"There are a lot of people here!" Spiderman called out to Stellan. "But our reinforcements are here!"
"When are they!" Stellan and Spiderman teleported twice in a row, jumping through the ruins of the battlefield to avoid the pursuit of the people behind them. Stellan had to urge them. "If they come a little later, the reinforcements might have time to collect our bodies …"
But Spiderman did not seem to hear this. He tried to look back and said, "Dr. Stellan, is it really okay to leave that big guy where he is?"
Stellan said helplessly, "He'll be fine even if we die!"
"When will the reinforcements arrive?"
"Ten …"
Stellan's face lit up. "Nine?"
The little spider continued, "Ten minutes! Maybe … I'm not sure … Miss Potts's armor is still being modified urgently; the alien big-breasted guy is in outer space and seems to be sniping the Swallowing Star Emissary coming to Earth; the archer is useless; Frankenstein seems to be planning to trick him into modifying his body; and there's also a Daywalker who has been tricked into modifying … "
"The enemy is already here! The battle has already begun! They're still preparing? "Stellan said angrily.
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The little spider said, "The blind old man of Asgard assured us that the Destroyer can do it. There's no rush. The Destroyer can fight like this for three days and three nights, so Cyclops and Frankenstein discussed taking advantage of the delay to provide emergency modifications for the heroes and make professional modifications based on the data collected on the battlefield."
"So the longer you delay here, the more valuable you are, and the more prepared the reinforcements will be!"
"Sounds reasonable!" Stellan suddenly roared. "Reasonable my ass! Where did they put my life? Why were you kicked out? "
"Frankenstein felt that my chattering was interfering with his experimental ideas, so he sent me down to support him!"
"It's because of that mouth of yours again!" Stellan didn't say anything else. He already understood. Although he didn't know why those people at headquarters, including that one-eyed Nick Fury, were so confident in the Destroyer, at least they were prepared. It wasn't as Stellan thought — the reinforcements at Holy Shield headquarters were already in the hands of the mysterious and unfathomable existence like Chen Ang.
The Destroyer was gradually surrounded by the seven people. Only Ebony Throat and the Zealots led by Casillas chose to chase after Stellan and the others. The others chose to face the strongest. Ebony Throat was afraid of the Destroyer — this thing was his natural nemesis.
"The Destroyer of Asgard!" The Death Blade General's expression was indescribable. "A difficult opponent!"
"Death Blade Raven …" Terchara recited the Destroyer's battle analysis system. The Destroyer could access all the data in Asgard's database, and then analyze it with a powerful battle support system. A qualified weapon not only needed great power, but it also needed great intelligence — no matter which world, the development of weapons was more and more capable of "thinking."
What … What do you think Techala is good for?
To slow down the enemy!
To prevent the Destroyer from being too powerful and accidentally destroying all the enemies! How could Odin and Chen Ang's plan go forward?
"Your soul resides in the war blade in your hand, and you use the object of your soul as a weapon. What kind of operation is that? Are you an idiot? Who can guarantee that the weapon will never break? Who can guarantee that you won't meet an existence that can destroy your weapon … Although it looks quite sturdy. "Terchara immediately saw through the Death Blade's weakness based on the battle analysis system.
From his perspective, the war blade in the Death Blade General's hand was marked red, and it would be targeted during the battle later.
Terchara said this sincerely. Although he had always been described as a brainless chimpanzee by the racists of the Holy Shield, Terchara felt that the tactics he had learned while studying in England were still very useful. There were more mentally retarded aliens, such as the Death Blade he was facing now. Hiding the soul in the war blade was a mysterious operation.
Hiding the soul so that it could be revived after a battle was lost was to avoid this weakness of the body.
But in battle, the weapon would always be targeted first, just like the body. Just look at the fate of those weapons that were claimed to be indestructible — Mewni Meowth, which was claimed to be made from the core of a star and the symbol of the Thunder God, was crushed with his bare hands (more than once), and the Vibranium Shield, which was claimed to be absolutely indestructible, was snatched away and broken in a parallel world (also more than once).
One could not help but shed tears of sympathy for these supposedly indestructible weapons.
The Thunder God had trusted Mewni Meowth a lot at first, but now he wanted to build a dozen so that he could replace them in Asgard at any time!
Was the Death Blade General's war blade really that hard?
But when Terchara pretended to say it, he realized that he could not open his mouth at all. The Asgardians did not install a sound module for the Destroyer. Who would install such a thing on a weapon? They did not have a rigid need to show off.
The Destroyer was as silent as a cold, heartless man made of iron.
It cupped its fists and smashed them down at the Death Blade. The Death Blade was agile beyond imagination, and he easily split the Destroyer's heavy hammer. Ghost Rider loosened the chain around his shoulders and wiped it with his hand. Hellfire was attached to the chain and burned. Then he flung it at the Destroyer, and the chain tied it up.
Ghost Rider's hands burst forth with great strength and pulled the Destroyer down in his direction. The Demon Warlock used magic to turn the ground under the Destroyer's body into a swamp. It was very uncomfortable, and it was difficult for a strong man to exert his strength in the water.
It was obvious that this was a magic player with a brain.
Ghost Rider came up to the Destroyer and roared, "Look into my eyes!"
The Destroyer had no idea that someone would make such a request, so it obediently looked into Ghost Rider's eyes. Ghost Rider's eyes were the eyes of judgment burning with hellfire. He looked into the soul of this sinner — then he saw a burning star. Through the Destroyer's eyes, if it was still an eye, it was actually a hollow visor.
The inside of the Destroyer was actually also a burning star.
Ghost Rider looked directly at the star at super close range — even a masochist wouldn't do this. His dog eyes were almost blinded.
Even the flaming skull couldn't help but wail in pain. Its lower jaw kept opening and closing as if it was howling.
"Someone would actually make such a request …" Techala said in surprise.
The Destroyer really didn't have such things as eyes. The position of his eyes was actually the "window" for the star's radiation rays to attack. What kind of spirit was it to use one's most vulnerable part to block someone else's muzzle?
The Destroyer immediately did as he wished and shot out the sun's breath from its face — a huge tongue of flame that rose from the surface of a planet when a star exploded.
The powerful thermal radiation carried a variety of rays, and the ionization reaction caused a stream of super-fast plasma (charged particles) to shoot out from the stellar atmosphere. An indescribably hot pillar of light pierced through Ghost Rider's head … At this point, everyone thought this guy was dead for sure.
The Demon Warlock felt that they had just started the fight by courting death, and the way they died was too stupid!
Fortunately, Ghost Rider was essentially an angel created by the Messiah — at least its vitality was strong enough. Its skull had melted, and only a section of its cervical vertebrae was flowing with something like magma. The Demon Warlock found that Ghost Rider was only seriously injured and recovering, and wasn't dead.
The Destroyer easily broke the chains binding its body inch by inch. Looking at how relaxed it looked, one could tell that this thing had never trapped it.
Ghost Rider lay at its feet like a dead dog. The Demon Warlock's magic that targeted the soul didn't have much effect on the Destroyer. Water Knight Namor sneered and crossed his arms as he watched from the sidelines. He was simply watching a show. Zheng Shang and Mage Wang fought back and forth, and Mage Wang's melee combat was vigorous and vigorous.
Both of them were descendants of Yan and Huang, and there was always some kinship between them, so their attacks weren't ruthless — they could still fight.
Odin's prediction was right — without a targeted method, it would be very difficult to deal with the Destroyer. Of course, it was more than enough to protect oneself, but to destroy the Destroyer, that was extraordinarily difficult.
Death Blade's situation wasn't looking good either. His blade was a weapon, and it had the function of blocking, but if the weapon needed protection, could it still play its role?
The Destroyer took the opportunity to strike the blade. Its strength was very powerful, even surpassing the current Thanos.
After a few heavy blows, even though the blade's quality was very strong, it was still a little overwhelmed. This made the Death Blade anxious — its soul was hidden inside!
It simply jumped and used its relatively nimble movements to avoid the Destroyer's heavy punches. ,
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