The man behind the scenes that started from American comics

In front of the ancient and magnificent Bronze City, the dark shadows let out laughter like crying and chanting, as if cheering for the opening of the Bronze City.

The figures were crowded, and they couldn’t wait to pour into the Bronze City and crawl at the feet of the gods.

“Roar!”

A sound that was as low as a giant bell sounded, and the burly black shadow’s crimson-gold pupils were as cold as a knife.

The dark shadows immediately became quiet.

They crawled reverently, holding the offering aloft with both hands, wriggling like snakes, through pitch-black holes about a meter in diameter on the bronze walls.

This hole was formed after the bronze face opened its mouth, so the upper and lower teeth were sharp like daggers.

Thor is tall and big, and when he was stuffed in, the whole person was not good.

Seeing that a sharp tooth was about to cut through his lower body, he quickly lifted his buttocks.

Prick —

To “Six Nine Three” successfully avoided the point, but his pants were cut out of a large mouth. Reveal both hairy thighs.

“Shit.Terrible experience!”

Secretly scolded.

He raised his head and quietly observed the interior of the Bronze City.

Turquoise metal walls, ancient and mysterious patterns, vivid bronze statues…

Even though Thor still thinks Asgard’s Golden Palace is the greatest building, he has to admit that the Bronze City is indeed as perfect as a work of art.

“It’s beautiful!!! place”

The second is stuffed into Jane. Foster, watching this scene in fascination, the fear in his heart quickly dissipated, replaced by a sense of liberation that was being sublimated in his soul.

“Jane, what’s wrong with you?”

Finding her eyes obsessed and even dull, Thor was anxious.

“There was a problem with the pattern on the wall, she fell into a hallucination.”

Others were also stuffed in one after another, and Loki, as a master of playing illusions, could see the problem at a glance.

“So what now?”

Thor asked urgently.

“Of course, first find a way to get out of trouble.”

Loki lowered his voice, glanced at the black shadows that continued to pour into Bronze City, and rolled his eyes, “I probably know what these things are afraid of, you cooperate with me.” ”

“How to cooperate?” Thor asked.

“The life-saving game we play a lot, you know.”

Loki smiled slyly, and a dagger appeared in his tied hand.

In the next instant, Loki flicked his wrist and flung the dagger into Thor’s heart.

“……”

Thor was stunned for a moment, and after finding that his chest didn’t hurt at all, he immediately reacted that it was Loki’s illusion.

Hui Yi nodded.

Thor leaned over and cried out in pain, “Ah, I’m dying, you guys save me.” ”

“……”

Fingal and Coulson watched the scene speechlessly.

Really can play… This is Fingal’s idea.

These gods are funny, and their danger level may not be high… That’s what Coulson thought.

“Ahhh, I’m so in pain and cold, I’m dying!”

Being stared at by the two with weird eyes, Thor is embarrassed, but in order to save Jane. Foster, he had to let go, and he shouted louder and louder.

“Ho!”

The black shadows looked at this scene coldly, unmoved.

Thor stopped and glared at Loki, who was smiling.

“I still have a way.”

Loki smiled in response, glancing at the bronze statue on the wall.

The statue is only a few tens of centimeters, dressed in a luxurious robe, standing on a bridge-shaped bronze pole, slightly bowing its head, and is as polite as a nobleman.

But his head is the shape of a cobra, and his slender neck sticks out from the collar of his robe, which is extremely abrupt.

“This should be the image of the manager.”

Loki is confident in his judgment.

Using magic, he created an illusion similar to the bronze statue, the only difference between the two is that the bronze statue of the snake-faced man is only tens of centimeters, but this illusion is equal to the height of the person and is alive.

Poof! (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

As soon as the snake-faced illusion appeared, the black shadows all crawled on the ground and bowed their heads respectfully.

“Look.”

Loki gave Big Brother Han a smug look, flipped his wrist, and the God King Scepter that had been hidden before appeared.

Rumble!

Golden divine power erupted from the tip of the scepter, evaporating the chains on Thor, Fingal, and the others.

“Well done!”

Thor excitedly took the scepter that Loki had thrown and cut off the chains on his body.

“You can be quiet.”

Looking at the black shadow that instantly raised his head, Loki sighed helplessly, and slapped the forehead of Jane Foster, who was about to be stupid……..

“What happened to me just now?”

Simple. Foster shook his dizzy head, his eyes confused.

“You’re hallucinating.”

Loki smiled kindly and slowly walked behind the defenseless big brother.

Chime!

A cold light flashed, and a magic dagger pierced Thor’s waist.

“Loki, you…”

Thor’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Stupid, you don’t really think that I will be kind enough to help you, do you?”

Loki glanced at the hideous black shadow that surrounded him, proudly grabbed the God King Scepter, and the figure quickly disappeared.

“……”

This wave of brothers who love and kill each other will not know the inside story of Coulson and Jane. Foster was dumbfounded.

The two looked at each other, and hurriedly lifted the seriously injured Thor up and moved closer to Fingal.

“Thor, I have to say, I was moved by your plastic brotherhood.”

Fingal carried Thor, whose waist was gone, on his shoulder and pulled out a silver-white lighter from his trouser pocket.

“What do we do now?”

Looking at the thousands of black shadows coming up from all directions, Jane. Foster’s face turned pale.

“No rush.”

Fingal picked up a cigarette and flipped open the lid of the lighter.

Click!

A faint flame appeared and the cigarette was lit.

“Well, I’m not particularly like James in 007 now. Bond, 1.9 lit a cigarette in the midst of war, which was simply cool. ”

Fingal spat out a smoke ring and raised an eyebrow proudly.

“What time is it, can you be serious!” Simple. Foster was going crazy.

“No appreciation at all.”

Fingal muttered dissatisfied, turning his head to look at Coulson, “Hey, agent, do you evaluate objectively, am I as handsome as Agent 007 now?” ”

“Yes.”

A cold sweat broke out on Coulson’s forehead, “But now doesn’t seem like a good time to discuss this.” ”

“Well, it looks like you’re all missing humor cells!”

Fingal shrugged his shoulders and threw the lighter in his hand out sharply, “Friendly reminder, if you don’t want to have a concussion and bleeding, it’s best to cover your ears first!” ”

……。