The man behind the scenes that started from American comics

The rainstorm fell wildly, and bright lightning shuttled through the air like a silver snake.

Loki wiped the rain from his face, looking at the silly big brother with bad eyes, and the gradually approaching black shadows, and his mood was a little melancholy.

Careless, I didn’t expect this kind of ghost thing in the atrium!

Knowing this, he should have brought the Destroyer armor with him.

“Loki!”

Seeing his brother’s expression of regret that he had not been able to kill him, Tolle stepped forward angrily, “Say, why is your father’s scepter in your hand?” ”

“Because my father died.” Loki blinked innocently.

“No way!!”

Thor exclaimed in disbelief.

“It’s true.”

Loki’s tone was sincere, “Because of your reckless behavior, my father is overly sad and exhausted, and has fallen into a permanent slumber. ”

“No, it’s not true, how could my father die so easily…”

Thor covered his head in pain.

As good as the original!

Loki was so proud that he almost couldn’t help but laugh.

Rolling his eyes slyly, he decided to add fire, “Big brother, it’s not your fault, my father said before he died, he doesn’t blame you, only he blames himself for not educating you well.” ”

“Father!!!”

Thor became even more distressed when he heard this, and suddenly rushed into the black shadows like crazy.

“Uh… Is it so reckless? ”

Loki was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop this fool, but after thinking about it, he was fierce again and took his hand back.

Boom———

Lightning streaked through the dark night.

Under the light of thunder.

Thor, who rushed to the dark shadow without hesitation, was like Don Quixote riding a pony to challenge the windmill.

Just look at the back, very brave!

But…… Pounce quickly.

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

Poof.

Thor’s cheeks swelled high and he fainted gloriously.

The black shadow lifted it, and then a pair of dark golden pupils shifted its target, staring closely at Loki, Fingal, Coulson, and Jane. Foster.

Suffocating pressure spreads.

Coulson gripped the gun tightly in his hand and looked at Fingal, who seemed to know these things well, “Sir, can you explain what they want to do?” ”

“Should, probably, probably… Let us be sacrificed. ”

Fingal touched his chin, a little unsure.

“Will we be eaten?”

Simple. Foster bit his whitened lip.

“Worse, we’ll become like these guys.”

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

“Fingal, your eyes are ?!!”

Simple. Foster covered his mouth incredulously.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I’m like these guys, I have dragon blood flowing in my body…”

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

He spun violently, the long knife brought a blinding arc, and the rain splashed into a circle.

Sticky black blood splattered everywhere, and the black shadows roared and wailed, like a long snake jumping from the ground, fiercely pounced on this man.

“One thing to say, you bedbugs are really ugly, if I become like you, countless girls in the world will be so heartbroken that they can’t breathe!”

Fingal was still complaining, but his body quickly receded and he pronounced some ancient language.

This language comes from vast ancient times and has mystical powers.

Just read a few words.

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

Yan Ling. Bronze Throne!

This is a power unique to dragons and hybrids.

The currently known orifice spirit, similar to the periodic table arrangement, has been arranged from 1 to 118.

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

When Fingal used this spirit of speech, his body was immediately as hard as steel, his strength increased greatly, and his body size expanded by at least double.

“Oh damn it, my perfect body finally can’t be hidden.” (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

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

One shadow after another cracked in the light of the knife, and thick black blood overflowed, mixed with rain splashing on his back.

[From Jane. Foster’s exclamation value +932]

[From Phil. Coulson’s exclamation value is +1254

[From Loki. Odinson’s exclamation value +1765]

“On Earth, there are still warriors of this strength?”

Loki touched his chin, his gaze flickering.

Thought for a while.

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

“Stupid people will fight those monsters.”

After sneaking out of the base, Loki chuckled proudly and raised the God King Scepter again, “Heimdall, as the God King, I order you to open the Rainbow Bridge immediately. ”

Still no response.

“Shit, that guy must have done it on purpose.”

Loki scolded hatefully, ready to run away and try again.

But at this time.

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

More dark shadows came from all directions.

Their identical pale faces had no expression, but each face was filled with too many past stories.

Loki blinked in amazement, thought for a few tenths of a second, and divided hundreds of phantoms.

Five minutes later.

Surrounded and intercepted by the dark shadows, Loki narrowly escaped back to the base, his face black.

What the hell is this place?

He ran in one direction and would soon be back where he was?!!

“‘Hey, warriors of the atrium.’

Loki thought for a moment and looked at Fingal, who was still fighting the Black Shadow, “Do you know… How do I get out of here? ”

“This is where the Nibelungs and the present world meet, and you have to find the key point in order to get out.”

Fingal replied casually.

“Key point?”

Loki scanned the surroundings and finally fixed his gaze on Mjolnir.

This ghost place, if there is anything special, should be this artifact made of the core of the star.

“Smart people often see the right answer at a glance.”

Loki took out the God King Scepter and smashed it Mjolnir.

Click!

The God King Scepter is Odin’s weapon, also an artifact, the two artifacts collide, the huge and disordered energy rages, and the surrounding space is shattered like a mirror.

“Done!”

The corners of Loki’s mouth were slightly raised, and he looked proudly at the rapidly changing space.

The lightning disappeared, the rainstorm disappeared, and Loki, Fingal and the others came from the overlap of the Nibelungs and the present world… Real Nibelungs.

Smelling the breath of a living person, Deadpool, who stood quietly here, woke up one after another.

Countless golden pupils lit up in the darkness, and the gloomy gaze was glued to the living people who broke into the Nibelung Root.

(⊙x⊙）

The smug expression on Loki’s face completely froze.