The Deviants leader merely raised an arm and slapped Thor away, sending him flying more than ten meters. Its eyes, gleaming with a strange light, were clearly "thinking," as if pondering why this god was so weak.
So weak that the absorbed benefits seemed minimal.
The Deviants leader strode towards Thor.
Thor staggered to his feet, looking down at his chest, which was almost ripped open, and gasped, "Very well, you dare attack the Son of Odin, you have successfully angered me!"
He swung his fist, punching at the Deviants, but the Deviants blocked it with a claw, immediately squeezing, and Thor's palm was instantly crushed.
Truly crushed.
Thor's eyes turned red in an instant, and with his will, the originally clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, with faint, terrifying thunder brewing, but ultimately failing to strike.
Mjolnir also showed no reaction.
Thor would not retreat, even knowing that his chances were slim, he glared with bloodshot eyes, roaring and striking with his other hand.
Pa! The Deviants threw Thor away. After confirming that Thor only had this much ability, it finally felt relieved. Several fleshy tendrils grew from its body, ready to formally absorb Thor.
What would it evolve into after absorbing a god?
Just as the tendrils were about to touch Thor, the Son of Odin, having only recently arrived on Earth and not even touched his hammer, was about to miserably die and be reduced to nutrients.
The clouds in the sky gathered more and more, as gloomy as a deep, dark curtain.
"Come on, the Son of Odin never admits defeat!" Thor roared madly.
Even though the voice in his heart clearly told him that he was about to die, about to die in Midgard.
"Father, Mother, Brother, I may already be..." Such a thought flashed through Thor's mind, and he felt time slow down countless times. He watched as the Deviants' tendrils got closer and closer.
The life energy in his body was uncontrollably leaving him.
"Really, I wanted to see what the Thunder God without his divine power would do, but I didn't expect it to be brute force, but it suits my taste."
A voice rang out, and at the same time, an extremely strong figure, as if jumping from hundreds of meters away, descended from the sky, smashing the Deviants leader into the ground with a bang.
This was just the beginning. Immediately afterwards, a thick, terrifying hand reached out to grab the Deviants leader's neck, pulling it out and throwing it away. With an explosive leap, a heavy punch landed on its face.
The attack in that short moment was simply as swift and violent as a storm.
Thor drooped his useless hand, enduring the severe pain, and stared in astonishment at the creature that was pressing the Deviants leader in fierce combat, a creature that was extremely similar to the Deviants.
"Don't worry, although the enemy is strong, my dispatched warrior won't lose in a short time. Let it take this opportunity to relax, otherwise, always staying by my side, it won't even have a chance to practice freely."
Duval walked over, carrying an exaggeratedly large travel bag. His posture didn't seem like he was here to fight, but rather to vacation: "This area is really hot, very annoying, don't you think, Son of Odin? You're sweating."
Thor was completely dumbfounded. He had never met such a person before, barging in at a critical moment of life and death, and then saying things that had nothing to do with the battle—discussing the weather. Was this a traditional Midgard conversation technique?
Thor steadied himself, feeling the weakness in his body, and after a moment of silence, he shifted his gaze, stubbornly looking at his hammer.
No matter who came to kill him, who came to help him, as long as he could retrieve his hammer, he would still be the Thunder God!
But just as Thor was about to stagger forward, Duval had already acted. He stood in front of the Thunder God's Hammer, reached out and placed his hand on it. There was no accident or discomfort, everything seemed extremely natural.
Thor was stunned.
Coulson, watching this scene through the camera, and Hawkeye, who was 0.1 seconds away from firing an arrow at the Deviants, were both silent.
"Sir?"
"Don't move, keep watching, see if Duval can pick it up." Coulson hesitated for a moment before giving the order.
"My hammer..."
Thor opened his mouth, his face flushed: "That's my hammer!"
"What's wrong with me touching it? It's not like I'm touching your woman, I just want to try."
Duval was very dissatisfied. I saved your life, even if I don't know if Odin and the others would have intervened at a critical moment, but I at least really took action. What's wrong with me touching your hammer? "Hiss!"
The Deviants leader grabbed the Abomination Xenomorph's legs, overturning it. Taking the opportunity, it ran back quickly on all fours, as expected, Thor was more attractive to it.
Its running was powerful and heavy, but just as it was about to reach Duval and Thor, with only the last two meters left, the Abomination Xenomorph killed it on time, grabbing the Deviants leader's shoulders from behind, and slamming its head with the other hand.
Each blow was more exaggerated than a missile explosion, erupting with explosive shockwaves, shaking the surrounding air with visible ripples.
If ordinary people were in this environment, the best outcome would be shattered eardrums and damaged internal organs.
The two monsters engaged in another round of fierce fighting, punch after punch hitting flesh, the ground shaking violently, dust flying.
The Deviants leader was clearly extremely shocked by the appearance of the Abomination Xenomorph. During the close combat, it continuously extended its tendrils, trying to absorb the Abomination Xenomorph's life and genes, but each time, it was keenly detected by the Abomination Xenomorph and interrupted on the spot with a punch.
But even at such close range, Thor's tension all stemmed from Duval alone, and the hammer Duval was holding.
*Rumble!*
A bolt of lightning tore through the dim sky, followed by deafening thunder, as if a god was angry, or sensed what was about to happen.
Thor nervously stopped breathing. This man had saved his life and seemed very familiar with him and Mjolnir. Could it really be possible...
Duval's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly exerted force on the hammer, pulling upwards! Thor's heart skipped a beat, and then he saw in horror...
Nothing happened.
The hammer seemed to be rooted in the earth, not moving at all.
Duval tried again, and after confirming that he really didn't have the "qualifications" to lift this hammer, he let go, straightened up, and smacked his lips.
"Am I not righteous enough? I clearly silently recited just now that I would capture all the Vampires in the world and feed them to the Xenomorphs. Such a remarkable ideal and wish, can't it show my great side?"
This broken hammer actually doesn't recognize me? Bah, garbage hammer, I don't want it anyway.
But I can let the Xenomorphs try—although Duval wasn't sure if the Xenomorphs under his command could gain the approval of the Thunder God's Hammer itself.
But it doesn't matter if they can't lift it. Duval was originally thinking that if he created some strange existence like a Thunder God Xenomorph, Odin and Thor might be very embarrassed.
Now there's no need to worry about that.
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