Seeing that the horn of war had been sounded completely, Thor laughed, and his voice shook the sky: "Odin's beard is above! Even if we die today, we will die an incomparably glorious death! He had a resolute expression and a piercing gaze, like a lion about to fight.

"Myornir, come!"

He waved his hand, and there was a faint thunder in the air. Suddenly, a huge square-headed hammer flew out of the ruins and landed on his hand. The hammer was engraved with mysterious runes and shimmered with a cold light.

Then, with a tiger leap in his grip on his hammer, Thor galloped towards the group of monsters, with several pulsing currents around him, directly electrifying the first few vanguard guards who came into contact with him, emitting a faint stench.

This meeting is not a big deal at least in the eyes of the son of Odin, and his favorite thing to do in the past thousand years of life is to take his Asgard warriors to participate in various battles in the Nine Realms, which is glorious and refreshing.

Now it's just a matter of changing the target of the hammer from the Dark Elves or the Monsters to these monsters.

Looking at Thor, who was smashing around in the vanguard, Bai Ye shook his head slightly, although Thor was extremely brave, his strength was not unlimited. Every attack means attrition, but also greater risk.

The current Thor has not yet gotten rid of the identity of the Hammer God, only after experiencing the first loss of contact with the Hammer, he only realized the meaning of being a hero, and most of his own power has not been developed by him, and now he still only relies on the hammer to fight.

At this time, the Thunder Warriors and mutants have also joined the battlefield, and with their powerful abilities, they have even suppressed a large number of vanguards for a while.

"Fuck you!" With a loud roar, Logan physically knocked out one of the vanguard guards in front of him, and kicked the still pumping corpse away.

Not far away, a laser shot from Cyclops burned one of the vanguard guards that pounced on him to ashes, and then one rolled over to avoid the other vanguard who pounced on him from behind, and after burning it to ashes, he tilted his head and said, "I don't have any problem with your taste, Logan, but this biological weapon should have no mother." ”

Just watched Jean and Logan go to the battlefield side by side, he didn't feel good in his heart, and finally saw that an opportunity would always hurt him two sentences.

Logan smiled in relief, and took two seconds to raise the steel claw in the middle at Cyclops.

"Can you hear me? White Night?! Tony's almost screaming call was suddenly heard over the communicator, attracting the attention of White Night, who was observing the battlefield, and he immediately picked up the communicator and looked at Pietro, who had recovered his breath.

"I'm online, what's going on?"

"Bad things whew. Very bad thing."

Tony leaned against the cold corner, his breathing short, staccato and his eyes filled with resentment and frustration.

His steel suit, the Mark 6 armor that once made him the supreme and the city guarded, was now shattered. Part of the armor had fallen off his body, like a piece of shattered wings, lying quietly in the corner.

The shards of alloy that had once been as hot as fire now seemed to mock his incompetence, and they shimmered indifferently in the setting sun.

It's just that Tony didn't have time to care about these at this time, he gasped hard, and turned to look at the pair of pale blonde haired men and women who were standing in the distance and had just beaten him to his knees.

They were dressed in Renaissance tight leather trousers and gowns, with playful smiles on their faces, and the man held a whip with sharp teeth, the body of which was dragged on the ground trembled like a coiling viper.

The woman was holding a sharp dagger in one hand, the tips of both daggers glittering in the setting sun. Her other hand caressed the back of one of the daggers.

There was a grim glint in her eyes, as if she was enjoying the struggle and powerlessness of the prey in front of her.

"You know what?" The pale blonde-haired woman smiled slightly, "You're like a cute clown when you're fighting, performing your stunts on stage, and we're just appreciating your performance." ”

"That's a good point, Borah." The man slapped his face, his dining habits are always graceful and cruel at the same time, it is his grace not to rush to kill his prey, and it is cruel to let his prey enjoy enough pain before dying tragically.

Thinking of this, his gaze went beyond the noteworthy golden-red iron man in front of him to a black-haired boy hiding behind a broken wall in the distance.

The boy was trembling and poking out half of his head to look this way, and he didn't need anyone to introduce him to know the boy's name—Peter Parker.

A newborn, unformed spider totem, delicious and unavoidable.

It's just that when he kicked the door of a supermarket and was about to taste this cute little totem, Iron Man who was passing by suddenly happened to see what he was about to do, and made a sharp turn on the spot to stop him.

Then he whipped his armor with two whips.

Traveling between parallel universes to hunt various totems, he has long been familiar with the superhero file.

If it was a special type of armor, then he might hesitate, after all, it was really difficult to absorb the vitality of the driver inside through a large lump of iron.

But just a Mark 6? Oh my God, it's insulting for someone to dare to use this old model against him!

Okay, maybe Mark 6 is a novelty in this universe, but he's already seen a thousand times weirder things in his own travels, and he can't deal with an ignorant hillbilly.

But what is going on in this universe? It doesn't look like he's seen it before, the man thought thoughtfully.

"Bricks? You can't eat this thing, and if you don't, you'll kill him. We'll have to compete to see who kills that totem first. The woman named Bora shook her hand, and the two sharp daggers reflected a cold light in her hand, and she said to the man with the same hair color next to her with some dissatisfaction.

"Ahem. Eat? Are you from some tribe of African cannibals, do you have a visa?"

The mustachioed man leaning against the corner coughed twice, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and he felt as if he had been injured internally.

"I have a good appetite, but there's a risk of tarnishing my lips by eating something like this."

Brix smiled, raised his hand and danced his jagged whip in the air, about to swing it.

"Ahh

However, at this moment, a silver flash pierced the air, followed by a terrible scream.

The man's whip-wielding arm was struck by a sudden flash of swords, and blood splattered all around. His body shook and retreated, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

"Keep your distance from them, Pietro, these guys can suck you alive into jerky."

Bai Ye, who appeared between the three of them, said a word to the silver-haired man who had brought him here, and then took a few steps back.

He looked in front of him with obvious surprise, obviously not expecting someone else to suddenly appear here, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Successors? By all accounts, their presence here is not good news.

(End of chapter)