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"I'm very satisfied..."
Ghost Rider suddenly seemed to have learned to speak.
He looked at his own burning skull reflection in the rearview mirror, and the completely modified vehicle behind him. This was no longer a motorcycle—it was clearly a steel monster engulfed in flames.
There is no engine.
But then the engine roared. Ghost Rider twisted the throttle, and the front wheel of the hell machine unexpectedly carved out two streaks of lava, instantly cracking the concrete floor of the garage.
“Ian Kent…he is guilty!”
Ghost Rider's voice was like rolling lava from hell, deep and hoarse. The front wheel of the motorcycle suddenly lifted off the ground, and hellfire spread along the body, engulfing the entire Hades chariot in flames. The garage wall was smashed open, bricks and wood chips flying everywhere, and Ghost Rider rode the burning motorcycle into the street.
The motorcycle's tires plowed two charred tracks into the ground. A trail of flame stretched long in the night, like a path to hell. Passersby screamed in terror and scattered, some even kneeling and making the sign of the cross, but the Ghost Rider made no stop.
His skull turned into the distance, and hellfire locked onto the target's aura.
That is.
In a void.
Ian had no idea what he was about to gain.
He was still rejoicing at his discovery of the wild Eternal Spear, a dim spear silently hovering, while he was engaged in a fierce internal struggle.
"Whoever finds it owns it, that's the law of the ocean wrecks!" Ian wanted to keep it for himself, but as his status rose, his increasingly aloof image made him somewhat conflicted.
"If only Odin would speak up and help me out of this predicament, and say he would give it to me!" Ian knew he still had to go find Thor and Thor's missing father.
He would eventually need some reward for finding the missing person, and perhaps this gun would be a good reward.
It's really cool.
Ancient runes flowed from the spearhead, and the spear shaft was entwined with the patterns of the World Tree's branches—Odin's eternal spear, Gungnir, had somehow been abandoned in this chaos.
Perhaps Odin was kind-hearted and chose to release the Eternal Spear, just like releasing a Pokémon. If that's the case, Ian would definitely give Odin a thumbs up.
"It's a good time to try out new skills."
Ian knew he was looking for someone, so when he saw the Gun of Eternity, he immediately had a mind-blowing idea: this gun might not just be a weapon, but also a fully automated navigation device.
I saw.
Ian stepped forward.
He picked up the spear.
Gungnir, the spear of Thor, is Thor's father's weapon. Some believe the name comes from the sound it makes, signifying the act of "piercing." It does indeed possess the attribute of piercing. This spear is the possession and symbol of power of Odin, the chief god of Norse mythology.
It can be said to be the pinnacle of Asgardian "rune technology," incorporating some of the dwarven's finest craftsmanship. The spear's power is both simple and formidable.
It's basically a gun that "always hits its target with every throw," a legendary weapon that never misses, capable of piercing anything it hits before automatically returning to its owner's hand.
Such a sure-hit-kill attribute would be an invincible weapon in the hands of a warmonger, but in Ian's hands, he could naturally unlock other uses for it.
kill?
That would be a terrible waste!
The most worthwhile direction to develop is an automatic pathfinding and navigation system that is even more advanced than new energy vehicles. With this gun, Mom will never have to worry about anyone getting lost again!
"Beautiful spear, with your beauty and power... pierce Thor's buttocks!" Ian, a meticulous person, chose a relatively safe path.
The buttocks are the only part of the human body that doesn't deserve protection.
Even if a child is pierced once or twice, the injury isn't serious. That's why most parents spank their children. So Ian's thinking is truly very kind.
No one could find fault with Ian. He whispered a seductive command to the spear, forcibly activated it, and then hurled it away.
[Whisper] Effective.
The Eternal Spear suddenly trembled violently, and the runes on its body lit up with a scarlet light one after another. The once solemn divine weapon now exuded an almost frenzied battle intent.
"call out--!!"
The divine spear transformed into a meteor, traveling at a speed capable of tearing through dimensions, carrying god-slaying power straight in a certain direction. As for Ian, he hitched a ride.
He first used Flash to close the distance and then rushed out, grabbing the back of the Spear of Eternity and quickly climbing up, mounting Odin's weapon.
In ancient times, there were sorcerers who rode brooms.
Now Ian rides the eternal spear.
It's perfectly reasonable; people in the new era should have new-era transportation.
A smart system far superior to any Pangu, Zeus, or Jehovah's car engine was at work, with a spear trailing a tail of light and Ian manually installing a seat tearing through the void.
In this lifeless world where there was no sense of direction, it still showed its reliability, carrying Ian across countless distances straight to Thor.
I saw.
It flew for about a few hours.
Ian could already see the clearly visible... Thor's buttocks.
Chapter 177 The Prelude to Diversity! Ian's Mistake!
in nothingness.
Thor is carrying two unconscious bodies—one is his father Odin, whose soul is temporarily trapped in the body of Loki, the king of the frost giants.
The other body is naturally Loki, the king of the Frost Giants. At this moment, this enemy is using the body of the Asgardian god-king, but he is also in a coma.
"This thing looks like an exit?" Thor didn't know how long he had been searching in the void, but he finally found the only place in this void that looked like an exit.
It was a giant gate suspended in mid-air, which looked really out of place.
There is no light, no sound, no up or down, no time. Only floating fragments of light, like cosmic dust, slowly rotate in absolute silence.
In the center of this desolate place stood a door. It was hard not to wonder if Thor was wondering if the exit to this mysterious dimension lay just outside that door.
"Is this damn door even an exit?" Thor knocked on the bronze giant door floating in the void with Mjolnir. The ancient runes on the door emitted a faint white light, which quickly went out.
It was as if Thor hadn't used the right key. He was pondering whether to use Mjolnir to deliver a "force breakthrough" to the door when he suddenly heard a familiar whooshing sound behind him.
“Swish swish~~~”
What a reassuring sound!
If it weren't for the murderous intent, Thor would have simply cried out, "Uncle Gunslinger, save me!" But now, Thor sensed a murderous intent in that familiar sound of air being torn apart.
"The Eternal Spear is going to kill me?!"
Thor whirled around, only to see a golden light tearing through the void, hurtling straight toward him! His pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints. In 0.01 seconds, countless possibilities flashed through Asgardian minds filled with tears and regret.
Is Loki controlling Uncle's body to kill me?
Or is it that my real father, who is in a coma, can't stand my stupidity and wants to get rid of me?
Surely the Eternal Spear couldn't have harbored rebellious intentions all along!
"Do not!!"
Thor screamed in horror as a familiar white light pierced through the void and shot toward him, its target seemingly not his heart but his weakest point—his buttocks!
As the crown prince of Asgard, no one knew the power of this gun better than Thor.
For a moment, Thor's heart trembled. However, before he could think too much, the Spear of Eternity, carrying a sharp killing intent, was already within reach.
"Ian Kent!?"
Thor only had time to catch a glimpse of the boy riding on the spear before he was so frightened that he threw the two "fathers" off his shoulders. However, the Spear of Eternity was not attracted by such a treat.
Its target was still Thor's butt. Thor quickly rolled away to avoid the first wave of attacks, but ended up tripping over himself and falling to the ground, where he could only frantically crawl on his hands and feet.
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I'm Thor, whom you watched grow up!"
Thor crawled along, howling in pain.
Although the first shot failed to hit, the value of the Eternal Spear is beyond doubt.
With a sharp turn, it abruptly changed the direction of its shot mid-air, the tip of the spear flashing with runes that promised a perfect hit, and arrived at its destination at a tricky angle.
"Pfft!"
Target hit precisely!
"Aaaaaah~ My Asgardian god butt!!" Thor's screams echoed in the void as he convulsed like a frog nailed to a specimen board.
of course.
That powerful shout was perhaps the only proof that among all those struck by the Eternal Spear, none were in mortal danger; Ian's judgment was entirely correct.
The only deviation.
Ian hadn't expected that he wouldn't be able to intercept the Eternal Spear just as it was about to arrive, as if the Eternal Spear was determined to protect its reputation for perfect accuracy.
"It was a slight miscalculation."
Ian Kent landed gracefully, glanced at the pitiful state of Thor, and immediately adopted a rescuer's stance, pretending that he was also a victim, a pitiful evil god who had been abducted by the Spear of Eternity.
"Don't panic! I'm here to help you! This damned artifact is too evil! It ambushed me, and now it's even trying to ambush my followers!" With that, he gripped the gun handle and pulled it out sharply.
"Ooooooooo!!"
Thor was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.
"No! Don't pull it out! Don't pull it out!"
Thor let out another piercing wail. He felt as if a piece of his soul had been torn away. He clutched his bleeding buttocks, tears welling uncontrollably in his eyes.
Ian's eyes were filled with accusation, as if he had been hurt a second time.
“No… I swear this time, the barbs on the spearhead grew on their own.” Ian looked awkwardly at the Eternal Spear, which was still dripping blood in his hand.
He felt that the Eternal Spear was probably settling a personal score.
The Asgardian crown prince has suffered for a long time.
Seeing blood gushing from Thor's buttocks, Ian had no choice but to think quickly. He pulled out medical supplies from his four-dimensional pocket and rushed forward to stick them directly to Thor's buttocks.
"Ultra-thin and breathable, highly absorbent, allowing you to sleep soundly all night long... My deskmate uses this brand of hemostatic bandages, and they are incredibly effective. There is absolutely no false advertising involved."
Ian contributed all the hemostatic artifacts he had left over, which showed that he did feel a bit guilty. He wouldn't normally be willing to give up such artifacts to help others.
The props were indeed worthless.