Alien

Chapter 39 Confidence is an Excellent Quality of Heretic Gods
"This was my hammer, I should have been able to pick it up..."

"But not now, Odin refuses you to take up this weapon." Dewar interrupted Thor.

Thor looked miserable, said nothing, and lost his soul.

"My promise is still valid. If you really want to desperately regain your strength, you can come and ask me."

Dua emphasized his tone: "It's just that the power I want to give you is not the same as the divine power you possess, but it doesn't conflict. Maybe one day you can pick up this hammer again and regain the divine power, so that you can have two kinds of power 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 face hugger and give it to Thor.

Afterwards, of course, Thor would follow his orders.

Thor in this period has no modesty and other things at all, only endless irritability and worship of violence.

Dua turned to look at the besieged leader of the mutant clan who was in a hurry: "Look, if you wait a few more minutes and attack him when he doesn't want to live, it will be more likely to succeed. You are too anxious."

It was this chatty tone that completely angered the leader of the mutant race.

It became more and more insane, with all kinds of flesh growing all over its body, a pair of sharp claws tearing around, one alien was disemboweled in no hurry, and was disembowelled on the spot.

Swish!
Several strips of meat stretched out and absorbed the alien alive.

But it can only do so much. The aliens cooperate too closely, and it can always overwhelm it. It can't take care of that. Even if it insists on killing an alien, the abominable alien will always give it a ruthless attack at a critical moment, interrupting its actions violently.

After fighting for a long time, only one alien was solved.

"How does it taste after eating the same people?" Duva asked.

Boom!
The leader of the mutant race stared at him, and the next second he was punched in the head by the abominable alien, feeling dizzy.

"The ability brought by the red tank is really strong. This kind of attack can't hurt it. If this is the case..." Dewar's expression moved slightly. To this extent, he has already tested the level of this leader.

With a heartbeat, the many aliens around, intentionally or unintentionally, missed a few mutants to come in at this moment.

"Dewar, I will organize agents to provide support, and we will work together to clean up these mutants." Coulson's voice was amplified through a loudspeaker.

"As long as you say such things before these mutants approach this dilapidated camp, I will still believe in your sincerity."

Dewar didn't give Coulson any face, and Coulson didn't need face at all. He looked calmly at the many screens in front of him.

Some screens were black and had been destroyed in the fight, but the remaining cameras were enough for Coulson to observe the situation.

He focused on the battles outside the camp. Once again, he watched the performance of the aliens and remained silent.

Although the scene was bloody, he still had a strong sense of amazement.

Coulson even imagined the scene where S.H.I.E.L.D. controls these creatures in his mind. With this power in hand, he can definitely do too many things.

"Clint, organize our agents, rely on the camp building, shoot the mutants, and catch a few alive if possible." Coulson gave the order.

Dewar is still a helper, these mutants are nothing.

Coulson wanted to catch mutants, and Dewar wanted even more.

After a while, four mutant races rushed into the camp, and with the sound of gunfire, agents died one after another at their hands.

call out!
Hawkeye drew his bow and set an arrow, and shot at high speed, hitting a mutant's limb, and detonating the bomb on the arrow on the spot.

A series of explosions sounded, and he thought he had eliminated a mutant race, but he was quickly surprised by the scene revealed after the smoke cleared. He saw the mutant race trying to repair its broken limbs with his own eyes.

"Everyone, set fire! Never give the enemy a chance to heal himself." Hawkeye said to everyone through the communication device.

No matter how hard they tried to stop them, two mutant races rushed into the camp and came to the leader.

"Is Dewar really incapable of blocking these mutant races?" Coulson looked puzzled. According to his understanding of Dewar, Dewar would not leave such a loophole. This is based on the premise that the aliens outside the camp have a numerical advantage when facing the mutant races.

The leader of the mutant race stretched out a strip of meat, quickly pierced into the bodies of the two mutant races, and transmitted a large amount of energy to strengthen the two younger brothers.

The size of the two ordinary mutants swelled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their physical strength was also increasing crazily.

"That's right." Dewar nodded secretly.

As a leader, it has the ability to distribute its own power to its subordinates, but equally, distributing power means weakening its own power.

Using overwhelming offensives and precise strikes that hate aliens, forcing the leader of the mutant race to expend energy to train younger brothers, this is the temporary tactic formulated by Dewar.

There's no way, otherwise, with all his means, he wouldn't be able to break through the defense of this thing, let alone find an opportunity to send the face hugger to parasitize it.

The weaker the boss, the higher the chances of Dewar.

"It's not safe to only put in two mutant races, but if you put in two more..."

Dewar quickly calculated, he can observe the overall situation through all the aliens, and perform micro-management accurately.

A mutant race that had been strengthened and possessed a strong defense aimed at Dewar and rushed over.

With its big mouth open, it was about to crush Dewar's neck.

Dewar glanced at Thor next to him, and confirmed that the distraught guy didn't want to hide at all, and his heart was ashamed, so he shot himself, turned his face to avoid the attack of the mutant race, raised his hand and stretched out two fingers, dug into the opponent's eye socket, and snapped the eyes out.

"Some people always think I'm weak. I'm not a summoner who relies on pets to fight."

Dewar shook off the filth on his hands, threw the travel bag on his back on the ground, and decided to do it himself.

Just when Dewar also made a move.

In an unremarkable vacant lot.

Loki watched the battle quietly.

Seeing that Thor was in danger, he could hardly bear to make a move, but he managed to hold back.

"This Midgardian is the guy who defeated the Eternal Race? It's not useless, but this doesn't explain why father pays so much attention to the Eternal Race."

Loki was puzzled, he didn't believe that God King Odin would find trouble for nothing, there must be a reason he didn't know.

As for Dewar...

"For the sake of saving my idiot brother and being able to lead this fighting group, let him not die."

Loki looked at the leader of the mutant race with apprehension, and then sized up the abominable alien, with a wicked smile on his lips again.

The second mage in the Nine Realms is always full of confidence in himself.

(End of this chapter)