" Sif, take Thor away from here!"
Fearing that the Destroyer would seize the opportunity to slap Thor again, the Warriors Three of Asgard charged forward with their weapons.
Sif pulled Thor out of the sandpit, carried him, and quickly moved him to a safe area.
Then he turned back to the battlefield.
The Destroyer unleashed its full firepower once again.
Golden beams of energy shot out continuously from its face; its body, made entirely of Uru Metal, was both an indestructible weapon and a shield as solid as a mountain.
God of Mischief Loki, has successfully become a Mecha Master and is now a skilled one.
He began to fully utilize the Destroyer's ability to change form, launching a variety of bizarre attacks.
One second it was a merciless iron arm sweep, and Volstagg, as the main tank, raised his Great Hammer to try to block it.
But the next second, the Destroyer's arm snapped back ninety degrees.
The original sweeping arm motion instantly transformed into a bizarre and unpredictable upward slash.
Fortunately, Fandral reacted quickly, raising his longsword to block the fatal blow for Volstagg.
After suffering a setback, Sif and her companions had to be on high alert, constantly wary of the Destroyer's unpredictable tactics.
Even so, they faced numerous dangers, and their physical and Divine Power were being depleted at an unusually rapid pace.
At that moment, a crimson Portal opened at the entrance to the town, and Phil Coulson Team stepped out from Portal.
Phil Coulson glanced at Thor lying dead not far away and ordered in a deep voice, " Simmons, check Prince Thor's injuries."
"Yes." Jemma Simmons carried the medicine box and quickly ran to Thor's side, kneeling down on one knee to check his condition.
"Sir, he has two broken ribs, minor internal organ compression injuries, and a broken right index finger."
Phil Coulson waved his hand dismissively. "Treat him first, wake him up."
"OK!" Jemma Simmons gestured, then opened the medicine box and took out a vial of green liquid.
" Fitz, come help!"
"Okay!" Fitz rushed over and helped lift Thor's head.
Jemma Simmons pried open his mouth and poured the green liquid directly into it.
The liquid reacted instantly upon entering Thor's body.
His skin quickly turned the bright red of a spicy crayfish, and then his body temperature began to drop rapidly.
It was quickly covered with a layer of waxy, hard shell.
Jemma Simmons raised her right hand and glanced at the Mechanical Watch on her wrist.
"The medicine is starting to take effect, estimated time: five minutes..."
Fitz touched his nose and whispered, " Jemma, if I'm not mistaken, you just used the Wizard of Oz?!"
"Hmm?" Jemma Simmons replied without looking up.
She hummed a cheerful tune in time with the ticking of the second hand.
Fitz glanced at Phil Coulson, then quickly turned back and said, "Your the Wizard of Oz Potion is still in the testing phase; the formula isn't finalized yet, is it?!"
"Yes~" Jemma Simmons looked up at him, puzzled. "What do you want to say, Fitz?"
Fitz gestured with his chin toward Thor: "This is the Prince of Asgard, the legendary God of God of Thunder!"
"If something goes wrong with his medicine, it will cause him a huge problem!"
"Don't worry, Fitz," Jemma chuckled, covering her mouth. "Mr. Coulson said that the Asgardians ' body density is three times that of us! And this Prince Thor ..."
"I just secretly checked, and his body density is more than ten times that of ours!"
"This body is simply amazing!" she exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement. "It's simply the most perfect experimental subject I've ever encountered!"
"I believe my the Wizard of Oz Potion will definitely succeed this time!"
Fitz looked at Jemma's state and felt it was very familiar; it seemed that he himself looked the same when he was engrossed in an experiment...
He could only shrug and say, "Well... good luck..."
Five minutes passed quickly.
Thor's waxy outer shell melted instantly.
"Hmm~"
His eyelids trembled slightly as he slowly opened them.
"Who am I? Where am I? Why do I feel so weak?!"
Jemma quickly pulled a Little Notebook from her bag and jotted down. "102nd animal experiment... animal crossed out... negative reaction: feeling weak all over~"
Then she swiftly moved closer to Thor and asked urgently, "Besides feeling weak all over, what other symptoms are you experiencing?"
"I'm thirsty... I need some water..." Thor said in a dry voice.
"What else? What else?!" Jemma asked excitedly.
However, when Thor turned around, the confusion in his eyes quickly faded.
He looked at Jemma's small face, so close to his own, and recognized her.
"You're... one of Son of Coul's men?!"
"Yes!" Jemma answered casually, then pressed on, "Besides feeling weak and thirsty, what other physical discomforts do you experience?"
At that moment, Thor finally remembered what had happened before, and his expression instantly darkened.
"It failed..."
" Mjolnir still refuses to respond to me..."
"But why... I'm clearly Wrath?!"
Jemma shuffled around from the left to Thor's right, relentlessly pressing for answers, "Hey, big guy, tell me, besides feeling weak and thirsty, what other physical discomfort are you experiencing?"
"Alright, Simmons, come back," Phil Coulson said, trying to smooth things over.
Jemma glanced regretfully at the Little Notebook, which contained only a few entries.
"Remember where you're feeling unwell right now, and we can discuss it again when we have more time!"
She finished speaking quickly and hurriedly got up and returned to Phil Coulson's team.
Just then, a figure swept across their heads and fell into the town.
"Ahhhhh!" The figure let out a long, drawn-out scream.
'boom!'
A rooftop somewhere in the town collapsed instantly.
" Volstagg?!" Thor recognized the Master and quickly scrambled to his feet to look at the battlefield.
Originally, Sif and the other three worked together seamlessly and were able to barely hold their own against the Destroyer controlled by Loki.
But as time went on, their physical and Divine Power strength were greatly depleted. Yet the Destroyer was like a tireless perpetual motion machine, showing no signs of weakening.
Therefore, Sif and the others gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.
Now that the main Volstagg had been knocked away, the remaining three Sif were no longer able to fight back. They could only scatter and begin to scramble to avoid the Destroyer's attacks.
Thor panicked when he saw Sif nearly get hit by the Destroyer's hand, which was swung with a reverse joint lock.
" Son of Coul! Where is the Ancient One Sorcerer Supreme? Where is Richard? Where are the other Sorcerer of Midgard?!"
"Quickly notify them to come and help!"
"I'm sorry, Prince Thor," Phil Coulson said coldly and decisively.
"This battle is an internal political struggle within Asgard, and according to the rules, we on Earth cannot interfere."
"What did you say?!" Thor's eyes widened in astonishment. "We're friends?!"
Phil Coulson smiled warmly. "Of course we're friends, Prince Thor."
"One of the important rules that the Red Order must abide by is that it must not interfere in the internal affairs of other planets or factions."
"As a friend, I pray to the great Lord of Crimson that your faction may achieve victory."
" Son of Coul ..." Thor was greatly disappointed. "Friendship should be more pure and honest!"
He turned to look at the battlefield, but what happened next almost made his heart stop...