Space, the Rehomeer.

In the cabin of the traveling Returner, a blue light suddenly flashed.

The blue light lasted for about two or three seconds before disappearing.

Inside, after Watson disappeared into the space passage, Nick Fury turned his head to look at Talos on the couch.

"How's it going, is it right?"

Talos looked at the instrument readings in his hand and nodded silently.

"You see, I said yes, and I told you, that he is not a title, he is a real king. ”

Talos shook his head: "I just can't believe that anyone will be able to break the Cosmic Rubik's Cube. ”

"How can you be sure that the Cosmic Cube is gone?"

"If it weren't for the destruction of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, the detection instruments we made would never have failed. ”

"What if he had any other means? As far as I know, he and the god of Asgard are much more upscale than you, the down-and-out Commander of Taros.

So what are you doing looking at me, I'm not wrong, you won't be able to turn you into a flytrap back then. ”

Talos rolled his eyes helplessly, flipped the machine in his hand to the side, leaned back on the couch and took a breath, ignoring Nick Fury.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Thank you, my friend. ”

"You're welcome, don't forget to owe me $50, I haven't forgotten if you lost your bet. ”

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Nick Fury smiled and turned his head away from speaking, he had said before that he had mentioned to Talos that Watson was very approachable, and if he wanted to establish a relationship, he could just visit him.

But when Talos watched the video of Lan Mei destroying Zetari's Leviathan army with a sip of water, he didn't want to go, so he and Fury made such a plan to meet Watson, and made this bet with Fury at that time.

As for Watson's whereabouts...

Just now, when he was stunned when he looked at the deep space outside, he suddenly thought of something he had wanted to verify a long time ago.

Will he and the dragons survive in space?

What kind of physique can survive in a universe full of dangerous energy tides and cosmic rays like Thor?

The first thing that came to his mind was Leoreus.

As the top two monsters, one of the strongest combat powers, he must be pulled out to give it a try, and he has wings, and he may be able to fly in space with energy.

Needless to say, Gu Long bleated, he had to be pulled out to try, if his physique could withstand it, then Watson himself should have no problem.

As for the rest, the lower position is honest and don't look for death, what if the recovery is slow and the hiccup is directly hiccuped.

Then, there are two special monsters, the Dinosaurus and the Golden Lion.

Normally, these two goods have no wings, even if the energy level is not low, but how can they move in space?

The golden lion is a little better, as soon as his fighting talent is opened, he uses his exclusive golden thunder and lightning energy to promote, and he can see it on the bright side.

If the dinosaurus is like an ancient tyrannosaurus, does it have to keep fluttering on its two feet, and then burst out with 'dragon' energy to push itself?

It looks too strange, how Watson makes up for it, all he presents in his mind is a picture of using a scarlet 'fart' as a propulsion power.

All these and many problems lingered in Watson's heart as if they had taken root, but now there was only Leoreeus himself in his monster space.

So, he said to Fury and Talos, and went back to Dragon Island to pull the guinea pig.

Strong dragons and weak dragons, just pull them out and you'll know~

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At the same time, Warnerheim.

As sister nations of Asgard, their ties have gone on for a long, long time.

Of course, it was after the end of their war, and before that, the Warners, like Asgard, had magnificent castles, ornate palaces, and magnificent cities, and were also known as Asgard.

However, unlike the Aesir Protoss, who were willing to go to war at the beginning, the Warner Protoss pursued wisdom more than war.

So after the war, the Warner Protoss returned to the foundation of the country, choosing to celebrate the simplicity of old-school life rather than the extravagance of Asgard.

But their choice also provides a habitat for some people with bad intentions.

After Watson helped Toll quell the Elven War and sent Dragons to replicate Asgard's conquest, Warnerheim was the first place to erupt again.

In the eastern part of Warnerheim, the sound of fighting resounded in the sky.

The Asgardian army that came to support was fighting a group of cosmic marauders, and normally, the Asgardian army should be crushing the ordinary marauders, but this time was different.

The first is that fighting has broken out in the villages, and the second is the indiscriminate bombardment of their weapons, individual mortars and other weapons of range and destruction, which has forced them to prioritize the safety of civilians.

High Energy Ray Rifles, Magnetic Storm Grenades, and more can deal effective damage to Immortal Warriors, and even Snipers who are proficient in sniping.

The most important thing is that among this group of marauders, there are quite a few rare racial warriors.

For example, the powerful Crunan warriors, they are born stone people, great strength, strong defense, plus armor and heavy weapons, the average Heroic Warrior can only rely on flexible pace to attack, but with little success, but if he is hit by a mallet, it is a dead end.

"Surround them!

Boom——~

"Drink!"

Sif, riding on a tall horse, leaned back to dodge the lasers and slashed a marauder with a backhand sword that was cluttered to a Valulatory warrior, then rolled over and dismounted, turning and slamming the attacker to the ground.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and a sniper bullet hit Sif in the chest in an instant, and the huge impact directly knocked her 2 meters away.

"Ahem... Where's the weapon, this damn garbage?"

Sif got up and looked down at his chest, the dragon badge that represented friendship and glory was smoking, and although he would not have been pierced without him, the quality of the badge was beyond Sif expected.

The little sniper, who was looking for a target in the distant forest, stood up intact when he saw the person he had hit, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Whoa!"

The little man cursed, raised his sniper rifle, which was a block taller than him, and aimed again.

But just as he was about to shoot, an incomparably thick pillar of colorful light fell on the center of the battlefield.

A flying knife with green light flew out of the pillar of light and thrust it into the little man's forehead with great precision.

Immediately after, the entire battlefield resounded with a dragon roar that cheered all the Asgardian warriors.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!"