I accidentally pulled out the black light virus and I became invincible.

Even though the person in front of him was an enemy, Loki couldn't help but admire him.

Compared with Thor, Mercer's thunder methods are too diverse.

In the past, Loki only had to guard against all attacks from Thor with his hammer, and the latter rarely left his hammer to attack others.

But the Mercer in front of him was completely different. The method he was using now was entirely composed of thunder and lightning.

Every move is filled with terrifying power and numbing thunder, which even Loki's Asgardian physique can hardly resist.

Also feeling uncomfortable were Coulson's group.

The sound of the two weapons clashing sounded in everyone's ears like a beating in the heart.

An ordinary person like Colson only felt a ringing in his ears, and soon there was a sweet feeling in his throat, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Just the aftershocks of the sound of fighting made these ordinary people vomit blood!

"This is really a fight between gods." Coulson muttered to himself, covering his aching ears. After pondering for a moment, he immediately said into the headset: "Everyone should evacuate the camp for one kilometer immediately!"

This battle has nothing to do with ordinary people like them. On the contrary, it will restrict them.

Just the aftershock of the collision of weapons made them vomit blood. If they were really attacked, they would probably be shaken into blood foam in an instant.

"Haha, it's so enjoyable, so enjoyable!"

There was a burst of laughter from the thunder figure. The attack just now caused a small amount of damage to Mercer, but he was able to recover quickly with the help of the black light virus.

It was not easy for him to have someone to test his ability. Mercer was very happy, and he had no intention of stopping here.

With both fists clenched, dazzling thunder and lightning burst out from Mercer's body, and within a few breaths, it condensed into a thunder beast in front of him.

"Thunder beast!"

Pointing his finger at Loki, the huge beast roared and ran towards Loki, leaving scorched footprints on the ground with every step.

"Heimdall!"

Seeing this roaring ferocious beast, Loki twitched the corner of his mouth. Seeing something bad, he quickly shouted to the sky.

In an instant, a colorful beam of light shot from the sky and covered Loki.

The thunder beast hit the beam of light. The powerful colored beam of light trembled for a while under the impact, but it still went up.

The light beam disappeared, and Loki's figure also disappeared.

Looking at the huge totem left by the rainbow bridge's beam on the ground, Mercer murmured.

"What about the ability of the Rainbow Bridge? You actually ran away right now. It seems that the title of No. 1 Mage of the Nine Realms is yours."

The Loki of this world is indeed capable of magic, but the strength may still not be too high.

If he could really concentrate on studying magic, he would definitely be an existence that would not be weaker than the God of Thunder, but now it seems that he is still far from it.

After Loki disappeared, Mercer also had a look of disappointment on his face.

He has not yet used half of the abilities brought by the Thunder Fruit. Rather than practicing blindly alone, Mercer wants to actually fight.

Only by truly immersing yourself in the battle can you know which move can be used at what time and when it is best to use it.

But now that Loki had run away, it was impossible for him to chase him to Asgard, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

The lightning slowly condensed on his body, and Mercer returned to his human body. He found the clothes he had just worn and put them on. He made a phone call to ask Coulson and his group to come back.

Coulson on the other side of the phone saw Mercer calling him so quickly, and asked him confusedly if he had solved the other party.

"No, he ran away. People in Asgard are not killed so easily." Mercer shook his head.

"Asgard? Is it the legendary kingdom of God, Asgard?" Colson said in shock.

Mercer nodded.

This kind of thing is a bit difficult to accept even for Coulson. Asgard, that is the sacred realm that exists in earth's myths and legends, does it actually exist now?

"Then what was that just now...?"

"Loki, second son of Odin."

"Odin's second son, then his brother won't be the owner of this hammer, right?"

Coulson's mind was spinning very fast. Loki appeared in a place where birds don't lay eggs. The only possibility was that he came here for the hammer.

And the fact that he didn't take it away meant that he was probably not the owner, so he couldn't take the hammer away.

"Yes, the real owner of this hammer is Thor, the God of Thunder. He will be a great help to the earth."

As he spoke, Mercer's tone suddenly became a little hesitant.

If Loki really becomes a master of magic, will Thor still be the same reckless man? Will there be any changes in him?

The original Thor knew how to fight and kill, and he was a complete reckless man, but now that the world line has changed, Mercer really doesn't know what Thor is like now.

At least what is certain is that the relationship between Loki and Thor is still not good, otherwise Loki would not quietly come to this place by himself and try to lift Thor's hammer.

"Oh, it's useless to think so much. Just make peace with it as it comes..."

Mercer doesn't have a time stone, so he can't see the past or the future. All he can do now is take one step at a time.

"By the way, you guys should all retreat. I don't know what Loki will do next. I'll just guard here and you can all retreat," Mercer said.

Coulson hesitated for a while, thinking of the scene of the immortal fight between Mercer and Loki just now, he suddenly felt that it was the same thing.

In a battle of that level, no matter how many ordinary people come, they are just cannon fodder.

He immediately called Nick Fury and explained the cause of the matter. The latter heard that Mercer was at the scene and agreed without saying a word, which made Coulson doubt his life.

In the end, all the equipment on site was removed, leaving only a simple tent and fifteen days of food. Anyway, this is not far from the town, and you can go to the town at any time to replenish supplies.

At night.

Mercer sat cross-legged in the tent, his eyes narrowed slightly, his body turning into thunder and lightning, dissipating and condensing again from time to time.

Thunder and lightning as thick as a bowl rises from his body and wraps around him like a snake. If an enemy approaches, this thunder snake can quickly entangle the enemy and release millions of volts of lightning.

Wisps of thunder and lightning condensed around Mercer's body, forming six small pillars of lightning that were as long as an index finger and as wide as half a finger.

"go."

With a soft call, six small lightning pillars flew out of the tent. After flying one kilometer, they formed a hexagonal invisible protection with Mercer as the center.

As long as someone steps into this circle, he can feel it.

Suddenly, Mercer felt a car speeding from outside.

He did not use the small lightning pillar to block him, because he was obviously an ordinary person, and there was no need to use the small lightning pillar to stop him.

"Are they also here for these hammers? I'll persuade them to leave when they get here." Mercer murmured.

A few minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps outside, approaching the tent.

Judging from the sound, the footsteps were very light. It was not that the sound was deliberately suppressed, but because the owner was not heavy, so he walked without making much noise.

"Thor, are you sure this is this way?"

"I'm sure that when my father threw me down, my Mjolnir was also thrown around here."

"What... Meow Hammer? It would be nice to just buy another hammer."

"That's different. It was forged from the core of a dying star and the wood of the World Tree. It is the weapon that can best utilize my power. I have been using it for more than a thousand years!"

"More than a thousand years?! Then how old are you!"

"What's so surprising? The average age of us Asgardians is about two thousand years old."

The words were getting closer and closer, and the speaker paused obviously after seeing Mercer's tent. Half a minute later, someone opened the curtain of the tent, and the sound of surprise came.

"My hammer!"

Hearing this, Mercer, who had his eyes closed, frowned. Why did this voice sound... that of a woman?

He opened his eyes, and the people who appeared in front of him were three women!

The woman at the head with a surprised look on her face had blond hair and was wearing the kind of clothing described in Norse mythology.

"You...are Thor?!"