The God Killer in the American Comics World

"I am using the power inherited from Zeus."

Ange said no more.

It is wrong to say too much. It is better not to say anything than to cover it up with lies.

Lies are very difficult to succeed for gods, no, for any existence beyond the understanding of earthlings.

Ange is used to this kind of communication.

In bringing this hybrid world of Marvel and DC to where it is today, Ange already has some clues.

Recently Ange's cross-space search ability has reached its limit. This has nothing to do with the level of teleportation ability. Without being able to significantly improve his perception, Ange realized that he probably couldn't sense the paradise island where Wonder Woman was originally located. Not only is space there, but time is not at the same latitude.

When luck doesn't work, the only thing Ange can think of is to obtain the power of time and space from the world line of [Doctor Strange].

It's a pity that Master Gu Yi is not that easy to talk to. He wanted to cause trouble at this time, but he was shot to death by Gu Yi in minutes.

Wandering in the same place is a dead end. Only by being promoted to a planet-level powerhouse can you have a chance to control your own destiny.

How can it be so easy to advance to the planet level?

So whether you go to the Greek gods to cause trouble, or follow Brother Hammer around the universe in the future, this is a risk.

As long as the reward is proportional to the risk, it's no big deal.

Here, Ange's questions to Sif were basically answered.

Sif really didn't hear any flaws.

Because even the motive that she was most concerned about, Ange followed what she said - the ether particles are the [Reality Stones], and there is a guy named Thanos in the universe who is spying on this thing. Since what Kratos wants has nothing to do with Asgard, it's easy to say.

"Okay. The formal questioning is over. Now it's time for you to experience the passion of Asgard." Sif went out for a walk.

The next battle will make Ange unable to deal with it.

A 10-piece band, a group of elf dancers, a ten-square-meter table full of delicious food, and a whole row of wine weighing more than Ange's weight...

"this……"

"You saved Queen Frigga! We all thank you! Everyone loves her. This is the courtesy you deserve."

Sif laughed, patted Ange's shoulder affectionately, and persuaded him to drink.

Alfheim, under the rule of the Asgardians, is the country of elves, and beautiful elves of light really exist. These elves are about the same height as humans, have white skin, and have long, pointed ears. If Ange has any regrets, it is probably because there are two pairs of translucent dragonfly-style wings behind these light elves.

A time traveler secretly complained: If they were similar to the elves in World of Warcraft, I would have to take a few of them back to warm my bed, forget about the winged birdmen.

The band is made up of dwarfs from Watheim. These little guys, who are probably less than half a person tall, are great helpers in setting the mood.

Ange, whose left and right eyelids were twitching wildly at the same time, wanted to complain, because he felt like he had regained the job of the original owner of this body - to be an excellent nightclub blogger.

However, it is probably a rare treat to dare to visit the shop of the Asa in Norse mythology.

After downing five one-pound bottles of strong liquor, Sif was somewhat tipsy.

"I was in a hurry last time I went to Earth. Are the pubs on Earth as lively as ours now?"

"Well, as a former nightclub prince, I insist that nightclubs on Earth are busier than this."

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Ange took out his smartphone and randomly pulled out a video of a nightclub. The loud music, psychedelic lights, and people twisting their limbs crazily made Sif look a little dazed.

"They looked happy."

"It's very high!"

"Is that how the woman named Jane fascinated Thor?" Sif looked a little drunk and pointed at a girl with very little fabric on the screen.

What did this girl say?

Just like the American girl who would appear when you search for words such as "During the Great Depression..." and "Energy Ditty", this kind of dress is definitely too much for Sif. Sif dared to dress like this, fearing that Frigga would kill her as soon as she woke up.

Ange's facial muscles twitched unnaturally - should I tell you, is it because in Thor's eyes, Miss Jane is a rare type? She will never be submissive to Thor. She dares to give Thor two big tricks. Do you dare? Sometimes, men just want to be rare and fresh.

Can Ange say these words?

he can not!

"Hey! I'm not interested in their affairs, don't get involved with me. But, I have dated quite a few women like this before."

"How do you feel?" Sif suddenly hugged Ange's neck. This action was actually very brotherly, and it also tested someone's body.

System prompt: [Sif launches a clamping attack on the host unconsciously, and is judging the host's strength and constitution... The judgment is passed, and the host is immune to this clamping damage. 】

Ange finally understood why Mao's right eyelid was twitching. As long as his physical fitness was lower than 100 points, there was a chance that his cervical vertebra alone would immediately split into 206 pieces.

Ange shrugged naturally and flicked Sif away: "Not really. For me now, women on Earth are too weak. They are like delicate porcelain that needs careful care. If I exert even a little force, they will break many bones. "

"That's right!" Sif seemed to be so angry that she took a big gulp. "I really don't know what's so good about that woman! Thor was fascinated by her, and he asked Heimdall to keep an eye on her movements all day and report to him regularly."

"Love sometimes doesn't need a reason." Ange clinked glasses with her and drank the 500 ml of liquor, which was at least 50 degrees.

"Woo woo woo! I sacrificed so much for him and learned to be a good wife and mother. I waited for him for thousands of years, but he never treated me as a woman."

Anger looked at Sif speechlessly.

In fact, there is a reason why Sif was worshipped as a goddess by mortals in the mythological era. She is very powerful. She is a wingman when she is on horseback and a good wife when she is off horseback.

To be fair, her appearance is quite good.

The biggest difference between her and Miss Jane is the difference in their face shapes. Sif's face tends to be more square. In fact, it is best for this face shape to have long hair, use wavy hairstyles, and use long bangs to cover the cheekbones and part of the jaw, so as not to expose all the facial lines.

Although Sif has long hair, she has a long straight hairstyle for fighting, which exposes the forehead and facial lines, which makes her look too masculine and even a little old-fashioned.

No wonder Thor only treats her as a buddy.

Relatively speaking, Miss Jane has a typical oval face, and that kind of feminine beauty is something Sif can't learn.

"Woo woo woo! Obviously I have a better figure." Maybe Sif had some tentative taste before, but now, she is really drunk and heartbroken: "That vixen may have deliberately padded..."

"Well, how about I teach you a song, you will feel better after singing it. The song is called "The Fox is Padded"!