"This was my hammer, I should have been able to pick it up..."
"But not anymore. Odin refuses for you to pick up this weapon." Dua interrupted Thor.
Thor looked miserable, said nothing, and lost his soul.
"My promise is still valid. If you are really willing to risk everything and regain your strength, you can come and beg me."
Du Wa emphasized his tone: "It's just that the power I want to give you is not the same thing as the divine power you have, but it does not conflict. Maybe one day you can pick up this hammer again and regain your divine power. That way You can have both powers at the same time.”
When he said this, his tone was very serious. As long as Thor nodded, he would really pick out the best facehugger and give it to Thor.
Of course, after that, Thor would have to obey his orders.
Thor in this period had no humility at all, only endless irritability and a worship of violence.
Du Wa turned to look at the besieged leader of the mutant tribe who was in a hurry: "Look, if you wait a few more minutes and attack when he doesn't want to live, you will be more likely to succeed. You are too anxious."
It was this chatty tone that completely angered the leader of the mutant clan.
It became more and more crazy, its body was covered with all kinds of meat strips, and a pair of sharp claws were tearing everywhere. One of the aliens was not in a hurry to dodge, and was disemboweled on the spot.
Uh-huh!
Several meat strips stretched out and absorbed the alien alive.
But it can only do this. The aliens' cooperation is too close, which always makes it overwhelmed. It can take care of this but not that. Even if it insists on killing an alien, it always hates aliens at critical moments. Give it a hard blow and violently interrupt its actions.
After fighting for a long time, an alien was eliminated.
"How does it taste when you eat your own kind?" Dua asked.
Boom!
The mutant leader stared, and the next second he was punched in the head by the abominable alien, and he felt dizzy.
"The ability that the red tank brings to it is really strong. This kind of attack can't hurt it. In that case..." Duva's expression changed slightly. To this extent, he had already tested the level of this leader.
With a thought in his heart, the many aliens around him, intentionally or unintentionally, missed a few mutants coming in at this moment.
"Dewar, I will organize agents to provide support, and we will work together to clean up these mutants." Coulson's voice was amplified through the loudspeaker.
"As long as you say this before these mutants get close to this shabby camp, I will still believe your sincerity."
Duva didn't give Colson any face, and Colson didn't need any face at all. He looked at the many screens in front of him calmly.
Some of the screens were black, having been destroyed in the fight, but the remaining cameras were enough for Coulson to observe the situation.
He focused on the battles outside the camps. Once again, he looked at the performance of the aliens and remained silent.
Although the scene was bloody, he still had a strong sense of surprise.
Coulson even imagined in his mind the scene of SHIELD controlling these creatures. With this power in hand, he can definitely do too many things.
"Clint, organize our agents, rely on the camp buildings, shoot the mutants, and catch a few alive if possible." Coulson gave the order.
Dua is still a helper, but these mutants are nothing.
Coulson wanted to catch mutants, but Duva wanted even more.
In a moment, four mutants rushed into the camp, and with the sound of gunshots, agents died in their hands one after another.
call out!
Hawkeye drew his bow and nocked an arrow, fired at high speed, hit a mutant's limbs, and detonated the bomb on the arrow on the spot.
A series of explosions sounded, and he thought he had eliminated a mutant, but he was quickly surprised by the scene revealed after the smoke cleared. He saw with his own eyes the mutant trying to repair its broken limbs.
"Everyone, focus the fire! Never give the enemy a chance to heal themselves." Hawkeye said to everyone through the communication device.
No matter how hard they tried to stop them, two mutants rushed into the camp and came to the leader's side.
"Is Duva really incapable of blocking these mutants?" Colson looked confused. According to his understanding of Duva, Duva would not leave such a flaw. This is still an alien outside the camp. Facing mutations On the premise that the clan has a numerical advantage.
The leader of the mutant race stretched out a stick of meat and quickly stabbed it into the bodies of the two mutants, transferring a large amount of energy to strengthen the two younger brothers.
The size of the two ordinary mutants rapidly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their physical strength also increased crazily.
"That's right." Dua nodded secretly.
As a leader, it has the ability to share its power with its subordinates, but equally, sharing power means weakening its own power.
Using overwhelming offensives and precise strikes from hateful aliens, forcing the leaders of the mutant tribe to expend their strength to train their younger brothers, this was the temporary tactic Duva formulated.
There was no way, otherwise he would try his best to break through the defense of this thing, let alone find an opportunity to send out facehuggers to parasitize it.
The weaker the leader, the higher Dua's chances.
"It's still a bit unsafe to bring in only two mutants, but if we bring in two more..."
Dua calculated quickly. He could observe the overall situation through all members of the opposite sex and perform micro-control accurately.
A mutant race that had been strengthened and had powerful defenses aimed at Dua and rushed over.
The open mouth was about to crush Dua's neck.
Duva glanced at Thor next to him and confirmed that the lost guy didn't want to hide at all. He was so heartbroken that he took action himself. He turned sideways to avoid the mutant attack. He raised his hand and stretched out two fingers to dig into the opponent's eyes. , and his eyes popped out.
"There are always people who think I'm weak. I'm not a summoner who relies on pets to fight."
Duva shook off the dirt on his hands, threw the travel bag he had always carried on his back to the ground, and decided to do it himself.
Just when Dua also took action.
In an ordinary open space.
Loki watched the battle quietly.
Seeing Thor in danger, he almost couldn't help but take action, but luckily he held back.
"Is this Midgardian the guy who defeated the Eternals? He's not useless, but that doesn't explain why my father is so concerned about the Eternals."
Loki was puzzled. He didn't believe that God King Odin would look for trouble. There must be a reason that he didn't know.
As for Dewar…
"For the sake of saving my idiot brother and being able to lead this fighting group, I will spare his life."
Loki looked at the mutant leader with fear, then looked at the abhorred alien, and the evil smile appeared on his lips again.
The second mage in the Nine Realms is always full of confidence in himself.
