American comic: I, JoJo, am going to heaven!

In the desert, Jon Snow was riding a skeletal warhorse wreathed in blue flames, galloping freely.

To be honest, he was extremely satisfied; this horse was truly capable.

Just minutes ago, the moment he mounted his horse, the blue flames on the warhorse repaired his clothes.

But this undead warhorse's abilities go far beyond that. Not only is it telepathically connected to Jon, but it can also carry him through the spirit world at unimaginable speeds.

In just a few hundred meters, this thing actually zipped across in a flash, which is quite extraordinary.

Now, following behind Jon is Johnny Blaze, the greatest motorcyclist in the West.

He was chasing after him relentlessly, but he just couldn't catch up!

"Johnny!" Jon turned around and held out his hand. "Can I borrow your phone?"

Johnny didn't say a word, but instead pulled out his phone and tossed it over.

A large purple hand appeared out of thin air, steadily catching the phone and handing it to Jon.

"Thanks." Jon dialed a number, but no one answered for a long time.

He frowned, because Coulson's phone was always available 24/7.

But no one is answering the phone. What does that mean?

"They've been in trouble." Jon immediately dialed another number. "Tony, make it quick, get Jarvis to pinpoint Coulson's location."

The outskirts of the border city were filled with S.H.I.E.L.D. convoys.

Their research department detected abnormal gamma rays again.

So the people at Hammer Base were ordered to investigate intelligence related to the Einstein-Rosen bridge.

At the scene, Coulson stared intently at the strange patterns on the ground, radiating a tense atmosphere.

"Barton," Agent Sitwell whispered to Barton beside him, "What's wrong with Coulson?"

"Go ask him yourself," Barton replied irritably. "I don't want to mess with him."

Three days ago, Barton stood at the base gate to welcome the exploration team led by Jon.

When the ragged exploration team stumbled back to base.

Barton was about to mock them for their disheveled state when he was horrified to discover that one person was missing from the exploration team.

Jon Snow is gone!

After the rest was completed, Coulson, as the second person in charge, immediately ordered all available personnel to set out to search for Jon.

Three days passed, and several cars were totaled, but they only found a few tattered pieces of clothing in the desert.

"Call the language department here," Coulson said grimly. "Take a look at what these scribbles mean."

"Yes, sir." An agent hurriedly left.

Suddenly, a spiral-shaped dark cloud appeared in the sky, stretching straight down to the ground.

With a deafening roar, a tall, menacing suit of armor covered in runes appeared out of thin air.

Just as Coulson was about to approach the guy to ask him something, his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hmm?" He frowned and reached for his phone.

In that instant, the Destroyer's visor suddenly opened, and terrifying energy gathered within it.

"Coulson!" Barton slammed him to the ground, pulling him behind the car. "Answering the phone at this hour? Are you looking to get yourself killed?"

No sooner had they finished speaking than a thick, dazzling beam of light swept over their heads.

"Shit!" The two men shrank back, shouting urgently to their backs, "Get out of here! Quick!"

After realizing they were no match for the enemy, all the agents fled for their lives!

Fortunately, after realizing that these men in black were not his target, the Destroyer lost interest in them and turned to walk towards the town.

At this moment, the four Asgardian warriors bravely stepped forward and resolutely walked towards the Destroyer.

After a fierce battle, they couldn't even scratch the Destroyer's metal, they were no match for it!

Thor, watching from afar, witnessed it all, seeing his friend risk his life for him, his eyes filled with struggle.

At that moment, memories flooded back, countless images flashed through my mind, finally settling on Jon's departing figure as he left the sanctuary.

He took a deep breath, mentally prepared himself, and walked straight toward the Destroyer.

"Loki, stop!" Thor grabbed the SHIELD-made hammer and shouted, "Your target is me! Spare these innocent people!"

Seeing Thor blocking their way, Sif and the others lowered their heads in shame.

Thor stepped forward, dropped his hammer, and pleaded:

"Brother, I'm really sorry, but these people are innocent. You only need to kill me; killing them won't do you any good."

"Please, Loki."

A flicker of hesitation crossed Loki's eyes as he sat on the throne, but he ultimately waved his hand and gave the order.

On Earth, the Destroyer's visor suddenly activated, and beams of destruction began to converge.

Seeing this, Thor kept his eyes wide open; he would rather die with his eyes open!

Just as the deadly laser was about to fire, a green iron ball came hurtling in and struck the Destroyer's head with pinpoint accuracy.

With a loud clang, the Destroyer's head snapped back, and a thick laser beam shot into the sky.

Upon seeing the iron ball, everyone else was stunned, except for Coulson and Thor, whose eyes lit up and their faces lit up with ecstasy.

"This iron ball...this iron ball!" Thor quickly looked in the direction the iron ball had traveled.

In the sunlight, a blue-green figure rode a ghostly warhorse at breakneck speed.

"Son of Cole, do you see this?!"

Thor stretched out his hand and shouted excitedly:

"It's Jon!"

"Jon is there!"

"That's Jon Yowick! Hahahaha! I knew it!"

Thor's face broke into a smug smile, but the smile froze the next second.

His laughter abruptly stopped as he was sent flying by a punch from the adjusted Destroyer.

"Hey!" Jon, on horseback, widened his eyes and paused. "Why is this idiot just standing there taking a beating? Can't he run away?"

"Good heavens, I shouldn't have had any expectations of Thor's brain."

Jon caught the iron ball as it flew back, preparing to throw it at the Destroyer again.

"Never mind, I guess I'll have to do it."

Just as he was about to throw the iron ball,

Suddenly, a butterfly, typical of desert oases, flew past Jon's eyes.

As Jon watched the butterfly flutter its wings, his gaze unconsciously followed it.

In Jon's sight, an outline inexplicably appeared on the butterfly's wings—a golden rectangle.

This rectangle is none other than a golden rectangle with perfect proportions!

"I see!" Jon's pupils contracted sharply, his face showing sudden realization. "So that's how it is!"

Previously, although he had long been familiar with the theory of the golden ratio, he found it extremely difficult to apply it accurately.

This is because it is almost impossible for humans to do.

Therefore, to utilize the Golden Cycle, one must find a reference point in nature.

Because modern organisms have evolved over hundreds of millions of years, their proportions are the perfect golden ratio.

With the help of these reference points, Jon Yowick could easily execute the Golden Spin.

"The Destroyer!" Jon's eyes narrowed, his face filled with barely concealed excitement. "Come and taste the power of the Golden Whirlwind!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Platinum Star perfectly overlapped with his figure, and the arc of his arm swinging back formed a golden rectangle.

"Now!"

The iron ball sliced ​​through the air, leaving a trail of green afterimages as it struck the Destroyer's head with tremendous force.

boom!

The Destroyer's body began to twist and deform under the influence of the golden vortex power.

Unfortunately, with the blessing of ancient magic, the Destroyer's regenerative ability is simply too abnormal.

Jon estimated that the thing would be completely restored in less than a minute.

At the same time, a blue arc of electricity suddenly flickered at Thor's fingertips while he was unconscious.

This is Thor, having successfully passed the test, summoning his hammer, Mjolnir.

It is foreseeable!

Asgard's most lethal weapon versus Thor and his Stand user—in a moment, this epic showdown is about to begin!

(Well, everyone, as always, I'm begging for your monthly tickets and recommendation votes, OR2)