"This was originally my hammer, I should have been able to pick it up..."
"But not anymore, Odin has refused you to lift this weapon." Duval interrupted Thor.
Thor's face was pale, and he was silent, as if he had lost his soul.
"My promise still stands. If you are really willing to do anything to regain your strength, you can come and ask me."
Duval emphasized, "However, the power I will give you is not the same as the Godly Power you wield, but it doesn't conflict. Maybe one day you can pick up this hammer again and regain your Godly Power, then you will have both powers at the same time."
When he said this, his tone was very serious. As long as Thor nodded, he would really pick out the best Facehugger and give it to Thor.
Of course, after that, Thor would have to obey his orders.
Thor at this time had no humility or anything like that, only endless irritability and a worship of violence.
Duval turned to look at the Deviants leader, who was being besieged and was in a flustered state: "See, if you wait a few more minutes and strike when he doesn't want to live, you'll be more likely to succeed. You're too impatient."
It was this kind of chatty tone that completely enraged the Deviants leader.
It became even more frantic, its body covered with all kinds of fleshy tendrils, its sharp claws tearing everywhere. A Xenomorph was too slow to dodge and was disemboweled on the spot.
Whoosh! Several fleshy tendrils stretched out and absorbed the Xenomorph alive.
But that was all it could do. The Xenomorphs' coordination was too tight, always keeping it on its toes, unable to attend to everything. Even if it insisted on killing a Xenomorph, the Abomination Xenomorph would always give it a hard blow at a critical moment, violently interrupting its actions.
After fighting for so long, it had only managed to take care of one Xenomorph.
"How does it taste, eating your own kind?" Duval asked.
Thump! The Deviants leader's eyes widened, and the next second, the Abomination Xenomorph punched it in the head, causing it to feel dizzy.
"The Juggernaut's ability is really strong. This kind of attack can't hurt it. In that case..." Duval's expression changed slightly. At this point, he had tested the leader's level.
With a thought, the surrounding Xenomorphs, at this moment, intentionally or unintentionally, let a few Deviants in.
"Duval, I will organize agents to provide support. We will work together to clear out these Deviants." Coulson's voice was amplified through the loudspeaker.
"I would have believed in your sincerity if you had said that before these Deviants got close to this dilapidated camp."
Duval didn't give Coulson any face, and Coulson didn't need any face at all. He looked calmly at the many screens in front of him.
Some screens were black, having been destroyed in the fighting, but the remaining cameras were enough for Coulson to observe the situation.
He focused on the battles outside the camp, and once again, he watched the Xenomorphs' performance, silent.
Although the scene was bloody, he still felt a strong sense of amazement.
Coulson even imagined in his mind the scene of S.H.I.E.L.D. controlling these creatures. With this power in hand, they could definitely do too many things.
"Clint, organize our agents to use the camp buildings to shoot at the Deviants. If possible, capture a few alive." Coulson gave the order.
Duval was still a helper, and these Deviants were nothing.
Coulson wanted to catch Deviants, and Duval wanted to even more.
In a short while, four Deviants rushed into the camp, and with the sound of gunfire, agents were killed by them one after another.
Whoosh! Hawkeye drew his bow and shot arrows at high speed, hitting the limbs of a Deviant and detonating the bombs on the arrowheads on the spot.
A series of explosions sounded, and he thought he had taken care of a Deviant, but the scene revealed after the smoke cleared quickly surprised him. He saw with his own eyes that the Deviant was trying to repair its broken limbs.
"Everyone, focus fire! We must not give the enemy a chance to heal." Hawkeye said to everyone through the communication device.
No matter how much they tried to stop them, two Deviants still rushed into the camp and came to the leader's side.
"Does Duval really not have the ability to stop these Deviants?" Coulson looked puzzled. According to his understanding of Duval, Duval would not leave such a flaw, especially when the Xenomorphs outside the camp had a numerical advantage against the Deviants.
The Deviants leader stretched out its fleshy tendrils and quickly stabbed them into the bodies of the two Deviants, transferring a large amount of energy to strengthen these two underlings.
The bodies of the two ordinary Deviants rapidly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their physical strength also increased crazily.
"That's right." Duval nodded secretly.
As the leader, it had the ability to distribute its power to its subordinates, but likewise, distributing power meant weakening itself.
Using an overwhelming offensive and the Abomination Xenomorph's precise strikes to force the Deviants leader to expend power to cultivate its underlings was the temporary tactic Duval had devised.
There was no other way. Otherwise, even if he used all means, he would not be able to break through this thing's defense, let alone find an opportunity to send out a Facehugger to parasitize it.
The weaker the leader, the higher Duval's chances.
"Only letting in two Deviants is still a bit risky, but if I let in two more..."
Duval calculated quickly, able to observe the entire situation through all the Xenomorphs and perform precise micro-operations.
A Deviant, enhanced with powerful defense, locked onto Duval and charged.
Its wide-open mouth was about to crush Duval's neck.
Duval glanced at Thor beside him, confirming that this distraught fellow had no intention of dodging, his heart as good as dead. He took action himself, turning his face to avoid the Deviant's attack, raising his hand and sticking two fingers into its eye sockets, gouging the eyes out.
"Some people always think I'm weak. I'm not a summoner who relies on pets to fight."
Duval shook the filth off his hands, threw the travel bag he had been carrying on his back to the ground, and decided to take action himself.
Just as Duval made his move.
In an unremarkable open space.
Loki quietly watched the great battle.
Seeing Thor in danger, he almost couldn't help but intervene, but he managed to restrain himself.
"This Midgardian is the one who defeated that Eternal? Not entirely useless, but this doesn't explain why Father is so concerned about the Eternals."
Loki was greatly puzzled. He didn't believe that Odin, the King of Gods, would make trouble for no reason. There must be a reason he didn't know.
As for Duval...
"For the sake of saving my idiot brother and being able to lead this fighting group, I'll spare his life."
Loki looked at the Deviant leader with apprehension, then sized up the Abomination Xenomorph, the corners of his mouth curling up again in a charming smile.
The second most powerful mage in the Nine Realms was always full of confidence in himself.
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