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The leader let out an angry roar. Obviously, with his intelligence, he had guessed what was going on. He immediately turned his head and stared at Dua with his red eyes.

"That's right, it was me who did it. The waking up of your people was my doing, and the continuous arrests are also due to me." Duva stood beside Thor and spoke calmly.

According to the normal timeline, we need to wait for the Celestials in the core of the Earth to wake up, triggering a global earthquake that breaks the ice on the Alaskan lakes before these guys can wake up.

But because of Duva's work, these mutants are now appearing.

Duva will not reconcile with this group of mutants that feed on humans. It would be best to capture them alive, but if not, then killing them is the real optimal solution.

The mutant leader was extremely angry and let out a sharp cry towards the sky.

"Do you think I don't know that you have arranged your tribesmen around? They have met their respective opponents, and it is hard to say who will win or lose." Dua said.

The leader abandoned the Abominations and Thor and tried to rush over to kill Duva, but was surrounded by the Abominations and Mutant Aliens.

Whenever the mutant leader wanted to do something, more than a dozen extremely powerful aliens would surround him and launch a fierce attack one after another. The attack frequency was astonishing and the attack was tight, but they were unable to break through the defense.

The messenger alien hid in the distance and spewed acidic blood, which stained the mutant leader and made a sizzling sound, but because of the ability of the Red Tank, it was unable to corrode much flesh and blood.

Under the heavy dark clouds, there were lightning and thunder.

As soon as the many mutants appeared, they were attacked by the aliens. The two creatures fought fiercely in the wilderness.

With super-strong speed and amazing fighting instincts, he roared in the howling wind, appeared and disappeared mysteriously in the darkness, and fought with uncomplicated terrain, sometimes fighting alone and sometimes attacking other enemies when being repelled.

Small tactical changes, on this occasion, reached their peak from the very beginning.

Only the occasional sound of flesh being torn and screams of pain revealed how brutal this battle was.

In terms of warfare alone, both creatures are extremely excellent, but the difference is that the alien is obviously a better weapon of war. Its entire body is equipped with weapons for killing, and it is a fusion of extreme violence and beauty.

The mutants are much worse. They don't have hard exoskeleton armor, endocast fangs and knife-pointed tails. They are more inclined to energy acquisition and absorption, but sometimes they seem helpless when facing aliens wearing "armor".

They had to desperately break the alien's exoskeleton before they could absorb it with their meat strips.

Each of the aliens is a born armored weapon of war. Every line in their body is born to fight to the death. They are absolutely obedient and have absolute tacit understanding. They will not retreat and will not be afraid.

Occasionally, flashes of lightning tore through the darkness, and everyone looked over here and saw a shocking scene.

The aliens were either standing upright or crawling, like a well-trained army, silent as iron, executing orders coldly. Every attack of any alien was accompanied by a sharp cold light, cruelly tearing apart the mutants they were facing.

There were even more unlucky mutants who were being besieged by multiple aliens at the same time. They screamed and retreated, trying to call for help from other companions. However, by the time the other companions had left their opponents behind and were rushing over, they had already been pounced on by several aliens. After a series of sounds of flesh being torn apart, their bodies had already turned into countless pieces.

Self-healing? The body is torn into several pieces just to prevent it from self-healing.

Of course, facing an opponent of the level of the mutants, the aliens could not help but suffer casualties, especially the weakest blood aliens. But even if they died, they would use their last bit of strength to tear open their bodies and let the blood splash out to achieve the greatest degree of killing.

Mutants kept trying to get close to Duva, but as soon as they took action, they were always blocked by the aliens.

In terms of defense line distribution, there will be no problem with Duva's mental connection. Every alien is an "eye" that Duva can control.

This quiet and cold combat mode greatly shocked everyone who saw it.

As far as the eye can see, there are only sci-fi aliens, which are deeply imprinted in my mind.

"Midgardians, are these the warriors you recruited? What ethnic group are they?" Thor was greatly attracted by these efficient and cold creatures.

Logically speaking, other types of aliens except messengers can walk upright on two legs. At first glance, people who don’t know the reason may think that these aliens are an intelligent race with strange shapes.

In fact, the aliens do have extremely high intelligence, but they do not climb the technology tree, but instead take the route of genetic evolution.

This was the first time Thor saw an alien life form.

"Aliens, my aliens are trying hard to kill these rude mutants, but I would rather capture them alive." Duva said.

Perhaps it was the close encounter with war that aroused Thor's deep desire for conquest and destruction, but his voice became much higher: "We don't need to take prisoners. Once we confirm that they are the enemy, we will completely defeat them on the battlefield!"

After saying that, he stared at the most eye-catching abominable alien. Such a violent machine was most in line with his aesthetic taste.

"That big guy is very strong. When I was fighting in various worlds, I met many guys who looked good but were useless. Obviously, he is not one of them. You are very lucky to have such a warrior following you. Have you gained the loyalty of this race?"

"Of course, but shouldn't you pick up your hammer now, Thor?"

"As long as I want, anytime."

Thor couldn't wait to have a big battle to show these Midgardians the power of a god, especially in the face of weapons like the aliens that were created purely for combat.

Snapped!

Thor tried to lift the hammer, but it wouldn't budge.

"How could this happen?!" Thor was struck by lightning, his face full of disbelief. He tried again and again, but finally gave in to despair and let out a miserable smile.

"Is this your punishment for me, Father?"

The heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time fell in an instant, getting heavier and heavier, turning into a downpour, as if a response to Thor.

Thor realized that Odin was not joking and that he could only be a mortal and no longer had the powerful divine power to go to heaven and earth.

Without power, how can he deal with these mutants in front of him?

"Don't worry about it." Duval patted Thor's shoulder, "It's just because you are not strong enough. However, I can give you what you want, young Thor, do you want power?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 39: Confidence is the Good Quality of the Evil God

"This is my hammer, I should be able to pick it up..."

"But not now. Odin refuses to allow you to take up this weapon." Duval interrupted Thor.

Thor's face was grim, he said nothing, and he had lost his soul.

"My promise still stands. If you are really willing to do whatever it takes to regain your strength, you can come and ask me for help."

Duval emphasized, "It's just that the power I'm going to give you is different from the divine power you possess, but they don't conflict. Maybe one day you can pick up this hammer again and regain the divine power, then you can have both powers at the same time."

When he said this, his tone was very serious. As long as Thor nodded, he would really pick out the best facehugger and give it to Thor.

Of course, after that, Thor had to follow his orders.

Thor during this period had no humility or anything like that, only endless irritability and a worship of violence.

Duva turned to look at the mutant leader who was in a panic under the siege: "Look, if you wait a few more minutes and take action when he doesn't want to live, it will be more likely to succeed. You are too impatient."

It was this chatty tone that completely angered the mutant leader.

It became more and more crazy, with all kinds of strips of flesh growing all over its body. Its sharp claws were tearing things around, and one alien had no time to dodge, so it was ripped open on the spot.

Swish!

Several strips of flesh stretched out and absorbed the alien alive.

But it could only do so much. The aliens cooperated too closely, always making it overwhelmed and unable to take care of one or the other. Even if it was determined to kill an alien, the hateful alien would always give it a hard blow at the critical moment, violently interrupting its actions.

After fighting for quite some time, they finally managed to kill one alien.

"How does it taste to eat our own kind?" Duva asked.

Boom!

The mutant leader stared with his eyes wide open, and the next second he was hit on the head by a punch from the abominable alien, feeling dizzy.

"The power that the Red Tank brings to it is really strong. This kind of attack can't hurt it. In this case..." Duva's expression moved slightly. To this extent, he has already tested the level of this leader.

With a thought in his mind, the many aliens around him, at this moment, intentionally or unintentionally, missed a few mutants.

"Dewar, I will organize agents to provide support, and we will work together to eliminate these mutants." Coulson's voice was amplified through the loudspeaker.

"If you had said this before these mutants approached this shabby camp, I would have believed your sincerity."

Duva didn't give Coulson any face, and Coulson didn't need face at all. He looked at the many screens in front of him with a calm expression.

Some of the screens were black, having been destroyed in the fight, but the remaining cameras were enough for Coulson to observe the situation.

He focused his attention on the battles outside the camp, and once again, he watched the aliens' performance in silence.

Although the scene was bloody, he still felt a strong sense of amazement.

Coulson even imagined in his mind the scenario of SHIELD controlling these creatures. With this power in hand, there are definitely so many things that can be done.

"Clint, organize our agents, rely on the camp buildings, shoot mutants, and capture a few alive if possible." Coulson gave the order.

Duva is still a helper, but these mutants are nothing.

Coulson wants to catch mutants, but Duval wants it even more.

After a while, four mutants rushed into the camp. Accompanied by gunshots, agents died one after another at their hands.

call out!

Hawkeye drew his bow and shot the arrow at high speed, hitting a mutant in the limbs and detonating the bomb on the arrow on the spot.

A series of explosions sounded, and he thought he had killed a mutant, but the scene revealed after the smoke cleared soon surprised him. He saw with his own eyes that the mutant was trying to repair its broken limbs.

"Everyone, concentrate your fire! Never give the enemy a chance to heal themselves." Hawkeye said to everyone through the communication equipment.

No matter how much they tried to stop them, two mutants still rushed into the camp and came to the leader.

"Does Duva really have no ability to stop these mutants?" Coulson looked puzzled. According to his understanding of Duva, Duva would not leave such a loophole. This is based on the premise that the aliens are outside the camp and have numerical advantage when facing the mutants.

The mutant leader stretched out a strip of meat and quickly stabbed it into the bodies of the two mutants, transmitting a large amount of energy to strengthen the two younger brothers.

The sizes of the two ordinary mutants expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their physical strength was also increasing wildly.

"That's right." Duva nodded secretly.

As a leader, it has the ability to divide its power among its subordinates, but at the same time, dividing its power means weakening its own power.

Using overwhelming offensives and precise strikes from the abominable aliens to force the mutant leader to expend his energy to train his subordinates, this is the temporary tactic developed by Duva.

There was no other way. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't break through the defense of this thing, let alone find a chance to send out the facehugger to parasitize it.

The weaker the leader, the higher the chance of Dua.

"It's still a little unsafe to only let in two mutants, but if we let in two more..."

Duva calculated quickly. He could observe the overall situation through all the aliens and perform micro-manipulations accurately.

A mutant that had been strengthened and had powerful defenses aimed at Dua and rushed over.

With its mouth wide open, it was about to bite Duva's neck to pieces.

Duva glanced at Thor next to him and confirmed that this dispirited guy had no intention of hiding. With despair in his heart, he took action himself, dodged the mutant's attack with his face turned sideways, raised his hand and stretched out two fingers, dug into the opponent's eye sockets, and popped his eyes out.

"Some people always think I'm weak, but I'm not a summoner who relies on pets to fight."

Duva shook off the dirt on his hands, threw the travel bag he had been carrying on his back to the ground, and decided to do it himself.

Just when Duva also took action.

In an ordinary open space.

Loki watched the battle quietly.

Seeing Thor in danger, he almost couldn't help but take action, but fortunately he held back.

"This Midgardian is the guy who defeated that Eternal? That's not entirely useless, but it doesn't explain why father is so concerned about the Eternals."

Loki was puzzled. He didn't believe that Odin, the king of gods, would cause trouble for no reason. There must be a reason that he didn't know.

As for Dewar...

"Since he saved my stupid brother and can lead this fighting tribe, I will spare his life."

Loki looked at the mutant leader with fear, then looked at the abominable alien, and the corner of his mouth curled up into an evil smile again.

The second most powerful wizard in the Nine Realms, he is always confident in himself.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 40 World No. vs World No.

Loki had to admit that the power of the earth was beyond his imagination. So many troublesome guys appeared in such a short period of time.

But it's still under control.

"Mjolnir..."

Loki remained invisible and walked calmly to the hammer. He stretched out his hand to pull it, but found that he couldn't. His face changed color with anger, but soon returned to normal.

"I don't meet father's standards? It's enough as long as my stupid brother doesn't meet them either." Loki sneered and looked around at the battlefield where the fighting was raging.

After taking a last deep look at Thor, Loki turned and left. There was no point in staying here any longer. After confirming Thor's safety, he decided to observe from a distance, looking for an opportunity to show up and deceive Thor.