The God Killer in the American Comics World

Jormungandr was careless. He did not expect that the headless horseman's attack power was so high.

"Who? Who else!?"

Listening to Jörmungandr's angry roar, Diana rolled her eyes at Ange: "You have so many cards."

Ange shrugged: "No way, this is Asgard! Fighting here is too overwhelming for an Olympus god like me. The physical combat power will not be affected. If you use divine power, it will consume twice as much." "The power is at least halved. I can only help delay it."

Diana suddenly understood: "The opponent's power is almost unlimited, so since we are stalling for time, we have to wait until the last singer comes on stage."

Almost echoing her words, a hole was suddenly opened in the space on the east side of Asgard, and an extremely showy spaceship rushed out of the space turbulence.

Just a few seconds later, the anti-aircraft gunners responsible for controlling the area opened fire on the ship.

In fact, the Asgardian soldier had already pressed his finger on the trigger until he saw through the optical telescope a short-haired boy who was no longer a coquettish guy sticking out of the open hatch of the spacecraft.

"Oh my God! It's really His Majesty Thor Odinson!"

"His Majesty is back!"

"We are saved!"

Cheers rippled through Asgard's communication circuit and quickly reached Sif's ears.

Sif, who was ready to die for her country, breathed a long sigh of relief: "Thor, you bastard."

Fandral was the most frivolous. He laughed: "Although our Majesty often does unreliable things, he never lets us down at critical moments!"

Heimdall rolled his eyes at Fandral. He, who was always serious and rigid, would not say this. But at this time, he would not correct Fandral.

Who knew that Thor, who had made his much-anticipated appearance, could not stand firmly at this moment. Thor, who had just come out of the 'Devil's Chrysanthemum', was suffering from space turbulence. Thanks to his extraordinary physique, he finally woke up and was still There is a feeling of dizziness and nausea.

No way, this is the price of taking shortcuts.

"Ouch! My head feels so itchy. Is this going to grow a brain?" Thor's legs trembled.

Dr. Banner, who was next to him, complained to him: "Fart! You only grew a brain after being tricked by Loki too many times."

Under normal circumstances, Banner would not be able to complain like this. He was also dizzy, a state more akin to a drunken spouting of truth.

Miraculously, Thor actually agreed: "You're right, I was tricked too much by Loki. You don't know... Well, I tricked him this time, hahaha!"

"Wake up! You two idiots!" This Valkyrie lady who looked like an ogre flew up with her feet and kicked the two idiots from the hatch thirty meters above the ground. Came down.

Well, tell people to wake up? In fact, this guy looks like he has a huge hangover.

Under the attention of dozens of Asgardian guards, their new king Thor fell hard to the solid floor tiles in an extremely weird and humiliating posture, and was stunned. A large human figure fell out.

Well, that's very Thor.

If another king had done this, he would have been disgraced and sent abroad.

For some reason, the soldiers thought it was right: this guy with a shaved head and no longer a handsome man with long flowing hair was indeed their king.

What's outrageous is that Banner didn't fall to the ground, but fell into a deep fountain. He was picked up by the soldiers in various ways. No one knew that they missed an opportunity to activate the strong reinforcement (Hulk).

Over there, Ange, who learned about Thor's return through the communication, breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not a matter of whether he is willing to help and fight, but it is a matter of blowing up his hometown. Only the orthodox heir of the Odinson family can do it. If anyone else dares to do it, it will be a mortal enemy!

Thor felt dizzy and patted his cheek to wake himself up. Looking at the concerned men beside him, he shook his head and asked, "How is the situation?"

"Master Kratos helped evacuate all the civilians. Now the ancient demon wolf Fenrir he activated is fighting a fierce battle with the big snake at the beach, but the situation is not optimistic..." A golden-armored captain quickly explained the situation.

"Take me back to Asgard first!" Thor jumped onto an Asgard golden speed car and rushed back in a hurry.

When entering the main gate of Asgard, Thor saw Ange on the terrace.

"Okay, thank you Kratos! Leave it to me next." Thor's thunderous shouts passed far away.

Ange waved towards Thor.

Diana used her extraordinary perception to look at Thor from a distance. What she could see was that the divine power and wind elements surrounding Thor were strong.

The key is who to compare with.

Compared with the overflowing divine power of Jörmungandr, there is no comparison at all, and there is still a sense of chaos. Obviously Thor has not recovered from the bad state of space travel.

Diana frowned immediately: "Can Thor do it in this state?"

"No! Even Thor at 100% condition is still in trouble."

After all, that is a big snake whose destructive power is greater than Hela!

It's not that Jörmungandr is necessarily stronger than Hela. The key is that this guy is bigger and can extract the divine power of Asgard, the treasured land of the gods, faster.

This is like a high-power motor crushing a low-power one.

Unfortunately, Thor probably won't be able to make up his mind to blow up Asgard without a fight.

No matter what, Thor won't hesitate!

Having lost Thor's hammer, he is in urgent need of a new weapon.

Of course, it is not just any low-level artifact that can be used to fight against the big snake.

He came to the throne of the God King that was restored before Odin was exiled in the hall, and saw the golden spear leaning quietly beside the throne.

That was his father's relic, the famous top-level divine spear - the eternal spear [Gungnir (Gungnir)]!

In the days when Loki pretended to be Odin and was crazy about his death, Loki did not dare to touch this divine spear with his own will at all, because it might backfire on him.

It was a small matter to be exposed. Loki was afraid that this divine spear would turn around and nail him, the "number one filial son in the world", to the steps in front of the throne.

Loki only dared to let [Gungnir] be a mascot, standing there quietly.

With a long sigh, Thor stretched out his hand somewhat anxiously. When he held the gun tightly, a sigh sounded in his ears.

Obviously, Gunnir knew Odin's fate.

In the only heir of the former master, Gungnir felt a will called inheritance.

It chose to obey.

Perhaps Thor was not suitable to use it, but considering Odin's will, he had to make do with it.

To be honest, a forced melon is not sweet, but it quenches thirst!

Now that the enemy is at hand, there is really no choice.

When Thor stepped out of the gate of Asgard with the magic spear in hand, Anger, who was watching, complained: "Since ancient times, spearmen have been lucky E!"