The rain was pouring down like crazy, and bright lightning was slithering through the sky like a silver snake.
Loki wiped the rain off his face, looked at his silly brother with a bad look in his eyes, and the gradually approaching shadows, and felt a little melancholy.
I was careless, I didn’t expect there would be such a ghost thing in the courtyard!
If he had known this, he should have brought the Destroyer Armor.
"Loki!"
Seeing his brother’s expression of regret for not being able to kill him, Thor stepped forward angrily, "Tell me, why is my father’s scepter in your hand?"
"Because my father is dead." Loki blinked innocently.
"Impossible!!"
Thor exclaimed in disbelief.
"This is true."
Loki’s tone was sincere, "Because of your reckless behavior, father was too sad and exhausted, and has fallen into a permanent sleep."
"No, this is not true, how could father die so easily…"
Thor covered his head in pain.
Just as easy to deceive as before!
Loki was proud and almost couldn’t help laughing out loud.
Rolling his eyes cunningly, he decided to add fuel to the fire, "Brother, this is not your fault. Before my father died, he said that he didn’t blame you, but only blamed himself for not educating you well."
"Father!!!"
Thor was even more painful after hearing this, and suddenly rushed into the shadow like crazy.
"Uh… so reckless?"
Loki was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop this idiot, but after thinking about it, he hardened his heart and took his hand back.
Boom boom——
Lightning streaks pierced the dark night.
Under the illumination of lightning.
Thor, who rushed towards the shadow without hesitation, was like Don Quixote riding a pony to challenge the windmill.
Just looking at his back, he was very brave!
But… he rushed very fast.
Thor, who had lost his divine power, could only be regarded as an ordinary person. Perhaps he was proficient in fighting skills, but facing a group of deadpools, he only lasted less than a second.
With a plop.
Thor’s cheeks swelled up high, and he fainted gloriously.
The shadow lifted him up, and then a pair of dark golden pupils shifted their targets, staring closely at Loki, Finkel, Coulson and Jane Foster.
The suffocating pressure spread.
Coulson held the gun tightly in his hand and looked at Finkel who seemed to know these things very well, "Sir, can you explain what they want to do?"
"It should be, maybe, probably… to use us as sacrifices."
Fingel touched his chin, a little uncertain.
"Will we be eaten?"
Jane Foster bit her pale lips.
"Worse, we will become like these guys."
Fingel raised the alchemical long knife, and his gray-blue eyes suddenly lit up, as bright and majestic as gold.
"Fingel, your eyesEyes? ! ! "
Jane Foster covered her mouth in disbelief.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that I have dragon blood flowing in my body just like these guys…"
Fingal twisted his neck and shot out like a sharp arrow.
He spun violently, and the long sword brought a dazzling arc of light, and the rain splashed into a circle.
The sticky black blood splashed everywhere, and the black shadows roared and wailed, like long snakes leaping from the ground, ferociously rushing towards the man.
"To be honest, you bugs are really ugly. If I became like you, countless young girls in the world would be so heartbroken that they couldn’t breathe! "
Fingal was still complaining, but his body quickly retreated and recited some ancient language.
This language came from the vast ancient times and possessed mysterious power.
Just recited a few sentences.
Fingal’s bear-like body swelled again, his muscles bulged, and flashed with a cold and hard luster like bronze.
Word Spirit. Bronze Throne!
This is a power unique to dragons and hybrids.
The currently known Word Spirits are similar to the periodic table arrangement, from 1 to 118.
Among them, the serial number of the Bronze Throne is 97, which can strengthen the body’s strength and make the muscles as hard as bronze.
When Finger used this Word Spirit, his body immediately became as hard as steel, his strength increased greatly, and his body expanded by at least twice.
"Oh, damn, my perfect figure can no longer be hidden. ” (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
Fingal tore open his tattered shirt, rushed into the shadows, and swung his knife like a lion.
One shadow after another split in the light of the knife, and the thick and fishy black blood overflowed, mixed with the rain and splashed on his back.
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"Only on earth can there be such a powerful warrior?"
Loki touched his chin, his eyes flickering.
Thinking for a while.
He used magic to create an illusion, and quietly walked to the side.
"Only a fool would fight to the death with those monsters. ”
After slipping out of the base, Loki chuckled triumphantly and raised the God King’s scepter again, "Heimdall, I order you as the God King to open the Rainbow Bridge immediately."
Still no response.
"Shit, that guy must have done it on purpose."
Loki cursed angrily and prepared to run farther and try again.
But at this time.
In the ink-like darkness, pairs of dark golden pupils lit up.
More shadows surrounded from all directions.
They looked exactly the same pale faces, with no expression, but each face was filled with too many past events.
Loki blinked in astonishment, thought for a few tenths of a second, and separated hundreds of phantoms.
Five minutes later.
In the shadowUnder their pursuit, Loki narrowly escaped back to the base, his face black.
What the hell is this place?
He ran in one direction, and he returned to the same place very quickly? ! !
"Hey, warriors in the courtyard."
Loki thought for a while and looked at Fingel who was still fighting with the shadow, "Do you know… how to leave here?"
"This is the intersection of Nibelungen and the present world. You must find the key point to get out."
Fingel replied casually.
"Key point?"
Loki looked around and finally stopped his eyes on (Zhao Zhao) Thor’s hammer.
If there is anything special about this place, it should be this artifact made of the core of a star.
"Smart people can often see the correct answer at a glance."
Loki took out the God King’s Scepter and smashed it hard on Thor’s Hammer.
Kachafu!
The God King’s Scepter is Odin’s weapon, and it is also a divine weapon. When the two divine weapons collided, huge and chaotic energy raged, and the surrounding space was shattered like a mirror.
"Done!"
Loki raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked at the rapidly changing space with pride.
The lightning disappeared, the rainstorm disappeared, and Loki, Fingel and others came from the intersection of Nibelungen and the present world to… the real Nibelungen.
Smelling the breath of strangers, the deadpools standing quietly here woke up one after another.
In the darkness, countless golden pupils lit up, and the cold eyes stared at the strangers who broke into Nibelungen.
(⊙x⊙）
The proud expression on Loki’s face was completely solidified. .
