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"...Lend it to me!" It made people feel sad when Thor said this.

"No." Duva refused, "I will not lend my power to an outsider who has no value to me."

"You were able to lift Mjolnir because you parasitized me with that creature."

"...Unexpectedly clever." Duval nodded frankly. This was not difficult to guess, but it was surprising that Thor could react so quickly.

Duval pointed to his chest and said, "According to what you said, my followers, the aliens, have the ability to parasitize and obtain part of the host's genetic material. I obtained part of your genes through the aliens, and thus gained Mjolnir's recognition."

There is nothing to hide. To put it bluntly, all kinds of messy news about him and the aliens have been flying all over the Internet, and there are all kinds of speculations.

After all, these days, the whole world seems to have become a lot more lively, with all kinds of superhumans appearing on the scene.

Even if Thor had a sudden enlightenment like in the original timeline and lived as a mortal on Earth for a while, he could still find information about Duval on the Internet and guess a general idea, so Duval had no intention of hiding it from Thor.

"what do you mean?"

"What I mean is that, rounded off, your blood is in my body, Brother Thor. In other words, Mjolnir finally chose you, and because of you, it is willing to accept my command." Duva said frankly.

There was nothing shameful about this, as Thor saw him fail when he first tried to lift Mjolnir.

Thor felt his head buzzing.

"Let me talk about something that may interest you: Loki is probably still on Earth, and he must be looking for an opportunity to negotiate with you. You can listen carefully and think about it carefully." Duva said, turning his head to look to the side.

Thor also looked over and recognized that this was an Eternal, but then his face suddenly changed when he saw that the Eternal's body was twitching violently, his chest shattered, and an alien crawled out.

"this!!"

"This is the alien. Of course, I can decide whether its chest needs to be broken. It's just a matter of thought." Duva stretched out his hand, and the newly born petite alien showed super speed, turned into a residual image, and instantly climbed onto Duva's shoulder.

In a few hours, this tiny thing will grow rapidly into a mature body two or three meters tall.

Thor also truly realized the horror of this creature.

By parasitizing the host, they acquire the host's genetic material... or the superpowers contained in the genes...

Thor couldn't help but look down at his healed chest.

If Duval hadn't taken this thing out, wouldn't he have ended up...

As for bloody things like parasitism and chest breaking, they are nothing to Thor. If there is anything to criticize, it is nothing more than breaking the chest of a person who has lost his combat ability, but this is not a big deal.

Thor himself is a hot-tempered and war-mongering maniac. Before he goes to war with an alien race, he will persuade them to surrender when he is in a good mood. But the problem is that before the war starts, the other side does not think they will definitely lose, so how can they agree? As a result, Thor holds the hammer and kills without any guilt.

Not to mention Hela, who is countless times more cruel than Thor, and the people she has killed can fill up the continent of Asgard.

Odin can be said to have done a good job of educating his children, as he was able to raise this pair of war-crazy sons.

"I just told you, I took out the alien right after it finished parasitizing you, otherwise you wouldn't be alive now."

"Don't joke. I won't die even if my chest is really broken. Even if I lose my divine power and don't have strong self-healing ability, Loki will use magic to repair my body." Thor retorted.

Duval nodded. He believed it. With Loki's magical attainments, it might be possible to directly borrow the power of the multi-dimensional gods to repair his body. He could even create a new set of chest organs for Thor out of thin air.

But how much the cost will be is another matter.

"Thank you for your honesty. You are a despicable but thoroughly bad warrior. At another time, perhaps we could be friends, but now I will not join your team. Thor - the former god of thunder, son of Odin, will not be your follower." Thor shook his head.

He could understand the meaning of Duval's words. This was a second chance for him to choose: if he wanted to get Thor's hammer back, he would have to be parasitized by the alien again and become Duval's man.

The last time he agreed was because the situation was dangerous. For Loki's sake, he was prepared to commit suicide after the war to preserve his dignity.

Although the final development was not what he expected, he was parasitized but not completely, and he did not obtain the "power" from Duval to help Loki on the battlefield. This made Thor feel a little awkward, half-way, stuck in an intermediate state, not knowing what to do.

But this time, there is no such possibility. He would rather be a mortal and preserve his little dignity.

"Thor, my brother, you have to know that some things will happen countless times once they happen."

"Shut up! Even if you are a powerful man from Midgard and have access to a lot of ancient and secret information, you can't call me that! I'm not your brother at all!!" Thor jumped up, "I said, there won't be a second time!"

"You look like a lion whose fur stands up after its tail is stepped on. Look at your messy hair. I'll give you some money later. Go to the store and buy two more bottles of shampoo. This is the beginning of your becoming a mortal."

As long as Thor still has divine power, he can simply use the divine power to cleanse his body.

Thor stormed out of the devastated building, under the gaze of the dum-dum bullets next door.

To be honest, Dewar could never figure out how many batches of dum bullets were replaced in the building next door.

"Important information, Thor has left! Duval did not stop him, nor did he send aliens to follow him. This is our chance!"

"Quickly inform Fury!"

The dum-dum bullets immediately became excited. Some smart guys were already thinking about how much money Fury would have to pay for this news. The original body was extremely short of money right now, and they, the clones who were monitoring Duvall, had no idea what the original body was doing.

Not long after, Thor came back under the confused gaze of the dum-dum bullets.

"Mr. Thor, what are you doing?" shouted a dum-dum man wearing an apron and dutifully selling raw meat.

Thor looked up at the building next to him. Well, from bottom to top, on every window, there were several identical guys lying there, staring at him.

boom!

Thor smashed the tattered iron door with one punch, causing the broken iron to collapse under the heavy weight.

"Welcome back, Thor Odinson. I assume you've talked to Loki?" Duva sat calmly in the chair without even changing his posture.

"Yes, things have changed."

Thor's eyes had already turned blood red, and traces of tears could be seen on his face, full of sadness and self-blame. However, he still pointed to the building next door with a sad face and said, "Just a reminder, there are a bunch of idiots watching you in that direction. You have to be careful."

"I'm looking at you, but your evaluation is very accurate. The professionalism of these agents is really worrying. I don't know what the most elite clones are busy with." Duva's face was full of sighs.

Thor looked around, pulled over a sofa that was half broken, sat down on it, and collapsed the frameless sofa with a bang. But he obviously didn't care about it, and was immersed in pain and couldn't extricate himself: "Father is dead."

"I am sorry for your loss."

"I said, the father of the gods, the strongest in the nine realms, the master of Asgard, the god king Odin is dead!"

"Yes, I heard it. What are you going to do? Are you going to explain to me in detail that my father is gone?"

Duva pointed to his chest very seriously.

Erica was originally supporting an alien, carefully using her newly grown legs. She almost couldn't hold back when she heard this. She pulled out the broken knife and hit herself hard, then showed a look of horror.

Thor's eyes were filled with tears: "You just said you were my brother, and that the blood of Odin flows in your veins."

"Just tell me, what do you want to say?"

"The war has broken out, and Loki has hurried back to Asgard to lead the army to resist the attack of the Frost Giants." There was a flash of deep worry and resentment in Thor's eyes.

He hated his own incompetence, which indirectly angered Odin to death, and he also hated Jotunheim for taking advantage of the situation.

But the most worrying thing is that without the presence of a god-like strongman, how can Asgard resist the powerful frost giants?

Duva touched his chin and observed Thor's expression. He was really sad.

If Hela got this news, she would be dancing on Odin's grave in a minute.

However, these two siblings have one thing in common: they are both extremely confident that Jotunheim is rubbish, and as long as they go up, no matter how many Frost Giants come, they will die!

But Thor has no divine power now and can’t do anything about it!

Thor finally stated his purpose.

"I know it's absurd to ask you for help, but I have no choice... I hope to borrow your troops! I want to return to Asgard with a strong and loyal army and counterattack Jotunheim!"

(End of this chapter)

47. Chapter 47 Hey! We successfully cracked the secret of the alien!

Chapter 47 Hey! We successfully cracked the secret of the alien!

As he listened to Thor's words, the expression on Dua's face did not change from beginning to end.

Surprised? Dissatisfied? None of these. He just sat there calmly, looking at Thor quietly.

"Borrowing troops... Honestly speaking, this is a crazy idea. Once I agree to it, it means being involved in a world-class war." Duva said slowly.

Taking Asgard as an example, the population of the entire Asgard continent is not large, at most less than 100,000 people, and the rest of the population is scattered and stationed on various planets in the Nine Realms.

This population also includes civilians, which means that there are actually even fewer professional fighters who can be deployed to the battlefield.

Other worlds, such as Jotunheim, which is ruled by frost giants led by Laufey, and Muspelheim, which is ruled by fire giants led by Surtur and Queen Sind, should not have a large total population.

But the leaders of these worlds are all at the level of gods.

Once they start to fight, they can easily blow up planets.

Odin, holding the Spear of Eternity and wearing the Destroyer Armor, dared to fight against the Celestials, which was extremely ferocious.

"Mjolnir chose you. You are now the new God of Thunder. You should take on the responsibility of being the God of Thunder!"

Thor became more and more excited as he spoke, which was tantamount to making him admit his failure. Every time he saw Duval playing with Mjolnir casually, he would be so jealous that his cell would break apart.

Duval remained indifferent. He wanted to use the responsibility of Asgard to bind him, who was still considered an Earthling? Don't be kidding.

“With great power comes great responsibility?”

"Yes, that's what it means!"

"So, Thor, how many soldiers do you want to borrow?" Duva looked at him seriously.

Thor first breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had convinced Duva with his powerful words. At the same time, he looked at the aliens around him and fell into deep thought.

Borrow troops...How many do you want to borrow?

Thor could also guess that it was impossible for Duva to display all the aliens in this dilapidated building, but there were too many borrowed, and Duva might not be able to take them out, and even if he could, he might not be willing to give them out.

That's right, it was "give". Thor knew very well that it was a loan verbally, but in reality, if he wanted to take an army to participate in the war between the gods, he would inevitably suffer extremely high casualties.

If they all die, there will be no way to return them.

"Your current appearance reminds me of the time when I was a kid eating cream cakes. I pondered over and over the ratio of cream to cake, trying to find a combination that would satisfy my obsessive-compulsive psychology and taste good." Duval looked at Thor, who was rarely hesitant, and said, "I can see that your personality has changed a bit since you came to Earth. At least you try to think harder."

"If you become a mortal like me, without any power, and even the subordinates around you abandon you, you will become like me." Thor said this very seriously.

If he hadn't lost his strength and suffered a series of blows, he wouldn't have grown so quickly, let alone used his brain.

Thor held out a hand and showed five fingers.

"Five thousand? You want to borrow five thousand troops from me? Well, this is not a small number, give me some time." Duva nodded slightly.

Thor opened his mouth. He wanted to raise fifty...

From Thor's perspective of thousands of years of fighting, aliens have many advantages. For example, they are born wearing exoskeleton armor, have considerable defense, and can resist the firearms of humans on Earth to a large extent. This means that an ordinary alien is no less defensive than an excellent Asgard warrior - just without high-tech equipment.

In terms of attack power, the inner nest fangs, tail, and highly corrosive blood are all extremely terrifying weapons.

Most importantly, Thor believes that the aliens are natural warriors with cold thinking, perfect coordination, and a fighting will that will never retreat, which are extremely valuable things.

Fifty aliens certainly cannot help him counterattack Jotunheim. Thor is not crazy. He just wants to take these aliens away from Earth and help Loki as much as possible. Maybe they can be used as a surprise force to raid the key figures among the Frost Giants.

The number of fifty was chosen by Thor after careful consideration. He felt that there should be this number of aliens among the group that followed Duva. Even if not, there should be at least thirty or forty.

Now, Duva directly replied him five thousand???

Five thousand, what does this mean!

"Thank you for your generosity. This is simply... I don't know what the social structure of this group is. At least there is no record in the Asgard library. If there is a record, I can't have no impression at all. But what I need are the real elites. Don't hand over the alien civilians at the bottom of society to me. That would be sending them to death." Thor hesitated and couldn't help but say.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

The aliens that Duva is going to dispatch are mainly "blood aliens". Taking into account the physical fitness of the vampire host and the higher level of combat effectiveness of the aliens with broken chests, they have barely stepped into the threshold of extraordinary life.

At the very least, the blood aliens can ignore most human firearms. Even if they are injured, the aliens' exaggerated self-healing ability combined with the vampires' powerful self-healing ability can ensure that the aliens can quickly repair their injuries.

If we send out messenger aliens whose members are all born from parasitizing ordinary animals, they will be injured if they encounter slightly powerful firearms. Such aliens will not be able to play any role in turning the tide of the battle when they are sent to the battlefield of Asgard.

It is definitely useful. The blood of even the lowest-level aliens can corrode the alloy of a spacecraft. It should be no problem for it to break the skin of ordinary frost giants and corrode their internal organs.

But it would be better if you could send out higher-level aliens, so that when you encounter the enemy you can fight in a group and expand your victory.

Duva said confidently: "Although the aliens have shortcomings, there is one thing you can rest assured about: even if they fight to death, they will do everything they can to tear their bodies apart and let the blood of the soldiers pour on the heads of the enemies."

In an extreme one-for-one exchange, I may definitely lose, but as an enemy, even if you don't die, you must destroy a certain amount of your combat effectiveness. This is the fighting style that the alien is best at, and it is also the result of a desperate attack after it is certain that there is nothing else to do.

Thor looked at Duva in shock.

"I hope you're not kidding."

"How long have you been on Earth? You've actually learned humans' jokes?"

The two looked at each other.

"Five thousand, five thousand...if there really are so many..." Thor muttered, becoming excited. His psychological expectations were not high to begin with, but now he had received a promise of a hundred times the amount. This was simply a huge surprise!