radicalducati Chapter 124 I killed Thor.
Chapter 124 I killed Thor.
Chapter 124 I killed Thor.
not long ago.
Coulson, Natasha, and Hawkeye Barton arrived at the top of the pre-constructed defensive fortifications.
As Coulson strode up the steps, he shouted to the agents around him, "Hold on, everyone! I've requested backup from headquarters. Just hold on a little while, and they'll be here soon!"
That's a lie.
He knows it better than anyone else.
But now, the dozens of agents around them needed to hear those words in order to keep their guns pointed at the ever-churning darkness ahead.
Anyone who glances at the countless bizarre creatures emerging from under the searchlight will feel despair seep from their very bones.
Coulson gripped the white ivory in his hand and continued shouting, "These things are just beasts! Bullets can shred their bodies!"
"As long as we hold our ground, Captain America will arrive with reinforcements, and we're sure to win!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger on the first wave of dark creatures in front of the fortification.
As soon as my fingertips pressed down, I noticed that the feel was different.
The recoil is abnormally light.
He fired rapidly, the sound of bullets striking each other crisp and clear, the muzzle flashes flickering in the darkness.
Hawkeye Patton did not draw his bow.
He left the quiver on his waist, intending to save it for a stronger opponent.
At this moment, he held the ebony wood in his hand, and the crosshair was aimed at the head of the dark creature in the front row.
A loud bang erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and the recoil slammed into his hand along the grip, making his palm go numb.
This recoil is definitely not normal; it cannot be produced by ordinary handgun ammunition.
He fired two more shots in quick succession, each bullet landing precisely on his aiming trajectory.
With his ballistic perception honed through years of sniper training, he clearly detected the bullet fired by Ebony.
It pierced through at least three to five dark creatures before losing its momentum; its single-shot power rivaled that of a large-caliber sniper rifle.
But he frowned, not because he was dissatisfied with the strength of the gun in his hand.
Instead, he felt the weight of the gun in his hand, which remained unchanged from the first shot to the sixth.
For a high-ranking agent like him who deals with firearms every day, even if a single bullet is missing from the magazine, he can feel a slight shift in his center of gravity in his wrist.
He pulled his wrist back to his chest, and without pausing, continued firing.
Heavy gunshots rang out continuously.
Coulson below has completely let loose.
He pulled the trigger all the way down, and the white ivory instantly transformed into a miniature Gatling gun, spraying barrages of bullets wildly forward.
The wave of dark creatures that charged at the forefront was actually brought to a sudden halt.
The bodies of those in the front row were torn apart by a hail of bullets, while those in the back row stumbled and staggered from the wreckage of their comrades.
At the same time, Natasha also noticed the unusual nature of the Requiem in her hand.
Each time she pulled the trigger, the bullet fired from the gun would leave a pale blue trail as it disappeared into the darkness.
Around the point where the bullet landed, the entire row of dark creatures instantly turned to ashes.
One shot, a dozen or twenty.
However, this power is not available with every shot; it can only be activated once every so often.
Even without those special bullets, this gun still maintains a constant supply of regular, unlimited ammunition and is extremely powerful.
The gun remained a highly efficient killing machine in her hands.
The dozens of agents around witnessed the first wave of the Dark Creatures' attack being forcefully reversed, and their morale instantly rebounded from rock bottom.
The machine gun turrets roared again, the assault rifle ammunition belts tumbled wildly from their feed ports, and grenades and incendiary bombs were hurled at the front of the position.
The firelight cast a vibrant orange-red glow over the areas that the searchlights couldn't reach.
Gunfire, explosions, and the sound of bones shattering all mingled together at the front of the defensive fortifications, creating a dense, continuous roar that filled the ears.
five minutes.
Layer upon layer of corpses lay piled up in front of them.
When the dark creatures rushed up from behind, they would always grab a handful of scraps from the ground and stuff them into their mouths. The sound of their teeth crushing bones was once on par with the sound of gunfire.
A few minutes later, the agents began to run out of ammunition.
From the very beginning, no one planned the ammunition; firing in any direction in the darkness always hit the target.
However, we didn't bring enough supplies on this mission, and now our magazines are almost empty.
A dark figure fell from the sky and snatched an agent from the gun emplacement.
The screams trailed through the air, forming a soundtrack that faded into the distance. Then, a shower of blood and torn pieces of flesh rained down from the sky, slamming onto the concrete slabs of the fortification.
Coulson immediately looked up and yelled, "Hold on! They'll be there soon! We just got word that reinforcements are on their way!"
He held onto the white ivory with his fingers, and hadn't let go for a single second since the beginning.
If it weren't for this gun with a high rate of fire and unlimited ammunition at the front, the defensive line would have been torn apart long ago.
Although Hawkeye's Ebony had a slow rate of fire, every bullet precisely pierced the heads of the larger dark creatures.
After the gunshot rang out, the large creature that had been shot in the head fell to the ground, and the smaller creatures of the same kind swarmed around it, devouring it clean and expanding themselves by consuming the flesh and blood of their companions.
If these guys hadn't been constantly chipping away at each other's strength, the defensive line might have collapsed long ago.
But Eagle Eye also clearly captured another scene through the darkness.
Many of the dark creatures were in no hurry to charge.
They huddle at the back, waiting for their companions in the front to be maimed by bullets before dragging their severely wounded bodies back into the darkness and swarming around them to devour them.
He watched as several dark creatures, originally only about two meters long, grew to five or six meters in size after devouring several rounds of their own kind.
These guys are extremely cunning and treacherous; they never intended to sacrifice their lives to fill the defense line.
They came here with the intention of devouring their companions and using the opportunity to evolve.
The eagle's eyesight is sharp enough to penetrate the darkness and see their ever-growing silhouettes, yet it is powerless against them.
Even when those giant creatures have grown to five or six meters tall, they still curl up in the depths of darkness and never step into the range of the searchlights.
He couldn't aim at all.
Moreover, the front line of defense was already in grave danger, and he could not possibly shift his firepower away from the front to deal with the potential threats hiding in the rear.
More importantly, these things don't seem to have any command function at all; they're not leaders, just opportunists taking advantage of the chaos.
Decapitation strikes are meaningless against them.
He gritted his teeth and continued searching for the large targets at the forefront, pulling the trigger.
Natasha lay expressionless atop the fortifications.
Her finger joints were deep red from the pressure of holding the trigger for so long, and the pain traveled along the tendons to her wrist.
She couldn't stop, even though she could hear the screams of her colleagues and the dull thuds of bodies being thrown from the sky and hitting the concrete.
By now, they have held out for quite some time.
The agents inside the fortifications seemed to have become numb.
Fear has been exhausted, leaving only silent, mechanical movements.
Whether they were from Hydra or S.H.I.E.L.D., they remained silent, firing continuously at the surging dark creatures.
Another wave of attacks pressed forward.
This time, they rushed directly to a position about ten meters in front of the fortification.
Coulson, Hawkeye, and Natasha, who were in the front row, could already see the bits of flesh hanging between the teeth of those things, as well as the semi-congealed blood dripping from their faces.
Is this the end? The thought arose simultaneously in the minds of all three.
Faced with this endless tide of darkness, even the most resolute mind cannot sense any hope.
"I am Thor Odinson! Did you hear me? My name is Thor Odinson!"
A furious roar came from afar.
A blood-red figure suddenly appeared from the side, wielding two axes and cutting through the darkness with ease.
Thor, wielding two military short axes, roared as he charged towards the front of the fortifications.
After rushing headlong into the darkness in his initial passion, he gradually realized that although these dark creatures surrounded him tightly, they never killed him.
They just kept getting tangled up, slowing him down.
He didn't understand why, but he didn't need to.
Since they don't kill him, it means he can keep cutting.
Until he heard the agents scream.
The scream pierced the excitement of the battle, jolting him out of his berserker state.
He looked back and saw that the outer wall of the defensive base was about to be breached.
In that instant, a force that was both extremely familiar and extremely unfamiliar to him surged up from the depths of his chest, flowing through his veins into his arms.
A faint arc of electricity suddenly appeared on the blades of the two short axes.
Not many, but their lethality against dark creatures increased dramatically.
He roared as he charged back to the fortifications, his muscles taut.
His golden hair was now smeared with blood and turned a deep brown, and the short axe in his hand occasionally crackled with a faint flash of electricity.
It wasn't until this moment that Coulson, Hawkeye, and Natasha suddenly realized what was happening.
This guy really is Thor.
Although the power he can currently wield is extremely limited, the electric arcs on the axe blade look like a dozen lighter flints tied together and igniting at the same time.
But for the agents who were already in despair, an Asgardian prince who could glow, roar, and charge into enemy ranks and kill his way through was a powerful enough tranquilizer.
Thor's eyes were bloodshot at that moment.
He was unaware that the divine power within him was slowly recovering.
He had only one thought in his mind.
As the former Thor, as the son of Odin, the king of the gods, and as the protector and ally of Midgard.
He will fight bravely here and die, and then let his soul return to Valhalla.
He raised his two axes high above his head and slammed them together violently.
With a bang, a burst of lightning exploded from the point of impact, illuminating his face, which was covered in blood and mud.
"Come on! You filthy creatures! Fight me, Thor, to the death!"
In the darkness, an extremely large silhouette slowly emerged.
It is about ten meters tall, with two thick horns curved on its head, and purple smoke constantly billowing out of its mouth.
Two wings spread out from behind, their membranes blocking out the sun and dimming the searchlight's beam.
It didn't make any heavy footsteps when it walked.
But with each step they took, the low-level dark creatures around them turned to ashes on their own, not even having time to escape.
It walked up to Thor, lowered its head slightly, and purple smoke from its mouth drifted out and dispersed in front of Thor.
"Thor, son of Odin."
"I am Atel, the captain of the vanguard of the Twelve Demon God Pillars."
"Out of Hell's respect for Asgard, I will kill you with my own hands."
It opened its enormous hand, covered with rocks and sharp minerals.
Dark purple energy shone from three fingers as he raised his right arm high and then swung it down at Thor.
Thor didn't retreat, nor did he block; he simply stomped his feet on the ground.
A faint spark of electricity erupted from the soles of his feet, and he transformed into a slender bolt of lightning, charging head-on towards the enormous fist.
Coulson's lips were dry, and his voice was stuck in his throat as he managed to squeeze out, "He's Thor—he's bound to win."
Barton nodded, his tone soft, as if trying to convince himself: "Of course. Son of Odin, the god who controls thunder."
Natasha added in a low voice, "In all of mythology, Thor is one of the strongest, how could he possibly be defeated by some Hellfire Squad—"
With a deafening roar, the air shattered, and shockwaves spread in all directions.
Thor's figure flew backward from mid-air, tracing an extremely long and far arc before plunging into the depths of darkness.
A few drops of dark red liquid seemed to remain in the air.
Several dull thuds echoed in the darkness, then silence fell.
Thor was just blasted away like that.
The high-ranking demon Atel looked down at his palm, then looked up at the direction Thor had disappeared in, an expression of disbelief on his face.
It raised its right arm high into the night sky and let out a deafening roar from every resonant cavity in its chest: "I, Atel, have killed Thor!"
Suddenly, it became extremely quiet in front of the fortification.
All the low- to mid-level dark creatures stopped, shrank back, lowered their heads, and kept their mouths tightly shut, not daring to make a sound.
Coulson, Hawkeye, and Natasha's faces instantly turned ashen under the searchlight.
No one expected that the famous son of the god-king, Thor, would be defeated by a demon from hell whom no one had ever heard of.
In that instant, everyone else felt as if a myth had shattered.