The Exorcism Inspector in Marvel World

However, Fandral was still a little unwilling to do so. Drinking wine and having sex with horses would always feel very boring if he didn't bring one or two bad friends with him, so his idea was to go to Hogan. Hogan was not a bad guy. A Sgardian, he comes from a very remote area in the Nine Realms. He is usually taciturn, but he is brave and good at fighting on the battlefield. He is the most skilled in martial arts among the three warriors.

Because he was usually so cool, the Asgardians gave him a nickname - the Cold God of War.

If there was still a choice, Fandral wouldn't want to look for him. Although Vostavo was chubby, he was funny and humorous. When it came to drinking, one person could stand up to ten people. With him, there would be no silence. This big deal Fatty's ability to liven up the atmosphere is superb, but Hogan is on the other extreme. When he attends banquets, he always sits alone in a corner, cutting meat with a knife he wears, drinking, and not saying a word to anyone. He doesn't use the knives and forks prepared by the palace for guests, and he has never heard of any romantic affairs with him. This man's time is three o'clock and one line, getting up, training, and sleeping, more accurately than a robot.

However, this one is at least a living person. Having a wingman is better than not having one. Fandral’s status is here. Each of the three warriors of Asgard is a general who sits on one side, except for Odin, Thor, and Helm. Apart from Dar, the three of them have the highest status. Of course, there is also Sif, a beautiful woman who is on the same level as them, but it is impossible to bring a woman with her for such a thing.

"I'm not going, I want to go back and rest, and I have to get up early for training tomorrow." Hogan was like an ice cube, keeping people away thousands of miles away.

"Uh..." Faced with this cold attitude, Fandal didn't know what to say.

At this moment, Hogan's eyes suddenly widened and he stared into the distance. The other two were also taken aback, and the three of them looked across from each other.

Loki took long strides and walked over to this side. He was wearing a golden tights, his strong muscles bulging under the tights, and his golden shawl hair was thrown back. In terms of figure, he was not He is not tall, but there is golden light shining around his body, and his face is extremely handsome, without any flaws. If there is anything wrong with him, his expression is a bit weird, which is in sharp contrast to the sacred and inviolable aura.

This feeling is like a solemn symphony. The band and conductor are ready, and the audience is also in suits and ties. However, a clown appears on the stage at this time. Everyone can only watch the clown in the center of the stage. The performance is the same, and Loki is also like this at this time, as if a clown has the skin of a god.

Hogan felt a very ominous feeling on the other party, and his cold hair stood on end. His hometown was full of outstanding hunters, and they had intuitions that were not inferior to those of wild beasts. At this time, he felt a very huge... threaten.

But Volstavo was an enthusiastic man, and he greeted him with open arms, "My dear friend, you are so powerful. You can kill all those giants, demons, dark elves, etc. by yourself." , you are so awesome!"

Fandral twirled his beard and looked at Loki with a smile. Of course he did not recognize Loki. No one present could recognize Loki. He was just thinking that he finally had a wingman this time. As long as he could persuade this The golden god of war is acting with me, and he will definitely be successful in picking up girls. What kind of wingman is there? He is simply an annihilator. How can any woman withstand such a fierce offensive?

Only Hogan felt something was wrong, and he quickly shouted, "Vostavo! Come back quickly! Something is wrong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Loki raised his hand and punched Vostavo into the air. At this time, Fandral finally realized that something was wrong. He quickly drew out his sword and pulled out countless sword flowers to stop Loki.

Loki's speed was not as fast as the second half. He passed by as usual. On the contrary, Fandral was forced to take two steps back. The one who blocked the way with his sword was forced back unarmed. Fandral's face turned red.

You can't blame him for being timid;

Loki had just swept through the Nine Worlds of Demons and Demons. This kind of fighting power was truly unbelievable. Fandral was a little timid. He did not want to really become an enemy of Loki. This was the most important reason. This was similar to a person falling into a trap. In the tiger's cave, when the tiger approaches, he will wave a small stick as a defense, but if you ask him to actually use the stick to hit the tiger first, he will not dare. What he is afraid of is that it will really anger the tiger, and the tiger will not really It's normal to keep a certain amount of luck when showing off your fangs.

"Hmph... Fandral, the Romantic Swordsman? Is your swordsmanship like this?" Loki sneered.

The voice sounded familiar to Fandral, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. However, as one of the Three Warriors, Fandral was by no means a coward. A surge of anger surged in his heart, and the sword in his hand began to dance again. The light enveloped Loki. This was his true ability. In terms of swordsmanship, in the Asgard, his swordsmanship was only slightly inferior to Heimdall's.

The sword light stabbed Loki, but it was only a stab. This sword light could cut a frost giant in half, but when it fell on Loki, it was like drizzle on Loki, leaving a mark on his tights. Neither can be done.

Loki continued to move forward at such a steady speed without blinking. Instead, Fandral retreated all the way. Although the sword light in his hand was still there, it was scattered and unorganized, and his momentum had been crushed.

The rest of the Asgard soldiers formed a symbolic encirclement, but no one dared to step forward.

"Get out of my way!" Hogan shouted. He opened his hand and a giant warhammer appeared out of thin air. Among the three warriors, Hogan was the thinnest, but the weapon he used was the most heroic. He was tall and tall. He jumped up, swung the war hammer in his hand, and aimed it at Loki's left temple.

Almost at the same time, Vostavo fell from the sky. He had been flying in the air for a long time. At this time, he found the opportunity and struck Loki's head with the giant sword in his hand.

The three warriors of Asgard have been cooperating all year round. Fandral realized that his two good comrades were about to launch a general attack. He took a deep breath and gathered the strongest strength. The rapier in his hand suddenly became straight. There was a whooshing sound in the air, and the rapier transformed. Making a rainbow, it went straight to Loki's throat. The attacks of the three people arrived at the same time, and the coordination was indeed flawless.

The three warriors also succeeded at the same time. Everyone succeeded, but the result was another matter. Hogan's war hammer hit Loki, and the war hammer shattered into a ball of scrap metal with a click. Vostavo's giant sword hit Loki. Above Ji's head, after a loud noise, the giant sword broke from the middle, and Fandral's thin sword shattered into thirteen pieces after a series of sounds.

"Done? That's all you have?" Loki smiled proudly, "You've finished your performance, is it my turn now?"

"Let's go!" Hogan was the first to react. He shouted, holding the hands of his two companions and running behind.

Loki picked up a battering ram from the ground, a giant hammer that could only be used by ten giants, and he picked it up with one hand.

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