The only chance seems to have fallen on the perception of the Destroyer's armor.

It's very peculiar, this thing can center on itself, and 'see' the enemies that appear in his field of vision in 360 degrees without blind spots and infinite distances.

If there is any cover, you will not be able to detect the enemy.

In a sense, it has a visual kei mode of seeking the enemy.

The earth is round, and on the plain ground, a person's field of vision is at most four kilometers, and beyond that, it is the so-called horizon.

The Destroyer's horizon is limited to this area. Basically, as long as it is seen, it is considered to be peeping at its existence. Or the enemy it sets itself will be attacked by its direct ray.

This is its strength and weakness.

It was also found that even without a target, it would destroy things it might otherwise see as obstacles.

A fist-sized hole suddenly opened on its left shoulder, and with a "boom", a cluster of fire elemental lightning shot out.

In an instant, a gas station on the side of the main road was destroyed.

Normally, it is difficult for gas stations to explode, according to the safety manuals of various countries, oil drums are not allowed on the ground, and all oil drums must be buried deep underground.

This is to avoid an explosion caused by sparks. There are too many dead smokers in this world, and once the addiction comes, their IQ will instantly reach a negative number. You can light a cigarette when you need to, but you don't care if you and the people around you will be killed.

But the Destroyer's fire elemental attack is too powerful. The thick ground seemed to be ploughed open by a huge iron plow, and a huge tunnel with a diameter of two meters stretched from the Destroyer to the gas station, detonating the oil tank buried in the ground.

"Boom-"

A huge fireball rose into the sky and could be clearly seen from a distance of ten kilometers.

The Destroyer wreaked havoc on the town, and the flames of destruction destroyed most of the town in a matter of minutes. Every neighborhood in the town was screaming and moaning in flames, and if it weren't for the fact that this is New Mexico, where birds don't poop, and the gravel wasteland outside the town, the fire would have spread further along the wind.

Even so, the footage transmitted from the scene by fixed communication lines was enough to silence senior officials at NORAD and Washington.

In New York, no matter how much I hated it, it was just a brute force demolition. Abomination has to tear down a big house, or at least smash it pillar by pillar.

The Destroyer's armor is otherwise, and a beam of 'dynamic death light' passes. Whether it was the reinforced concrete walls or the main load-bearing column of the hotel with three people hugging each other, all of them were broken.

Where the laser sweeps, the buildings that have been hit by the direct impact will of course explode, and the affected streets will be like a whole box of ice cream cutting a deep mark from a large spoon, and there are layers of bumps everywhere.

On the screen, the eyes are full of shocking cracks, which are more terrible than the Los Angeles earthquake.

The forces of nature are unmatched, and nature's destruction of human cities is unintentional.

The Destroyer has intentions!

This is a terrible wreak havoc caused by a devastating weapon!

All the high-level leaders on Lao Mei's side feel that they don't have enough brains.

Beat the chicken wool!

Everything dies by the sight of the light. It feels like there's no other way than to send a death squad to bomb his mother at close range. In other words, the other party is just a metal lump, or is it fire, and explosives in the ordinary concept can work?

Here, with Mei flying at high speed, barely using her faster reaction to dodge the apparently predicted shots, Sif finally borrowed the cover of the terrain and came to a fairly close distance.

Across the ruins of a collapsed bank that was only two floors long, not to mention more than 300 square meters, Vandal and Hogan joined hands and prepared to launch a copycat version of the human cannon.

Vostag also shook the ground when he ran, and he felt that this burly fat man had four hundred pounds, to say the least.

When his big thick legs stepped on the 'springboard' built by the two Asgardians, the two Asgardian gods immediately raised their hands together and threw the big fat man over.

A large ball of meat made a clear arc in mid-air, just over the ruins of the bank, and rushed over to give the Destroyer a jump.

It's so fast, it's like lightning, well, spherical lightning.

In a hurry, the Destroyer did not have time to launch a divine flame attack. There was only time to shoot dozens of flame rays from his shoulder.

This is not fatal for an Asgardian oracle who also possesses divinity.

"Drink!" The big fat man's breastplate glowed with gold, and a translucent golden shield formed on his chest, blocking the incoming fire elemental rays.

Even a giant battle axe, which could easily split in half, made a terrible arc in the air, focusing on the head of the Destroyer.

"Done!" shouted Van Dahl, who had followed Vostagg to the past.

This flag doesn't stand well!

When even others think they will succeed, it is often when something happens.

The Destroyer armor is under the gaze of the three warriors of Asgard, and it has grown larger!

Right!

The entire armor was dominated by some kind of divine power, and it was forced to lengthen. You can see that a lot of dark holes appeared in the middle of the armor, and then a circle of silver metal rings seemed to squirm, pushing out of it and filling the gaps in the armor.

The armor became more than four meters tall in the blink of an eye.

The axe, which was supposed to be on the head, suddenly turned into a chest split.

The difference is huge.

No, it should be said that there is no difference.

Anyway, I can't hit it!

A silver iron fist appears on the axe's slashing trajectory. Before the blade of the axe could be struck, a metal hand rested on the handle at the tip of the axe.

"Bang!" the sonorous voice was deafening.

Missed.

Before Vostag could react, he was hit by a punch from the Destroyer. The Ball Lightning-kun reflected back faster than when it came.

The ruins of the bank behind him immediately shattered further with a sharp cracking sound, and the masonry and planks, the ash and the beams and pillars, all exploded in a cone with Wostagg's fat body.

In an instant, the grief-stricken Vostagg's entire body was printed in large font on the door of the vault in the bank. The half-meter-thick alloy gate was completely deformed, and then shot into the vault like someone's cannonball, hitting the innermost metal interior wall.

Dying in a pile of dollars may also be a kind of happiness.

Wostagger screamed in embarrassment, trying to crawl out.

And then he was 'wall-knocked'!

The Destroyer's two massive silver palms gripped him tightly, his cylindrical helmet close to him.

When the visor was removed, revealing the hollow inner wall again, and seeing the glow of the golden flame burning from his chest, Volstagg saw death coming......

"No—"