"What the hell?"

A whirlwind blew on the flat ground, and Coulson hurriedly put on his sunglasses to prevent his eyes from being hit by the gravel.

Since arriving in this New Mexico town, strange things have happened one after another, either the hammer falling from the sky emitting a large amount of electromagnetic waves, or the detection of huge energy released in the wild like now.

Fortunately, they are produced in uninhabited places, and it would be difficult if they were placed in densely populated cities.

"Could it be a tornado?" One of his subordinates leaned over and asked, worried. Due to the special topography of the North American continent, the United States is the country with the most tornadoes in the world, and the number of tornadoes on land is about four times that of all Europe, and New Mexico is the hardest hit area by storms, causing second only to thunder and lightning in the annual death toll every year.

"Impossible." Coulson shook his head and shouted orders for the others to stand back. "It's the warm season, but it doesn't have strong convection conditions, and have you ever seen a tornado like this?"

He pointed to the air, by which time the agents had largely withdrawn from the whirlpool and could feel the sun shining without looking up, and the sky was still clear and blue outside, except for a fixed area with dense dark gray clouds tumbling in a fixed area, and soon after, a funnel-shaped vortex was formed at the lower end of the cloud, the bottom of which grew rapidly to the ground, and swept away sand and rocks to form a column of smoke about fifteen or sixteen feet in diameter.

When the pillar of smoke cleared, the agents hiding behind the car straightened up, only to find that where the whirlwind met the ground stood a massive armor about nine feet tall, with a simple structure. The whole body has a strong metallic texture, and several rows of spikes protrude from the outside of his arms and thighs like durians, which reminds Coulson of another earthy yellow behemoth with sharp barbs that also has sharp barbs.

"Stark's guy?" The grizzled, bald agent Sitwell guessed. His voice shattered Coulson's associations.

"I don't know, that guy won't say anything to me." Coulson took the megaphone and shouted a few words closer to the armor, which was not unusual at first, but soon the armor opened the bezel on his face, and by the rapidly increasing fire inside, everyone present realized that it was an empty shell without a manipulator.

"Not good. It's coming! Coulson sensed that something was wrong and immediately turned to dodge.

His body had just left the spot. A blazing ray passed by, destroying the car behind it with powerful destructive energy.

Explosions rang out one after another, and people in the town in the distance also noticed the anomaly.

"What's going on?" When four Asgardians in fancy dress come to Thor, Servig and Daisy are speechless by the presence of these myths. Then Thor and the others sensed the burst of energy, and when they looked out, Jane and the others also saw the scene in the distance.

Along the improvised path that leads to Route 66, one can clearly see the flames rising after the smoke column disappears, and hear the sound of a muffled thunderous bombardment.

"Jane, get out of here, this place will soon become a battlefield!" Thor, the god of thunder, was relegated to the human world, and he recognized it as the most powerful armor of his father Odin, which had been forged by the skilled craftsmen of Asgard to deal with the dark threat from certain stars, and was endowed with divine powers. But now the aged god Odin fell into a deep sleep. The only one who can control him is his brother Loki, who sees Thor as the only threat to the throne.

"What about you?" Jane asked, guessing something from Thor's conversation with the others.

"I have to stay." Thor replied decisively, knowing full well that Loki's goal was himself. Although he is now deprived of his ability, his sense of responsibility and pride as Thor make him unwilling to choose to escape.

By this time, the Destroyer had left behind the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were hiding in the scarcity and went straight to Thor's town.

In the midst of the panic, Jane, Thor, and the others began to evacuate the townspeople, while four Asgardians confronted the Destroyer head-on.

As they fought, two men and a woman appeared on a nearby rooftop—Gemma, Fitz, and Bronsky, who had just arrived.

Eric was right. There's really something worth my shot. Bronski muttered, his eyes gradually filled with fanatical fighting spirit.

"If you can. I'd like to get some blood, nails, or hair or something like that, if not a mythical god, then at least some alien, and if you know a little more, you might find something by accident. Zhenma was also curious, but when she turned to look at her companion, she was a little worried.

"Are you okay Fitz?" The girl couldn't help but ask. "That's not your fault."

Her unskilled comfort made her companion even more embarrassed.

Fitz forced a smile and didn't speak, and the kiss between Thor and Jane when they broke up just now appeared in front of the three of them without concealment, which made the rookie agent quite embarrassed.

In fact, he and Jane really had nothing, just a bit of a joking kiss between a mature woman and a young boy, at most it can be called a hazy good feeling, but after repeated hype by gossip tabloids, friends and acquaintances continued to ridicule a little bit of a fake, and now Thor suddenly appeared among them, the boy couldn't help but feel a feeling that his beloved thing was taken away, especially when he felt the concerned gaze next to him, Fitz was particularly reluctant to be pity by the girl who grew up together.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he turned away from the roof to the other side of town to evacuate the crowd.

"You shouldn't be so direct." Bronski couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the young man's performance.

Zhenma was a little hesitant, she was an inexperienced rookie like the boy, and vaguely knew some of Fitz's thoughts about herself, but she felt that the two of them had not reached that level, and Jane's existence made her not think about it, but the look in Fitz's eyes when she was leaving just now made Zhenma a little panicked, and she was a little confused and confused for a while.

Bronsky didn't say much, he was neither the father of these two men, nor some bosom uncle who had a deep understanding of feelings, he was just a pure warrior, and now his chest was full of blood, just waiting for a hearty battle to make him completely happy.

The following four Asgardians have been cornered by the Destroyer. The three men were sent flying one after another, and the only strong lady, Sif Sever, jumped from a great height and stabbed her sharp spear into her armor vest. Pin it to the ground.

Thor and the others thought that this blow could at least inflict heavy damage on the opponent, but the strongest armor in the Divine Domain was so easy to deal with, there was no manipulator in it, and Loki was still far away in Asgard to control the remote control, so the destroyer did not suffer any damage at all, the energy in its body was gathered, and the metal shell was constantly reversed. Soon reversed, Sif fell within range of its frontal attack.

The blazing fire broke through the sky with a monstrous heat wave. Sif narrowly escaped, but then grabbed her arm and slammed her to the ground before she could recover from the pain. I saw that it was dark in front of me, and a big foot fell on my head.

"No!" Thor shouted in the distance, and the three friends who were knocked away also dragged their seriously injured bodies to rush to support.

Loki manipulated the Destroyer to show his tyrannical nature, and stepped on Sif in the face, and there was no doubt that this lady would not have survived.

Just as he was on the line of life and death, an earthy yellow hideous giant descended from the sky and forcibly knocked down the equally tall destroyer like a demon god stepping out of the void.

"Aliens, go back to your hometown!" The abomination screamed angrily and smashed his fist on the head. Hit by a force never seen before, the armor made of metal shook violently, and the shell made a tooth-aching creak.

"What kind of monster is this?" Sif escapes. But he was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he forgot the pain, and barely stood up with his elbow and exclaimed.

No one answered her question, and then she felt a tightness in her chest, and someone reached out from behind to drag her out of danger.

At this time, Thor and the others and the three Asgardian companions had just run to the side, and the boy who had taken the risk to save Sif had been carrying her dozens of feet before standing up straight, revealing a green face covered with sweat.

Meet the pure eyes of the boy. The female Tianjia who was holding the crook of Thor's arm gradually let go of her hand, and her heart suddenly felt a little unnatural.

Didn't stay to watch the battle between the strongest armor in the Divine Domain and the Earth Mutants, who lost and who won. After Eric's three team members were released to the town, he came to the crater dozens of miles away, where S.H.I.E.L.D. had built a steel and plastic city around foreign objects that had fallen from the sky, and in the center of the small city, a metal warhammer with a strange shape and intricate patterns stood quietly in the crater.

The light swam through the human body like water, and no one noticed that Eric had come to the side of the warhammer.

He looked up at the sky, and didn't touch the hammer with his hands, which claimed to be impossible for anyone but Thor to pick up. Although the god Odin said that "whoever wields this hammer, anyone who is qualified can obtain the power of Thor", but the old gods who have lived for thousands of years are no different from politicians, how can politicians believe their words.

There is a problem here, of course.

Without having to inspect it himself, Eric could roughly guess what's inside.

Created in the midst of a star that was about to be annihilated, the hammer itself possessed infinite divine power, and with the blessing of the gods, it had already produced the most basic consciousness, although it had no ego, but it was enough to distinguish the magnetic fields of different frequencies to determine the qualification of the master. Like fingerprints, there are differences in the magnetic fields of each person and other people, and what is even more wonderful is that the changes in the mood of the same person will have different subtle effects, and the magnetic field frequency is obviously stronger than the gloomy and obscure state of mind when the brave and persistent are persistent, so only a specific person with a good attitude can drive this magical hammer, and the two resonate with each other to call the power contained in it.

So when Thor loses his good mood and becomes arrogant and reckless, he is disqualified, and brave and selfless people like Steve can only shake it up in the slightest - they only meet one of the conditions, and both must be met in order to be used correctly.

However, this had no effect on the magnetic manipulators who were proficient in the psychic realm, and when Eric kept switching the magnetic field frequencies to find the best state, something strange happened.

"The peak is there, the index is rising." The S.H.I.E.L.D. experts in the monitoring room shouted as they looked at the meter.

Dark clouds gradually gathered in the air, thunder faintly descended from above, and under the nervous gaze of the agents, the extraterrestrial creature that could not be lifted no matter how gradually left the ground and pointed to the distant sky. (To be continued)