Chapter 41: The Magical Thief Sherlock (Part 2)
So, what was Sherlock doing while the Asgard Four were getting thrashed? He happily found a secluded spot and hid in his library to begin studying the arm of the Destroyer Armor.
Even though, in Sherlock's eyes, the Destroyer Armor still looked like a square, blocky arm, this didn't deter him from his research.
In just a short while, Sherlock roughly understood the Destroyer Armor's basic principles. It was similar to Thor's stormbreaker, in that the magic runes were engraved into the armor during its forging.
The difference was that the Destroyer Armor was made of individual plates assembled together, and as armor, it didn't have the same high requirements as a weapon.
Precisely because of this, Sherlock could clearly see the Alchemy runes inside the seemingly empty armor.
Fortunately, Sherlock had crammed a lot of knowledge about Alchemy. Although he didn't know the meaning of all the runes, Sherlock generally understood their function: energy conduction!
And the most crucial point was that the Alchemy runes and magic runes used by the Dwarves who forged weapons for Asgard had both similarities and differences compared to those in the Harry Potter World.
This was what truly made Sherlock itch with curiosity; no magician could refuse new knowledge or new applications of old knowledge!
Originally, Sherlock had only planned to steal some materials for his own Alchemy, but spurred by curiosity, he immediately decided that no matter what, he absolutely had to get the entire Destroyer Armor back.
Even if he couldn't get all of it back, he had to get the built-in energy core. Sherlock had a premonition that this energy core would be extremely useful to him.
Having made up his mind, Sherlock no longer hesitated. He immediately left his library and returned to the edge of the battlefield. But when Sherlock returned to the battlefield, he discovered that Thor had already regained his divine power.
He was in mid-air, swinging his Meow-Meow Hammer to gather the power of lightning, playing the role of a helicopter.
Knowing the plot, Sherlock's expression immediately changed. The reason was simple: Sherlock knew that in just a short while, Thor, that prodigal son, would turn his father's Destroyer Armor into scrap.
He roared, "Hammer, spare the armor!"
Sherlock immediately appeared behind the Destroyer Armor using Phantom Shift and extended his wicked hand towards the Destroyer Armor...
Well, due to his height, when Sherlock stood on the same level as the Destroyer Armor, he could only reach about below the Destroyer Armor's chest.
Because of this, if Sherlock wanted to rub off the entire Destroyer Armor, the best way was to start rubbing from the bottom up.
Although that's what he said, the action itself... well, could only be described as lewd.
One could even say that apart from what was seen in Japanese specialties, Sherlock's extremely lewd "back-rubbing" service was rarely seen in the real World, unless it was in a bedroom.
Whether it was S.H.I.E.L.D. as spectators, or Jane, Daisy Louise, and the Dr., or even the heavily injured Asgard Four, their expressions became incredibly strange.
Even Thor, who had been looking solemn in mid-air, began to look odd. For a moment, Thor even started to wonder if he shouldn't have disturbed the Destroyer Armor and that pervert below.
In the entire battlefield, the only two who probably felt nothing were Sherlock and the Destroyer Armor, who was the 'victim,' or rather, Loki, who was controlling the Destroyer Armor.
After all, Loki's entire attention was currently focused on his good friend and brother, Thor, the God of Thunder, and he didn't notice Sherlock, who was busy touching the Destroyer Armor all over from behind.
But very quickly, even if Loki didn't want to notice, he couldn't help it. Because with three consecutive thudding sounds, the Destroyer Armor's helmet, chest plate, and iron briefs became the same state as its arms under Sherlock's friction.
Loki immediately lost control of the Destroyer Armor, as if the connection had failed.
It shrunk several times, fell, and then floated above the ground, spinning continuously like an exhibit in a display case. Sherlock, quick-witted, swiftly collected the fallen armor and the remaining two large leg pieces into his library.
While Sherlock was rubbing off the armor, he also sharply noticed the location of the Destroyer Armor's energy core.
Damn it, he didn't know if Loki's skill was lacking, or if it was designed this way during forging, but the core energy of such a tall and mighty armor was actually inside the armor's iron briefs.
As he packed the armor into his library, Sherlock even maliciously imagined what Odin would look like wearing the Destroyer Armor.
Honestly, wouldn't it be terribly hot? Sherlock seemed to understand why Odin, as the God King, only had Hela and Thor as his biological children. For anyone to have two was like burning high incense, truly.
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Sherlock didn't hesitate at all. He immediately vanished from his spot using Phantom Shift and reappeared in his room the next second.
As expected, Agent Coulson was standing in the room with vacant eyes, clearly under the influence of a Confundus Charm. Sherlock didn't hesitate and started undressing, preparing for the upcoming 'civil' scene.
Outside, Thor, who had been charging his power in mid-air for a long time, was quite frustrated. After charging for so long, he was about to deliver a thunderous blow to his opponent, only to be preempted by a pervert. For a moment, Thor's face flushed with exasperation.
He could only helplessly withdraw his divine power and land on the ground to say goodbye to Jane. Since he had regained his divine power, he had to return to Asgard to deal with his mischievous younger brother.
Just as Thor and Jane were bidding an emotional farewell, Sherlock had also tidied up the scene on his end. Lying in bed, he canceled the magic and watched Agent Coulson rush to him anxiously, pulling him out of the covers.
Sherlock, whose acting was on point, looked at the anxious Agent Coulson with a completely bewildered expression.
Agent Coulson didn't hesitate either, explaining the situation in a few words and preparing to take Sherlock to a safe place.
But when the two rushed out the door, Agent Coulson was dumbfounded. There was no grand spectacle of a silver armor battling aliens; all that remained was a scarred town, smoking everywhere.
Sherlock, ever compliant, looked at the bewildered Agent Coulson with an expression like he was looking at an idiot. But the next second, Sherlock's expression changed!
His beloved car! Where was his big bird? Where did his new big bird, which he hadn't even had time to peel the film off, go? Why was there only a puddle of red molten iron on the ground?
Sherlock, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, pointed at the still glowing red molten iron on the ground and stared intently at the bewildered Agent Coulson beside him, asking,
"My dear Agent Coulson, I think I need you to give me a perfect explanation for my big bird."