"It's time to finish."

Mawson looked around, the war had spread to the entire New York City, but fortunately, Mawson closed the teleportation channel in time, without the support of the follow-up troops, although there were many soldiers who poured into New York City in the early stage, it was only a matter of time before they were wiped out under the siege of the Golden Legion.

The only high-end combat power that was still fighting in the field was Surtr, and when he saw that the general trend was gone, his body shrank rapidly, and the flames on his body burned and flew into the distance.

"Tony, I'll leave it to you."

Naturally, it was impossible for Mosen to let a combat power of Surter's level leave, so he jumped into the air and chased after the firelight.

"Be careful to avoid crowds when fighting!"

Floating in mid-air, Tony ordered Jarvis to hack into New York City's public network, mobilize based on feedback from the scene, and do his best to minimize casualties.

On the other side, Mawson had already flown out of New York City with Surtr and into a wilderness.

"Human, do you have to kill them all?"

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of Mawson, Surtr transformed into a form, a huge body burning with flames, standing between heaven and earth.

"Invader, die!"

Mawson replied unceremoniously.

"Roar!"

Surtr stamped his foot and smashed it with his fist.

Boom!

Mawson did not dodge or dodge, raised his hand to block Surtr's attack, although the two were very different in size, but in the clash of strength, it was obvious that Mossen was superior.

In addition, the flames on Surtr's body could not hurt Mawson in the slightest.

"You're not afraid of my flames?"

"Are you of the same race as that red boy?"

Surtr's eyes widened.

When facing Surtr, Mawson's Sword of Symbiote was of little use.

But even so, the weapons conjured up from other parts of the body were sharp enough, and the slashing of Surter screamed again and again.

Flames flew from its body, and with each part of it being cut off, it shrank a little smaller.

"Damn it!"

"If it weren't for Odin stealing my Eternal Flame, how could you be my opponent?"

Surtr let out an unwilling roar.

But he is huge, his movements are not fast, his strength is suppressed by Mosen, and even the flames on his body have no achievements, and he is restrained by Mosen.

Finally, after fighting dozens of moves, Mawson found an opportunity, broke his neck stiffly, and pulled his entire head off his body!

Laugh at!

Instead of flames, spurts of magma erupted from the wound, and Surtr's massive body fell to its knees, quickly turning the surrounding area into a small lava lake.

Having lost his body, the flames on his head quickly dimmed.

The face vanished, and only one skull remained in Mawson's hand.

"Where there is fire, I will be reborn!"

Before the gleam in his eyes faded, Mawson caught the last message from Surtr.

He reached out and pinched it, Surtr's skull was unexpectedly hard, it didn't feel like a bone, it wasn't metal, and Mawson guessed that even if he took Surtr's skull and went to Thor's hammer, it was estimated that there would be no damage.

"Strange texture."

He remembered that in the movie, although Thor defeated Surtr, he did not kill him completely, but instead took his head as a trophy and brought it back to Asgard.

"Maybe it's some kind of magical power."

Mawson swept Surtr's head with his hand, but at this moment, his heart moved slightly.

The core of the flame on his chest turned, and a wisp of flame passed down his fingertips into Surtr's skull.

Rise!

A flame condensed from the place in the eye socket, and a voice came, "Who awakened the great Surtr?" ”

"Huh......?"

"Human, why are you again?"

"Is it really immortal?"

Mawson was interested, moved his fingers, and withdrew the wisp of flame that had just been transmitted.

The flame in Surter's eyes vanished, and he became a dead object again.

After repeated experiments, Mawson finally determined that the flame was indeed Surtr's energy source, and its soul and power seemed to be condensed in the skull.

All it takes is a faint ray of flame to wake up.

And as the flame increases, its power will also increase step by step.

"Tamiya, try to devour it!"

Mawson gave the order.

"Master, the target substance is too hard, and the devouring time is unknown."

Mawson frowned, and for a moment he didn't know what to do with Surtr.

"Can't destroy, can't take ......"

If it weren't for the fact that there were too few space-time coins left on his body, Mawson would have planned to take Sirter directly out of the Marvel universe, but he just checked it and took Sirtr's skull, which would cost 20,000 space-time coins!

Just when Mo Sen was a little at a loss, the flame core in his chest suddenly activated automatically, and the abundant flame energy burst out of his body.

Mawson's body shook, his body floating uncontrollably into the air, the flames in his chest and Surtr's skull connected together, forming some kind of strange connection between the two.

"Eternal Flame!"

"How is my eternal flame in your hands?!"

Surter's voice revealed infinite joy.

"Haha, with the Eternal Fire, I won't need to fear anyone, Odin and Asgard, be ready to bear my wrath!"

From under his skull, Surtr's form gradually appeared, and he glared at Mawson.

"Before that, I'm going to crush you little worm!"

Surtr grabbed at Mawson with his newly formed arm, but only halfway through it, its body stopped uncontrollably.

Click!

Surtr moved forward as hard as he could, but his body stiffened like a rock.

"What's going on?"

"What did you do to me?!"

Mawson floated from mid-air to the ground, looking at Surtr, who was connected to the flame core in his chest.

"Obviously, the Eternal Flame is mine!"

As soon as his thoughts moved, the flames in his chest erupted violently, and Surtr's form gradually became clear and perfect, and finally regained the form of a flame giant.

"Get on your knees!"

Tong!

Surtr's body fell to his knees uncontrollably, and he lowered his head and curled into a ball.

"Not bad!"

Mawson reached out and patted the sharp horn on Surtr's head, rolled over and jumped onto his shoulder.

He commanded in his heart, and Soult took the opportunity to stand up.

"What did you do to me?"

Surtr's voice was filled with horror.

"I didn't do anything, but it's clear that your body doesn't belong to you."

Mawson already had some speculation in mind.

In his opinion, Surter's skull may have been nothing more than a vessel to carry the eternal fire.

Over the long years, under the breeding of the Eternal Flame, a hazy mind was born from this skull, which could mobilize the energy of the Eternal Fire within it.

But in the end, this consciousness is nothing more than the product of the dual action of the vessel and the eternal fire.

He's a tenant, not a host.

And now, when his body is filled with the eternal fire controlled by Mawson, the current Surtr is nothing more than a puppet under Mawson's men.

For Mawson, there is only one question left at this point, how to take it away!