radicalducati Chapter 281 When I get involved, I'll beat you all up!
Chapter 281 When I get involved, I'll beat you all up!
The show begins
The battle continues.
The current battlefield is not as one-sided as everyone predicted.
Neither the giant snake Kur overpowered Thor and his companions, nor did Thor and his companions overpower Kur.
Instead, it presented a strange and stalemate.
The general situation of the battle between the two sides was as follows:
The serpent Kur casually slapped Thor from the main universe away with a hammer, then used a little magic to knock down the advancing Thor from the cinematic universe. Finally, by fighting with all his might, or by relying on the two living meat shields beside him, he forced Rune King to be unable to fight at full strength and was forced into a bitter battle.
All I can say is that a negative one, plus a zero, plus a one, really equals the one that Orochi has.
However, neither the Serpent, who was being beaten, nor the always cheerful and prideful Thor, pointed out this fact.
The three Thors are undoubtedly the most powerful Viking warriors.
But the shame of Thor in the main universe, the embarrassment of Thor in the MCU universe, and the helplessness of Rune King—
Neither of them took the initiative to break the awkward situation. Instead, they stubbornly continued to wear down their opponent in their current manner, hoping to successfully wear them down in this endless war of attrition.
It's three against one!
It's "the advantage is in my hands" again.
The word suddenly popped into Hanlu's mind again.
Wait a minute—how many times has the "advantage been in my hands" now?
Thinking back to how I always seemed to have been involved in group fights in the past, only to end up getting crushed in every single one—
And they always seem to completely dominate us—
He always felt uneasy.
His brow furrowed slightly, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on his knee.
Loki seemed to have figured something out as well.
He stood beside Hanlu, his hands behind his back, his green eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze fixed on the figure on the battlefield who was surrounded by three Thors but never fell.
"If this continues, they're at a huge disadvantage." Loki's voice was deep and clear, each word sounding as if it had been carefully calculated before being uttered. "This giant serpent, Kur, can draw power from the fear that humans have of it."
A war of attrition offers us no advantage whatsoever; on the contrary, it will only drag our usually high-spirited Rune King into a slump.
He paused, then gently shook his head.
Indeed, with these two idiots causing trouble, the situation that Rune King could have easily suppressed was turned into a stalemate.
It's so embarrassing.
And this was accompanied by the opponent's unstable state of mind, as well as Orochi's various skillful magical attacks—
If this is not stopped, Rune King might become the first single universe to be killed by a god weaker than himself.
Oh wait, there's something else—planet devourers, right?
Hanlu suddenly smiled.
The smile was very light and faint, like ripples on the surface of a lake caused by a breeze.
He relaxed his body, leaned back against the ruins behind him, and put his hands behind his head. He crossed his legs.
"Relax, it's no big deal." His tone was as casual as if he were talking about what to have for dinner. "Besides, I've always loved playing group fights."
If you can't win, it just means you didn't call in enough people—so now—"
Hanlu smiled, her hand tilted to the side, a rare hint of wicked charm in her expression.
He reached out and patted it gently.
"The show is about to begin."
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In that instant, the world changed color.
A golden-red iron rod shot out from the void, like a javelin thrown by some irresistible force.
It hurtled through the air, moving so fast that the air itself seemed to burn behind it, leaving a trail of blazing white light.
The iron rod spun rapidly in the air, generating wind pressure that blew up all the rubble and debris on the ground, creating a fan-shaped shockwave.
The snake's pupils suddenly contracted.
The target of that iron rod was him!
He suddenly turned to the side, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) flew past his cheek.
A strand of black hair was cut off by the wind from the stick and drifted down.
The iron rod continued forward, smashing heavily onto a pile of ruins in the distance—
"boom--!!!"
A massive shockwave exploded in all directions, completely leveling the ruins and sending debris flying hundreds of meters into the air, creating a spectacular scene reminiscent of a volcanic eruption.
The ground trembled violently, and cracks spread outwards from the point of impact, like a giant spider web.
The giant snake turned its head back, looking somewhat uncertain.
He looked at the rising smoke and dust, at the deep trench several meters deep that had been plowed out by the iron rod, and then slowly turned his head back to look in the direction from which the iron rod had flown.
again.
A formidable rival.
A figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the ruins.
He was dressed in golden chainmail, wearing a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, and his bright red cloak fluttered in the wind.
His pace was neither hurried nor slow, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.
Those golden eyes gleamed with an untamed light in the firelight, and a faint, enigmatic smile played on his lips.
Those golden eyes gleamed with an untamed light in the firelight, and a faint, enigmatic smile played on his lips.
Behind him, a group of Super Soldier Corps members, who were already prepared, filed out one after another.
Lin Lie held the Fuxi Sword in his hand, and the green sword light shone in the darkness;
With his hands clenched tightly and his body slightly lowered, Qi Xuan resembled a cheetah poised to pounce.
Li Feng walked at the very back, his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly sweeping across the entire battlefield.
The elite troops have arrived at the battlefield.
"Ha ha!"
In the cinematic universe, Thor laughed loudly, and then—
Then he was kicked over by the giant snake.
His laughter stopped abruptly, and he rolled twice on the ground, landing face down in a pile of broken bricks, covered in dust. He looked up, his expression clearly saying, "Why did I laugh like that?"
Thor in the main universe did not laugh.
He wielded Thor's hammer, transforming into a bolt of lightning, and instantly appeared before the newly arrived reinforcements.
His gaze swept over the unfamiliar faces, finally settling on the monkey clad in golden armor—
And those faces that were clearly Asian.
Okay, he does seem to have heard Nick Fury or Iron Man say that a group of friends from the East would come to help fight.
It must be them, right?
Thor slammed his hammer, Mjolnir, into the ground, the hammerhead striking the rubble with a dull thud.
He straightened his chest, trying to make himself look less disheveled—though his armor was dented, he had a noticeable bruise on his face, and his hair was studded with pebbles.
"Thank you very much for your help." His voice was loud and sincere, but his next sentence made the air several degrees quieter, "However—aside from this one deity, you may not be able to help."
After he finished speaking, he scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly.
His words were a bit sharp, but there was nothing he could do; he was usually just that straightforward.
No means no.
He admired their courage, but generally speaking, in the entire Avengers, apart from the Hulk who could truly rival him in terms of raw power, he generally felt that Iron Man relied on his brains, and Captain America relied on an unreasonable kind of luck.
After all, the other side always dared to charge in and fight head-on with just a shield, and yet they still managed to win.
This time, however, they couldn't even beat the captain.
Lin Lie raised an eyebrow.
Li Feng's lips twitched slightly.
Shang Qi remained expressionless.
Sun Wukong—that monkey—tilted his head, his golden eyes scanning Thor up and down, then chuckled and said nothing.
"Rest assured, Thor." A calm voice came from behind the Super Soldier Corps.
Hanlu had already stepped down from the high platform of the ruins at some point, her hands in her pockets, her steps unhurried. "Of course we know. That's why we've already chosen a tactic."
His tone was nonchalant, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
The two groups continued talking while ignoring the large snake beside them.
The giant serpent stood not far away, its hand gripping the Heavenly Hammer, veins bulging.
His chest heaved violently, and the green power of fear surged more and more violently around him, like a pot of magma about to boil.
He was furious—he wanted to teach them a lesson and show them what the god of fear was all about!
But unfortunately...
With the two burdens temporarily gone, the remaining Rune King unleashed all his divine power without reservation!
A massive thunderstorm crashed down from the sky, each bolt of lightning as thick as a pillar, illuminating the entire battlefield as if it were daytime.
The thunderstorm wasn't in bursts, but in patches, like a giant net woven from lightning, enveloping the entire serpent.
The giant snake had no choice but to retreat hastily.
He transformed into a wisp of green smoke, passing through the gaps in the lightning net, and reformed several hundred meters away.
His hair was somewhat charred, his armor had several cracks, and his breathing was noticeably more rapid.
"hateful--"
The serpent's voice was squeezed out from between its teeth, carrying an extreme amount of suppressed rage.
His gaze swept over the three Thors, over the group of new reinforcements, and finally settled on the golden monkey and the young man with his hands in his pockets.
"Do you think you're the only ones with allies?" His voice suddenly rose, like some kind of summoning incantation, "I have them too—"
He roared as he stretched out a hand, fingers spread, as if calling for something.
The hand was raised high above the head, and green power of terror surged from the palm, shooting straight into the sky and exploding into a huge green firework.
"Come out!"
Someone, completely without any psychological burden, is standing with Loki.
Hanlu, who had disappeared somewhere again, stood on the high platform of the ruins, leaning slightly forward, her eyes fixed on the grand spectacle below.
The giant snake began to roar.
Luo Ji stood beside Han Lu, his hands in his suit trouser pockets, his head tilted slightly.
He glanced at the giant snake, then at Hanlu, and then nudged the person next to him lightly with his elbow.
"Hmm—" Loki drawled, "He sounds like he's calling you. Do you want to go help him out?"
"what?"
Hanlu put down her phone, looked up, and stared innocently at Loki.
Those eyes were filled with an innocent "What are you saying? I don't understand."
"The problem is, if I really go out, who am I going to fight?" Hanlu blinked. "You guys? Can you even beat me?"
His tone was incredibly innocent and naive.
Loki's brow furrowed noticeably. He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, looking at the guy in front of him with an expression of utter disbelief, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"Fixing matches—can't you do that?"
"Oh—" Hanlu's eyes lit up, as if she had heard some enlightening insight. "You should have said so earlier! Friend, don't worry, it's very easy."
He reached out and pulled out a mask from somewhere, then slapped it onto his face with a clean, decisive motion.
The mask was as thin as a cicada's wing. The moment it touched the skin, it began to deform and merge, becoming one with his face in the blink of an eye.
Clockwise, the original Asian face disappeared, replaced by a more deep-set, more three-dimensional face—
With a high, straight nose, deep blue eyes, and long, silver-white hair cascading over his shoulders, his features were distinct, exuding a heroic and handsome air reminiscent of heroes from Norse mythology.
"From this moment forward—" Hanlu opened his arms, his long white hair fluttering in the wind. His voice deepened, becoming magnetic, with a dramatic solemnity. "Call me Siegfried. I am the man destined to slay dragons!"
Loki looked at the white-haired bastard in front of him.
Although... it's quite pretty.
However, he was certain that this "Siegfried" was definitely not the Siegfried he knew.
He watched this nasty fellow cautiously—
No, it should be said that they swaggered towards the battlefield, their steps as light as if they were going to a party.
That figure gradually blurred in the smoke of battle, eventually merging into the clamor of the battlefield.
Loki could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
To be honest, he increasingly missed the chill of the main universe, rather than this bastard.
He shook his head, sighed, and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.
In the distant sky, there are three Thors, a monkey, a group of warriors, a disguised conman, and an angry god of fear—
The show is getting more and more exciting.
"Interesting," Loki said softly, the curve of his lips finally becoming more genuine.