The God Killer in the American Comics World

Too exaggerated!

The hard wall, at least half a meter thick, melted silently like thin paper touched by a branding iron.

A humanoid object that looked like a lava monster rushed over, and at a speed that she could not imagine, it pinched Frigga's wrist with one hand at the last moment.

As an Aesir, as a true goddess, Frigga had strength and agility far beyond that of earthlings, but the attributes she was proud of were useless in front of this terrible cursed warrior.

Facing the big hand like a palm leaf fan, Frigga chanted several spells in an instant.

However, every spell that hit this cursed warrior who used burning his soul and life as power became a meaningless soap bubble that broke at the touch.

A ridiculously large palm that seemed to be made of boiling lava pinched Frigga's neck tightly!

"Uh ah——"

Miss Jane was completely panicked.

When her greatest reliance, Queen Frigga, was also captured, what could she do?

As a woman with superhero qualities, Jane Foster has never been a weak woman who can only scream or collapse on the ground when she encounters danger.

She may not have the strength to fight against extraordinary strongmen at this moment, but it does not mean that she can't do anything.

She had secretly taken off the golden hairpin a long time ago, twisted it as agreed, and then protected Jane with illusions to evacuate, and Malekith signaled the cursed warrior to kill Frigga at that moment...

A miracle happened!

This is a decisive blow!

Ange didn't know that the portal he opened urgently would be in this broken position.

In any ordinary place, as long as there are accurate spatial coordinates, Ange can now clearly perceive the situation of the portal opening position.

Unfortunately, this is the Fairy Palace. Even if the protective array is broken, there are still various powerful divine objects and passive divine power protection systems that interfere with Ange's perception.

He barely found a piece of open space to pass through, but as soon as he came out, he saw the cursed warrior trying to backstab the Queen of God!

If the armored giant didn't hold a sword, Anger would think of something like "The Fall of the Queen".

But...

You dare to do such a cruel thing to such an old woman?

The world is really going downhill and morals are declining!

The golden light on the artifact sword [Achilles] in Anger's hand was shining, as if a pillar of fire was tightly held in his hand.

He stabbed forward at a faster speed than the cursed warrior at the shortest distance. Due to the angle of the portal, this portal, which was not much bigger than a basin, corresponded to the buttocks of the cursed warrior.

As a result, Anger stabbed the cursed warrior from the buttocks to his waist, and the sword that was originally enough to stab Frigga to death was deviated by a few inches and stabbed the left shoulder blade of the Aesir Queen.

The strength of the cursed warrior is so amazing that even if he stabbed the wrong part and stabbed the relatively hard part of the opponent's body, under the absolute power, it can be clearly seen that Frigga's left shoulder exploded, and bloody bone fragments mixed with scattered flesh and blood splashed everywhere.

"No——" As if it was destined, Thor arrived at the critical moment.

The terrifying lightning from Thor's Hammer broke through the magic shield on Malekith's body, and instantly scorched the right half of his face.

Seeing that things were hopeless, the cursed warrior Algorim gave up entanglement with Thor and Ange, hugged Malekith with one hand, and jumped out from the terrace outside the side hall.

The angry Thor swung his Meow Hammer in an attempt to chase them.

Unfortunately, he failed.

The opponent's retreat was not dragged at all, and he jumped directly onto the back of a dark elf stealth fighter, and retreated back to the cross space mothership in the sky in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the enemy retreating like a tide, Thor rushed to his old mother: "Mother! Mother! What happened to you?"

"Cough! I'm not dead yet." Frigga coughed up blood. She glanced at the bald man Kratos standing with his hands down, and saw Jane Foster holding the golden hairpin tightly. Before she fainted, she grabbed her son's arm with one hand: "Don't neglect the guests!"

Thor turned his head to look at Ange and showed a stiff smile: "Of course not, Kratos and I have been comrades-in-arms for a long time."

Odin came with a large number of Asgard guards at this time, belatedly.

The scene in front of him made Odin feel relieved. However, after confirming the safety of the Queen, he rudely ordered: "Imprison Miss Foster and Mr. Kratos separately."

Thor exploded when he heard this. He was very angry and puzzled. He roared loudly: "Father God! It was Kratos who saved the Queen Mother."

Odin stared at Ange with his one eye that seemed to be able to see through the past and the future. The terrible power of God, which was so huge that it was like the seven seas pouring out seawater at the same time, almost pressed Ange to kneel on the spot.

No words!

Anger crossed his arms and stared at Odin stubbornly, not afraid at all!

"I know he saved Frigga, but I won't trust an Olympian wearing a full-body leather suit! Even if he saved my wife!"

Anger was almost speechless under the terrifying pressure of the God King. His teeth were chattering, but he still refused to bow his head: "I'm not interested in saving the wife of an arrogant Asgardian old man! I'm here to ensure that the [Aether Particles] you mentioned don't fall into the hands of bastards!"

Tit for tat!

No fear!

No respect for a true God King!

Anger's performance made Thor feel comfortable.

No! In fact, even Odin gave Ange a high look: "I will not apologize! Asgard is in an extraordinary period. Take him down to rest. Apart from not being allowed to leave, he will try to satisfy him with everything."

Ange admitted in his heart that if he were in Odin's position, he would do the same thing.

An outsider appeared at a critical time. Because the timing was too coincidental, it was not wrong to treat him as a prisoner until his suspicion could not be cleared.

As for being rude or something, you can always make up for it afterwards.

Odin made his decision, and Thor could only smile bitterly at Ange.

Ange nodded to Brother Hammer and left proudly.

At this time, the Immortal Palace was a mess, and the God King and his son were also in a state of distress.

No one had time to pay attention to Ange.

Ange was not annoyed. He knew that there were two dozen guards outside the closed room where he was, and even the captain was as strong as a Greek demigod. He leisurely began to taste Asgard's wine.

Just then, the door opened.

A handsome woman in military uniform strode in: "Hello! Mr. Kratos, I am Sif!"

"Oh? The goddess of land and harvest?" The corner of Ange's mouth raised slightly.

Sif was surprised: "Are you talking about me in Norse mythology on Earth?"

"Yes."

Sif shrugged: "I think I have this so-called [priesthood], probably because I played too crazy at a harvest festival."

"This story... is really interesting."

"What about you? Kratos, what kind of character are you in Greek mythology?"

"A murderer!"