Behind the Scenes from American Comics

"My beard...my beard is on fire!

Disregarding the enemy at hand, Vorstagg slapped the flames in distress.

"Vorstage, watch out! 35

Fandral hurriedly knocked him away, and the two rolled to the side together.

boom!

The sharp claws of the dragon-shaped corpse stabbed into their position just now and lifted the entire piece of cement.

"Vorstage, Fandral, Hogg, Sif, why are you here?!!95

Thor, who escaped from Longkou, reacted at this time.

"Heimdall said you were in danger and sent us down."

The female warrior Sif pulled Thor back quickly, avoiding the flames that the dragon-shaped corpse spit out in a wide area.

"It should be safe here. 35

After retreating several hundred meters in a row, she released Thor and pulled out the long sword behind her, "Thor, protect yourself, we will deal with this dragon.

"Be careful, this dragon is very powerful!""

Thor knew that he couldn't help him without his divine power. He heard the words and nodded, but he didn't try to be brave.

"It's not like what you said."

With a hearty smile, Sif jumped to the roofs on both sides of the street in twos and threes, and waved 20 to his companions.

"Cover Sif and attract the enemy's attention.""

They are both old partners for many years, Fandral and Hogan nodded knowingly, and rushed to the dragon-shaped corpse guard.

As Asgards, Asgard warriors have three times the body density of ordinary humans on Earth, which means that their strength, speed, and endurance far exceed those of ordinary humans.

At the moment.

Fandral held a long sword and Hogan held a mace. The two approached the enemy at great speed, and the sound of Roar's whistling passed by their ears.

"Roar!

The dragon-shaped corpse roared not to be outdone, flapped the huge membrane wings, and flew up from the ground.

"It's now!"

Sif's eyes lit up on the roof, he accelerated and jumped down, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword was pointing down.

stab-

The long sword made of Ulu metal is unusually sharp. After piercing the cold and hard dragon scales, it is inserted into the throat of the dragon-shaped corpse in one fell swoop.

"Goodbye, big guy!"

Sif Adsorbent guarded the back of the dragon-shaped corpse, holding a sword in both hands, ready to open a bloody mouth for the dragon.

But this time.

The violent and stern dragon roar sounded, and the long tail of bone spurs passed through the chest of the Asgard female warrior.

"!!!"

Fandral and Hogan squinted their teeth and rushed forward without thinking.

The dragon-shaped corpse guard suddenly opened his mouth and spit out flames that were far hotter than before.

boom!

The cement floor melted into a red gap, and Fandral and Hogan's bodies were instantly charred and fell to the ground softly.

"Do not!"

Thor looked at this scene in pain and rushed forward desperately.

"Hoo! Luo

The red-gold pupils of the dragon-shaped corpse seemed to reveal a disdain.

The buildings on both sides of the street shook, and the glass shattered into powder.

Thor, who had lost his divine power, couldn't even withstand the impact of this dragon's roar.

(0x0;)

Phil Coulson, who just woke up, was stunned. He wanted to get up from the ground, but found that his body was so heavy that it seemed to be filled with lead. Not to mention getting up and running away, even moving his arms was an extravagant hope.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu) Who can tell me what's going on?

Beside Phil Coulson, Daisy, Jane Foster's female assistant, cried out in fright.

"Ma'am, please lower your voice, you cry so loudly, it's no different from delivering food to your door."5

Fingal wasn't dead yet, so he couldn't help but complain when he heard the words.

"Woooo...but...but I'm scared!"

Daisy choked in a low voice, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked very pitiful.

"It's a pity, if I didn't hurt my shoulder, I could borrow it from you for free. 39

Fingal clutched his bleeding shoulder and struggled to his feet.

"Mr Fingal, you seem to be seriously injured, can you continue to fight? Phil Coulson asked worriedly.

"It's not nonsense, definitely not, I don't want to die young."

Fingal rolled his eyes and took out his phone from his pocket.

"Hey, Principal, you're going to be Deadman if you don't come here. There's a dragon-shaped corpse guard here. It's very fierce... What, it will take three minutes? The daylily will be cold in three minutes. You can only go to the dragon. Find me in the corpse's stomach...

"Okay, just like this, I'll try to hold it back..."

Fingal hung up the phone with a stinky face, took out a grenade from his body, and threw it at the dragon-shaped corpse guardian.

boom!

The grenade exploded, and the lethality was almost equal to none, but it was quite sarcastic.

The dragon-shaped corpse moved for a while, turned his head and flew towards Fingal.

"I knew it!

Fingal grabbed Phil Coulson and got into the empty car beside him.

Since the owner of the car was already scared and ran away, and the car keys were still there, Fingal simply stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and drove the car madly on the street.

(≧□≦)/

After all this tossing today, Phil Coulson's physical condition is very poor, and he is dizzy in the co-pilot, feeling that the whole world is spinning slowly.

zizi——

Suddenly, the car turned sharply, and he slammed into the window.

The pain struck, and Phil Coulson woke up a little, "Mr. Fingal, why did you bring me?""

"At a critical moment, I can throw you out to attract attention." Fingal said in a deep tone.

"what?"

"Just kidding, because I need someone to help me drive."

Fingal opened the skylight and stood up to shoot at the Dragon 320 corpse in the air.

Phil Coulson was startled, hurriedly squeezed into the driver's seat, steadied the steering wheel, and slammed on the accelerator.

bang bang——

The huge figure swept through the low sky, slaughtered downwards, and was repelled by the alchemy bullet at a critical moment.

The two chased and fled, circled around the town, and returned to their original place.

"Roar!!!"

The dragon-shaped corpse guard didn't want to go around in circles.

"Mr Fingal, what should I do now? Phil Coulson is in a hurry.

"Don't worry."

Fingal glanced at the time, "Three minutes have passed, the dragon is dead."

"what do you mean?"

Phil Coulson looked out, and his attention was quickly drawn to an old man.

This is a very special old man.

The silver-white hair is neatly combed, and the years have left deep marks on his face, turning his skin into cracked ancient trees or weathered rocks, but the lines are still hard, and the silver-gray eyes are dancing. Light.

A straight black suit was wrapped around his still upright body, and a bright red rose was stuck in his jacket pocket.

"Who is he?" Phil Coulson froze.

"My headmaster, Hillbert Jean Angers, is a handsome old man and, oh, the greatest dragon slayer of all time!