The giant of light in the marvel world

Seeing Ms. Sif drawing her sword and charging forward, Fandral immediately became unequivocal. He drew out his long sword and formed a pincer attack with Sif. Sif was on the left and Fandral was on the right. Their swords struck at the same time, sealing almost all of Nexus's evasive space with perfect coordination and tricky angles.

Enveloped by the swords of both sides, Nexus stood in the middle of the double-team between the two, but he still remained calm and calm. I saw his arm lengthen, and as fast as lightning, it passed through the sword light swung in front of Fandral, and strangled the divine swordsman by the throat. Fandral subconsciously hurriedly returned to his sword and boots, and the long sword struck Nexus' silver arm with a sudden sound, causing a slight spark to appear. But that arm looked like it was made of fine steel, not even a scratch, not even a shake. It seemed like the sword was simply itching.

He then casually threw the handsome swordsman out. The latter rolled several times and hit the wall on the street, causing quite a stir.

At this time, Sif's sword had also struck, and the cold light of the blade had almost reached Nexus' golden eyes. But he still had no intention of evading. He only stretched out his right hand lightly, and his middle finger accurately flicked the sword stabbed by Sif.

There was a crisp metal collision sound, and the long sword was overwhelmed by the huge force that exploded from his fingertips, and broke into two pieces on the spot. The strange force was transmitted back to Ms. Sif's hand along the hilt of the sword, making her jaw numb and unable to hold the hilt. The two broken swords flew up in the air, and the first half stabbed into the ground. The second half whirled down and was caught by Nexus. The broken blade happened to stop at Sif's long, snow-white neck.

As long as Nexus broke the sword and moved it forward slightly, Sif's neck would be stabbed through without any luck. This kind of fatal injury would definitely kill her on the spot even if she was an Asgardian protoss.

But he didn't take action.

Instead, Richard released his transformation and returned to his usual casual look. He even turned the broken sword in a circle and handed the hilt back towards Sif.

"Sorry for breaking your sword, but we didn't really have to fight," Richard said.

Sif looked at the broken sword he handed back and was stunned for a long time without reaching out to take it.

So why didn’t you tell me earlier? You have to beat us all up before you speak, right?

As if he saw her thoughts, Richard spread his hands innocently: "I didn't want to fight in the first place, but those two were the ones who made the first move." He pointed at Hogan, who was just trying to get up. and Volstagg, "I was just acting in self-defense."

With all conscience, Richard said that he really didn’t want to hit anyone. How bad is it to hit someone? We are all civilized people, what’s the point of fighting and killing all day long?

But sometimes things are just so weird. For example, if he just canceled his transformation, raised his hands and said, "Don't shoot your own people," there's a chance that these stupid young men from the God's Domain would have hit him on the ground with a blaster without saying a word. Richard knew that the Asgardians had a fine tradition of "doing as much as possible but not speaking". Who knew what they would do?

So in order to prevent this from happening, Richard decided that he should strike first - beat the person down first and then explain slowly. When you put the sword to someone's neck, whatever you say will be more persuasive.

Richard suddenly seemed to understand why Asgardians like to act first and then speak. Practice has proved that this approach is indeed effective! Thinking about it this way, Asgardians' ideas are still advanced!

The three Asgardian warriors, who were beaten with bruises and bruises, staggered back. They made no move, but each one of them looked at Richard warily.

Sif frowned and asked: "Who are you? You can't be a mortal. No one in Midgard has such a powerful power."

Richard smiled and didn't refute.

Oh, that's just because you are so rare. Let’s not talk about the comics that are currently being released on Earth in the future, such as Sentinel, Franklin, and Molecule Man. Let’s just say that the ancient masterminds on Earth now are not caused by you guys. Started.

Or not to mention it is so far away, just the four of you fighting against the five scum, I am afraid it will be quite difficult to face the novice Iron Man who has just established his account.

The Asgardians are just a little overconfident. They think highly of themselves and don't think highly of other countries in the Nine Realms. But these are just minor problems. Generally speaking, Asgardians are quite friendly. At least if the earth really encounters any trouble, they are always willing to help.

"As you can see, I am just an ordinary human being. I just had a little chance and gained some special talents."

Yes, he's just an ordinary human being who can transform into Ultraman, so it's no big deal.

Sif's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Ordinary? Would you like to try again?

If you can be considered ordinary, then our Asgardian position as the lord of the nine realms will no longer be needed. You Midgardians will rule the nine realms, okay? We were all convinced.

"But that's not important." Richard said, glancing at them, "Let me guess, you are Thor's friends and you are here to find him?"

When they heard Thor's name, they immediately became energetic. Yes, this is the real purpose of their coming here this time. They carried the God King all the way and sneaked to Midgard, not just to be beaten!

Sif nodded: "Yes, have you seen him?"

"Of course I have. In fact, he is visiting our place. It's just that, well, he's not in a good condition right now. I can take you to see him."

The four Asgardians were overjoyed and agreed one after another, seeming to have forgotten everything about the beating they had just received. Asgardians are good at this. They make friends more with their fists than with their mouths. As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other. If you fight, just fight. After the fight, everyone will be considered familiar.

So Richard led the four people through the town and returned to SHIELD's camp.

There was such a big commotion in the town, and SHIELD must have noticed it already. Before Richard came back, he had notified Coulson on his mobile phone that he had brought four more guests back, so that he could at least be mentally prepared.

But when he saw Coulson, the agent still looked a little ugly.

We have an alien here who is already very nervous, but you went out and walked around and brought back four more in one go?

Coulson looked at Richard with a questioning look on his face, an expression that said, "I suspect you are messing with me on purpose."

"A small problem, a small problem," Richard waved to him calmly, as if everything was under control, "It's just a few people from the God's Domain, it's not a big trouble."

Coulson almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Just a few? Then what else do you want? Are you planning to drag a boatload of aliens back to me next time?

(Thanks to book friend Qizhan for the tip!)