Dong!
The dull sound echoed in the Golden Palace and into the hearts of every creature in Asgard.
Hila, who was enjoying a sumptuous lunch on the viewing platform, raised her eyebrows, picked up the napkin on the table, wiped the corners of her mouth, and threw away the napkin, which was said to be woven from unicorn fur and had gorgeous cloud patterns.
She stood up and slowly stretched her hands and feet, a curious look in her eyes. "Interesting. You dare to provoke me after getting the Spear of Eternity. Is it you? Thor. "
With that, she leaped lightly and flew quickly to the Golden Palace.
A moment later, she walked into the Golden Palace and looked at the throne at the end of the straight passage. "It really is you, my little brother."
Thor imitated Odin's posture, leaning against the throne with one hand on the armrest and the other holding the Spear of Eternity.
He looked at Hila, who was slowly approaching from the corner of his eye. "I thought you were at least an Asgardian."
"You're wrong. I'm Asgard." A mocking smile appeared on Hila's lips. "And you guys are just parasites on Asgard."
Thor wasn't angry. "So, not only did you kill all the guards, but you also captured civilians and interrogated them, just to find the key to the Rainbow Bridge and continue your journey of slaughter?"
Hila approached step by step. "Yes, are you angry?"
Thor turned his head. "No, you make me feel disgusted. Father's biggest mistake was to give birth to a freak like you, and the right thing to do was to imprison you. "
Hila's face finally darkened.
She didn't care that Thor called her a freak. There was no sibling relationship between the two of them.
What she was angry about was that Thor actually used her imprisonment to slap her in the face.
That was because she was really imprisoned.
"Very good." Taking a deep breath, she wiped her hands from her hair.
Her originally loose black hair was covered by a greenish-black helmet with antlers, and her hands were stretched out diagonally to both sides of her body.
With a clang, two greenish-black longswords popped out of her hands. "Pay for your arrogant words, little brother."
Her figure flashed, and she appeared in front of the throne, slashing at Thor's head.
Clang!
The Spear of Eternity turned from vertical to horizontal, blocking the sword, and then swept violently.
Hila blocked with her other sword, and the spear swept her leg a few steps back.
Thor stood up and pointed his gun at her. "It seems that you're not strong enough, Hila."
Hila twirled the swords with both hands, letting them dance in circles. "I hope you can still be so stubborn when I step on you."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pounced on Thor again, her two-handed swords slashing at him like a storm.
Thor was not to be outdone. He brandished his golden spear and clashed with the sword.
Amidst the clanging of swords and spears, the two siblings fought in front of their father's throne.
The difference was that Hila simply enjoyed the battle and watched Thor slowly lose.
She loved to see her enemies turn from strong and brave to fearful and desperate. In the end, they could only beg for her forgiveness in a weak, helpless and pitiful manner.
The taste of death and despair was simply too wonderful.
Hila, who was addicted to torturing her little brother, did not know that the defensive measures of the Golden Palace had already been activated, cutting off all communication between the inside and outside.
Outside, the level-1 clone, who had been here for a month, put on the V-vest that he hadn't used in a long time and launched a frenzied attack on the skeleton soldiers.
Along with him were the floating turrets, which always maintained a number of a hundred.
The skeleton soldiers did not receive new orders from Hila, and they were gradually attracted by the fierce firepower of the level-1 clone.
The emergency evacuation order was issued after the Golden Palace was closed, and the people of Asgard heard Thor's voice go straight into their minds.
The voice was like a repeater, repeating the evacuation method over and over again, so that everyone knew what to do.
They all left their homes and buildings that they had been trapped in for many days and rushed to the nearest evacuation point.
Hundreds of invisible spaceships began to enter Asgard, but there were no alarms.
The giant wolf Fenrir, who was napping in the central square of the city, raised its head vigilantly, its dark green eyes scanning the surroundings, and its ears twitching slightly.
The fool who had just popped his head out was already surrounded by skeleton soldiers, and it was too lazy to care.
At this moment, the sound of many people moving could be heard. This was not something that Hila would allow.
Although these people were all weak, it had to take action.
Shaking its body, it strode toward the area where the most people were gathered.
Under the surveillance of the drones, the level-1 clone, V, immediately sensed this "big boss guard."
In the previous battle, he had deliberately chosen to be near this damn dog because he wanted to attract it as well.
In the end, this damn dog was even lazier than Gold Nugget. It just turned its head for a glance, then put down its head and went back to napping.
Letting the floating turrets continue to attract the skeleton soldiers, V soared into the sky.
Just as Fenrir was two hundred meters away from a group of Asgardians who were gathering, it suddenly felt its butt heat up, and something kept drilling into its body from behind.
Then, the muffled sound of a gunshot reached its ears.
Fenrir shook its uncomfortable dolphin, and its dark green eyes seemed to be burning.
Although it had been resurrected and was already considered a half-undead creature, having a bunch of high-explosive bullets shot into its butt wasn't comfortable.
It felt like an ordinary person squatting on the toilet after eating too much chili.
The level-1 clone was unmoved, and the special cannon in its hand continued to fire. It didn't forget to complain inwardly: It's one thing to be lazy, but it's also so f * cking ugly! It's not cute at all.
Compared to his dog head's golden fur and simple and honest expression, the dog in front of him was covered in black and gray fur. It looked very dirty.
Coupled with its dark green eyes and ferocious expression, it wasn't cute at all.
You have the nerve to be a dog with this kind of appearance? Lu Ze cursed inwardly, and decisively sprayed the ugly dog's face with special alloy bullets.
Fenrir's old face felt numb and itchy, and it couldn't help but fly into a rage as it howled at the sky. "Awoo …"
A series of bullets immediately flew toward its mouth.
Fenrir subconsciously closed its mouth, and the second half of its howl turned into a pitiful "Woo?!"
The level-1 clone hovered dozens of meters away from it, and the cannon in its hand temporarily stopped firing as it mocked, "Body like a mountain, mouth swallowing the sun and moon? That's it? "
Fenrir was stunned for a moment, and then understood. Why was it afraid of bullets?! It was purely distracted by the discomfort in its butt.
After a moment of realization, it flew into a rage out of humiliation.
The green light in its eyes seemed to burn, and it fluctuated violently. Its four limbs fiercely stomped on the ground, and it opened its mouth, pouncing straight at the level-1 clone floating in the air.
A huge suction force gushed out from its mouth and enveloped the level-1 clone. The black cloak behind it roared and rolled forward.
The clone itself was also swept forward along with the cloak.
The level-1 clone tilted its head and stared at the huge abyssal mouth. "If I don't enter hell, who will?"
Before its voice fell, its body accelerated and rushed toward Fenrir's big mouth.
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