Alien

Chapter 37 Dewar Struggles to Lift the Hammer
The leader of the mutant race just raised his arm, slapped it up, and slapped Thor flying more than ten meters away. His eyes shone with strange luster, and he was obviously "thinking", as if he was wondering why this god is so weak.

Weak to this extent, the absorbed gain does not seem to be large.

The leader of the mutant race stepped forward to Thor.

Thor staggered to his feet, looked down at his almost open chest, and took a breath: "Very good, you dare to attack the son of Odin, you have successfully angered me!!"

He swung his fist and punched the mutant race, but was blocked by the mutant race's paw, and he squeezed it immediately, and Thor's palm was immediately crushed.

It's really crushed.

Thor's eyes turned red instantly, and with his thoughts, the originally clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and there was a faint brewing of terrible thunder, but in the end it still failed to strike.

Thor's Hammer was also unresponsive.

Thor wouldn't back down, even though he knew he was in danger, he stared at his blood-red eyes, roared angrily, and hit him with the other hand.

Snapped!
The mutants threw Thor out. After confirming that Thor only had this ability, they finally felt relieved. Several strips of flesh grew out of their bodies, and they wanted to formally absorb Thor.

After absorbing the gods, what will it evolve into?

Seeing that the strip of meat was about to touch Thor, the son of Odin had just come to Earth not long before he even touched the hammer, and he was about to die aggrieved and turned into nutrients.

The dark clouds in the sky are also gathering more and more, gloomy like a deep black curtain.

"Come on, the son of Odin never admits defeat!!" Thor roared wildly.

Even if the voice in his heart clearly told him that he was about to die, he was going to die in Midgard.

"Father, mother, brother, I may have..." Such a thought flashed through Thor's mind, feeling that time slowed down countless times, and he watched the mutated flesh getting closer and closer to him.

The life energy in the body has left his body uncontrollably.

"Really, I still want to see what Thor, who has lost his divine power, will do. I didn't expect it to be reckless, but it suits my appetite."

A voice sounded, and at the same time, an extremely strong figure seemed to jump over from hundreds of meters away, descending from the sky, and smashed the leader of the mutant race into the ground with a bang.

This was just the beginning. Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his frighteningly thick palm to grab the neck of the leader of the mutant race, pulled him out, threw him into the distance, jumped over explosively, and hit the face with a heavy punch.

The shot in just a split second was as swift and violent as a gust of wind.

Thor drooped his useless hand, endured the severe pain, and stared in amazement at the creature that was pressing down on the leader of the mutant race and fighting fiercely, which was very similar to the mutant race.

"Don't worry, although the enemy is very strong, the fighters I send will not lose in a short period of time, let them take this opportunity to relax, or they will always stay by my side, and they will not even have a chance to practice freely."

Dua walked over, carrying an exaggeratedly large travel bag. His posture didn't look like he was here for a fight, but rather like he was on vacation: "This area is really hot and annoying. What do you think, Son of Odin? You're sweating."

Thor was completely stunned. It was the first time he met such a person, he rushed in at a critical moment, and then said something that had nothing to do with the battle-talking about the weather. Is this the traditional conversation technique of Midgard?

Thor stood firm, feeling the powerlessness coming from his body, fell silent for a moment, looked away, and looked at his hammer stubbornly.

No matter who comes to kill him, who comes to help him, as long as he can get the hammer back, he is still Thor!

But when Thor was about to stagger forward, Dewar had already taken the first step. He stood in front of Thor's Hammer and reached out to touch it. There was no accident or discomfort, and everything seemed extremely natural.

Thor was stunned.

Coulson, who watched this scene through the camera, and Hawkeye, who shot the mutant with an arrow 0.1 seconds away, were silent.

"Sir?"

"Don't move, keep watching and see if Dewar can pick it up." Coulson hesitated and gave an order.

"My hammer..."

Thor opened his mouth, his face flushed red: "That's my hammer!"

"Let me touch what's wrong, it's not your woman, I just want to try."

Dua is very dissatisfied, I saved your life, even if I don't know if Odin and the others will make a move at a critical moment, but I really made a move anyway, what's wrong with touching your hammer?
"Squeak!"

The leader of the mutant race grabbed the legs of the alien-hating alien, turned it over, took the opportunity to get on all fours, and ran back quickly. Sure enough, Thor was more attractive to him.

It was running vigorously, but when it saw that it was in front of Duva and Thor, it was clearly only the last two meters, just a short distance away. The abominable alien killed it on time, grabbed the shoulder of the leader of the mutant race from behind, aimed at the head of the leader of the mutant race with the other hand, and smashed hard.

Every heavy blow was more exaggerated than a missile explosion, and a burst of shock waves erupted, causing ripples visible to the naked eye to appear in the surrounding air.

If ordinary people were in this kind of environment, the better end would be that their eardrums would be shattered and their internal organs damaged.

The two monsters started another round of fierce fighting, punching to the flesh, the ground trembled violently, and dust flew up.

The leader of the mutant race was obviously shocked by the appearance of the alien-hating alien. During the hand-to-hand combat, it kept stretching out its flesh strips, trying to absorb the life and genes of the alien-hating.

But even if he was close at hand, Thor's nervousness all came from Dewar alone and the hammer that Dewar was holding.

Boom!

A thunder and lightning tore through the dark sky, followed by a deafening thunder, as if a god was angry, or had a sense of what was about to happen next.

Thor stopped breathing nervously. This man, who saved his life, looked very familiar with him and Mjolnir, could it really be possible...

Dewar's eyes were fixed, facing the hammer, he suddenly exerted force and pulled it upwards!
Thor's heart stopped for half a beat, and then he was horrified to see...

Nothing happened.

The hammer seemed to be rooted in the ground, motionless.

Dewar tried again, and after confirming that he was really not "qualified" to lift the hammer, he let go of his hand, straightened up, and hit his mouth.

"Am I not honest enough? Just now I was silently thinking about capturing all the vampires in the world to feed the aliens. Such a great ideal and wish, can't it show my great side?"

This broken hammer doesn't recognize it?Bah, trash hammer, don't worry about it.

But you can let the aliens have a try-although Dewar is not sure that the aliens under his command can be recognized by Thor's Hammer itself.

But it doesn't matter if you can't lift it up. Dewar originally thought that Odin and Thor might be embarrassed if there was a strange existence like Thor's Alien.

Don't worry about this now.

(End of this chapter)