The Destroyer Armor Descends!

Hearing Loren say that he was going to lock Sif up, Thor immediately crawled up from the ground in anger, dragging his injured body to rush into the main hall once again.

"Loren, don't, Sif is my comrade-in-arms. You can vent whatever anger you have on me, don't implicate her."

"Hmph, this is not Asgard, it's not up to you to call the shots.

We agreed on the exchange of prisoners on the spot, but you are the one who brought people to make trouble.

You broke the agreement between us yourself, so naturally I have to collect some interest."

"However, you don't have to worry, I am the kind of person who cherishes jade and pities fragrant; she won't die with me, she'll only be on the verge of death.

Right now, you'd better quickly take your few wounded people back to Asgard to heal your injuries!

If it's too late, in all likelihood you won't be able to go back, and dying here at my place at that time would be too unlucky. Get the hell out of here."

As Loren spoke, he raised his hand with a wave, and a burst of magic erupted violently from his ring.

This time, even Loki was blasted out of the main hall along with him. Rolling dozens of meters away all the way, Loki climbed up from the ground in a disheveled state.

Shit, actually taking it out on me, what the heck does this have to do with me?!

Loki cursed and swore, only to see Thor still kneeling on the ground pounding his chest and stamping his feet, wearing a look of unwillingness.

Seeing him like this, Loki felt anger rising from his stomach.

The reason Loren was angry was entirely caused by the three idiots beside him.