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

"Stop."

Upon receiving the order, the undead warhorse neighed and reared up, suddenly stopping behind the group from the Celestial Palace.

Jon tightened the reins, dismounted, and strode toward the four Asgardian warriors.

"Who are you?" Sif was about to ask.

Jon ignored them completely, and with a swift movement, he pushed aside the two people blocking his way.

"Hey! You woman over there, and Robin Hood, get out of the way! This isn't a place for losers."

"What did you say!" Sif's eyes blazed with anger as she gritted her teeth and said, "Midgardian, are you insulting us?"

With a whoosh, a longsword was drawn, its cold light aimed directly at Jon's throat.

"Hmm?" Jon stared at the sword's edge, a cold glint in his eyes. "Foolish woman, can I take that as you wanting to be my enemy?"

Hearing Jon's deep and alluring voice, Sif instinctively tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword.

This voice reminded her of an old adversary, a being known as the Enchantress, who was extremely troublesome!

The atmosphere instantly became tense. Seeing this, Fandral rushed forward and pressed down on Sif's sword.

"Calm down! This warrior is not an enemy." He turned to Jon, forcing a smile. "You're Thor's friend, aren't you? Asgardians never draw their swords on their friends."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Sif snorted coldly and slowly sheathed her sword.

But just then, Jon Snow, with a cold expression, said indifferently:

"Then get lost. Don't be a burden here. Losers should go where losers belong."

"What did you say?!" Hogan, standing nearby, instantly flew into a rage, reaching out to grab Jon's shoulder—

Swish!

A large purple hand suddenly appeared, and Star Platinum gripped Hogan's wrist, lifting him into the air.

"Huh! What?!" Hogan exclaimed, utterly powerless to resist. "What kind of monster is this?!"

Upon seeing this, the three Asgardians instantly drew their swords, their blades all pointing at Jon.

"Loser, yet you spout so much nonsense." A hint of impatience flashed in Jon's crimson eyes. "A weak reaction!!"

As an Earthling, what he finds most annoying is these high and mighty aliens.

They're clearly incredibly weak, yet they're all incredibly stubborn. Who gave them that courage?

"Ugh, so annoying."

Jon crossed his arms, his face growing increasingly grim, clearly having reached his limit. He spoke coldly:

"Star Platinum—The World! Stop! Time!"

In an instant, the whole world froze.

All colors faded, everything stood still, and only Jon Snow could move briefly in this grayness.

"Finally some peace and quiet." He licked his sharp teeth impatiently. "That stupid woman's voice gave me a headache every time she opened her mouth."

"Tell them to get lost!"

"Euro!"

Platinum Star grabbed Sif's wrist and flung her backward.

The other three were also lifted up and tossed around like sandbags by Star Platinum.

Although Jon Snow was reckless, as an Asgardian, this distance wouldn't even scratch their skin.

After confirming that the four had disappeared, Jon raised his hand to gently push up the brim of his hat and calmly spoke:

"Time begins to flow."

In an instant, the world began to turn again, and countless colors returned simultaneously.

"Apologize to us!"

Hogan had barely uttered the last word when the scene before him suddenly changed.

The next second, the four of them crashed heavily onto the open ground a hundred meters away. Although they were far from the center of the battlefield, they looked completely bewildered.

"Wha...what's going on?!"

Hogan's eyes widened, and he hurriedly scrambled to his feet. The other three looked equally bewildered, exchanging glances.

-

At this moment, Jon Snow had no time to pay attention to those fools.

He was staring intently ahead, his brow furrowed.

The Destroyer's armor, which should have been torn to shreds by his golden spin, was now entangled in ancient magic, its fragments writhing and piecing themselves back together.

"This is fucking illogical..." Jon cursed under his breath, "Just like Odin."

Although he knew that Asgardian technology and magic were essentially the same thing, the recovery speed was simply outrageous.

That move just now couldn't even buy time, which shows how monstrous this thing is.

"Never mind." He shook his head, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Because now is not the time to hesitate—there is no time to waver when facing the Destroyer!

Jon lowered his head slightly, his face tense, and the sharp features of his face became even colder and harder.

This is when he's serious; even the Destroyer deserves his treatment.

"You'll find out once you try, right, Star Platinum!"

"Ora!" Star Platinum stood behind Jon, her enthusiastic response echoing through the air.

"snort."

Jon glanced at the town behind him and the residents who had not evacuated, a resolute look flashing in his eyes.

Even if the odds of winning are slim, this battle is a must, especially since his chances of winning are relatively high!

"Ready!"

Just as he was about to charge forward—

Boom! A dark figure suddenly jumped down from the roof, brandishing a cane.

Remy's cane, enveloped in a fully charged purple light, tapped lightly on the Destroyer's back armor.

boom!

But this seemingly casual strike sent the Destroyer flying more than ten meters like a cannonball!

This is the true strength of Remi LeBron, a Level 4 mutant with several titles.

As long as the enemy has a physical form, there is no target he cannot kill!

After knocking the Destroyer away, Remy gracefully removed his top hat and bowed to Jon:

"Hey Jon, how's Hell? Oh, and is that horse a souvenir you brought back? Hmm?"

"It's absolutely terrible," Jon said, walking up to him and stopping beside him. "But it's not bad either."

Remy raised an eyebrow, naturally understanding Jon's subtext.

As the two were chatting, a loud bang!

Thor, wielding Mjolnir and accompanied by lightning, crashed to the ground. Thor, having completed his transformation, spun the hammer handle and joined the ranks.

"Hey guys! It's only been three days..." he grinned, "but it feels like decades have passed?"

"Look at the few of us. It would be even better if Coulson and Iggy were here."

"Woof! (Who's calling me!)"

The three of them turned around abruptly—Coulson was running towards them, with a black and white Boston Terrier perched on his shoulder!

"Iggy and Coulson!" ×3

"Guys, am I not late?" Coulson put on his sunglasses.

The four people and the dog stood in a row, facing the Destroyer who had fully recovered and was charging towards them.

"Very good! Everyone's here!" Jon pulled down his hat brim, golden flames surging and boiling around him. "I'll explain the details of my return later—"

"Let's teach them a lesson!"

"One gram!"

"What are they doing...?"

In the restaurant next door, Professor Selvig, who was secretly watching, dropped his coffee cup onto the table with a clatter.

He stared wide-eyed at the group of people lined up outside the window.

"Thor isn't lying? He really is Thor? Jane! Did you know that?"

Jane Foster, who was called on by the teacher, awkwardly scratched her hair.

As Thor's girlfriend, she now wishes she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

After all, yesterday she thought her boyfriend was just a delusional teenager obsessed with Norse mythology.

"Uh... well," she stammered, "we've only been dating for a day, and there are so many things I haven't had a chance to ask yet..."

"Shh!" Darcy suddenly leaned down and excitedly patted the two of them. "Quiet! The fight's about to start!"

"Really?" Selvig finished the rest of his coffee in one gulp.

The three of them immediately held their breath and turned to look out the window in unison—

hum!

The Destroyer's visor suddenly ripped open, and a blinding beam of energy tore through the air and shot straight towards them!

"Mudamuda!"

Jon's squad was prepared and easily dodged the attack.

After a brief exchange, they had already figured out the pattern.

This thing always fires a laser once the visor is activated, it's very predictable. If you can catch that timing difference...

"Tactical assignments!" Jon shouted. "Thor, Remy, lead the attack! The rest of you provide support!"

Before the words were even finished, everyone had scattered like arrows released from a bow—