A Mortal's Arrow, Forbidden for Gods! Hulk: Great Mighty Dragon!

The skies over New York were disrupted by attacks from Super Saiyan Hulk and Thor.

The wind was as sharp as a knife.

Loki snapped the arrow in his hand and gave Hawkeye a disdainful smile as he looked at the Empire State Building atop the tower in the distance.

The arrow was just an ordinary arrow and posed no threat to him.

"God? You can't escape my sights!"

Barton was not angry and reached for his waist.

There were no high-tech arrows there, only an ugly piece of alloy shrapnel.

This is a souvenir left behind by Natasha when she used the Mad Diamond to knock the water out of his brain on the mothership.

It is neither sharp nor standard.

But it is imbued with the power of this mad diamond and the rage of Patton, an ordinary man.

"Loki..."

This arrow was not for justice.

All for the humiliation of being a puppet on strings for three days.

In the distance, Loki piloted his single-soldier aircraft, frantically scurrying through the shadows of skyscrapers like a startled fly.

This guy is clever; he flies close to the glass curtain wall, using the reflection to avoid being seen.

"Turn left, Stark Tower annex, wind speed 12."

Patton narrowed his eyes. Jarvis wasn't needed; at this distance, muscle memory was the most powerful ballistic computer.

Crunch!

The specially made bowstring was fully drawn.

collapse!

Barton loosened his fingers, and the dull string notes exploded in the wind.

The less-than-perfect arrow flew from the bow, tracing an extremely illogical arc in the air.

It didn't head straight for Loki, but instead shot towards a blank void in front of Loki.

……

"Those lunatics! Those monsters!"

Loki gripped the control stick of the aircraft tightly, his once noble and elegant face now filled with terror.

He glanced back.

The giant of light is dismantling Leviathan, and the golden-green Saiyan Hulk is tearing apart a warship with his bare hands.

Is this courtyard a place for people to stay?

This is practically a training ground for Ragnarok in Asgard!

"As long as we escape... as long as we have the Rubik's Cube..."

Loki yanked the control stick, and the aircraft made a maximum upward pull in the air, attempting to bypass the GG sign on the building ahead.

This is a perfect evasive maneuver, enough to shake off any tracking missile.

But just as Loki was halfway through his ascent, and his figure was just exposed above the GG sign...

Whoosh!

An inconspicuous arrow, as if it had been waiting there for a long time, pierced the aircraft engine with perfect accuracy.

It's just a coin-sized notch.

boom!!!

The engine core exploded, and black smoke billowed out along with flames.

"No!!"

Loki let out a scream.

The powerless aircraft tumbled violently in the air before crashing heavily onto the rooftop terrace of the Empire State Building in the distance.

Zi la la!

The metal scraped against the marble floor, sparks flying, leaving a charred trail tens of meters long.

Clang.

Loki rolled out of the wreckage, his Asgardian armor covered in scratches, and his golden horn helmet, a symbol of royal power, was askew, making him look ridiculous.

"Damn... mortals..."

Loki, covered in dust and dirt, struggled to his feet, feeling as if every bone in his body was protesting.

As a god, when has he ever suffered such injustice?

Just as he reached out to grab the scepter of the mind that had fallen not far away, the entire building suddenly trembled violently.

It wasn't the vibration from an explosion.

It feels more like a giant object crashing into a building.

Boom! ! !

The reinforced concrete of the terrace was cracked, with spiderweb-like cracks extending all the way to Loki's feet.

A large patch of golden-green shadow was cast down.

Under the light, Loki could only see his own shadow rapidly spreading forward.

He swallowed hard, then turned his head away shakily.

The smoke and dust cleared.

A green figure, three meters tall and engulfed in golden flames, slowly straightened up.

Super Saiyan, Hulk.

He put his hands together in a very standard monk's posture.

On those terrifying latissimus dorsi muscles, a golden dragon tattoo across his shoulder appeared and disappeared with each breath, radiating a chilling aura of power.

Those once raging emerald eyes were now crystal clear.

It was the indifference of someone who had seen through the world's illusions, and the wrathful majesty of a Vajra.

"Gurgle."

Loki swallowed hard and instinctively shrank back.

As one of the targets of the plan, he naturally knew about the Hulk's abilities.

Not to mention, the Hulk in front of us has clearly evolved and is stronger!

The feeling he got from this monster had completely changed.

That's not just about power, but also about crushing each other in terms of realm.

"That look in his eyes..."

Loki gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stand up despite the fear that came from the depths of his soul.

He is the prince of Asgard!

He is the king of the Nine Realms!

How could I possibly show weakness in front of a green beast?

"Enough!!"

Loki roared, his voice sharp and piercing with fear.

"You lowly ants! I am God! I am destined to rule..."

Hulk didn't say anything.

He simply watched Loki silently, as if he were watching a grasshopper hopping around in front of a Buddha statue.

That kind of disregard broke Loki's defenses even more than a beating.

"Look at me!!!"

A cunning glint flashed in Loki's eyes.

Taking advantage of Hulk's inaction, he rolled over, picked up the Mind Scepter from the ground, and then suddenly lunged forward.

Once you're touched by the Scepter of the Mind, no matter what you are, you'll have to obey!

"Kneel down!!"

Loki grinned maliciously, and the Mind Stone at the tip of his staff, emitting a ghostly blue light, slammed into Hulk's forehead.

He was waiting.

I look forward to seeing the clarity in this big guy's eyes disappear, and him once again become his loyal lackey.

Ding.

A crisp, pleasant sound of impact.

There was no energy erosion as expected.

A pale golden aura appeared out of thin air just an inch from where the tip of the staff touched Hulk's forehead.

A calming mantra!

The Mind Gem's violent energy crashed into this seemingly thin protective barrier, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, not even causing a ripple.

Loki's smile froze.

"This...how is this possible?"

He stubbornly poked it twice more.

Ding!Ding!

It remained completely still.

Hulk maintained his clasped hands posture, without even blinking.

"donor."

Hulk finally spoke.

His voice was deep and resonant, with a metallic quality that carried its own reverberation, echoing at the top of the building.

"How can one become a god if one's mind is not at peace?"

Loki was completely dumbfounded.

Is that a line you should be saying?!

Before Loki could react, Hulk moved.

There were no fancy moves, just a single step.

A green hand emerged like five fingers, ignoring Loki's wildly waving scepter and his attempts to dodge.

Snapped.

Hulk's large hand firmly gripped Loki's ankle.

That kind of power was something Loki's small arms and legs simply couldn't withstand.

Loki felt the world turn upside down, and he was lifted upside down in mid-air by Hulk.

Hulk's green face drew closer to Loki, a mocking smile spreading across his face.

"god?"

Hulk exhaled two streams of golden hot air from his nostrils, a sign of his utter disdain for the title.

next second.

Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Physical Salvation!

boom! ! !

Hulk swung his arm and slammed Loki hard into the ground on his left.

The top floor of the building was instantly smashed into a crater half a meter deep.

Rock fragments flew everywhere, and Loki's scream was swallowed back into his stomach before it could even escape his lips.

But this is only the beginning.

boom! ! !

right.

boom! ! !

left.

boom! boom! boom!

Hulk's movements even created afterimages.

Each swing of the arm was accompanied by a bone-chilling thud and the entire building trembled.

Loki was like a mop being wildly swung and repeatedly washed on this terrace.

That seemingly indestructible physique had become his greatest curse.

If it were an ordinary person, they would die on the first hit and be freed.

But he won't die.

He could only consciously feel the excruciating pain from each impact, the tingling sensation of his internal organs shifting, and the despair of his dignity as a god being repeatedly rubbed against the ground.

Li Ang, who was in the distance, had almost finished his bucket of popcorn. Watching this brutal scene, he couldn't help but marvel.

"This rhythm is even more energetic than the original!"

"It would be a waste of this impactful combat if it weren't accompanied by background music."

at last.

Hulk's arm stopped.

He let go.

Loki lay limply at the bottom of the pit, like a piece of chewed gum.

His once magnificent battle robes were now just tattered rags, his face was covered in bruises, and his eyes were still rolling around unconsciously.

"Waaah..."

Loki let out a faint, almost inaudible groan, as if trying to say something.

But he could only make a sound like a bellows leaking air from his throat.

Hulk straightened up, patted non-existent dust off his palms, and straightened his non-existent robe.

He turned around, his back to Loki in the pit, leaving behind an extremely imposing and pretentious silhouette.

"What a weak god."

Hulk uttered a few words calmly, then clasped his hands together.

"Namo Amaterasu".