Behind the Scenes from American Comics

The torrential rain fell madly, and bright lightning flew through the air like silver snakes.

Loki wiped the rain off his face, looking at the silly big brother with bad eyes and the gradually approaching shadows, feeling a little melancholy.

Careless, I didn't expect Midgard to have such a ghost!

Knowing this earlier, he should have put on the Destroyer armor.

"Loki!"

Seeing his younger brother's expression of regret for not being able to kill him, Thor stepped forward angrily, "Say, why is your father's scepter in your hands?"

"Because my father died." Loki blinked innocently.

"impossible!!"

Thor startled Roar in disbelief.

"This is real.

Loki's tone was sincere, "Because of your reckless behavior, my father is overwhelmed and exhausted, and has fallen into a perpetual slumber."39

"No, it's not true, how could my father die so easily...35

Thor covered his head in pain.

As deceiving as ever!

Loki was so pleased with himself that he almost couldn't help laughing.

Turning his eyes slyly, he decided to add fire, "Brother, it's not your fault, my father said before he died that he didn't blame you, but that he didn't educate you well.

"Father!!!"

Thor was even more painful when he heard the words, and suddenly rushed into the shadow like a madman.

"Uh... so reckless?"

Loki was stunned for a moment, subconsciously wanting to reach out to stop this idiot, but after thinking about it, he relented and took his hand back.

rumbling—

Lightning streaks cut through the dark night.

under the light of thunder.

Thor, who rushed to the shadow without hesitation, was like Don Quixote who challenged the windmill on a pony.

Just looking at the back is very brave!

But... flutter fast.

Thor, who has lost his power, can only be regarded as an ordinary person. Perhaps he is proficient in fighting skills, but he only lasted for less than a second in the face of the hordes of Deadpool.

Puff.

Thor's cheeks were swollen high and he fainted in honor.

Sombra lifted it up, then diverted its dark golden pupils, staring at Loki, Fingal, Phil Coulson, and Jane Foster.

The suffocating pressure spreads.

Phil Coulson clenched his gun tightly and looked at Fingal, who seemed to know these things well, "Sir, can you explain what they're trying to do.~?

"Probably, maybe, probably... to treat us as sacrifices.

Fingal touched his chin, a little uncertain.

"Will we be eaten? 35

Jane Foster bit her whitish lips.

"Worse, we're going to be like these guys."

Fingal raised his alchemy knife, his gray-blue eyes suddenly lit up, dazzling and majestic like gold.

"Fingal, your eyes?!!

Jane Foster covered her mouth in disbelief.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, like these guys, I have dragon blood flowing in my body..."

Fingal twisted his neck and shot out like a sharp arrow.

He spun sharply, the long knife brought a dazzling arc, and the rain splashed into a circle.

Viscous black blood splattered everywhere, and the shadows roared and wailed, like a long snake jumping up from the ground, savagely pounced on the man.

"One thing to say, you bugs are so ugly, if I become like you, countless young girls in the world will be so heartbroken that they can't Roar suck!"

Fingal was still complaining, but his body quickly retreated, uttering some ancient language.

This language comes from the vast ancient times and has mysterious power.

Just read a few words.

Fingal's bear-like body swelled again, and his muscles bulged, shining with a bronze-like cold and hard luster.

Yan Ling. Bronze Throne!

This is a power unique to dragons and hybrids.

The currently known word spirits are similar to the arrangement of the periodic table of elements, from 1 to 118.

Among them, the serial number of the bronze throne is 97, which can strengthen the strength of the body and make the muscles as hard as bronze.

When Fingal used this word, his body immediately became as hard as steel, his strength increased greatly, and his size at least doubled.

"Oh, damn, my perfect figure can't be hidden anymore.

Fingal tore his tattered shirt apart, rushed into the shadows, and swung his knife like a lion.

One shadow after another split open in the light of the knife, and thick black blood spilled out, mixed with rainwater and splashed on his back.

[The exclamation value from Jane Foster +932]

[From Phil. Phil Coulson's amazing value +1254]

[From Loki. Odinsen's amazing value +1765]

"On Earth, there are warriors of this strength?""

Loki touched his chin, his eyes flickering.

Think for a while.

He used magic to create a phantom, and he quietly walked aside.

"It's a fool to fight those monsters to the death.""

After slipping out of the base, Loki chuckled triumphantly and held the God-King scepter high again, "Heimdall, I order you as God-King to open Bifrost immediately.

Still no response.

"shit, that guy must have done it on purpose. 55

Loki cursed bitterly, ready to run away and try again.

But this time.

In the darkness like thick ink, a pair of dark golden pupils lit up.

More black shadows came from all directions.

They have the same pale faces, and they are all expressionless, but each face is filled with too many past events.

Loki blinked in amazement, thought for a fraction of a second, and separated hundreds of phantoms.

five minutes later.

Under the siege and interception of the shadows, Loki managed to escape back to the base with a black face.

What the hell is this place?

He runs in one direction, and he will return to the same place very soon?!!

"`Hello, warriors of Midgard. "

Loki thought for a while, then looked at Fingal, who was still fighting the shadow, "Do you know...how to get out of here?

"This is the intersection of Nibelungen and the present world. We must find the key point before we can get out."

Fingel replied casually.

"key point?"

Loki glanced around, finally settling on the (good) Mjolnir.

This ghost place, if you want to say anything special, it should be this artifact created by the Fixed Star core.

"Smart people often see the right answer at a glance. 35

Loki took out the god-king scepter and slammed it hard on Mjolnir.

Kacha young!

The divine king scepter was Odin's weapon, and it was also an artifact. When the two artifacts collided, the huge and chaotic energy raged, and the surrounding space shattered like a mirror.

"Get it done!

The corners of Loki's mouth twitched slightly, looking triumphantly at the rapidly changing space.

The lightning disappears, the rainstorm disappears, and from the intersection of the Nibelung and the present, Loki, Fingal, and others have come to... the real Nibelung.

Smelling the breath of strangers, Deadpool, who was quietly standing here, woke up one after another.

Countless golden pupils lit up in the darkness, and the cold eyes stared at the stranger who broke into the Nibelungen.

(0x0;)

The smug look on Loki's face froze completely.