In front of the ancient and magnificent Bronze City, the shadows let out a laughter that sounded like crying and singing, as if they were cheering for the opening of the Bronze City.
The shadows gathered, and they couldn’t wait to rush into the Bronze City and crawl at the feet of the gods.
"Roar!"
A low voice like a giant bell sounded, and the red-gold pupils of the burly black shadow were as cold as a knife.
The shadows immediately became quiet.
They crawled devoutly, holding the offerings in their hands, twisting like snakes, and passed through the dark hole with a diameter of about one meter on the bronze wall.
This hole was formed when the bronze face opened its mouth, so there were sharp teeth like daggers on the top and bottom.
Thor was tall and big, and when he was stuffed in, he felt bad.
Seeing that a sharp tooth was about to scratch his lower body, he quickly raised his hips.
Swish——
Thor successfully avoided the vitals, but his pants were cut open, revealing two hairy thighs.
"Shit. A terrible experience!"
He cursed inwardly.
He raised his head and quietly observed the interior of the bronze city.
Blue-black metal walls, ancient mysterious patterns, lifelike bronze statues…
Even if Thor still believed that the Golden Palace of Asgard was the greatest building, he had to admit that this bronze city was indeed as perfect as a work of art.
"It’s so beautiful here!!!"
The second person to be stuffed in, Jane Foster, looked at this scene in a daze. The fear in her heart quickly dissipated, and was replaced by a sense of relief that her soul was sublimating.
"Jane, what’s wrong with you?"
Thor was anxious when he found that her eyes were obsessed and even dull.
"There is something wrong with the pattern on the wall. She is in an illusion."
Other people were also stuffed in one after another. As a master of illusion, Loki saw the problem at a glance.
"What should we do now?"
Thor asked anxiously.
"Of course, we should find a way to escape first."
Loki lowered his voice, glanced at the shadows pouring into the Bronze City, and rolled his eyes. "I roughly know what these things are afraid of. Please cooperate with me."
"How to cooperate?" Thor asked.
"You know the life-saving game we often play."
Loki smiled slyly, and a dagger appeared in his bound hand.
The next moment, Loki flicked his wrist and threw the dagger into Thor’s heart.
"……"
Thor was stunned for a moment, and after finding that his chest did not hurt at all, he immediately realized that this was Loki’s illusion.
He nodded in understanding.
Thor was in a state of drama, and screamed in pain, "Ah, I’m dying, please save me."
"……"
Fingal and Coulson watched this scene in silence.
What a joke… This is what Finger thought.
ThisThese gods are so funny, maybe they are not that dangerous… This is what Coulson thought.
"Ah, I’m in so much pain and so cold, I’m dying!"
Thor was embarrassed by the two people staring at him with strange eyes, but in order to save Jane Foster, he had to risk it, and he screamed louder and louder.
"Huh!"
The shadows looked at this scene coldly, unmoved at all.
Thor stopped awkwardly and glared at Loki who was trying not to laugh.
"I still have a way."
Loki smiled in response and glanced at the bronze statue on the wall.
The statue was only a few dozen centimeters long, wearing a luxurious robe, standing on a bridge-shaped bronze pole, with his head slightly lowered, as polite as a nobleman.
But his head looked like a cobra, with a slender neck sticking out from the collar of his robe, which was extremely abrupt.
"This should be the image of a manager."
Loki was very confident in his judgment.
Using magic, he created an illusion similar to the bronze statue. The only difference between the two was that the bronze statue of the snake-faced man was only a few dozen centimeters, while this illusion was as tall as a person and alive.
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As soon as the snake-faced man illusion appeared, all the shadows prostrated themselves on the ground and bowed their heads respectfully.
"Look."
Loki gave Brother Hanhan a proud look, and with a flip of his wrist, the previously hidden scepter of the God King appeared.
Boom!
Golden divine power gushed out from the top of the scepter, evaporating the chains on Thor, Fingel and others.
"Well done!"
Thor excitedly took the scepter thrown by Loki and cut off the chains on his body.
"You can keep your voice down."
Looking at the shadow that raised its head instantly, Loki sighed helplessly and slapped Jane Foster’s forehead, who was almost stunned……..
"What happened to me just now?"
Jane Foster shook her dizzy head with a confused look.
"You are hallucinating."
Loki smiled kindly and slowly walked behind the defenseless silly brother.
Qing!
A cold light flashed, and a magic dagger pierced Thor’s kidney.
"Loki, you…"
Thor opened his eyes in disbelief.
"Fool, you don’t really think that I will help you out of kindness, do you?"
Loki glanced at the ferocious shadow that surrounded him, proudly grabbed the scepter of the God King, and his figure quickly disappeared.
“……”
This wave of love and hatred between brothers stunned Coulson and Jane Foster, who were unaware of the inside story.
The two looked at each other, hurriedly helped the seriously injured Thor up, and moved closer to Finger.
“Thor, I have to say, I am moved by your plastic brotherhood.”
Finger carried the Thor, whose waist was gone, on his shoulder and took out a silver-white lighter from his trouser pocket.
"What should we do now?"
Looking at the thousands of shadows surrounding her from all directions, Jane Foster’s face turned pale.
"No hurry."
Fingal picked up a cigarette and opened the lid of the lighter.
Click!
A faint flame appeared and the cigarette was lit.
"How about it, am I really like James Bond in "007" now, lighting a cigarette in the flames of war, which is so cool."
Fingal blew out a smoke ring and raised his eyebrows proudly.
"What time is it now? Can you be serious!" Jane Foster was almost crazy.
"You don’t have any appreciation at all."
Fingal grumbled in dissatisfaction, turned his head and looked at Coulson, "Hey, agent, give me an objective evaluation, am I as handsome as Agent 007 now?"
"Yes."
Colson’s forehead was sweating, "But now doesn’t seem to be a good time to discuss this."
"Well, it seems that you all lack humor!"
Fingal shrugged and threw the lighter in his hand away, "Friendly reminder, if you don’t want your eardrums to bleed, it’s best to cover your ears first!"
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