There are really not many people who can fight after being punched by the Hulk without any defense. Murdoc has the power that countless soldiers who have surrounded and suppressed the Hulk dream of.
This is something to be happy about.
"What did you do to me? Aren't you here to help Banner?"
 Betty Ross screamed in disbelief.
 Now her screams can really cause harm to others on a domestic level.
“Ms. Betty Ross, you have become another transformation target chosen by Murdoc, but now I suggest that you take Dr. Bambana and leave this place.
 Then think about how to contact your father to resolve all this."
Dr. Stern slowly walked to the other end of the laboratory, of course walking along the passage created by Murdoc.
 That's the lounge. There's a nice coffee machine in it, which Dr. Stern likes very much.
“Hello, the coffee machine isn’t broken yet.”
Dr. Stern, somewhat comically, took out the cup and poured himself a cup of coffee, then raised a glass to Banner and Betty Ross.
“Go, Hulk, this place may be more unwelcome to your presence than you think. Maybe going to an inaccessible mountain is the best place for you to hide.
 And now, Ms. Betty Ross, you are now a monster too, and there is no difference between you and Dr. Banner, except for gender of course."
Dr. Stern slowly sat on an office chair and spun around in a circle.
 The cup was full of coffee and spilled on his white coat, making him a little confused.
"As for me? Murdoc won't do anything to me, for I may be the only one he considers of his kind, even though my head is a little smaller than his."
Dr. Stern took a rag and wiped it randomly in front of himself a few times, and then pressed the control switch of the laboratory door.
"Go ahead and take Banner away from here and go anywhere. Then I never want to see you again. After all, my conscience and humanity will eventually be worn away in the face of endless knowledge. Next time, you may
You wouldn't have such good luck, Ms. Betty Ross."
 Betty Ross took a deep look at Dr. Stern, and then tried to flap her wings.
 Normally speaking, for humans, even with a pair of wings, they are not very suitable for flying.
There are a lot of papers on why birds can fly. For example, there are many studies on different bone density and enough space in the body.
 Humans do not seem to have this characteristic.
Especially after Betty Ross became the Harpy, her muscle density and other things are not much different from the Hulk.
　　Also derived from the transformation of Hulk, she is just as powerful.
“Miss Betty Ross, please go out of the laboratory before trying to fly. I don’t want the taste of dust in my cup of coffee.”
Dr. Stern covered his coffee cup with his hand and shouted, then never looked back again.
Betty Ross glanced at Hulk beside her, and grabbed Hulk's arm with her paws sadly.
 “Bruce Banner, we are all monsters now.”
 “Hulk! No! Monster!”
“Of course, we are not monsters, but there is no place for us in the city now.”
Betty Ross said this, and then left this place with Hulk.
 As their figures got further and further away, Dr. Stern took a sip of coffee silently.
"Okay, the coffee is a little cold. So Murdoc, do you still think you can be more powerful than the Hulk? Or what do you want from the Hulk?"
Dr. Stern spoke calmly, and turned his attention to Murdoc, who was lying on the ground with a deformed face.
“What I want is the fear of despair, but why is not something you should know. Although maybe my purpose will not be hidden from you for too long.”
Mordoc stood up unsteadily, walked to the coffee machine, and used his arms, which were a little too short for his head, to get himself a cup of coffee.
The Sky Hammer Seabreaker turned into a small video ornament and hung on his waist.
Of course the chains are still not restored, but that is only a matter of time.
“It’s very simple if you want me not to know everything. Just keep me out of contact with anything about you. Wisdom is not a prophecy. You must need some clues to get to the truth.”
“I need your help. Don’t you think your statement is ridiculous? You will always know, as long as you don’t know now, that’s enough.”
Mordoc wanted to sit on the other office chair, but it was too bulky for him to fit into.
 So he sat directly on the half-length table.
 “Looks like you need a special chair.”
Dr. Stern lightly turned the chair under him in a circle, looking a little provocative.
“That will happen later. They will get there. After all, this place is not far from that mountain at all.”
Mordoc was not angry about this, and things did not go beyond his plan after all.
 “Where do we go then? Receive the resources of the Third Reich? Or return to your pioneering technology riddled with holes?”
"Let's talk about it later. Now I just want to drink this cup of coffee slowly. This smell always reminds me of when I was an ordinary researcher, even though I never seemed to have done anything decent at that time.
results."
 …
 In the wreckage of Asgard, Diavolo is sitting on Odin's chair and thinking.
 He found that a small swath of humanity under his control was slipping away from his control.
 This kind of performance made him understand something.
The rules of this world have already intervened, and the good thing is that they and Diavolo are not completely opposed.
The conditions that Bulcaisuo can agree to can be given by Diavolo.
 The way some of the world's rules evolve, that's not a cost at all.
 He had obtained the corresponding information with the help of Ziren's soul, and this time he was not left behind.
 As for the fact that Prius became a human, that was what troubled him.
He and Imprius have fought against each other many times, and they have a very deep understanding of each other.
 So the courage of a person who chooses to join humanity will make him think.
 As for the poor observing frog figure, it has now become ashes on the ground.
“What are my brothers doing now? Compared to me, they don’t know what happens after courage comes.
 No, maybe I know.
 After all, Baal is as pure a hero of destruction as he is of courage, so maybe the Prius has something to do with him?”
Diavolo whispered.
He still has a lot of time now, after all, Asgard is now a completely unreachable land.
As for Venerable Tianchui's "game", he planned to continue to observe it. There were only a few chess pieces that he could play with personally.
 Don’t give up easily.
“Is Rasma the mastermind behind this? This conclusion surprises me a bit.”
Diablo said and laughed.
 He may not know much about archangels such as Israel and Malthael.
 But Rasma was an old acquaintance of his.
All the fearful people in the world cannot escape his perception, and Rasma is the one with the strongest fear.
 Even though Rathma had the power that forced him to retreat, Diavolo never took Rathma seriously.
“Rasma, what is the purpose of the balance between life and death? Of course it is not just to explore the truth of death. There may be no one in the world who understands death better than that guy Volusk.
 But how did Rasma do it?
How could he deal with Vasily and the original Bulkesso? This is wrong, this is very wrong!"
No one could hear Diablo's whispers. At this moment, Diavolo was not at all as hysterical as when he crushed the crystal dome.
 As the undisputed strongest among the three demon gods, he is the most calculating one.
To be continued...