Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

As for the Captain Marvel Carol who was beaten up by Lancer, she was chosen to fight against these high-level fighters around her, or was simply beaten up. Although she was hated by people in Ukraine, the terrifying fighting power she showed was really not discounted at all! Breaking into the formation alone and tearing the Skrulls' line alone was easy.

And such a person was defeated by these women who showed great intimacy with Lancer! Although it was theoretically a group fight, both satellites and observation equipment could clearly see that Chkalov was protecting Lancer from beginning to end, Fei Ma was monitoring the battlefield, and although Tiancheng severely injured Carol with the last sword, most of the time he was just suppressing Carol's activity area with firepower.

When they really went up for a close combat, there were only Binjiang, Belfast, and two mechanical dragons. Moreover, Belfast left halfway through the fight...

The roar outside New York Harbor that day, in the eyes of many people, was like a naval battle, and it was a naval battle like the one in World War II. For human beings, it was simply a distant dream. Only some old sailors who had really experienced World War II would be moved when they saw this scene.

Awaken those profound images buried in memory.

"That day..." Lennox took a deep breath. He really didn't want to talk about that memory because it would remind him of those old guys in Soviet uniforms. That was their last time burning, and in the end Lancer helped them get the final honor, which moved a group of soldiers who were similar to Lennox and had fought with these old soldiers who volunteered to become cannon fodder.

So as Lennox narrated indifferently, they had just withdrawn from a position that day, and the Decepticon Air Force in the sky poured a huge amount of explosives and energy beams behind them (in fact, some of the explosives were dropped by Chkalov's fleet, but here they were counted on the Decepticons, after all, they were only seen flying around in the sky).

However, these explosions were not able to completely stop the Skrulls' pursuit. In order to avoid the artillery fire from the tanks pursuing them from behind, their pickup trucks had to twist into a knot on the road that was already full of bullet holes. But even so, they still had to watch in despair as a spot of light directly blew off half of the front of their car. If the driver hadn't been quick enough to crash it into the tree, they would have been finished!

"Lie down..." Then a cold female voice reached the ears of them who had fallen to the ground. This command was not difficult to do, because everyone had already fallen in the mud, and it was a bit difficult for them to stand up.

Then, they could not hear anything, because the excessive roar overwhelmed their eardrums, and they could not hear anything except tinnitus. Lennox struggled to raise his head to see what happened. What he saw was countless explosions on the ground. The smoke and dust from the countless explosions were like the ferocious mouths of some beasts, swallowing everything within Lennox's sight!

"...In other words." Lei Lao Hu smacked his lips and broke away from the scene described by Lennox. Just imagining this scene was enough to make his head hurt. What the hell was the overwhelming explosion? Finally, he curled his lips and said, "It's not that we don't want to do it, but we are not worthy of it."

"It's indeed unworthy..." Saint Martin played with the wine glass in his hand, poured all the wine into his mouth, took out his mobile phone, the latest model of Apple phone, clicked and searched on it, and put it on the table, "This is what my comrade-in-arms sent us. It is said that it is a picture of our commander-in-chief fighting in person."

"Him? He can still go to the battlefield? Isn't it said that he can only reach the level of new recruits?" A Brazilian non-commissioned officer said in disbelief. He had never seen such a high-ranking person go to the front line in person, and from what San Martin said, it seemed that their commander was very strong.

This aroused everyone's curiosity, and they all looked at the small fruit phone on the table. The picture played on it was not very clear, but it was enough for everyone to see clearly what was happening. Several figures were moving around between the narrow buildings.

"You may be right, but they can use equipment!" San Martin enlarged the screen of his mobile phone. This was a bird's-eye view, a picture recorded by a high-definition spy satellite. It was nothing more than an April Fool's Day wasteful act of shooting one person at a time.

"Abomination?! This mobility is so scary... Shit, what's that in his hand?" Hunter looked at the tragic fate of the T72 with a confused look on his face. What is this? Seeing a steel behemoth that would definitely make them gasp on the battlefield, he just flattened it and made it round so easily? ! "Oh, great, it turned into a pile of metal fragments. Tell me this is the general."

"Yes, I heard that it was because of this thing that he established the ridiculous organization of the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Command... and that's why we can sit together and drink, right, Joseph? Your nickname is not Ice Point, but Snow Wolf, right, Major of the Signal Flag." Lennox looked at the man in front of him and took a deep breath. "We met in the town. I helped you press on the wounds of your team members. Remember?"

"No, you should be talking about my brother. My nickname is Freezing Point. My brother is actually from the GRU, but he was just operating with the Signal Flag at the time. He is now lying in the hospital. If nothing unexpected happens, he will not be able to land for half a year, and he will most likely have to retire after that." Freezing Point looked at Lennox with some surprise, "I'm glad to meet someone who fought side by side with my brother."

"Really? Wish him good luck." Lennox looked at him twice and didn't say anything. After all, he did seem younger, but that didn't matter. Now everyone was at least in the same trench.

"By the way, Lei Lao Hu, I heard that your neighbors are coming soon." At this time, Martin, who is usually the most well-informed person in the base, suddenly said something to Lei Lao Hu beside him while putting away his mobile phone.

"Neighbors? The ones in the south or the north? Or the ones in the east sea?" Lei Laohu rolled his eyes, with an almost undisguised tone of contempt in his words. The two old squad leaders in front had beaten him, and the one in the sea had no chance. If there was a chance! Hey! Isn't this an itch! If I don't arrange everything for you today, you will be taken to extra training by the military district when you go home.

"Well..." Martin was about to say something when their phones all started ringing. "It looks like our good days are over!"

"Emergency assembly! All members of the Expeditionary Special Operations Command, vacation is over, return to base! Assemble for battle in twenty minutes!" The highest-ranking officer present

Lennox shouted loudly, because this was an official order from the command center, "This is not an exercise! It's a combat mission."

After everyone threw some dollars on the table, many of them rushed out of the few bars in this small town swearing. After all, since they gathered at this base to carry out this high-intensity confrontation exercise and training, there were a few hours every afternoon when they could hang out in the town, but they could not cause trouble. If they did, they would take a day off and practice more instead. This kind of relaxed and tense training did not make them feel too stressed, so they were in good spirits.

The soldiers did not bother to identify their own vehicles, but jumped into the nearest military Humvee, and when the driver's seat was full, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out. The people present were all well-trained veterans, and before the waiter had time to run out from the bar when they heard the noise, the thirty or forty soldiers in the room had already run away.

"Martin, ask your guys in the base what happened." Lennox picked up the intercom and called Martin. From the contact he had made over the past few days, he found this guy to be the most thoughtful. He must have left people in the base, so he should know something about the situation.

"A plane landed, it came from Ukraine. I don't know who it was, and it shouldn't have anything to do with this guy. Another thing was that the day before yesterday, two SHIELD people came to the base. According to the people in the base, it seemed that they heard that it was a formal request for support from SHIELD." Martin really got the news, and a reply came through the communicator very soon.

"SHIELD? These guys!" Lennox frowned immediately. He pinched the communicator in his hand and said, "Pay attention to whatever happens later. You should have heard of SHIELD in Ukraine..."

"Are you trying to talk about how NATO troops almost came to blows with SHIELD's Ukrainian deployment personnel, or about the discovery of a lot of Skrulls among them?" Hunter squinted his eyes, looking at the base that was getting closer and closer, his eyes a little vague, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

"Anyway, it's fine to be careful. Just don't discuss this in the military public channel next time, you idiots... Now I'm embarrassed, so I've made an appointment for you to do a 3-kilometer armed cross-country training course tomorrow morning."

"Um... yes, General Lancer."

2-151 First Encounter with Hammer

"M4 will establish a defensive position on the northwest side and arrange the deployment according to the field combat environment. I want three sniper positions at this position and this position. The surveillance team will be arranged separately, with at least two concealed heavy firepower points. The combat vehicles will park in the depression 500 meters away in a while. All defense facilities will be dug for me according to the highest-level field combat system. Three to four patrol groups will be arranged in the nearby town. Don't ask me why, this hammer MD is a huge trouble." Lancer quickly gave orders to 95 beside him, and felt a little helpless when he saw the happy gathering of his American fellow countrymen in front of him.

When faced with the unknown, humans either worship it as a god with fear, or they just do it like this without taking it seriously and then die suddenly! So the former one seems to be a safer choice, at least it won't die immediately.

"No matter how you disperse them, they may not listen to you." Coulson looked at Lancer with a serious face. When he found Lancer, the other party didn't seem to care much and sent the photo to Megatron. Then after a while, his face became very ugly. He directly ordered with his own authority to sound the alarm of the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Command, and then mobilized a large force.

"Then use fear to disperse them." Lancer looked back at the wives of the AR team who were already on the ship in chemical protective suits, nodded, and the girls simply walked over. Lancer did not wait for the special forces to assemble, but brought the girls over in advance. On the way, Lancer asked the AR team to put on chemical protective suits directly. His wives were more obedient and would be better at performing his will.

This group of people who were originally cheering saw Lancer and his team stop the car in the distance. A team of soldiers in military uniforms and black combat uniforms all hid far away on the side and did not come forward, nor did they warn or say anything. This unusual behavior attracted the attention of all of them.

Then now a group of soldiers who looked short, wearing chemical protective suits, came towards the place where they were happily doing things.

"Oh! This is a big joke!" An old man who had just put the towing rope behind his pickup truck on the hammer lifted up his cowboy hat and said speechlessly that things had gotten serious. After all, according to the style of the American government they were familiar with, they should have come up and driven them away directly. Then they protested, and then both sides made a fuss for a while, and they finally left. In the end, everyone cursed the American government together in the pub.

"Spread out to the left and right wings, pretending to surround them." Lanser turned his head and said to the soldiers around him. The soldiers nodded and began to deploy. The soldiers quickly began to block the passage in the posture of combat teams.

After seeing this reaction from the other side, many of these peace-loving American civilians have begun to back off, and many of them started walking towards their cars. They just came here to have fun, but there would be no point in saying this if it would get them into a lawsuit.

But what finally made them decide to flee immediately was not anything else, but the team of people wearing chemical protective suits.

He took out a series of incomprehensible things and spread them out seriously. Then, as if doing an experiment, he carefully sprayed some liquid on them with a spray bottle, then dipped a little with a cotton swab and put it into a reagent tube. The cotton swab immediately emitted a purple reaction.

"Sir, purple." Of course, he had to act in full, so M4 picked up the communicator and reported truthfully to Lancer.

"Measure the radiation index." Lancer didn't waste any words and directly signaled M4 to proceed to the next step.

M4 took out a Geiger counter from his side pocket and just turned on the switch, and the thing started to scream like a ghost.

As the saying goes: When the Geiger goes off, all the efforts of parents are in vain. The faces of the rednecks present all turned very ugly in an instant. Most of them began to leave the scene silently and ran towards the vehicles not far away.

"The normal index is more than 3 times. Do we need to report it to the Central Administration?" M4 calmly took off the tow rope hung by the old man from the hammer handle. The old man didn't hesitate to step on the accelerator and ran away. The Geiger counter was ringing. Why was he still there? Was he exposed to radiation? As Americans who had experienced the Cold War, although they were not very clear about what nuclear radiation meant, they all knew that this thing was not a joke!

"That's a good idea. I'll try it next time. Is there really radiation on this thing?" Coulson blinked as he watched his fellow villagers scatter. In the past, when he was on duty, he had encountered many people who knew nothing about the legal provisions and the authority of powerful agencies, but still insisted on asserting their various weird "rights", and the most common one was the so-called "citizen's right to know"...

"Next time I'll give you one. Just press and hold two buttons lightly, an alarm will sound, and the preset index will be displayed." Lanser shrugged. This little thing was simply a toy that SOPII had made before. There were many similar ones, but it just happened to come in handy today.

"Thanks, both." Sitwell rolled his eyes at Lancer. You only remember to ask me to work overtime? ! Bastard!

"Well, I'm not sure if there is one, but it doesn't matter, we can just get another one." Lanser looked at most of his fellow villagers who had already walked away, turned around and clapped his hands, "Set up a cordon, a guard every five steps and a sentry every ten steps, I don't want any mistakes. This thing is too big, if we get it wrong, we may have to face a real interstellar war."

"Ha..." Sitwell and Coulson looked at each other, their eyes full of frustration. They didn't know what to say. After all, this hammer was one of the proofs of identity of a super hegemonic king under the starry sky! Or the one that was the heir to the throne! If something went wrong, no one knew what to do about the responsibility.

"Megatron is on his way here. It just so happens that all the top elites from various countries in Ukraine have already been rotated. The only ones left are these unlucky guys who were transferred here from the base." Lancer shook his head and walked over. "Since you found me, can we do a joint research?"

"Of course you can, but... do you know where to start?" Looking at Lancer's confident look, Coulson said hesitantly.

"Hmm..." Lancer stared at the hammer and stretched out her hand for a moment. As she touched it, the surface of the hammer immediately burst into a large area of ​​electric light flashing. "Is there a possibility?" Lancer looked back at the two people behind him. I might really know someone who knows magic. "Lancer smiled and motioned Chkalov and Tiancheng to come over. "See if you need anything, let these two SHIELD people do it. Also, let Shockwave come over and bring an energy absorption device. Such a violent thing is just right for making energy blocks."

"Okay!" Chkalov looked at the shiny new hammer in front of her with a smile on her face, her eyes narrowed. Isn't it just magic? Although she is not very proficient in it, she can be considered to know a thing or two. Tiancheng next to her is good at sorcery, so she can also apply it to other things.

"Should we notify Stark and Doom? They seem to be very busy too." Tiancheng tilted her head. She was not willing to study this thing. Chkalov alone was enough. However, she suddenly thought of two people who might be very interested. Besides, this could be considered a favor. Even if she could only get a batch of melta guns for free from Doom, it would be good.

"Well, inform them to contact the engineering corps at the base and prepare to build a defense system, both for the inside and the outside." Lancer didn't think much about it. This thing was not that easy to study, and the real owner of this thing would appear soon, so Lancer didn't think Stark and his team would be able to figure out anything. "Let Explosion help and send them back."

"Okay!" Tiancheng took out his cell phone and started typing. As Lancer's strategist, Tiancheng naturally had the contact information of these relatively important people, including most of the senior executives of the Corporate Alliance. Although Anaheim was one of the tough guys in the Corporate Alliance, he was undoubtedly one of them. These contact information were just a drop in the bucket.

"What do you think of this thing after you see it in detail? Is it possible..." Sitwell looked at Lancer. After returning from Ukraine, because he did make a lot of contributions, Sitwell's status in SHIELD after the purge has been rising.

Although Sitwell didn't say it, and Coulson didn't say it, he and Coulson, and even Blue

Serdu knew very well that Sitwell died while evaluating Coulson, because of Coulson's excellent business ability, even Pierce could not ignore it. After all, talent is the most important link for any organization or institution. The only problem now is that Coulson is a loyal fan of Captain America, and it is well known that one of Captain America and Hydra must die.

"No, no, not at all. Stop your wild thoughts. If Megatron didn't fool me, Asgard can boil the oceans of the Earth if necessary." Lancer looked back at Sitwell. "If you still have a little bit of common sense, you should know that what we have to do now is to keep this thing well and wait for its owner to come. At most, we can do a little research in the process and use it as a customs clearance fee, but as for the ownership of this thing..."

"We won't make any changes, is that what you mean?" Coulson frowned. Lancer's meaning was very clear, and it had already been reported. The five good men who were already overwhelmed by the Skrulls had no interest in really fighting an interstellar war that was bound to be lost, so Lancer's handling opinion was passed unanimously. This was also the reason why Lancer could mobilize special forces soldiers from various countries so naturally.

"Yes."

"Understood. Then we just have to wait for the engineers to enter the scene."

2-152 Stark and Doom

"Wow! Big guy, are you also interested in this hammer?" Stark flew out from the space shuttle transformed by Storm. He looked at Megatron who arrived on the ground early with surprise.

"Hmph, the weight of a kingship. I'm surprised to see this on Earth. You guys are in so much trouble." Megatron didn't have a good temper towards Stark. After testing the combat power of Lancer's newly awakened Wanderer team, he was relatively satisfied, but he still told Lancer not to waste his accumulated spiritual power casually. He should play big in the future! There's no rush for this level.

"Interesting magic pattern, I seem to have seen it somewhere." Doom ignored Stark and had no interest in getting along well with Megatron. Megatron had just tried it, but the hammer didn't give him any face at all, and the results were exactly the same as the results of many people's experiments, which made Megatron feel a little unhappy.

This time, Lancer did not let his wives do useless work, but if others wanted to embarrass themselves, he would not stop them. Anyway, this thing was destined to be something that only one person could pull up, and others simply could not do it. Odin was watching him like this, and there was no second choice.

"Myths and legends are from Northern Europe, can they be matched?" Lancer raised his eyebrows. Stark didn't say much to Megatron. He was not a stranger to Megatron, and even helped him solve some problems afterwards. So Megatron and Stark didn't fight over a few words, so Lancer just ignored their polite greetings.

However, the bigger reason for not taking them seriously was that Stark and Doom immediately came to Chkalov's side and began to read the information in Chkalov's hand.

All the equipment Chkalov used was brought by himself, so they could not be said to be very advanced, and what they could detect was relatively limited. But even so, this first-hand data made Stark and Doom take it very seriously.

"The mass of this thing isn't that much?!" Stark looked at the hammer doubtfully. The hammer was naturally not that heavy. In the original story, Thor, who was still the God of Hammer at the time, threw the hammer on the glass table and crushed the table.

"Very interesting!" Chkalov looked at the panel in his hand. "According to estimates, that thing may only weigh a few dozen kilograms, which is undoubtedly not very heavy, but..." Chkalov pointed at Megatron next to him, "His grabbing force is measured in tons."

"Magic equipment." Doom took a quick look at the data. Chkalov even asked the girls of Lancer to calculate the flatness of the ground. The difference between the two might be only a few millimeters. In a sense, this proved the extraordinary nature of this hammer from the side.

"No, it's not as simple as magic equipment... It's the equipment that proves the royal power of a hegemonic empire. Ordinary magic equipment is really not qualified." Lancer narrowed his eyes. Well, Thor's toys. In Lancer's memories, most of the time, he had a very good relationship with this upright god of thunder, so most of the time, Thor's hammer was not broken, and there was no chance to change the axe.

Even a Nephalem gave Thor a one-handed hammer from his box, the Son of Odin, as a gift. Thor liked this hammer very much and even used two hammers at the same time to hit people.

Therefore, Lancer has a deep understanding of this hammer. It can even be said that among all the people present, Lancer must know it best, and maybe even better than the Hammer God.

"First of all, this is a divine weapon. Asgard extracted the core of an extinguished star, forged the shape of this hammer, and then injected a force that seems to be the original power of the universe into the hammer." Lancer squatted down and tapped the hammer gently. Lightning flashed at Lancer's fingertips, but it did not hurt him (except that Lancer's hairstyle became an afro). "Megatron, are the words on these two sides the same?"

"Yes!" Megatron looked at the hammer with a complicated expression. When he saw the hammer for the first time, he immediately

When the man who would become the Archon of the Cybertron Empire went to Asgard, he witnessed the power of the hammer for the first time. "The content written on both sides was the same, 'Whoever is qualified to lift this hammer will gain the power of Thor.'"

"Lift it... and you will gain the power of a god?" Tony Stark looked at the big guy next to him. If he could lift it, Tony Stark would have shown his fangs to greet Megatron who said that.

"What are the conditions?" Doom looked at the hammer, and suddenly there was a hint of eagerness in his eyes. Such impulse was very rare in him.

"We have no chance." Lancer smiled and shook his head, "There are only two ways to get it. One is the recognition of the hammer, and the other is the recognition of Odin." Lancer looked back at the people around him, "We are not pure in heart or just in mind."

"You mean, as long as you pull out the hammer, you will become a..." This time, not to mention Coulson, even Sitwell couldn't hold it anymore. What does this mean? ! Is this the fastest way to become a god?

"Don't think too much. I'm just borrowing the power given by the hammer. I can call upon some power temporarily." Lanser looked at the hammer in front of him. Later, someone was able to pick up the hammer, but Odin had passed away at that time, and the hammer itself was severely damaged. The coercive force belonging to Odin dissipated.

Moreover, Jane Foster at that time had experienced a lot of things, which are not what Jane Foster can do now.

"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight." Lancer looked at Sitwell with a hint of teasing in his eyes. "Don't try any tricks. I don't think you would want to try to be hit in the face by the core of a star."

"..." Doom was silent for a moment, put down the data board in his hand, walked over, reached out and grasped the hammer.

"Come on, man, I'm rooting for you!" Stark, who had tried it before, was happily fanning the flames! "You're a great king, you can do it! Come on! Doom! You can do it!"

"Shut up." Doom tried hard to lift the hammer in front of him, but it was obvious that he might be qualified in the future, but now was not the right time. So after trying several times and finding that it did not move at all, Doom let go of his hand, and at the same time he was certain of one thing in his heart, that sooner or later he would kill Stark!

What do you mean by cheering for him at this time? We are all smart people, is it possible that they can't understand your calculations?

"Why don't you try?" Doom walked back and looked at Chkalov, and finally looked at Lancer. In his opinion, at least in recent times, Lancer's actions deserved a noble evaluation.

"Come on, I'm confident in my abilities." Lanser shook his head. "If you need anything, I'll prepare it for you."

"I'll make a list for you. You go find Pepper and send it over as soon as possible. Also, tell us approximately how much time we have to study this great treasure." Tony Stark patted his forehead and cleared his mind of random thoughts. This was his first official contact with the world of magic, and he was very curious about what kind of insights this would bring him.

"I need something special. But you just need to send me to New York, and I will find a way myself." Doom took a deep breath and moved his fingers, feeling somewhat unwilling. The power of God... maybe it should be enough!

Although he disliked Stark and wanted to kill him with a single shot of melta, he also admitted that Stark was one of the few scientists in the world who could keep up with him! So in terms of technology, Doom only needed to observe Stark's research progress regularly, and he could devote his energy to magic research.

Thinking of this, Doom glanced at Chkalov. In the data just now, he had seen a lot of data that could only be observed with magic. Sure enough, this woman was more knowledgeable than she seemed? For some reason, Doom subconsciously glanced at Stark, and suddenly an idea popped up in his mind, "If Stark had half, no... one-third of Chkalov's virtue, he could spare his life!"

But Doom frowned when he thought of this, wondering if he had been with Stark too much recently, which caused him to have such a strange idea. He simply stopped thinking about it and turned to look at Lancer, "How long can you arrange it for me?"

"There's an Osprey assigned to me at the base, which can take you directly to New York." Lancer looked at Doom. "If you can't wait, you can let Explosion pick you up on the way back, and then parachute yourself." Because Explosion is a space shuttle, it is not easy to accelerate or decelerate. It is impossible to slow down halfway, which is also a huge flaw.

"Okay! Let the Osprey take me back. Ms. Chkalov, can you share these monitoring data with me?" Doom's demeanor is quite good unless he is facing Stark.

"No problem." Chkalov glanced at Lancer and agreed immediately when he saw Lancer nodded. "But the base reconstruction speed is quite fast. You'd better move quickly, otherwise there may be a problem of insufficient reserved space."

"That's not a problem." Lanser shook his head. "After all, we are not going to build a fortress. Time does not allow it."

"Understood. I'll leave now."

"Go and come back quickly. I have a bad feeling that this 'trial' may come sooner than we thought."

2-153 Target Appears

"Commander~The target you are looking for seems to have appeared." Late at night, Amagi was sleeping in Lanser's arms. Her big tail covered him, which was warmer than any quilt. This could be considered a special benefit for the big foxes of the Sakura Empire.

Lanser opened his eyes, and his vision quickly regained clarity. Two hours of meditation before bed had a very good effect. Even though he didn't spend enough time on the surface, it still made Lanser's spirits quite good. So after waking up, Lanser immediately responded, "Who's in the lab?"

"I'm here." Chkalov's voice came from the headset. It seemed that Chkalov also attached great importance to this rare opportunity. After all, there were not many opportunities to study such top-level magic equipment without restraint. In the port area, although there were such powerful equipment, but... you asked other countries to borrow these national treasures for research? It depends on whether they cut it down or not. You're done.

"Are there any changes?" Lancer didn't say much. These days, Chkalov, Stark, and Doom each occupied an area of ​​the inner ring test site and conducted their own research. It can basically be guaranteed that at any time, there is someone present who can observe any changes in the hammer.

"There was an energy burst two hours ago, but it stopped very quickly. It was like a computer being shut down by pressing the shutdown button." Chkalov said simply, and then she looked up at Doom across from her. "Doom, did you find anything?"

"The energy is very strong, so strong that it refreshes people..." Doom moved his palms. When the energy exploded just now, he gathered his magic, went up to try, and was repelled by thunder. Obviously, Doom was a little unwilling to give up the idea of ​​directly giving this hammer divine power.

But judging from the results, Doom did not find much benefit except for a little suffering and an exclamation, "The artifact... is really interesting."

"Did you hear that? That's Doom's evaluation." Chkalov continued. Stark was knocked unconscious by Doom and thrown to sleep. This guy had been awake for more than 60 hours, and was extremely stubborn. He said something like he wanted to break their record and let them know the gap between them.

Chkalov would be dragged away by Lancer, and Chkalov would throw away his notebook and run away. Doom has a very good work and rest habit, basically he would eat something every six to eight hours, take a nap to let his brain empty, and then sleep for about 20 hours if it exceeds 4 hours.

Chkalov and Doom exchanged glances. Chkalov walked over and discussed the hammer's energy waveform with Stark. Then Doom walked over and called Stark. Stark, who was caught off guard, turned around and was hit in the face by a hypnotic spell. He was then dragged to the camp bed nearby by the soldier on duty.