Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

This time, the crisis from swallowing stars was solved in such an incredible way, even Qian Song himself found it incredible.

When Qian Song, Gao Tianzun, and Ganata returned to the head of Tunxing from the deep underground, Sol was still standing there.

Sol's face was solemn, he didn't say a word, and he didn't know what he was doing.

"What's wrong with you?" Qian Song asked.

Thor didn't answer, staring intently at the shadowed corner ahead.

Qian Song followed his gaze, and saw a figure appearing on a relatively smooth stone in the corner.

It should be said that it is just a ghost image.

Rocky.

Qian Song immediately understood the reason for Sol's serious expression. After all, his dear brother was already dead, and was strangled to death by Thanos in front of him.

This phantom of Loki is obviously looking at Thor, and maintains his iconic evil smile. He is wearing a black robe and leaning against the boulder.

Qian Song could tell that he had no entity, nor was he a ghost, it was probably just a projection.

The key point is, even if it is a projection, why is it so coincidental that it is projected to the planet Saka, and it is also projected to Thor's side?

Therefore, this must not be a coincidence, but intentional.

Loki, or someone pretending to be Loki, located Thor's location and deliberately "appeared" in front of him, pretending to be a ghost.

Sol bent down, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it at Loki. The stone passed through, hit the boulder, and bounced away.

Sol has experienced this scene many times, and most of the time, the stone will pass through Loki's magical phantom, just like now.

"Magic." Thor's voice was a little dry.

This is indeed magic, the same type of magic projection as his brother.

This kind of magic cannot be cast from a long distance, so the person who cast this magic must be nearby.

Qian glanced at Sol and sighed softly.

Sure enough, there was a deep brotherly love. In addition to vigilance, there was more hope in Thor's eyes.

Even if there is only a one-in-a-billion possibility, Thor also hopes that Loki was not actually killed by Thanos at the time, it was just his usual trick.

Gao Tianzun was in a very bad mood. He had no interest in watching the show here at all. He glanced at the top of the unconscious Swallowing Star's head from the corner of his eye and left immediately with a teleport.

He doesn't care if he wants to fight or fight.

Ganata is warm-hearted. She surfed the Internet a lot when she was on Earth, and she has heard a lot of stories about Thor, so after seeing Loki's phantom, her eyes turned purple. Light, looked around for a while like a scanner, and finally stared at Tunxing's huge helmet and whispered: "There, there is a magician hiding."

As soon as the words fell, Thor on the side picked up the Storm Axe and flew directly over.

Behind the huge halberd wing on the right side of the star swallowing helmet, Thor saw the "magician" in Ganata's mouth.

This magician was indeed exactly like Loki, but Sol could tell at a glance that this was not Loki, at least not the younger brother he knew.

There is no reason for this judgment, it is just based on intuition.

Sol and Loki have been in love and killing each other for too many years, and they know every detail, micro-expression, eyes and temperament, and even the smell of their younger brother.

"Who are you?" Thor asked sharply. With this question, the Storm God Ax in his hand shone with lightning.

"Who am I?" The fake Loki was not afraid of Thor's divine power. He sneered: "Originally I wanted to be more tactful, but since you are so emotionless, I will tell you directly."

"The Twilight of the Gods is the fate of Asgard, and you led most of your tribe to escape from Asgard. They should have been killed by the fire giant Surtur's sword of destruction together with Asgard. If you kill them all, then your destiny will be fulfilled."

"Thor's Twilight of the Gods is also the fate of all members of Asgard. Your father, mother, brother, friends, subordinates, and all the people of Asgard should not survive after the Twilight of the Gods."

"Do you think you can escape with the so-called people by taking a lucky break? Then you are too naive, even more naive than your father."

"Have you ever thought about a question? Your power was given by Odin and Asgard. So where did Odin's power come from? What virtues and abilities does he have? He has the power that once disdained the nine realms or... , where is the origin of your Asa clan?"

The fake Loki asked a series of questions, and the more Thor listened, the more difficult it was for him to calm down.

"If you want to know the answers to these questions, just return to your destiny. Go to Earth, kill the remaining Asgardians with your own hands, and then commit suicide. Let this round of Ragnarok come to a complete end. "

"Innocent boy, let me give you one last sentence. The proud man of heaven should drink water and think about his source. There is no power and glory, only price and transaction."

After speaking, as if provocative, this fake Loki even turned into Odin, riding his own mount, staring down at Sol with one eye.

Seeing Sol's pensive look, the impostor showed a disdainful smile, and with a wave of his scepter, his whole body shone with light, getting brighter and brighter, as if he wanted to exit the stage in such a cool way .

After the strong light passed, the smile on "Odin" froze because he found that he was still in place.

Not only that, but he also felt that a strong arm was resting on his shoulders "brotherly".

Sol is obviously just a few steps away. Who is that person holding hands with him?

"I'm done pretending, I want to leave." A voice came from his ears, and the impostor suddenly became flustered for no reason.

"Good guy, I've been scaring people for a long time and then running away. Isn't it exciting?" The voice continued to ask, and the impostor was confirmed now. The other person was sitting behind him, like a man leading a horse. Like a baby, she held him in her arms.

The counterfeit tried to break free, but found that the person holding him was like the legendary "Iron Maiden", with extremely sharp thorns all over his body. The more he struggled, the more painful he was.

"Be good, don't move." The voice was as soft as a pervert: "If you don't move, it won't hurt anymore. Be good, don't move. Just bear with it, be good."

The counterfeit succumbed, and obediently did not move, because of the bone-piercing pain, as if every cell had been pricked by a thorn, and even breathing was painful.

"Little one, tell me first, what's your name?" Qian Song's other clone crossed the horse's head, jumped on the saddle, and hugged "Odin", together with the clone behind "Odin" , hugged "Odin" into a sandwich biscuit.

Too bad it's prickly.