"I hid the power on my body. Thor, if you want power, go find it!" Duval released his hand, losing interest in the hammer, and instead watched the fierce battle between the Abomination Xenomorph and the Deviants Leader.
"This thing, the Deviant that absorbed the Juggernaut, is indeed as I expected, becoming very powerful, but not so powerful that it can't be dealt with, like a sub-Skyfather level," Duval said seriously, watching.
Even though the Abomination Xenomorph has Hulk genes in its body, making it much stronger than the Abomination and with a much higher growth ceiling, it is ultimately not the Hulk himself.
As the battle progressed, the Abomination Xenomorph consistently failed to gain the upper hand, and was getting hit more and more often.
The Deviants Leader has a high IQ. After adapting to the Abomination Xenomorph's power, it began to make targeted counterattacks, immediately increasing its size by a circle. Coupled with the Juggernaut's indestructible ability, it could completely withstand the Abomination Xenomorph's attacks.
It was just that it couldn't match the Abomination Xenomorph in strength, and couldn't defeat the Abomination Xenomorph in a short time, but over time, it would basically win.
"One is not enough, then let's have a gang fight." With Duval's order, several very strong Xenomorphs surrounded him from all directions, all pouncing on the Deviants Leader.
What made the Deviants Leader feel shocked and angry, and even had to divert its attention, was precisely the dozen or so Deviant Xenomorphs that were besieging it!
From these Xenomorphs, whose forms were quite similar to its own, it keenly sensed the aura of its own kind.
The leader let out an angry hiss. Obviously, with its intelligence, it had guessed what was going on, and immediately turned its head, staring at Duval with red glowing eyes.
"That's right, I did it. Your people were able to awaken because of my actions, and being constantly captured is also my doing," Duval said calmly, standing next to Thor.
According to the normal timeline, these guys would have to wait for the Celestial in the Earth's core to awaken, triggering a global earthquake that would shatter the ice of the Alaskan lakes, before they could awaken.
But because of Duval's actions, these Deviants appeared now.
Duval would not reconcile with this group of Deviants who feed on humans. Capturing them alive would be best, but killing them if necessary was the real optimal solution.
The Deviants Leader was extremely angry and let out a sharp cry to the sky.
"You think I don't know you've arranged your people around here? They've met their respective opponents, and it's hard to say who will win," Duval said.
The leader abandoned the Abomination Xenomorph and Thor, and instead wanted to rush over and kill Duval, but was surrounded by the Abomination Xenomorph and the Deviant Xenomorphs.
Whenever the Deviants Leader wanted to do something, more than a dozen extremely powerful Xenomorphs would surround it and launch fierce attacks one after another, with an astonishing frequency and airtight defense, but they were unable to break through its defenses.
Courier Xenomorphs hid in the distance and spewed Strong Acid blood, which made a sizzling sound when it touched the Deviants Leader, but because of the Juggernaut's ability, it failed to truly corrode much flesh.
Under the heavy dark clouds, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.
As soon as many Deviants appeared, they were attacked by the Xenomorphs. The two creatures were engaged in a fierce fight in this wilderness.
Super speed, amazing combat instincts, braving the howling wind, appearing and disappearing in the dimness, using the not-so-complex terrain to fight, sometimes dueling, and sometimes taking the opportunity to attack other enemies when repelled.
The transformation of small tactics reached its peak from the very beginning in this kind of occasion.
Only the occasional sound of tearing flesh and painful hisses showed how cruel this battle was.
From a war perspective, both creatures were extremely excellent, but the difference was that the Xenomorphs were obviously more excellent war weapons, with their entire bodies being weapons for killing, a fusion of extreme violence and beauty.
The Deviants were much worse. They didn't have hard exoskeleton armor, no Inner Jaws and sharp tails, and were more inclined towards energy absorption, but when facing the Xenomorphs wearing "armor," they sometimes seemed helpless.
They had to desperately break the Xenomorphs' exoskeletons before they could absorb them with their flesh strips.
The Xenomorphs were all born as war weapons clad in armor. Every line of their bodies was born to fight to the death, absolute obedience, absolute tacit understanding, no retreat, no fear.
Occasionally, lightning tore through the darkness, and gazes looked here, seeing a shocking scene.
The Xenomorphs either stood upright or crawled, like a well-trained army, silent as iron, coldly and rigidly executing orders. Every attack of any Xenomorph carried a chilling light, cruelly tearing apart the Deviants they faced.
Even more unlucky Deviants faced the siege of multiple Xenomorphs at the same time, hissing and retreating, trying to call other companions to help, but by the time the other companions left their fighting opponents to rush over, it had already been pounced on by several Xenomorphs. After a series of sounds of tearing flesh, its form had turned into countless pieces.
Self-healing? The body was torn into several pieces, just to prevent it from self-healing.
Of course, when facing opponents of the Deviants' level, it was impossible for the Xenomorphs to avoid casualties, especially the weakest Blood Xenomorphs. But even in death, they would use their last strength to tear open their bodies, letting their blood splatter out, achieving the greatest degree of damage.
Deviants were constantly trying to get close to Duval's side, but as soon as they took action, they were always accurately blocked by the Xenomorphs at the first moment.
With Duval's mental link in the defense line distribution, of course there would be no problems. Every Xenomorph was an "eye" that Duval could control.
This quiet and cold combat mode greatly shocked everyone who saw this scene.
Within the range of vision, only the extremely sci-fi Xenomorphs were deeply imprinted in their minds.
"Midgardian, are these the warriors you recruited? What kind of race is this?" Thor was greatly attracted by these efficient and cold creatures.
Logically speaking, other types of Xenomorphs besides the Courier can walk upright on two legs. Unknowing people might think that these Xenomorphs are intelligent races with strange shapes at first glance.
In fact, the Xenomorphs do have extremely high intelligence, but they don't climb the technology tree, but take the path of genetic evolution.
This was the first time Thor had seen a lifeform like the Xenomorph.
"Xenomorphs, my Xenomorphs are working hard to eliminate these rude Deviants, but I'd prefer to capture them alive," Duval said.
Perhaps it was being in close proximity to war that ignited the desire for conquest and destruction in Thor's bones, his voice rising considerably: "No need for prisoners, as long as they are confirmed as enemies, crush them completely on the battlefield!"
Having said that, he stared at the most eye-catching Abomination Xenomorph. Such a machine of violence was most in line with his aesthetic.
"That big guy is strong. When I fought in various worlds, I encountered many who were all show and no substance, but he clearly isn't. You are very lucky to have such a warrior following you. Have you gained the allegiance of this race?"
"Of course, but shouldn't you be picking up your hammer right now, Thunder God?"
"I can do it whenever I want."
Thor couldn't wait to have a great battle, to show these Midgardians the power of a god, especially in front of weapons like the Xenomorphs, who were born purely for combat.
Clang! Thor tried to pick up the hammer, but it didn't budge.
"How could this be?!" Thor was struck by lightning, his face full of disbelief. He tried repeatedly, finally despairing and revealing a miserable smile.
"Is this your punishment for me, Father?"
The long-brewing heavy rain fell instantly, growing heavier and heavier, turning into a torrential downpour, seemingly a response to Thor.
Thor realized that Odin was not joking, he really could only be a mortal now, with no more powerful divine power to ascend to the heavens and plunge into the earth.
Without power, what could he use to deal with these Deviants in front of him? "Don't worry about it." Duval patted Thor on the shoulder. "It's just because you're not strong enough. However, I can give you what you want, young Thor. Do you want power?"
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