A Weak God

The conference room deck suddenly shuddered, and Ollsen's imposing figure abruptly lunged towards Loki.

Even without the aid of Power Armor, a space warrior, when sprinting at full speed, still possesses astonishing strength.

Ordinary people's eyes could not keep up with Ollsen's speed at all; they could only catch a fleeting afterimage.

Boom!!!

The solid metal wall was dented by a single punch.

Fury was immediately filled with shock. The material of this Helicarrier, while not necessarily extremely hard, was made of space alloy.

Even bullets would hardly leave a mark, yet this burly man nearly cracked the metal wall of the conference room with a single punch, demonstrating just how terrifying the force he possessed was!

Is this guy even human?!

Before the crowd could continue to be astonished, they saw Loki, who had been hit, and a mocking smile appeared on his face, "As expected of a lowly race, you have no manners whatsoever. It seems necessary to teach you a lesson."

The moment he finished speaking, numerous Loki figures, each wielding a scepter, appeared simultaneously throughout the conference room.

Almost every figure was identical, wearing a golden helmet with deer antlers.

"Do you see that, mortals!"

Loki relished the astonished looks on the faces of these lowly mortals in the meeting room.

Yes, that's exactly it... Awe, fear, and shock!

Then submit to his power, crawl like ants, and become the first planet he conquers!

Hallucination? Doppelganger?

Ollsen remained expressionless; he had seen this kind of boring trick countless times.

My nostrils twitched as all the odors in the conference room flooded into my brain.

In less than a fraction of a second, he precisely located the enemy among his many clones in the conference room.

Before Loki could even celebrate for three seconds, he felt his hair stand on end!

A strong sense of danger surged into Loki's cerebral cortex, forcing Loki to return from fantasy to reality.

A fist bigger than a clay pot came hurtling towards Loki like a cannonball, gradually enlarging in Loki vision. His biological instincts told him that this punch... would hurt a lot, at least breaking a few ribs.

Loki, caught off guard, lunged aside like a wolf, dodging the punch.

However, before he could even think about how the other party had seen through his supposedly flawless illusion clone, he felt a sudden, heavy blow to his abdomen. The intense cramping pain caused his face to contort in agony, and he coughed up a mouthful of acidic fluid.

Boom!

Loki was like a resilient ball, but Ollsen's powerful whip kick sent him flying.

Like a mural, it was "hung" on the wall, remaining firmly attached for several seconds before slowly sliding down.

"Ugh—" Loki clutched his stomach, vomiting green, acidic liquid, his eyes wide with rage. "You, you dare to..."

"This is how you treat me!"

He is the God King of Asgard, the king who is about to conquer this planet!

As a result, being kicked to his knees was an immense humiliation.

Loki's forehead veins bulged, his entire face flushed red with rage, and he roared as if in a madman, "I will kill you all! How dare you treat a god like this!"

Putting everything else aside, at least in terms of durability, Asgard are truly tough and resilient.

No, it shouldn't be said that all Asgard are included, but rather that it should be the royal family.

If it were an ordinary person, one punch would send them to the ICU; they wouldn't be alive and kicking. I'm just making this bold statement.

However, Loki's answer was a powerful punch.

Boom!

Even Loki was momentarily dizzy after taking a punch to the face.

It felt like thousands of bees were buzzing inside his head; all his thoughts and anger were blown out of his head by that punch.

Just as he was feeling blissfully ecstatic, Ollsen was not idle. He grabbed Loki's head with his large, fan-like fingers, slammed it to the ground with a thud.

Boom!

The ground, with a hardness comparable to aerospace alloys, was still cracked after being dropped.

Loki felt as if his internal organs were about to be shattered, his handsome face contorted in agony, and he let out a scream.

However, Ollsen didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, and he raised his foot and stomped down hard on Loki's chest.

"No, Loki--!"

Thor still cared about his younger brother, and seeing that his brother was about to be trampled, he immediately shouted out in alarm.

Seemingly hearing his brother's call, Loki's will to live was ignited.

He used magic in a hurry to switch places with the illusionary clone, causing Ollsen's kick to miss.

Seizing the brief opening, Loki was full of confidence and activated the Mind Stone embedded in his scepter, intending to control the creature.

"Submit to me, and I command you... kneel down!"

Amidst a frenzied roar, Loki forcefully thrust his scepter towards Ollsen.

When!

The scepter struck Ollsen's chest, making a crisp sound.

It was as if it were pressed against metal.

This bizarre situation seemed to pause Loki's mind for half a second.

Then, he felt the hairs on his body stand on end, as if he were being stared at by a wild beast, and stiffly raised his head.

He happened to be looking directly into Ollsen's eyes.

"Gulp..."

Loki was still a little incredulous and continued to poke at Ollsen skin with his scepter.

The imagined scenario of Ollsen being controlled did not happen.

Seeing this, Alvin almost burst out laughing, and even wanted to applaud Loki.

The idea is good, but unfortunately, the final surgery for Space Marine involves implanting a "Black Carapace" on their skin. This Black Carapace cannot be removed even without Power Armor. In other words, the "Mind Stone," which Loki had high hopes for, is completely useless.

Realizing that he couldn't control the other party, Loki fearfully cast the illusion again.

This time, he wasn't interested in fighting anymore; the guy opposite him was practically a tireless machine!

He had a wonderful plan: after leaving this place, he would send a large army to wipe out these guys.

Unfortunately, as expected... Loki's illusion had absolutely no effect on Ollsen. He was located in an instant, and a slap brought him back to reality.

No, that's impossible...

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Loki seemed to collapse, staring at Ollsen in disbelief. "My illusion magic is perfect, how did you find me?"

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Ollsen's eyes twitched a few times; he was utterly speechless.

Perfect?

Compared to Tzeentch's magic, this guy's "illusions" are practically child's play.

The "illusion" technique couldn't even conceal the scent of living beings; even the Astra Militarum could easily locate the true form, let alone Space Marine who had undergone surgical modifications.

However, adhering to a cautious approach, Ollsen believed that this guy was likely deliberately "feigning weakness."

After all, during his long service, he had seen many Psyker and executed many Warp Daemons; such cases were commonplace.

To deal with a guy like that, we have to strike hard and leave no stone unturned!

He bears the stigma of being a "Fallen Angels," and he must prove their worth to Alvin in this battle.

Thinking of this, Ollsen punched even faster, almost leaving afterimages!

What followed was, in Thor's view, rather horrific.

Loki repeatedly tried to salvage the situation with illusions, only to be caught by Ollsen each time and tossed around the office like a chick, until finally he was barely alive, staring at nothingness.

He seemed to have lost faith, his gaze vacant.

"Resolved?"

Alvin, who had been sitting in his chair the whole time, asked upon seeing this.

"No." Ollsen frowned, looking at Loki with a serious expression, and gasped, "I've never seen such a strange 'Psyker.' I almost killed him, yet he still refuses to use his full strength."

Everyone present was speechless upon hearing this.

Brother, was it because he didn't want to use his full strength? He almost used every ounce of his strength, and you still beat him up!

At this moment, Banner, who was standing next to him, pushed up his glasses, looked at Loki who had been beaten to a pulp, and muttered under his breath, "Such a weak god..."

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Loki overheard this, and his blood rushed to his head, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and faint.

These damned, lowly creatures are an insult to "God"!