Chapter 1888: Flying Alvin
Stark watched the giant serpent carry Alvin into the sky. He let out an astonished curse, then hurried after them.
He knew all too well about Alvin's severe fear of heights. If the Manhattan Axe got scared to death up there, it'd be the least funny joke of the year.
After flying for about ten minutes, Stark realized he'd reestablished contact with JARVIS. He tapped his Communicator and called out, "Alvin, what are you doing?
Hurry up and kill that thing!"
Alvin, on the giant serpent's back, frantically poured Magic Power into Athena's Golden Saddle. Hearing Stark's call, he shouted, "Bullshit! If I kill it, won't I fall to my death?"
Stark watched a huge mass of clouds begin to gather above the serpent's head. He shouted anxiously, "That thing's going to hit you with lightning! Kill it—I can catch you..."
Alvin glanced sideways at the "bottomless abyss" below and said, close to breaking down, "Bullshit! Do you think I'm afraid of falling?
I'm afraid of heights!
That woman Athena's a big fat liar. What good is this damn Golden Saddle if it can't even control a snake's head?
When I get back, I'll have Hela send her to the bathroom in Asgard..."
Stark listened to Alvin's furious ranting, half amused and half exasperated. "Then figure out a way to get it to fly lower.
Oh, FUCK!"
As Stark swore, several bolts of lightning struck Alvin.
A brilliant electrical glow spread across War God 4...
Alvin, wearing the Space Ring on his hand, had level 20 Lightning Mastery.
Ordinary lightning couldn't do much damage to him.
But the unexpected strikes still left Alvin's hair smelling burnt.
Alvin quickly used Energy Absorption on himself. Then, as thunder crashed overhead, he summoned the Golden Vine and wrapped it