"Nice sorcery!"

The peaceful compliment came to his ears, but to Loki's ears, it was tantamount to a kind of sarcasm.

He opened his mouth, as if to fight back, but remembering what he had just experienced, he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

Sluggish thoughts, unconsciously proud, the famous "Supreme Mage" played with him lightly, until now, he didn't even think about when and by what means his witchcraft was countered by the other party.

After a deep glance at the bald woman opposite, Loki's figure changed from solid to illusory, and finally disappeared......

The Ancient One calmly watched Loki leave, without any intention of hindering him.

"Master—"

The Ancient One turned his head slightly, meeting Nick Fury's grim face.

Anger simmered in his eyes as they had recovered, and it was clear that the first impression of the "God of Trickery" had left on the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was very bad.

As if he knew what he wanted to say, the ancient one directly gave the answer: "His name is Loki!"

"Loki?"

As a veteran agent, Nick Fury had already woken up from the anger of being manipulated just now, and his keen thoughts returned, making him remember the origin of the name after just a moment of thought: "The uncle of Loki Thor, the god of thunder in Norse mythology?"

"Brother!"

Gu Yi corrected in a calm tone: "Many of the records of myths are biased. ”

"But his performance just now seems to prove that the myth describes him correctly!"

Rubbing his swollen eyebrows, Nick Fury couldn't help but be a little afraid.

He only suddenly came to his senses after the ancient one attacked the other party, and before that, he had never thought deeply about the identity of the other party, the correctness of his words, and who could he be ordered so easily as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. to be ordered so easily.

If the Supreme Master is not there today......

"If you need it, I can help you make a magical artifact that can resist psychic sorcery, or add protection in the form of a tattoo. ”

"Thank you Master for your kindness, I won't be polite to you if needed!"

Nick smiled very naturally and declined the help of the Ancient One.

Just as he was extremely wary of that god, the instinct from the agent made him quite resistant to a mage who had the same means.

"Does the Master have any good advice on Asgard?"

Nick Fury changed the subject without a trace, but the response to Asgard was indeed a big headache for him.

On the one hand, Asgard is powerful, and Earth, as one of the Nine Domains, is nominally subordinate to the rule of the other party.

On the other hand, the Asgardians lived too long, and many of the Asgardians who first came to explore Earth are still alive, and who knows what their ancestors promised to drink blood.

Whether it is strength or morality, the earth is always a little lacking in confidence when facing Asgard.

"The earth and Asgard are not enemies, and naturally peace and friendship prevail. ”

The Ancient One smiled and gave his answer, and saw Nick Fury frown in embarrassment.

If the so-called friendship cannot be pinned on the moral character of both parties, then it can only be pinned on each other's jealousy or the concession of one party's intellectual interest.

As the weaker side of the earth, it is okay to back down, but Nick Fury is afraid that the other side will gain an inch, and in the end even the basic self-sovereignty will be lost.

"Friendliness is not cowardice, though!"

"Master?"

"As long as I am alive, the earth will always be the earth of the earthlings, and it will not be the turn of outsiders to interfere!"

The tone of the Ancient One was neither generous nor passionate, as if he were expounding a normal fact.

Indeed, her shoulders have already resisted a lot, and she can resist more!

Nick Fury was stunned for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He looked at the gentle female mage, and for the first time felt the determination and gore contained in the title of "Supreme Mage".

......

Phil Coulson walked through the Sky Prison, gently nodding to his passing colleagues, and Maria Hill walked side by side with him, describing to him at a rapid pace the work that needed to be done.

"Ciel, I just got back!"

Coulson jokingly complained.

"No way," Maria Hill shrugged absently, "I want you to rest for a few days, but who would have left the bureau understaffed!"

"Routine interrogations are already relatively easy work, if you haven't forgotten much about your profession in more than a year. ”

"Don't talk like an old man!"

Coulson waved at Hill, who was teasing him, and walked to the upper level of Sky Prison.

......

“BHZE-7......”

Coulson, who was holding the record document, checked the sign outside the house, confirmed that it was correct, and then verified his identity and walked in.

The room is spacious, with a layout that looks more elaborate than the upscale suites of a four-star hotel, and a transparent wall that flows like a liquid separates the detainees and visitors from the inside and outside a third of the way to the door.

"Guardian Barrier", a strange invention exclusively for S.H.I.E.L.D. Glazer Industries.

It does not affect the interaction between the two sides of the barrier in the normal environment, such as gas flow, sound transmission, etc., but it can firmly isolate mutants who turn themselves into wind and sand, or even pure gas, on the other side of the barrier, preventing them from passing through.

S.H.I.E.L.D. researchers have also studied the technical means involved in the "Guardian Barrier", but the extremely mature technical application of consciousness recognition contained in it makes everyone helpless.

At this time, the prisoner in the "BHZE-7" room was sitting close to the "Guardian Barrier", reaching out and groping for the wall of the fluid body in a bored manner.

"Mr. Thor, right?"

The voice made a distracted Thor look up and meet Coulson's smiling face.

He ignored the other party and turned his gaze to the side.

"You're the last stop on my routine visit, and I hope we can make a good impression on each other. ”

"How are you feeling lately?"

"It's not good," Thor said in an annoyed tone, looking at the other party dissatisfiedly, "I'm locked up here like a monkey, and there are many mortals like you pointing at me back and forth!"

"Mortal?"

"Before you is the God of Asgard!"

Thor half-got up as he pressed the armrest of his chair, his furious voice like a roar on the battlefield.

"What is Asgard? The name of the new world you want to build?"

Coulson asked rhetorically with a frown, the other party's behavior reminded him of the radical and fanatical mutants he had encountered.

They call themselves new humans, want to build new worlds, and even proclaim themselves gods, believing that all ordinary people are mortals who have not evolved completely.

"Whew-"

Exhaling violently, the tired Thor sat back in his chair and sulked helplessly with himself.

It wasn't the first time he'd encountered something like this, and no one believed that he was a mortal god in myths and legends.

If it were another way to put it, he probably wouldn't be locked up here either.

However, as the son of the god-king of Asgard, as a brave and resolute Asgardian, he did not allow himself to lie like his younger brother.

"All right, Mr. Thor," Coulson said, setting aside the record file and pressing his hands to calm down, motioning for the other to calm down, "I've seen many people like you who claim to be gods, and I've seen them die in their own madness. ”

"I ......"

"I know you're different from them," Coulson interrupted Thor's defense, "staying on the B-letter level already shows that you're not a crazy tyrannical person. ”

"It is impossible for such a person to have such good conditions. ”

Coulson pointed to the layout of the room and made a harmless joke.

But," he said, ignoring the apparent lack of attention to his performance, Coulson continued, "You still need to correct your perceptions." ”

"What distinguishes humans and animals is independent intelligence, and awakened or unawakened superpowers cannot be a division between the lower and the higher. ”

"You're not a god, Mr. Thor, you're just someone with special abilities. ”

"The difference between them and ordinary people is not so big that they are isolated from species, just like some people can mentally calculate the speed of the universe, and some people can't count 'nine plus three' with the help of their fingers. ”

"Mr. Thor?"

Thor, who was already dead, didn't react.

"I'm just like you, I also have special abilities, but I don't think I'm any higher than others, I'm still a human, not a god!"

As he spoke, Coulson held out his index finger, and orange flames erupted from his fingertips.

"That's it?"

Thor glanced up and let out a snort of disdain.

"Look closely!"

Seeing that Thor's attention was drawn, Coulson reached out the fingers of his other hand and gently placed them on the flame on his fingertips.

Amazingly, the burning of the flames did not cause him any harm.

"Resistant skin?immune to flames?"

Releasing fire and not being damaged by fire are two completely different concepts, just like a dragon that can breathe dragon breath and cannot resist the damage of dragon breath that is rewound by the mirror.

Although Thor has lost his divine sense, his vision is still there.

He could be sure that the other party did not use any energy to isolate it, nor did he do any means of protection, so he put his finger on the flames with such a big sting.

This utter disregard for fire reminded him of the Asgardians' old enemy, the Frost Giants.

They are extremely resistant to cold and frost, exhibiting a near-immune effect.

Even the Asgardians rely on magical equipment, or to use their qi and blood, or to resist the low temperatures, which are as warm as summer for the Frost Giants.

"No, it's an illusion!"

"It's not really a flame, it's an illusionary energy that comes together in the form of a flame. ”

Coulson explained the characteristics of his ability very generously, but unfortunately he didn't find exclamation from the other party's face, but instead wanted to scold people.

"Whew-whew-"

Thor gasped for breath and pressed down the feeling of suffocation in his chest.

He slowly got up, turned his chair back, and sat back in his chair.

"Mr. Thor?"

Coulson looked at Thor, who was sitting with his back to him, and asked puzzled.

But the other party didn't respond to him at all, just sat silently, quiet like a sculpture.