The God Killer in the American Comics World

Marvel and DC universes are worlds that are always different.

Even though he took over Thor's body when he traveled through time, there are many perverts who are stronger than him.

Anger can be the sixth and act arrogantly in front of his peers, but he will never be so arrogant as to think that mastering "history" means controlling the future.

After all, he has a system, which is at most potential.

It takes time, effort and opportunity to transform potential into combat power.

Yes, he did tell Thor that this thing cannot be given to the Collector. He never thought that the Asgard high-level officials would finally put this thing directly into his hands.

Everyone else was a little confused: "Aren't you going to give it to the Collector?"

"Why must it be him?" Sif's eyes moved, looking at this great human hero who protected Thor and successfully killed Malekith, she found it very funny: "Since the Cosmic Cube and the Aether cannot be placed together, Asgard must dispose of it and put it in a relatively safe place. The Collector is just a person with a good reputation and is one of our subjects of investigation."

Volstagg spoke, his buzzing sound was a bit like beating a drum: "You and Thor fought against the Chitauri together, and you are a great hero of the earth. You killed Malekith yourself and gave the Aether to Thor. Although Thor is not here now, he agreed with the four of us before he left that you will keep the Aether to ensure that it will not be abused."

This, this is an Infinity Stone!

Anger always thought that the Asgardians were arrogant and conceited, but now it seems that they are still a little cute.

Little did he know that his surprised reaction was sincere in the eyes of Sif and Volstagg - obviously Kratos really didn't think of occupying the [Aether Particle].

Sif held Anger's hands with both hands and helped him close his hands: "We all believe that only a great hero like you can ensure that it is not abused."

"Okay! I swear!" Anger's oath was sincere.

After all, no matter how powerful the [Reality Stone] is, not everyone can afford it.

Without the [Power Stone] or [Space Stone] to power it, this thing can easily drain Anger as long as the application range in imagination is slightly larger.

A mere demigod as a battery is not enough for the [Reality Stone] to squeeze for three seconds.

Anger would not use it even if he abused it.

His eyes with awe and sincerity fell into the eyes of the two Asgardians, making them more confident.

"Okay, the business is done. Won't you buy us a drink?" Sif's expression was a little subtle. Is this cunning? Is it an invitation? Or a temptation?

Anger didn't know.

Especially after Volstagg said, "Hey, Kratos, don't think of using ordinary wine to get rid of us. You don't want to lose the reputation of the Olympian gods!", this rough guy raised the cocktail party to an outrageous height with one sentence.

Lose the people but not the battle.

To deal with the Asgardians, either use a fist the size of a water tank or a barrel of the same size.

Anger grinned: "Follow me!"

He led the two people across the portal and came to a huge and bright basement.

"Where is this?" If he didn't know that Kratos and Thor were friends who fought side by side, Volstagg would probably pick up his axe.

Anger smiled mysteriously: "Please wait."

He walked to a communicator by the door and said a few words to the video phone. Not long after, an elegant old butler in a black tuxedo appeared at the door of the basement.

He bowed deeply to the two visitors with impeccable etiquette: "My young master's identity is a very important secret. Please forgive me, my two distinguished guests. According to the young master's suggestion, I think it would be more appropriate to take you directly to the wine cellar."

"Wine cellar!?" When Volstagg heard this, his eyes lit up.

Following the old butler, the group soon arrived at an extremely exaggerated wine cellar.

This wine cellar is so big that it can fit a Boeing 767 passenger plane.

In the distance, there are rows of large oak barrels that can fit Volstagg in their entirety; in the near distance, there are wine showrooms with different decoration styles.

For example, the nearest one, with wooden grille walls, is filled with hundreds of bottles of sealed glass wine; a little further away, there are bottles of crystal clear brandy; further out, there is vodka; there is even a storage room dedicated to white wine.

Led by the butler, the three of them sat on the central platform surrounded by countless wine cellars.

This feeling was wonderful, like a wine king inspecting his territory, and the subjects in each territory offered their most precious wine as tribute.

"Oh my God! Your place is great." Volstagg made a happy sound like a mouse falling into a rice jar.

Even Sif couldn't help but shed tears of emotion at the corner of her mouth.

When the two Asgardians went to the supermarket to buy more than a dozen bottles of different good wines and put them on the high table, the first batch of side dishes had been brought up by the old butler himself pushing a small dining cart.

A standing kitchen can meet the host's banquet needs in the shortest time.

Sif half-closed her eyes and looked at Ange curiously.

She claimed that no one knew what a banquet was better than the Asgardians, and knew that these wines were not affordable for ordinary families.

Although the style was different from that of the Asgardians, the two of them immediately tasted that the food was delicious and the wine was top-notch.

After three rounds of drinking, Sif's eyes were a little dazed, and she hooked Ange's neck readily: "Great! So, you know that we are upset because of bad things, so you help us drink to relieve our sorrow?"

"I don't know, but I can guess from your faces." Ange smiled and clinked glasses with Sif, and blew a large bottle of brandy directly.

Drinking to relieve sorrow is different from [borrowing] wine to relieve sorrow!

After drinking too much, Sif opened her mouth: "Odin has been crazy recently! I don't know what he's crazy about, he punished Heimdall and slew many people..."

At the main entrance of the mansion more than ten meters above their heads, Master Bruce Wayne came back with a beautiful girl in each hand. Although the appearance and figure of these two girls are only about 70% to 80% of the level of Black Widow, they are also rare and exquisite.

Bruce was originally very happy tonight, but when he came back, he found that the old butler was not there. He was stunned: "Where is Alfred?"

A maid said: "Mr. Pennyworth is in the wine cellar to help greet Master Wayne's guests."

Master Bruce's facial muscles and right eyelids twitched wildly at the same time, and his good mood tonight was gone.

Just after settling the newly caught girl, Bruce saw the old butler Alfred come out: "Wait! How much of my collection did that bastard drink?"

"Three bottles of [Henry IV Grand Champagne Cognac] are gone..."

After the old butler smiled and reported the number, the master felt that he had some signs of myocardial infarction. Although the eight-digit check that the old butler took out immediately gave him some comfort, he still felt a sense of sadness!

Is this a matter of money?

This is my life!