American Comics: BOSS Invasion

In Muspelheim, Thor, the God of Thunder, sat unceremoniously on the ground, breathing heavily, with the corpse of a fire dragon beside him.

This little cutie, over 150 meters long with a ferocious appearance, had paid the price for being a post-dinner snack.

A hammer had smashed a hole in its head, and green blood splattered everywhere.

This viscous liquid was very peculiar, able to exist in liquid form on the scorching ground.

However, the stench it emitted was unbearable, and even the mighty Thor couldn't help but cover his nose and cough repeatedly.

Thor's clothes were tattered, and he had been here for a long time.

His strong Asgardian physique allowed him to survive in the scorching environment.

But it was definitely a terrible experience.

Even worse was Thor's mood; he couldn't contact Heimdall and was trapped in this world of flames.

Moreover, Surtur looming behind him was also a major problem.

Just as he was worrying, the sound of space tearing suddenly came from behind him.

Thor instantly became alert, reaching his right hand back, and Mjolnir instantly flew into his hand.

In his sight, space was torn apart bit by bit, and two figures slowly walked out.

These two were strangely dressed; one was tall, about two meters, wearing a short top, revealing his solid abs.

"Who are you?" Thor asked instead of answering.

The smaller one nodded, "This answer seems right, it's Thor!"

The larger one's lips curled, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth.

"Who cares if he is or isn't, the coordinates are here, just grab him back."

Thor was startled and raised Mjolnir in his hand.

"What do you want to do?"

"Yammy, recklessness solves nothing. Although he is hostile, he is not our enemy!"

The smaller one was calm; his pale green eyes were like sharp knives, and just staring at Thor gave him an unspeakable pressure.

"I know! This is troublesome. I thought I could have a big fight this time; I wouldn't have come with you if I knew! That kid Kenpachi Zaraki cut me three times last time, and I haven't gotten even yet!"

The smaller one ignored him, looked at Thor, and said indifferently, "I am Ulquiorra Cifer, the Cuarto Espada under the command of the Director of the Wandenreich. I received a request from Heimdall to bring you back to Asgard.

You have one minute to consider, choose to trust us and let us leave, or refuse..."

Before Ulquiorra could finish speaking, Thor couldn't help but say, "You can that? Damn it, I've been waiting for you for so long! Where is Heimdall? Take me to see him quickly!"

Ulquiorra's words were interrupted, and there was not a trace of expression on his face. He quietly waited for Thor to finish speaking before saying, "If that is your answer, then please come with me..."

Bang!

Before Ulquiorra could finish speaking, a huge fist came down from the sky.

Thor raised his hammer upwards and flew directly up.

The huge fist slammed into the ground, directly exploding and stirring up a cloud of dust.

Ulquiorra stood still, his hands always in his pockets, his trench coat swaying in the wind.

His indifferent expression did not change in the slightest, and he did not seem surprised by the sudden attack.

The huge fist slowly retracted, and the smoke and dust were directly torn apart, revealing Yammy's tall figure.

At this time, he was sitting down, slowly retracting his move.

Seeing Thor looking at him vigilantly, Yammy grinned: "I knew I couldn't hold back. There are only a few people who can spar back and forth in Soul Society, it's so boring.

I finally met a God of Thunder this time, how could I let it go!"

"The Archbishop's instructions..."

Ulquiorra just said a word, glanced at Thor's expression and movements, and quickly changed his mind.

"Okay, the other party obviously doesn't trust me anymore. Then we will execute the second plan, forced transport!"

Yammy grinned: "Should have done that sooner!"

Before the words fell, Mjolnir flew over and smashed him directly away.

Thor stretched out a hand, and the hammer flew back into his hand, and just pointed at Ulquiorra, and said: "Too bad, you obviously don't have the strength! And why pretend to be Heimdall to deceive me, what is your purpose?"

Ulquiorra said indifferently: "If I were you, I would never turn my back on Yammy."

"What?"

Bang!

A huge fist attacked, and Thor flew out instantly.

Muspelheim was desolate, surrounded by lava pools and red-hot earth mountains.

Everywhere emitted a suffocating heat.

Thor was blasted out like a cannonball, smashing a small hill, almost smashing out the underground magma.

Yammy didn't give Thor any respite. Despite his large and sturdy build, he was surprisingly fast.

With a flash, he had already caught up with Thor who was flying out, and then smashed down with another punch.

Thor gritted his teeth, crossed his arms across his chest, and just blocked Yammy's fist.

Bang!

Thor instantly smashed into the ground, and gravel splashed.

Ulquiorra flickered and appeared directly next to Thor, hooked two fingers on the edge of his armor, flicked his fingers lightly, and Thor flew out like a cannonball.

In mid-air, a Garganta creaked and cracked open, instantly swallowing Thor.

"Roar!"

Yammy quickly pounced over, but it was still a step too late.

"Damn it! Ulquiorra, why did you steal my prey?" Two white smokes spewed out of Yammy's nostrils, and blue veins bulged on his forehead, showing that he was indeed very angry.

Ulquiorra said calmly: "Thor is the mission target, our mission is not to kill him, but to transport him.

If your hands are itchy, go find Kenpachi Zaraki or me!"

Ulquiorra's pale green eyes swept over, expressionless.

"You..."

Yammy was so angry that he was smoking, but under Ulquiorra's cold gaze, he gradually calmed down. "Really, it's rare to meet someone fun."

"The mission is not a place for you to play!"

Ulquiorra sensed slightly, and said: "Thor's flying speed is very fast, and he will soon reach Asgard.

Mission accomplished! Yammy, retreat!"

Saying that, a Garganta beside him automatically cracked open, Ulquiorra stepped in, and quietly stared at Yammy slightly turning his head.

"Let's go!"

Seeing Ulquiorra's indifferent expression, Yammy scratched his bald head a little depressed, and also stepped into the Garganta.

The Garganta slowly closed and disappeared!