Volume 6: Secret Invasion Chapter 27 You are Thor, I am Thor, let's talk about our own
In this world, the one who can come with thunder is naturally the God of Thunder.
This guy left in anger because of the internal strife among the Avengers a few years ago and went back to Asgard alone to enjoy his life, but as Natasha and Hill had full confidence in him and expected, Thor was never absent when Midgard needed him.
However, the condition of the other lady who was brought by Thor through the Rainbow Bridge was a bit miserable. Mason saw the injured person who was sent to him a few minutes later.
Agent Hill at the bedside looked at him eagerly, waiting for the pharmacist to show his prowess.
It was obvious that the lady in front of him was seriously injured, and her special physical condition made it difficult for her to be treated with normal means.
This was indeed the truth. Even though the blood-stained woman in front of him was unconscious, the slightly out-of-control energy in her body was still restless, as if it was stuck in a previous battle and could not be calmed down.
Forget about giving her an injection. Black Panther's royal physician can't even diagnose her. Anyone who dares to get close will be burned into carbon by the out-of-control red and blue energy.
"Captain Marvel..."
Mason looked at the lady lying on the hospital bed waiting for treatment, and he could immediately tell her identity from her iconic dress.
This red and blue tights is honestly quite astringent, especially the golden rising star logo on the chest, which makes it hard to take your eyes away from her sensitive parts.
The red ribbon tied around her waist added a touch of heroism to her, but unfortunately the medal ribbon from the Nova Corps was now completely stained red with blood.
She was badly injured.
He was almost cut open from the front, with scorch marks from the fire and wounds from broken bones still on his body. The abnormal twist of his left hand was enough to make people grimace.
"It is clear that although this powerful lady's body was exhausted to the point of unconsciousness, her mind was still maintaining the intense battle that had taken place before. It is very likely that some kind of mental interference was taking effect, preventing her from calming down and healing herself."
As Agents Hill and Natasha looked on in surprise, the hat on Mason's head quickly expressed its professional opinion. After it finished speaking, it "glanced" at the two female agents with the blurred face on the hat and asked politely:
"Why? Have you never seen a talking hat before?"
The two shook their heads.
Mason took out a demulcent and a golden cup from his bag, intending to purify the drug used to calm the mind several times. Harley also contributed the plant spores from her best friend Poison Ivy.
Although this thing is toxic, it can also relieve hormonal chaos caused by mental stress.
"She needs to be weakened, otherwise the medicine cannot be used."
While waiting for the drug to be purified, Mason called over the scumbag Kang who was seducing the female heroes in the Royal Bar and asked him to take out the coral trident staff.
This thing can even store divinity, so it's easy to use it to store other powers. Besides, when fighting against Black Strange last time, Zha Kang had already used up all the energy in the trident. Now he really needs to replenish it when facing a big battle.
He rudely used his trident staff to drain most of Captain Marvel's energy, and then Mason used medicine to calm her spirit, and cleaned the lady's wounds with superb bandaging and first aid skills.
Hat's guess was obviously correct. Such a powerful female warrior has considerable self-healing ability.
As her mind calmed, it took only a few minutes for her badly injured body to heal itself, saving Mason several bottles of good medicine.
Although it is not difficult to make these epic medicines nowadays, Mason, who is an expert in thriftiness, obviously knows how to save and spend.
"She's waking up."
Mason took off his bloody medical gloves and stepped back.
A few seconds later, Captain Marvel on the hospital bed opened her eyes. She rolled over and tried to sit up, but her weak body made her fall down again with a groan.
Then, looking at the ceiling above her head, which was a combination of primitive African style and modern art, she realized that she had been sent back to Earth.
The tense heart relaxed for a moment, but then a sadness spread across the resolute face.
She told Hill and Natasha:
"With the Nova Corps and Xandar gone, the Southern Galaxy is in chaos! The Kree and Shi'ar Empires have resumed war, and it was the Skrulls who disguised themselves as assassins and assassinated important members of both sides.
The Power Stone was lost in the chaos, and when I arrived in Xandar, only ruins were left.
And the Reality Gem..."
"Wait, wasn't that gem sent to the Collector by the Asgardians for safekeeping?"
Mason chimed in:
"What are the injuries on you? No matter how powerful the Skrulls are, they can't beat you like this, right?"
"Collector? No, the Collector is long gone."
Captain Marvel rubbed his aching head and explained:
"When Star-Lord was hanging out in the Southern Galaxy, he led his Galaxy Guard to overthrow the Collector's rule over the Void. Now the regime in charge there is a group of exiles from various races.
The Collector was a prisoner they all shared, but the bastard had colluded with the Skrulls, and in exchange for their aid, he gave up the hiding place of the Reality Stone.
The whole void is finished.
All these injuries of mine were caused by that bastard using the Reality Stone. He didn't join the Skrulls and disappeared alone in the galaxy, talking like a madman about welcoming a distinguished guest or something.
He has no dignity that a cosmic elder should have."
“This is fantastic.”
Ciri, who was beside Mason, crossed her arms and pouted:
"The Power Stone and the Reality Stone will eventually fall into the hands of Perfect Ultron, and the Space Stone will soon be found by the Skrulls. Even without the Soul Stone, it will have enough power to massacre the world."
She glanced at Mason and whispered:
"The transfer door is in my office. As long as you nod..."
"If I tell you now that Perfect Ultron is not a threat at all, would you think I'm crazy?"
Mason asked her.
Ciri was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said:
"You must have your reasons if you think so. Although I can't think of the answer, considering that you have escaped from death many times, I must admit that you are capable in this regard."
"Ding~ Taming is complete! Sweetheart has made you give up thinking and accept him as your external brain. Now Mr. K lives in your brain."
Harry suddenly reached out and snapped his fingers beside Ciri's head, then tilted his head and patted Ciri's head to say hello:
"Hi, hello, sweetheart, is it crowded in this brain full of muscles?"
"Take care of your girlfriend before I beat her up and make her cry..."
The Master Hunter said this expressionlessly, but Harley paid no attention to the threat from Ciri and simply grabbed Mason's hand and blew another big pink bubble.
She was a little jealous of Ciri's silver hair, which made her look so cool, but her own hair was natural blonde, so she could barely make up for it.
"Rest, you need it."
Mason ignored the two women's open and secret struggles. Like an old military doctor, he gave instructions to the pale-faced Captain Marvel:
"The symptoms of energy weakness will subside in six hours, and by tonight you will be a superheroine who can blow up the earth with a single charge.
Regain your strength, we still need you to charge into battle."
After saying that, he took Ciri and Harry out of the treatment room, only to see a large group of people gathered in the open entrance hall of the Royal Bar, where several large screens were playing images of the Skrull fleet landing around the world.
These shameless invaders have taken over the Earth's communication network and shamelessly demanded that the rebels hiding in Wakanda surrender immediately, otherwise they will launch an extermination attack on Wakanda in twelve hours.
The sight of these aliens showing off their might on Earth greatly boosted the heroes' self-esteem.
They were all shouting and cursing, wishing they could rush out and fight those aliens to the death. Unfortunately, no one was allowed to leave the palace until the suspicion of them being replaced was ruled out.
However, while everyone in the noisy bar was indignantly accusing the alien bastards, a real "alien" was sitting leisurely in front of the bar's large and luxurious bar counter, happily chatting with another alien bartender.
Lord Thor from Asgard laughed and took a glass of cosmic brew from the friendly Thanos. After drinking it in one gulp, he slammed the glass on the table and shouted for another glass.
His cheerful expression contrasted sharply with the heavy sadness of the others.
"Isn't the Thor of this world a little too optimistic?"
Ciri raised her eyebrows and said:
"Although the Thor's time-space counterparts in different worlds are somewhat carefree, it is rare to find a Thor that is so heartless. I guess in this strange world, this Thor also has a peculiar life story?"
"He is a drunkard! When the Avengers were still around, he would always drink up a warehouse of alcohol. His frivolous personality is as strong as his drinking capacity.
This bastard is also a playboy. Not only did he pursue Natasha, he also sent me flowers.
He nicknamed himself 'Thunder and the Party King' and really, he never missed a bash that he could attend."
Captain Carter walked out from the other side of the passage with a teasing voice, accompanied by the young version of Black Bolt and his bright and charming Queen Medusa.
"Sweetheart! Look, your dad was quite handsome when he was young."
Harley shook Mason's finger and pointed at Black Bolt and exclaimed, which made Mason so angry that he raised his finger, curled it up and hit her hard on the head.
Lao Wang is not his father, he is his adoptive father...
"This Thor doesn't seem to have encountered any disputes over 'family matters', so he still maintains the unique heroism and sense of humor of the Asgardians."
Mason nodded to Captain Carter and said:
"Are the aliens ready?"
"Well, there are no Skrull bastards in Attilan."
Captain Carter waved his fist and said:
"They also understand the seriousness of the situation, so they are ready to join the war at any time."
"But please understand that my husband and I have a responsibility to our country first."
Queen Medusa, wearing a purple mask and possessing the most beautiful and exaggerated hair Mason had ever seen, spoke on behalf of her husband:
"So if the battle becomes irreversible, we will immediately retreat and transfer Attilan to the Sea of Tranquility on the Moon."
“That’s understandable.”
Mason took out a badge given to him by old Black Bolt from his arms and showed it in front of the two Inhuman royals. The royal pattern that was so familiar that it could not be fake stunned both Black Bolt and his beautiful wife.
They did not remember giving this emblem representing the title of "Earl" to a foreigner like Mason who was obviously not an alien.
"My life story is rather complicated, but you two can understand that I am the Count of 'Guardian of Attilan' from another world. This was given to me personally by another Black Bolt, and it also contains his sonic energy."
Mason explained:
"Therefore, I hope that Attilan can serve as the coalition's last resort, and take the remaining people away when all else fails."
Black Bolt did not agree immediately.
He reached out and touched Mason's emblem. The sound waves coming from the emblem made him squint his eyes. It was indeed from the same origin as him and could not be faked.
But his strength has weakened a lot, just like when he is getting old.
He and his wife looked at each other, and the next second, Queen Medusa, who was in tune with her husband, nodded and said to Mason:
"Since His Excellency the 'Guardian' Count has spoken, the royal family will naturally consider your opinion. We will make a formal response later."
Mason took back his emblem and bid farewell to the two royal members with perfect alien etiquette as the others looked on in surprise and astonishment.
"When did you become the Earl of the Alien?"
Ciri felt like she didn't know Mason anymore. She whispered:
"Aren't you a mutant? When did you become so close to the Inhumans? These guys in the Hope Council are ten times more difficult to deal with than the mutants. They are so closed-minded and stubborn that they are like rocks."
"Of course it's because the little sweetheart found a powerful Daddy for herself~"
Harley snorted complacently and took out her own Inhuman badge and shook it. Although it was only a lowest-level knight's medal, it also represented that she had become a good friend of the Inhumans.
"Okay, I'll tell you when I'm free."
Mason waved his hand and said to Ciri:
"Take your sword to my workshop and I'll help you maintain the weapon and talk about something."
"Um."
Ciri nodded and followed.
But the next moment, lightning flashed in front of the two of them, and the "Party" Thor holding a beer glass appeared in front of them. He leaned against the wall with the unrestrained attitude of a playboy and said to Mason:
"Hey, man, there's something about you that attracts me..."
"I'm sorry, I'm not gay."
Mason replied expressionlessly , causing the people around him to be stunned and then start laughing wildly.
The party god of thunder was also speechless by this unconventional answer, but he drank the beer and wiped his mouth, then reached out his hand very seriously, and Thor's hammer, which was covered with garlands, various toasts and stained with cream cake crumbs, flew into his hand with a roar.
Lightning splashed around the hammer head, and the lightning floated towards Mason like iron filings attracted by a magnet.
Now even Captain Carter could see that Thor was not here to cause trouble. To be honest, there was indeed something about Mason that attracted his thunder.
For a god with the power of thunder, this is a truly big deal.
"well."
Mason sighed.
He took out his thunder forging hammer from his bag.
The reason why he didn't contact this party thunder god was because of this reason. This thing was too hot and too troublesome to explain.
At this moment, the thunder resonance caused by the simultaneous appearance of two Thor's hammers swept across the surrounding corridors and bars almost instantly, causing bursts of exclamations.
"Oh my god! Two Thors!"
A shrill voice shouted:
"We have two Thunder Gods helping us! We will definitely win this battle!"
The crowd suddenly became agitated, and then bursts of cheers broke out.
Mason turned his head to look at Nick Fury, who was walking away from the crowd leisurely with a pinched throat. The egghead even gave him a smug look, then turned around and left to hide his merit and fame.
"I'm definitely drunk!"
Thor was also stunned, and the Thor's hammer in his hand was also stunned. Even the thunder jumping around was dancing in a confused line. After a second, Thor patted his cheek and said:
"I need to drink a little more to sober up. Why do you have a Mjolnir in your hand? It's definitely not fake. I can feel its aura is real.
Ah, damn, why do I feel like I'm a fake disguised by a Skrull?
Wait, there's something wrong with your hammer!
What are these inscriptions on it? Why do I feel the breath of the Frost Giant? It feels like my good friend Loki... Hey, don't leave, explain it clearly!"
Party Thor chased Mason towards his workshop and asked:
"Let me touch your hammer, brother. Maybe it will recognize me. Oh, I'm talking. You Midgard people really have no manners at all!"
He stretched out his hand to grab Mason's shoulder, but the moment they made contact, a black sticky substance rushed out with its fangs and claws and "bite" Thor's fingers.
The latter let out a strange cry and turned into thunder, flashing more than ten meters away. He looked in astonishment at the strange black thing on Mason's shoulder that was staring at him like a snake.
"well."
Mason sighed a second time.
This was the second reason why he didn’t want to have any contact with this Toldo. Didn’t this idiot really know how “delicious” he was in the eyes of the Black Death Sword?
Fresh Thunder Sashimi...
Wow, it smells so good.
