Armor Warrior

"This actually happened over an hour ago."

Coulson looked at the still-groggy Fang Mo and said with a headache, "The researchers detected a powerful energy fluctuation, very similar to when Loki left last time. Then my men found four strange people in town wearing medieval clothes and carrying weapons."

"Oh, I see."

Fang Mo yawned and leisurely prepared to wash up. "Looks like you sent Thor back?"

"Yes."

Coulson nodded. "Dr. Selvig forged some documents last night. Normally, he should have been arrested for doing that, but after considering it, I decided to use the opportunity to let Thor go."

"What are you planning to do next?"

Fang Mo turned on the faucet and began washing his face and brushing his teeth.

"Wait and see." Coulson thought for a moment. "I don't think the Asgardians... at least Thor, pose any threat to Earth. And rather than know nothing, S.H.I.E.L.D. would prefer to establish friendly diplomatic relations with Asgard."

"Not a bad idea."

After washing up, most of Fang Mo's drowsiness had faded. "But at the very least, everyone will have to finish fighting before they can sit down and talk calmly."

"Fighting?"

Coulson asked in confusion, "Aren't those four strange people Thor's friends? Why would they fight?"

"Ask your men whether, aside from those four ancient warriors, they saw anything else," Fang Mo said. "Like a giant suit of armor that can walk?"

"A giant suit of armor that can walk?"

Coulson froze. "What kind of ghost-level thing is that?"

"There." Fang Mo pointed directly out the window. "You should be able to see it soon enough."

Coulson looked in the direction Fang Mo pointed, only to discover that the sky in the distance had suddenly darkened. Thick clouds rapidly gathered and spun continuously, and just looking at the scene made it obvious that something was wrong.

Then, in the very next second, the clouds abruptly converged into a tornado and slammed into the ground with a bang.

"What... was that?"

Coulson stared at the scene in a daze, but his phone soon rang. After answering it, he heard the panicked voice of one of his subordinates.

"Alright, they've already seen the walking armor."

Coulson lowered his phone and said to Fang Mo.

"Excellent."

Fang Mo smiled and waved a hand. The giant cleaver embedded in the ground suddenly flew into his hand. "I've waited so long. I finally found a training dummy I can really fight..."

Coulson, standing nearby, was about to say something, but Fang Mo's figure instantly dissolved into a sky full of purple particles.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Coulson picked up his phone again. "Notify all personnel inside Old Bridge Town. Evacuate the local residents immediately. Something big may happen soon..."

At that moment, the battle in Old Bridge Town had already begun.

But judging from the current situation, the Destroyer Armor held an absolute advantage.

Of course, that was unavoidable. The Destroyer Armor had been Odin's battle armor in his youth. Its forging had not only used Uru metal, but it had also been imbued with all kinds of Asgardian Magic. Even Odin had used it to guard the Asgard Treasury. Its combat power was unquestionably top-tier.

On the other side, however, their combat power was simply lacking.

They were none other than the renowned Asgardian Warriors, and Thor's closest friends: Volstagg, Hogun, Fandral, and Sif.

Though they were indeed brave and skilled in battle, they were no match for the Destroyer Armor.

After all, none of the four knew any magic. They could only rely on their powerful Asgardian bodies and cold weapons to attack it. No matter how strong your basic attacks were, could they really be tougher than Uru metal?

"For the glory of Asgard!"

Volstagg charged forward with a roar, then leaped high into the air with his Battle Axe, intending to split open the Destroyer Armor's head.

But the Destroyer Armor swatted him away like a fly, smashing him into a car in the distance. With a boom, the entire hood caved in. Volstagg was instantly wracked with agonizing pain and could not even get back up.

The Destroyer Armor slowly walked toward Volstagg. Its faceplate opened as it began gathering a laser powerful enough to destroy everything.

At that moment, the female warrior Sif suddenly launched a sneak attack from behind. The long blade in her hand pierced straight through the Destroyer Armor's neck, pinning it to the ground.

"Hah..."

Seeing this, Volstagg finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sif, standing atop the Destroyer Armor, also revealed a confident smile. As expected, she was strong—worthy of being Asgard's bravest female warrior.

But before they could celebrate for long, the Destroyer Armor suddenly began moving again.

The metal plates over its body started rotating. Sif had originally been standing on its back, but after the rotation, the Destroyer Armor remained in the exact same posture while Sif found herself standing on its chest. At the same time, its faceplate was aimed directly at her as flames began gathering.

"!!!"

Sif immediately jumped aside. In the next second, a laser shot past her arm and into the sky.

After realizing they could not defeat the Destroyer Armor, the group hurriedly retreated, likely intending to widen the distance first and come up with a strategy.

But the Destroyer Armor gave them no such chance. Its laser swept across the ground, and deafening explosions echoed down the entire street. Sif was sent flying by the blast wave. The others tried to save her, only for another laser to strike the ground, blasting all four of them away.

Volstagg happened to crash into a shop at the corner of the street. He had only just climbed to his feet, still seeing stars, when he saw the Destroyer Armor aiming at him.

"!"

The Destroyer Armor had no concept of mercy. A laser flashed, and the storefront instantly exploded. Even from over a hundred meters away, one could feel the heat of the flames soaring into the sky.

Seeing this, Thor could no longer hold himself back.

Seeing Sif still hiding in a corner and preparing to ambush the Destroyer, he hurried over.

"Sif, don't take any more risks."

Thor grabbed Sif's shoulder and tried to persuade her. He could feel her shoulder trembling. The Destroyer was truly a monster they could not fight; this was a battle they had no chance of winning.

"No..." Sif gritted her teeth and said firmly, "If I die, I'll die like a warrior. History... history will remember this moment!"

But Thor was no longer the man he had once been. Upon hearing Sif's words, he gave her an encouraging smile. "Sif, live... and tell this story yourself, alright?"

"I..."

A conflicted look flashed across Sif's face. Seeing this, Thor pulled her again. "Come on, run!"

Pulled to her feet by Thor, Sif seemed to regain her desire to live. The two began running desperately backward. The Destroyer Armor fired a laser at them, and they hurriedly dodged before rushing into a nearby alley. After circling around, they reunited with the others.

At that moment, Thor finally made up his mind.

After escorting everyone away, he turned and walked directly toward the Destroyer Armor.

"Brother, I know you can hear me."

Thor walked toward the Destroyer Armor as he spoke earnestly. "No matter what I did in the past that you cannot forgive, I'm truly sorry. But they're innocent."

Yes, Thor now knew the truth. His friends had told him everything. His father was not dead; this had all been Loki's scheme. Yet he still believed it was his fault. Perhaps he had been too arrogant and self-important in the past, hurting Loki without even realizing it.

But the Destroyer Armor did not care about any of that. Seeing Thor approach, it immediately began gathering energy.

"Let me repay all of this, brother." Facing the terrifying Destroyer Armor, Thor did not retreat. Instead, he revealed a relieved smile. "Kill me, then let the others go, alright?"

After Thor said that, the Destroyer Armor paused.

Far away in Asgard, Loki watched this scene. Images from the past suddenly flashed through his mind, followed by the image he had imagined of Thor being burned to ashes by the laser. For some reason, he suddenly felt uncomfortable, and his brow furrowed.

Thus, the Destroyer Armor on Earth suddenly halted its attack. The faceplate on its head began to close.

"Hah..."

Seeing this, Thor also breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed his brother still loved him.

But in the next second, he realized he was wrong.

The Destroyer Armor suddenly slapped him across the face.

This was not the strength of some delicate Earth girl. This was the full-force strike of the Asgardian divine weapon, the Destroyer Armor. As a mortal, just how much damage could Thor's body take from a divine weapon's slap?

Thor's face was struck out of shape, and he flew straight backward over ten meters before crashing heavily onto the ground and losing consciousness.

"..."

Seeing this, the Destroyer did not follow up with another attack. It simply turned and left.

But just as the Destroyer Armor turned around, it suddenly saw a figure standing ahead. Both it and its controller far away in Asgard froze instantly.

That person was Fang Mo.