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370 Rasma and Marthael low profile guarantee(1/3)

"Although it's a bit presumptuous, can you send me to Harrogath now? I have something to confirm."
 Doctor Who said to Nick Fury.
 He felt the appearance of a being that was somewhat similar to himself, and he was certain that the place was Harrogas.
 But without the help of the TARDIS, he had to rely on others to get through.
 “We are fighting!”
 Rumlow raised the hammer and shouted without looking back.
 “It’s more important to deal with the matter at hand first.”
Steve said the same thing.
Those souls began to take action and gain energy.
 The High Heavens took away the souls they needed, but the Burning Hell is now on lockdown.
Baal will not send anyone to collect these souls.
 This was something that Tyrael, who was by his side, could guarantee.
“So do you have a flying vehicle here? It’s best to have an automatic pilot.”
Doctor Who pointed the sonic screwdriver in his hand at Nick Fury's tablet.
 He has made a decision and no one can convince him.
 “Yes, but you are still under interrogation.”
Nick Fury winked, and John Wick reluctantly walked to Doctor Who's side.
Although Nick Fury himself has the ability to solve this problem, once he takes action, he will lose his mystery as a leader.
 How "powerful" he is is also a secret.
“Oh? Are you going to use force? To be honest, I am not something ordinary people can control.”
Doctor Who smiled, while Clara and Amy behind him were a little flustered.
 Then a pistol was thrust into his waist.
 “Of course, except those with weapons.”
 Doctor Who is still smiling.
 There would be trouble here soon, he was sure of it.
 So temporary tolerance will not have any bad consequences, it has always been the case.
"hurry up!"
 Steve hit a soul rushing towards him with the shield in his hand, knocking the guy with "I am a bad guy" written all over his face into a ball of debris.
 “I’m working hard!”
 Rumlow roared as he stuffed the hammer in his hand into the mouth of a soul.
His body is still a little weak, but he can barely wield the weapon without any problem.
 At the same time, Loki finally appeared in the laboratory where the Cosmic Cube was stored.
 The scepter in his hand was pointed at the busy researchers.
 This is a great time.
SHIELD has no spare capacity to control these, and the military is constantly putting pressure on SHIELD because of the disappearance of General Ross.
No one will care about him, Loki can do whatever he wants.
 Click!
 A metal block fell to the ground, making a sound that was only slightly similar to thunder.
 But it was enough to give Loki a shiver.
 Then he shook his head and smiled.
His brother does not have Mjolnir in his hand, and making thunder is not something he can do now.
Loki laughed at his own timidity with a bit of bitterness in his eyes.
 As a mage, he did not gain nothing from the teachings of the Supreme Mage.
Now his consciousness can only control his body to make some unimportant things, such as a look or a smile.
 The body is still under Thanos' control.
 A mage who cannot speak independently is like a doll.
 At this moment, he remembered the comment "What a weak god" and could only feel sad secretly.
 Loki's body killed the researchers without a word, and left the scene with the cosmic imitation in his hand.
Just after he left this place littered with corpses, a portal was opened.
Thor's strong body was hung with a butcher's cleaver, and he appeared here leading Hela.
 “What’s going on?”
Thor said this as he looked at the corpse.
 He gritted his teeth.
He followed the portal opened by Loki's breath of power, but now the remnants of Loki's power on the corpse seemed to be taunting him.
 “Loki! What have you done!”
Thor roared with anger.
 Hela behind him grabbed his arm and told him to calm down.
 She already knew what Loki was like from the exchanges between her siblings.
 But what is happening now does not seem to be the move of a god of mischief.
 There must be something fishy about this.
“Sister, I understand, I won’t lose my cool!”
Thor looked at the shocked corpses and clenched his fists.
 It is one thing to believe one's brother, but another thing to prove!
Thor took off his weapon from his waist. He is going to another place now!
 Originally, I wanted to go with Loki, but now I have to change my plan.
The Lord Skyhammer Tyr the Destroyer of Wills!
Thor learned this news from Leia that he found hard to believe.
He wants to take back his power, take back Mjolnir and his hammer brother!
"Let's go then. I also want to see if Tire has made any progress in these years."
Hela smiled, her eyes a little cold.
She no longer resents Thor, nor does she have any ill feelings towards Loki.
 But Tire is different after all!
 The god of war, the god of justice and justice!
 What a great title!
Tir said nothing while she was being held captive by Odin, and even applauded her!
Tyr was not the brother she acknowledged.
 And now, she has a legitimate reason to collect debt from that bastard Tyr!
 “Let’s go, sister! Take back everything I have and fulfill that prophecy!”
Thor said with his teeth bared.
With firm eyes, he opened a portal again!
To be continued...
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