asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.

Deszel shook his head expressionlessly: "No, stop all actions for now and don't provoke him anymore.

The most urgent task at the moment is to determine the purpose of this wizard's visit and his true purpose.

Also, have our people speed up the spread of the plague. I want to see more than half of Neverwinter's residents fall ill within a week.

No one can stop the great creator race from returning!"

"As you wish."

The thief bent down and bowed deeply, then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

As soon as he left, Vanswick, a priest of the Church of Tyr, the God of Justice, walked in from outside and asked with an embarrassed look on his face: "My dear friend, do you have time now? I want to talk to you about the guest who came from afar."

"Guest? Do you mean Mr. Dumbledore?"

Deszel was obviously interested.

Because he now urgently wants to know all the information about this wizard.

Van Swick blushed slightly, then nodded quickly: "Yes, it is Mr. Dumbledore. I...I found that his sexual orientation seems to be a little different from that of normal people."

"What?!"

Deszel was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, you heard me right. He scratched my palm in a very subtle way when he shook my hand."

While saying this, Van Swick shuddered noticeably and felt uncomfortable all over.

But Deszel's eyes sparkled slightly, and he asked with pretended concern, "You mean to say that he secretly expressed his love for you?"

"I think so.

Although this does not violate the teachings of the great and righteous God.

But you know I'm already engaged to Eribes and I'm not interested in men.

Perhaps you could help me convey this message to Mr. Dumbledore, asking him to stop harassing me."

Van Swick made the request in great distress.

Because he really didn't want to have any contact with Dumbledore anymore, and he didn't want this matter to be discovered by his fiancée Eribes and cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Calm down, my friend. It's not a big deal. I'll convey that message to you privately some other time."

Deszel patted the shoulder of Vanswick, who was being played around by him, and comforted him.

However, the uncontrollable upward curve of his mouth was clearly enough to explain his mood at the moment.

After all, this is a huge weakness that can be exploited to set a deadly trap.

As for Van Swick...

Just the perfect bait to attract Dumbledore.

Thinking of this, a sinister plan quickly emerged in Deszel's mind that would allow him to survive the crisis and complete the task assigned by the creator race.

The poor elf priest had no idea that he, the naked lamb, had been put on the chopping block, and he kept thanking the other party.

As the two were being polite to each other, they didn't notice that there was a shadowy creature in the shadows in the corner that saw everything, and then it disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

Not long after, it reappeared in an unknown cave in the north, sharing everything it had seen and heard with a woman who exuded a cold and dark aura.

If there were someone present who knew something about the shadow plane, they would definitely be able to recognize that this woman was the terrifying Shadow King, a horrible monster that could distort the surrounding environment and prevent sunlight from entering even during the day.

Wherever the Shadow King exists, an area of ​​eternal night will gradually form.

Many forests, mountains, or ancient ruins on the continent of Faerun have been shrouded in darkness for many years, basically due to the appearance of the Shadow King.

However, the one in front of him is obviously more powerful than the ordinary Shadow King, and its radiation radius even exceeds ten kilometers.

There are countless shadowy creatures hiding in the darkness, which is simply an army of astonishing size.

Obviously, this Shadow King was none other than Yelnia, whom Zuo Si had left in the north to monitor the developments here.

As a person who likes to be prepared for everything, Zuo Si has secretly controlled Ximanmeng, the head of the dark intelligence network of the Zhentarim, and can obtain the information he wants from this huge intelligence organization.

But he obviously didn't completely trust the other party.

Yelnia and her shadow army serve as a kind of insurance.

In addition, there is the force formed by the "filial dragon" Kulremos, and the Adventurer's Guild established by Hared III in the mining town of Mirabar.

So even though the situation in the North seems complicated on the surface, in fact no disturbance can be hidden from the eyes hidden in the dark.

"Great Queen, do you think it is necessary to warn the Master's messenger?"

A high-level shadow that had already developed wisdom and self-awareness took the initiative to ask.

Yelinya shook her head expressionlessly: “No, there is no need for that.

Because this matter itself is also a test of him from his master.

All we have to do is get the message to Kurremos.

Because the wilderness of the north is under his control.

No matter what the awakened creator race wants to do, and how many monsters and barbarian tribes they secretly control and bribe, he should know it clearly. "

"So our role in this matter remains the same as before, just delivering the message?"

A strange gray light flashed in the dark eye sockets of the high-level shadow.

"Yes. After all, hiding in the dark and collecting information without letting anyone know or discover it is the most important duty of the Shadow Corps. Unless the master issues new orders, this is our highest principle."

After saying that, Yelnia turned and walked towards the obsidian throne and sat on it, her eyes deep and terrifying.

The shadowy creatures knelt on the ground, expressing their submission and loyalty to the queen who had killed and transformed their souls.

On the other side, after the "filial dragon" Kurremos received the information sent by the shadow creature, he immediately put down his research and grinned with an excited and expectant expression.

"Conspiracy, betrayal, plague, massacre, abandonment of pious faith in God, and an ancient race of creators from the distant past that has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years? How can such a wonderful drama be without my participation?

I have to find a way to make this drama more exciting.

Especially the awakened creator race, they can definitely become good experimental materials."

After saying that, Kuerremos turned around and glanced at the huge frost giant corpse on the dissection table, as well as the large number of parts of the corpse that had been cut, stitched, modified, and transplanted. Without even turning his head, he ordered, "Wake it up!"

Several mages who had been waiting nearby immediately began chanting spells, activating the huge transformation array under their feet.

In a flash!

A huge amount of negative energy poured into the body of the Frost Giant like a tide, and at the same time, the temperature of the surrounding environment began to become lower and lower.

Finally, its body surface was densely covered with a hard and thick layer of ice. Then it suddenly stood up from the dissecting table, with a blue light flashing in its eyes and a deafening roar.

“Ah ...

The cold air gushing out of his mouth quickly formed a blizzard, completely freezing the passage ahead.

Immediately afterwards, this horrifying undead creature raised its hands and released its power towards the corpse that was casually discarded not far away.

In less than ten seconds, all the incomplete corpses stood up staggeringly.

"Master, your experiment is finally successful.

Look at this frost giant, it has perfectly inherited the abilities of those magical creatures called White Walkers.

Not only can it release frost magic, but it can also create and control undead creatures without limit.

Combined with the Frost Giant's occupational level and physical strength when he was alive, it is not inferior to the legendary undead creature - the Winter Ghost.

Most importantly, creating this kind of undead does not require as much complexity and trouble as creating a winter ghost.

Frost giant carcasses, which serve as raw materials, are scattered throughout the glaciers north of the Spine of the World mountains."

A wizard presiding over the ceremony shouted with excitement.

Kurremos nodded in satisfaction. "It's really good. It's just right. We can send it to the Neverwinter Forest for testing. I want to see how capable those arrogant creator races are."

"I'll deliver it myself."

The human wizard in charge of presiding over the ceremony raised his head and smiled bloodthirsty and cruelly.

While the endless open and secret struggles were going on on the continent of Faerun, far away on Earth in the Marvel Universe, a fierce battle was taking place near a small town in New Mexico.

On one side is the Destroyer Armor controlled by Loki, and on the other side is Thor and his four Asgardian warriors.

It has to be said that the physical fitness, reaction ability and combat experience of these Asgardians are indeed quite impressive.

It was actually able to fight with this war machine which was completely forged from Uru sacred steel and was also endowed with many powerful magical powers, and even temporarily slow down its progress.

A beam of energy suddenly shot out from the face of the Destroyer Armor, instantly tearing a SHIELD car into pieces. The gasoline explosion caused by the extremely high temperature formed a huge fireball on the spot.

The shock wave directly knocked all the nearby agents to the ground.

Even though some unconvinced fellows pulled out their pistols and even fired wildly, they were not able to even create a scratch on the surface of the armor.

"Fuck! What on earth is this thing? It's even more outrageous than the armor made by Stark."

While dodging the attack from the Destroyer Armor, Coulson couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Although he usually gives people the impression of being a good guy, if he encounters a situation like the current one where he could lose his life at any time, he can't help but curse.

If nothing else, just to relieve the tension a little.

“This should be the pinnacle of Asgardian technology and magic.

Didn't the Asgardian warrior just tell you that this armor belonged to the God King Odin who made it for himself? Don't waste your people's efforts in vain, and quickly organize the residents of the town to retreat.

Not to mention guns, even artillery shells and nuclear weapons cannot cause much damage to it."

Balthazar gave his advice directly.

To be honest, he really couldn't understand what kind of education and training these SHIELD agents had received to be brave enough to use their small pistols to fire at the Destroyer Armor, something that was obviously not easy to deal with.

Don't you think you're not dying fast enough? "At this time, you're still here watching the fun instead of helping?"

Balthazar asked with a half-smile, "Are you sure you want my help?

You know, once I take action, it won't be just a family ethics drama of brothers fighting each other.

It is very likely to lead to a war between the master and Odin, the God King of Asgard.

It's like why I didn't try to lift Thor's hammer before.

Because in Odin's eyes, weak earthlings like you can never pose a threat to Asgard no matter what you do.

So he has a very high tolerance for you.

But if it were me and the master behind me, the situation might be different.

想象一下，如果另外一个国家打算从美国手中抢走射程最远的核导弹会发生什么？ 当然，如果非要让我出手也不是不行。

但你最好先询问一下自己的上司。”

听到这番话，科尔森的嘴角不受控制的轻微抽搐。

身为一名深受局长信任的资深特工，他当然不可能不知道这其中的厉害关系，以及可能造成的后果，因此二话不说便拨通了自家局长的电话。

下一秒……

尼克·弗瑞的声音便从听筒中传了出来。

“喂？科尔森，现场的情况怎么样了？”

科尔森赶忙回答道：“很糟糕，确切的说是非常糟糕。

相信您已经透过卫星看到了。

那台外星机甲不仅能发射融化一切的高能光束。

而且无论受到怎样的伤害都会在几分钟之内自动回复。

我们现在拿它一点办法都没有。

巴萨扎先生说，即便是用核武器进行攻击也无济于事。”

“所以你希望我让他出手？”

尼克·弗瑞何其聪明，一下子就猜到了手下打电话来的用意。

“是的，我就是这个意思。

虽然这可能会导致潜在的风险。

可相比起让阿斯加德人的毁灭武器在地球上肆虐，我认为更应该给他们一点印象深刻的教训。

至少要让这些北欧神话中的神明知道，我们已经得到了一个强大魔神的庇护。”

科尔森一脸严肃给出了自己的想法。

因为他实在无法忍受这些高高在上的阿斯加德人把地球当成战场，肆无忌惮宣泄着暴力、杀戮和破坏。

电话另外一端的尼克·弗瑞沉默了良久，最后才回了两个字：“可以，我批准了。”

听到这句话的刹那，科尔森立马露出狂喜的表情，冲着身边的神力武僧大喊道：“你看到了吗？局长同意了！现在请麻烦您摧毁或是限制住那台毁灭者战甲。”

“OK，没问题，接下来就交给我吧。”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，巴萨扎整个人顿时化作一道残影消失在原地。

还没等周围神盾局特工反应过来发生了什么，他的拳头已经砸在毁灭者战甲的胸口。

轰！！！！！！

震耳欲聋的巨响回荡在战场上空。

只见神力武僧仅仅只用了一拳，就把那个无人能够奈何的超级杀戮机器直接砸进地面的深坑之中。

漫天的尘土和石子四散飞溅，迅速遮蔽了所有人的视野。

但仅仅一秒钟之后，骇人的火光与热浪便从深坑中喷涌而出，当场席卷了半径上百米范围内的一切。

尤其是距离最近想要冲上去肉搏的希芙，差一点就被波及到，赶忙连连后退躲避烈焰的侵蚀。

“嘿！你没事吧？”

范达尔赶忙跑过来询问道。

希芙心有余悸的摇了摇头：“没事，我很好，就是被吓了一跳。你注意到刚才发生什么了吗？”

随后赶到的霍根用不是很确定的语气回答道：“应该是有个人冲了上去。不过由于他速度太快的关系，我只看到了一个模糊的残影。”

“真是太不可思议了。原来米德加德也有如此强大的战士。快看！他要出来了！”

沃斯塔格指着远处的深坑大喊。

顺着他手指的方向，依稀可以看到不断闪烁的刺眼亮光，以及听到挥舞拳头砸在某个东西上发出的巨大响声跟震动。

砰！砰！砰！砰！砰！ 猛烈捶打所造成的惊人破坏力，愣是让方圆几十公里范围内的人都感受到了明显的地震。

尤其是不远处的神盾局特工和小镇居民，压根没办法保持平衡，纷纷左摇右晃后摔倒在地上，根本没办法爬起来，更不用提转身逃走了。

正当无数人的目光都聚焦于那个用拳头砸出来的巨型深坑时，又是一声轰然巨响。

已经被打到完全变形的毁灭者战甲，在一道冲天的岩浆喷发中飞向了半空。

紧随其后的还有散发着骇人气势的巴萨扎本人。

不用问也知道，这次喷发完全是因为他的拳头打碎了地球最上层的外壳，进而凭空制造出了一座活火山。

“我的天呐！这……这也太夸张了！那家伙真的是个米德加德的人类吗？”

希芙难以置信的张大了嘴巴。

要知道即便是在阿斯加德仙宫，拥有如此实力和破坏力的神都屈指可数。

起码现如今的雷神是绝对做不到的。

“不，巴萨扎可不是米德加德人，他是来自另外一个世界的神明之子。”托尔仰起头望着天空上展开的战斗纠正道。

“神明之子？”

沃斯塔格明显吃了一惊。

托尔苦笑着点了点头：“是啊，他亲口告诉我的。只不过我并不知道他居然是个如此厉害的战士。”

就在几人说话的功夫，巴萨扎又一次将不断自我修复的毁灭战甲砸向地面，并用蕴含着神力的拳头以六管加特林火神炮的速度疯狂挥舞，硬生生把后者砸成了一个表面凹凸不平的球形。

“该死！他眼下的样子让我想起了狂战士。”

霍根小声吐槽了一句。

“不！狂战士可没办法将毁灭者战甲破坏这种程度。”

范达尔的眼神中透露出一丝敬畏。

因为阿斯加德人最佩服的就是这种敢于跟强大敌人刚正面的肉搏猛男。

雷神托尔之所以会获得如此高的威望，就在于他总是能够在硬碰硬的战斗中击败强敌赢得胜利。

这一点是玩魔法和用小刀背刺的洛基永远也无法企及的。

“可他终究没办法彻底击败毁灭者战甲。”

希芙眼神中透露出遗憾跟惋惜。

“巴萨扎做的已经够好了，接下来是我的责任。”

说着，托尔深吸了一口气，毅然决然朝着无比危险的战场中央走去。

虽然此刻他失去了自己的神力和锤子，但已经不在恐惧或迷茫，而是明白自己接下来应该去做点什么来让这一切悲剧落下帷幕。

可就在这千钧一发之际，天空突然毫无征兆的乌云密布，刺眼的闪电和震耳欲聋的雷声交织在一起。

如果是普通人，可能会把这种现象归类到雷暴天气或者要下暴雨前的征兆。

可托尔显然感受到了这压根就不是什么自然现象，而是自己的喵喵锤有了反应。

大概十几秒钟左右，散发着刺眼电光的妙尔尼尔便以极快的速度从天空中掠过。

看到这一幕，他整个人顿时陷入了无法抑制的狂喜，展开双臂想要去拥抱这个最最亲密的伙伴与战友，然后取回属于自己的力量。

“我就知道！我就知道你不会抛弃我的！来吧！到主人这里来！你都不明白在失去你的这段时间里我有多么的痛苦和绝望！”

眼见锤子越来越近、越来越近，喜极而泣的托尔下意识伸出手就想要去抓锤柄。

可让他万万没想到的是……

喵喵锤没有任何反应直接砸在自己的脸上，将其整个人掀翻到半空旋转七百二十度，然后啪叽一下倒在了地上，变形的鼻子更是一个劲的出血。

怎么回事？

发生了可什么？ 为什么妙尔尼尔没有像以前那样落在我的掌心？

脑瓜子嗡嗡响的托尔露出了震惊、疑惑和不解的表情。

但很快，他就看到锤子径直飞到了另一个人的手上。

轰！！！！！！

伴随着一道银白色的闪电从天而降，在场每一个人都看到了持有者的身影。

他不是别人，正是与毁灭战甲搏斗的巴萨扎。

不过与刚才不同，这一次他的体内充斥着雷电与风暴的力量，俨然已经成为了新的雷神。

“这不可能！假的！一定是假的！”

托尔整个人失魂落魄的从地上爬起来，那样子就仿佛刚刚被老婆戴了一顶绿帽子的丈夫。

不！ 应该说他与妙尔尼尔之间的关系远比什么女朋友、老婆要亲密得多。

如果让托尔从锤子和简·福斯特中选一个，这家伙百分之百会选择锤子而不是女友。

但巴萨扎显然还没有意识到自己已经拿到了当面牛头人的成就，举起锤子便狠狠朝毁灭者战甲砸了下去。

很显然，他之所以能拿起锤子并不是因为拥有了所谓的“资格”，而是通过神力强行破解了奥丁加持在上边的魔法，暂时借来用用彻底敲碎这个有无限恢复能力的毁灭性武器。

不得不说，喵喵锤不愧是能在阿斯加德排的上号的强力神器。

仅仅一击，毁灭者战甲的内部构造就出现了严重且不可修复的损毁。

十几锤子下去，这个用乌鲁神钢打造的玩意就基本动弹不得了。

可巴萨扎显然并不打算彻底破坏毁灭者战甲，而是直接召唤来完化旅法师将其送回到左思手中。

After all, both the Destroyer Armor and the Uru Sacred Steel have certain research value.

After doing all this, he noticed the god of thunder who was on the verge of mental collapse and looked ashen. He walked over and asked, "What happened to you? Are you okay?"

"The hammer! My hammer! Give it back to me!"

Thor held Mjolnir tightly and refused to let go, with a hint of pleading in his eyes and tone.

His look made Balthazar feel a little amused and helpless, and he quickly let go of Thor's hammer and handed it over.

"Of course, this originally belonged to you. I just borrowed it for a little while."

"Really?! You are such a nice person! Thank you! Thank you so much! I don't even know what to say."

Thor was so excited that he was incoherent. He picked up his darling and kissed it affectionately.

But he soon discovered that this time the hammer did not fall to the ground, but was picked up easily by him.

"My...my power is back? I have been recognized by Mjolnir once again!"

"Congratulations! It seems you have passed the test of God King Odin."

Balthazar gave his blessings with a smile.

He would never tell the other party that Thor's performance just now had actually passed the test, but he just used his divine power to temporarily seize control of the hammer.

After all, the Destroyer Armor is what the diary specifically requested, so we must take this opportunity to get it.

"This is all thanks to you, my friend. If it weren't for your encouragement, if it weren't for you bravely stepping forward to fight the Destroyer Armor and showing your courage and strength, I might have been killed by that bastard Loki long ago."

Thor opened his arms and gave the divine monk a big hug.

I have to say, the most likable thing about his personality is that he is cheerful and open-minded. He rarely holds a grudge against someone for a lifetime because of a trivial matter.

Quite the opposite!

As long as it is not an extreme situation like parents or brothers being killed or homes being destroyed, as long as you sincerely admit your mistakes and repent, there is a high probability that you will be forgiven by Thor.

"So what are you going to do now?"

Balthazar asked, looking into the other's eyes.

"Do I even need to ask? Of course I will go back and teach Loki a lesson. Considering the disaster he caused this time, I will definitely make him suffer."

Thor answered very straightforwardly.

"Just a lesson?"

Balthazar raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

Now he finally understood why the person in front of him ended up with his parents dying tragically, his brother being killed, his sister and brother turning against each other, and his home being destroyed.

If we talk about who is the most miserable person in this universe, Thor must be in the top three.

It is estimated that only the God Slayer Gol, who lost everything and was insulted and toyed with by the gods, could be better than him.

Thor grinned and asked, "What else can I do? He is my brother. Does an elder brother need a reason to forgive his younger brother who made a mistake?"

"As long as you are happy."

Balthazar was obviously not the kind of person who wanted to help others, so he decided to respect the other party's choice.

"Sorry, I have to go back to Asgard to see what happened. You know, Loki is not easy to deal with."

After that, Thor began to call Heimdall's name, and disappeared in the light of the Rainbow Bridge with the four warriors of Asgard.

As soon as they left, Coulson ran over and asked breathlessly, "Sir, where is the Destroyer armor that you smashed just now?"

"ah!

I returned it to its owner.

With the technology you currently have, it is still a bit difficult to research and crack such things.

But don't worry, once the owner figures out the secret, he will add it to the trading list."

Balthazar gave his answer with a smile.

Although Coulson wanted to argue, he gave up this unrealistic idea after thinking it over again and again, and sighed helplessly: "Well, it seems that this is the only way. In addition, the director is eager to know information about Thor and Asgard. Can you provide us with some?"

Balthazar nodded slightly: “Of course.

In fact, Asgard visited the Earth a long time ago and cooperated with the Nordic people at that time to repel the invasion of the Frost Giants.

From then on, they brought the Earth under their rule and protection.

This is also the origin of Norse mythology and the reason why the Earth has not been invaded by alien forces for thousands of years.

So let me tell you, paranoid Director, that Asgard is not strictly a threat, but rather a potential ally.

Except Loki, of course.

Because he has no blood relationship with Thor at all, he is the adopted son of the Frost Giant by the God King Odin.

After learning about his life experience, this guy obviously became mentally unbalanced and began to have an urge to take revenge on society. "

"That doesn't sound too bad?"

"Well, it's not too bad. The premise is that Odin doesn't mind me forcibly taking away Thor's hammer and taking his armor..."