Thor the God of Thunder, The Most Perfect Experimental Subject

"Sif, take Thor away from here!"

The Warriors Three of Asgard feared Destroyer would take advantage of the situation to strike Thor again, so they rushed forward directly with their weapons raised.

Sif dug Thor out of the sand pit, hoisted him onto her shoulder, and quickly transferred him to a safe area.

Then she turned around and returned to the battlefield.

Destroyer went all out with its firepower once again.

Gold energy beams shot incessantly from its face, and that body, made entirely of Uru Metal, was both an indestructible weapon and a shield as solid as a mountain.

God of Mischief Loki, who had successfully taken office as a Mecha Master, was now a skilled hand.

He began to fully utilize Destroyer's ability to transform its form, launching all sorts of bizarre attacks.

A second ago, it was still a ruthless iron-arm sweep, and Volstagg, serving as the main tank, raised his giant hammer, wanting to parry.

Yet the next second, Destroyer's arm bent backward ninety degrees against the joint.

The original iron-arm sweep instantly turned into an unpredictable and eerie upper-cut.

Fortunately, Fandral reacted quickly, holding his longsword horizontally to help Volstagg block this fatal blow.

Having suffered a loss, Sif and the other three had to summon all their focus, constantly remaining wary of Destroyer's bizarre changing moves.

Even so, they were in perilous situations, and their respective physical stamina and divine power were being consumed at an exceptionally rapid speed.

At this moment, a crimson portal unfolded at the entrance of the town, and the Phil Coulson Team walked out from within the portal.

Phil Coulson glanced at Thor, who was lying like a corpse not far away, and commanded in a deep voice, "Simmons, check Prince Thor's injuries."

"Yes." Jemma Simmons jogged over to