Chapter 1026 - God-like Opponent, Pig-like Teammates

Chapter 1026: God-like Opponent, Pig-like Teammates

Without pause, the glowing head of Hogun's flail flew through the air on a long chain and slammed into the Destroyer's face.

Fandral's figure left a long trail of afterimages as he flew over, his meteor-like sword beam stabbing into the hole which the spear had created.

Then, Volstagg's great axe and Sif's longsword followed suit as they struck the hole created by the spear with all their strength.

The Destroyer's body, which had been moving freely, suddenly paused for a moment, and there was a slight explosion in its face.

Loki finally looked surprised. "You actually injured the Destroyer?"

He hadn't really obtained the right to use the Destroyer. He could only rely on the spear Gungnir which he was holding to do some basic operations.

Apart from the Destroyer's own astonishing defense and physical attacks, its other high-end abilities, which included the light beam, were basically unusable; it couldn't even bring out 5% of its overall power.

However, such a Destroyer was terrifying enough.

Loki sneered. "Too bad you can't break it. It's a waste."

The Destroyer was a divine artifact created by Odin. As long as one didn't have overwhelming power, it was as foolish as fighting a war of attrition.

As foolish as the few traitors who were struggling on their deathbed! Yes, and that small flea!

Loki slightly straightened his back and leaned back in his throne chair.

It was just a small problem. He would only be wasting a few minutes at most.

Luke, on the other hand, frowned and finally found the time to call Phil. "Didn't I tell you not to come over? Your weapons can't even scratch the surface of that android."

Phil: "It's our duty."

Luke was a little anxious. "F*ck duty, this is just looking to die! Stay away; the Asgardians can deal with it themselves."

Phil was silent for a moment, before he finally relented. "Alright, I'll wait five minutes. But you should get out too. You're not its target."

Mind racing, Luke quickly made a decision. "Fine."

At that moment, Destroyer was being pressed to the ground by the Warriors Three and Sif. This was the best time to withdraw.

He was the one who had created this opportunity to counterattack, so this couldn't be considered running away.

Secondly, Thor still had a constipated expression on his face. He would probably awaken the power of his ancestors later, and prove again that even a 'god' had to rely on the power of his ancestors.

If he didn't leave now, when could he? Luke changed directions in the pickup and sped toward the hill.

Immediately, his expression turned ugly.

More than 200 meters to his left, seven or eight SHIELD black SUVs rushed down the road on the other side of the hill, heading straight for the concrete maze.

Luke asked Phil, who was still on the line, "What's going on? Why are your people still approaching?"

"That's not under my order." Phil immediately asked his men about the situation.

A few seconds later, he said in an angry voice, "It's Sitwell. He's taken three teams with him."

As for whether or not this Agent Sitwell was trying to steal credit or the spoils of battle, Phil didn't say.

Luke was too lazy to guess. He said, "Then don't be as stupid as him."

Phil: "…I'm sorry, but those are my men."

If it was just Sitwell, Phil might have given up on such an idiot.

But Sitwell also had a dozen SHIELD agents with him, and Phil couldn't ignore them.

Luke couldn't help but curse WTF in his heart, but he spoke even faster. "Dragging his teammates in at a critical moment like this - it's best for this sort of person to just die."

Phil said nothing, and suddenly cut the connection.

Luke slapped the steering wheel, his face grim.

One shouldn't be afraid of a god-like opponent, but of a pig-like teammate; this was the truth of the ages.

Luke was good at being a teammate.

Just now, he had simply relied on dozens of shots to create a good opportunity for Sif and the others, and they didn't need to look out for him at all. This could only be described as a miraculous operation..

But what was up with that idiot Sitwell? Didn't he understand that a skinny elephant could still crush a large group of ants just by moving its body?

Moreover, the Destroyer was still a long way from death! This kind of brainless idiot was just serving his own head up on a platter.

The most important thing was that he had gone against orders and even brought a bunch of men with him to deliver their own heads.

Looking at the surveillance feed, Luke saw more than twenty cars coming down from Phil's side. His mind raced, and the pickup suddenly changed directions and drove into the shrubs.

In a few seconds, seven or eight SUVs arrived at the turn, separated from him by a hill.

Luke gently pressed the fire button.

Thump thump! Thump thump! Thump thump!

Rhythmic, consecutive shots sent mud and rocks flying in all directions. The ferocious recoil caused the heavy body of the modified pickup to tremble as it was pushed back.

There was the sound of tires screeching on gravel.

Luke dialed Phil's number again, and the call went through two seconds later. "If you dare come down, I'll burst all your tires."

Phil: "You… This is obstruction of official duty. You'll be charged."

Luke chuckled. "I'm sorry. I'm the law around here, and I have the power to deal with emergency situations here. If you have any objections, please contact my superior, Robert, and ask him to call me."

Even experienced and calm Phil couldn't help but rub his head. He felt that his hairline would definitely recede another two centimeters when he went back after this.

Even worse, he couldn't call Robert or charge Luke.

So, the dozens of agents which Phil had brought with him were temporarily stuck halfway on the slope of the hill.

Two minutes after Luke left the battlefield, the situation at the concrete maze had changed drastically.

Phil and Luke stopped talking almost at the same time and looked at the surveillance feed.

When Luke noticed Phil and went to stop him, the Warriors Three and Sif didn't stop attacking.

They knew that it wouldn't be easy for the four of them to destroy the Destroyer, but they could try to make it malfunction and greatly weaken it.

Now was the best moment since the start of the battle.

For a time, the four of them didn't need to communicate much. They took turns tacitly and continued to pry open the Destroyer's head.

The Destroyer also suffered the greatest damage since the start of the battle.

Eve's spear was the only true divine weapon that had been blessed by the Allfather Odin. It was a reward that Odin had bestowed upon her for her loyalty to Thor for many years.

It was also the only weapon that could compete with the Destroyer.

The reason Sif was "struggling slightly" was because this spear wasn't as high-end as the Destroyer. The spear focused mainly on breaking through defenses, and had a slight "suppression" effect.

Destroying the Destroyer would require a combination of magic power and weapons. The ensuing explosive offensive power would be able to overcome the Destroyer's durability.