After video calling Coulson, Harry opened a portal and appeared at his side in an instant. Looking confused, he asked, "That 'big tin can' you mentioned—what exactly is it?"
Just then, a thunderous boom came from not far away. Coulson pointed ahead. In the center of the town stood a steel giant nearly ten meters tall, rampaging without restraint. Wherever it went, houses collapsed and smoke and dust billowed.
The moment Harry saw it, his face fell and he couldn't help cursing, "Holy crap, that's not a tin can at all—this is the Destroyer armor!"
It was the first time Coulson had ever seen Harry this shocked. Even more confused now, he hurriedly asked, "Consultant Potter, what is the Destroyer armor? Can you deal with it?"
Harry looked at Coulson like he was hearing something unbelievable and shot back, "You want me to deal with the Destroyer armor—are you serious?
"If you're not worried about Earth getting ground into powder by my magic, I can try… barely.
"But even if I can temporarily control the magic leaking out, just the collateral shockwaves from me fighting the Destroyer armor would be enough to wipe out the United States!"
Only then did Coulson truly realize how serious this was. Cold sweat seeped out across his forehead as he asked in disbelief, "Is the Destroyer armor really that strong?"
Harry looked at him like he was staring at a total country bumpkin and patiently explained, "Do you know where the Destroyer armor came from? It was originally a weapon Odin and the Asgardian gods used to fight the Celestials. It's forged entirely from top-grade Uru metal.
"And during the forging process, Asgard poured everything it had into it, permanently setting the oldest and strongest runes onto the armor itself.
"When Odin wears the Destroyer armor, he can confront a Celestial head-on. You need to understand—every time a Celestial is born, it means the destruction of a living planet. Every single one of them has universal-level might on their own.
"Even if we're talking about the Destroyer itself, if it goes full power, it can easily destroy a planet. So how exactly do you expect me to deal with it?"
Coulson: "…"
So the Destroyer armor is that terrifying?!
Right then, four strange figures in ancient armor—wielding weapons like an axe, a sword, and a spear—burst from a nearby building like lightning and charged straight at the Destroyer armor without hesitation.
Coulson watched with curiosity and quickly asked Harry, "Who are they? From the look of it, they should be from Asgard."
Harry replied, "Lady Sif and the Warriors Three—legendary Asgardian warriors, and they're extremely strong.
"But compared to the Destroyer armor, they're still nowhere close. Even if the Destroyer isn't using its full power right now, they won't last long.
"Hurry and organize your people to evacuate the civilians. I'll think of a way to deal with the Destroyer armor!"
The space around Harry suddenly warped in a bizarre way, like a smooth canvas being violently kneaded by an invisible hand. In the blink of an eye, Harry appeared beside Sif and the Warriors Three.
With a flick of his finger, the electromagnetic railgun he'd already charged fired as a streak of light. With a deafening blast, it shot straight at the Destroyer armor.
At the instant the railgun struck the Destroyer, the air around them seemed to gain weight and substance, turning viscous—so thick you could see the slowed air rippling outward like water.
However, the railgun—powerful enough to injure the Abomination—couldn't damage the Destroyer armor in the slightest.
The Destroyer merely staggered back a few steps, then steadied itself, completely unscathed.
Still, that brief retreat bought Harry a precious moment to speak with them.
"What's going on? Why is the Destroyer armor on Earth? Where's Thor?" Harry asked.
The slim, curvy goddess of land and harvest, Sif, saw Harry and her eyes lit up. She said urgently, "Loki is controlling the Destroyer right now. He wants to kill Thor and steal the throne. As for Thor… he's with a human woman named Jane Foster."
Harry's expression turned strange. He looked at Sif, spread his hands helplessly, and said bluntly, "Why didn't you stop him? If he stays with an ordinary human woman, it's never going to end well.
"Forget the massive difference in lifespan—just their physical toughness alone means they can't be together without worrying about it. Their future life is doomed to be unhappy."
If Thor got emotional and wasn't careful for even a second…
No, don't!
People will die!
Literally!
Sif's feelings for Thor were anything but ordinary. She had even dated Thor before, and even now, the love in her eyes was still intense.
And yet at this moment, Thor's entire heart and eyes were filled with that woman named Jane Foster.
Sigh. So the childhood friend really can't beat the girl who drops in from the sky. The poor goddess of land and harvest—when it came to love, she was just a losing heroine.
Wait…
Harry's thoughts shifted, and a brand-new idea popped into his head.
Sif and Thor—one was a childhood-friend loser who'd completely fumbled a great hand, and the other was a helpless victim. Looking at it that way… they were kind of perfect for each other!
So Harry sincerely sighed, "Sif, you really should try harder. From the bottom of my heart, I think you and Thor are a match made in heaven!"
Sif had no idea what was going on in Harry's head. She took it as genuine encouragement and said happily, "Really? I think so too! I'll work hard!"
Harry smiled and lightly patted her shoulder in approval.
Then he quickly reined his emotions in, frowned, and began thinking about how to deal with the situation in front of him.
There were two paths.
First, confront the Destroyer head-on—either defeat it directly or sever the connection between it and Loki.
But the Destroyer's power was absurd. Without overloading his chaos magic, it would be hard to pull that off.
Second, open a portal straight to Asgard, go directly to Loki, and stop him at the source so he could no longer control the Destroyer.
But the second choice was actually harder than the first.
If nothing unexpected had happened, Loki was now acting as king. With Asgard already under full lockdown due to the war with the Frost Giants, all rune arrays would be fully activated.
Asgard possessed advanced spatial lockdown technology. Harry couldn't open a portal directly into the palace—he could only find a landing point somewhere on Asgard's outer perimeter.
Which meant he'd have to break through layer after layer of obstacles, enduring dense bombardment from both high-tech weapons and magic, until he reached the palace core and captured Loki in one decisive move.
Leaving aside whether Harry's strength could even support a mission that difficult, the act itself would be a direct, public challenge to Asgard's authority—a slap across Asgard's face.
If he truly did it, then no matter how good Asgard's relationship with Kamar-Taj had been, it would very likely lead to armed conflict afterward—and that was the best-case scenario.
So the top priority was finding a way to cut the connection between the Destroyer armor and Loki.
If he couldn't find one, then Harry would have no choice but to defeat the Destroyer as quickly as possible—even if it meant overloading his magic at any cost!
In an instant, light shimmered around Harry. Array after array appeared around him, transforming into currents that enhanced his body.
At the same time, he began extracting life force from the Lizard Doctor and the Abomination, forcing his physical attributes to reach an unbelievable level in a short time!
Harry flicked his finger again, firing another electromagnetic railgun shot—this time drawing on even more power. The railgun became a thick bolt of lightning several meters wide, smashing into the Destroyer armor in a heartbeat.
The impact launched the Destroyer's massive body into the air in a wide arc, blasting it away.
But frustratingly, when the dust cleared, the Destroyer armor was still standing tall—without a single scratch.
Just as Harry was about to draw on even more magic until it spiraled out of control, footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.
Thor's voice came from the rear. "Harry, stop. You're not his opponent. Take Jane and the others and leave now—I have a better way!"
Harry was puzzled. He couldn't understand where Thor got the confidence to match a god with a mortal body.
He confirmed again, "Are you sure? This isn't a joke. Loki looks serious this time—he wants to kill you."
Thor nodded, face firm, and said in a deep voice, "Yes. And precisely because of that, I have a way."
Harry: "???"
After saying that, a relieved smile appeared on Thor's face. Then he walked toward the Destroyer armor step by step, steady and calm.
Halfway there, he paused and looked back at everyone. The smile remained as he said gently, "Don't worry about me. I have a way to resolve this crisis."
Sif and the Warriors Three had always trusted Thor without question. Seeing this, Fandral didn't hesitate at all, shouting immediately, "Leave it to Thor! He's never let us down!"
Harry also retreated some distance and stopped not far away.
His eyes locked onto Thor. On one hand, he was curious what Thor planned to do. On the other, if anything went wrong, he could intervene immediately and save him.
Thor took a deep breath, steadied his emotions, and continued forward.
At this moment, his face was full of acceptance. His posture was upright, and he carried an aura that felt different from before.
He was no longer the brash, arrogant "young man" he had once been. Now he seemed like a true king—without that former flamboyance and pride, his gaze calm and deep.
Step by step, he reached the Destroyer armor. Surrounded by ruined walls and shattered debris, he showed no fear. He lifted his head, met the towering Destroyer's gaze, and spoke slowly—his tone gentle, sincere, and steady:
"Brother… no matter how I've offended you, and no matter what I did to make you hate me this much, I truly beg you to forgive me. These people are innocent. Taking their lives brings you no benefit. Kill me instead. End this."
Harry: "???"
So this is the incredible genius plan you came up with?
Harry was just about to step in and forcibly save Thor—when the scene in front of him made him freeze.
The surging energy glow on the Destroyer's surface dimmed, like a candle flame being brushed by wind.
Then the massive body slowly turned…
And it actually turned away, taking heavy steps as it walked off into the distance!
No way—this actually worked?!
Bro… are you guys serious right now?
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