An ordinary pretty girl, just over two thousand years old...
Thor, who overheard her, was speechless. This girl was actually older than he was-by more than five hundred years.
As for the Destroyer nearby, reduced to nothing but its arms, even Thor himself could not have inflicted that much damage.
He also wondered why he had never seen this purple-clad girl before.
Someone like her should have had at least some reputation in the universe. Why had he never heard of her?
Mercer was even more speechless. If you're a two-thousand-year-old girl, doesn't that make me a teenage fertilized egg?
Galacta saw what Mercer was thinking and casually clapped him on the shoulder.
"I'm converting my age! I just didn't want you to think I was that much older than you."
Fine, then. Mercer nodded helplessly. Those beautiful women who attained human form in cultivation novels were hundreds or thousands of years old too, and plenty of people still liked them.
"Let's deal with this first."
After their brief chat, Mercer immediately turned his gaze toward the Destroyer nearby, which kept trying to fire its heat beam while lightning energy continued wreaking havoc inside it.
"Loki, do you still want to fight?"
It took a while for the lightning energy inside the Destroyer to dissipate. Then its open faceplate closed layer by layer, showing no intention of attacking again.
Mercer looked at it and smiled. "You're not completely stupid. Two have already been wrecked. You wouldn't want to throw this one away too, would you? I doubt Asgard has enough Destroyers in stock for you to keep this up."
Controlling it remotely, Loki stared darkly at the smiling Mercer. He had absolutely no way to deal with this human who had appeared out of nowhere.
The fact that he could