From the delicate skin of the slender waist to the elastic buttocks, Dismusk couldn't help but caress him down. The wonderful elasticity couldn't help but distract him. He really thought this was his Cancer Palace, and the Nordic goddess Sif became his Alice Phil...

"If I still feel the insincere movement of the hand on my waist, you don't mind leaving it as a souvenir!"

"Oh~" Hearing the warning from the woman in front of him, Dismusk smiled awkwardly, spreading his hands and said, "I'm very sorry, the gravity of the earth seems to have increased a lot recently."

"Is that bad young man with blue hair our reinforcements? When did he fall to this level?" Natasha showed half of his figure on the roof and asked in confusion.

"I think it should be him, but he is so fast!" Barton, who was licking his chapped lips, said affirmatively.

"Ao...!" A roar suddenly came from the surface, which was the dissatisfaction of the Destroyer. Heavy steps stepped on the soft land, creating an infinitely extended turtle pattern.

"It seems that I have to teach it to be polite and then be a human again." In front of women, men sometimes have more desire to perform. Dismusk looked at Sif's golden hair and looked at the Destroyer with no concern.

"Okay, sir, then I'll let you see if you let it learn to be a human being, or if it helps you to be polite." Sif's blade stopped and watched Dismusk's performance with his arms held.

Dismusk smiled, and the next moment, his figure suddenly became blurred, like a blue lightning flashing across the ground and stirring up a burst of yellow wolf smoke, refracting and heading straight for the metallic luster.

A dazzling blue light suddenly flashed on the surface of the ground. The thunderous momentum was like a roaring train, hitting the darkness of metallic luster without any obstacles.

The figure that was leaving at a rapid speed seemed to be repeating the trajectory of the big fat man with red beard just now.

As the sandstorm was gone, Dismusk gradually became much clearer. He casually patted the dust that did not exist on the suit, raised his eyebrows at the lady and said, "It's too simple, it's weak!"

"Hey, a little white-faced person, underestimating the enemy will suffer a great loss. The Destroyer is a representative of Asgard's cutting-edge technology, especially the metal shell is a rare metal in the universe~" Redbeard came to Sif and said unhappy at the stinky fart Dismusk.

The Destroyer, who was knocked out of the deep pit on one side, made a crackling sound in silver gray, as if responding to the praise of the red beard. The chest that was knocked out of the sunken is instantly restored to normal, and the smooth curve outlines the luster of the metal.

"It's really not that simple~ Asgard~" Dismusk turned his head and muttered, but suddenly a flash of lightning flashed through his mind. Asgard was mentioned by the red beard just now... "Asgard represents the Nordic gods, and they actually descended to the earth..."

"Be careful...!" Just as Dismusk was stunned for a moment, Sif, who was beside him, raised his eyebrows and warned loudly.

Dismusk was suddenly shocked and hurriedly looked up. In the eyes of the Destroyer, a fire dragon that rushed out like hell roared.

Feeling the heat that was so close, Dismusk pushed forward with both hands, and golden light rose all over his body, and a layer of crystal clear light covered his whole body.

CrystalWall

The roaring fire dragon in front of him suddenly became much blurred, and a transparent wall like ice blocked the extension of the fire dragon.

"Huh~" Sif narrowed his eyes and exclaimed.

"The intensification of physical potential, this light, is the guardian warrior who only belongs to her in this world." The powerful blonde man came to Sif's side, and the Nordic warriors gathered together.

"Tor, you mean he comes from the Saint Seiya of Athena!" Sif asked uncertainly.

The blonde man named Thor nodded silently and stared silently ahead.

At this moment, the mood of the warriors from Nordic Europe was undergoing subtle changes. On the one hand, they represented the highest technological destroyer of the Nordic god Asgard, and on the other hand, they were the Saint Seiya, the master of the earth under the "Gods civilization". The battle between gods was actually a wonderful start from the agent...

On the battlefield, Dismusk was surprised to find a terrible fact. The crystal wall pushed out between his hands did not cause the other party's flame to rebound back as before, but was a kind of counter-consuming consumption similar to ice and fire, and the mutual repulsion and offset between the two energies.

Endless flames ejected from the Destroyer's eyes, and endless flames seemed to be hidden in the dark metallic luster.

The light around Dismusk is getting thicker and thicker, and the golden light condenses into more simple things. It is obviously a manifestation of the constant burning appearance of the small universe.

However, the thickness of the crystal wall supported by Diss' hands was getting thinner and thinner. The water on the mirror kept flowing to maintain the smoothness and toughness of the overall surface. However, the crazy advancement of the flames made all the recovery more futile. Obviously, the power supplemented by Dissmusk's small universe combustion was not as strong as the flames in the metallic luster.

A drop of sweat couldn't help but scratched from his forehead to his nose. Dismusk hadn't experienced such a challenge for a long time. Obviously, this man was forced into a dilemma. If he resisted this way, he would be melted by the other party's flames. If the crystal wall was removed, at such a close distance, the fire dragon would swallow everything in that moment. The longer he waited, the greater the crystal wall melted, the more unfavorable the situation was for Dis, and he lost the opportunity to leave.

"The little white-faced face is too big. He is very confident in his abilities. He thinks that he can fight the Destroyer with his own energy. However, he doesn't know if the "Divine Character" of the Destroyer's body is a main god's "divine character"... In a sense, he is fighting with God, although God has no subjective consciousness..." Red Beard shook his head and said.

"Thor, do we need help?" Sif turned around and looked at the blonde man. The mighty man was taller than Sif.

"The target of the Destroyer is me, and our brothers should have a result." Thor looked at the Destroyer who kept spitting fire. He knew that behind the distant back, a thin man controlled everything about the Destroyer.

"Vostag, go and help him!" Sif tightened the sharp blade in his hand, remembering Dismusk's rudeness just now, and the magic weapon returned to the sheath.

Red Beard was stunned, then he took the big axe and said, "Okay...!"

However, the battle scene suddenly changed. Dismusk made a ruthless move, and he supported the crystal wall with one hand, and then shook the mirror like a picture, with rippling ripples, and a crystal wall turned into another.

With a "crack...", the mirror was broken, and Dismusk's figure retreated quickly, and his other hand was not idle, slapped the melted wall hard at the swallowed fire dragon.

The sound of "Peng..." was so earth-shaking. A magnificent yellow sand was blown up in the center of the explosion, spraying it around like a sandstorm.

There was a yellow sand rain in the sky, dripping on Dismusk. He was burned and torn in a black offensive suit. At first glance, he thought he was a beggar.

Although Dismusk looked miserable, he was in good spirits. He glared at him, and the green flames burst out in his eyes. Seeing the Destroyer walking out of the sand and rain, he was about to pounce on him.
Chapter completed!