Coulson looked at Sharlot, who seemed like he wanted to slip away.
He couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.
"Alright, alright, alright, a physicist, huh?
How come I didn't know that so many physicists suddenly appeared in this New Mexico town overnight?
Rumlow, take this guy down!
Put him in the interrogation room and question him thoroughly!"
As soon as he finished speaking,
large groups of S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents surrounded Sharlot.
Among them, Rumlow, who looked the most formidable, with eagle-like eyes and a lean physique, stood at the front of the team.
He was planning to seize the opportunity to pin Sharlot to the ground!
He couldn't believe it; this young man, who looked no different from a normal person, couldn't possibly be like the Golden-Haired Lion King earlier, where even a dozen people were no match?
Sharlot frowned as he saw the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents closing in.
It seemed that if he didn't show some real ability, these people would continue to pester him.
So,
Sharlot raised the nether thunder hammer above his head.
The next moment!
The sky was covered with dark clouds!
The originally bright moonlight was gone!
Only the rolling thunder hidden within the clouds remained!
Sharlot slowly ascended, raised the nether thunder hammer, and shouted,
"Thunder come!"
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Dozens of meters thick black lightning bolts struck the ground from the sky, forming huge craters like falling meteorites!
Coulson was stunned.
This was the first time he realized that black could have a shape!
These black lightning bolts, no, they couldn't even be called black lightning bolts anymore; they should be called black thunder waterfalls!
They poured down from the sky, exuding a brutal, violent aura!
Making people feel an unbearable sense of oppression even when standing far away and watching!
Next, an even more astonishing scene occurred!
Sharlot's cape, for some unknown reason, produced countless pitch-black skeleton figures!
After these skeleton figures were baptized by the black thunder waterfalls, each of them was clad in armor, held a sharp knife, and was surrounded by black electric arcs.
Originally, their more than twenty S.H.I.E.L.D. strongmen had formed a dense, airtight encirclement around Sharlot.
But these Undead Skeletons, covered in lightning, were countless, almost thousands or even tens of thousands, completely enveloping the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. temporary research facility.
It seemed they only needed a word from Sharlot to devour everyone present!
At this moment,
Sharlot, flying in mid-air, his black cape fluttering in the wind, his eyes lowered, spoke like a god, enunciating each word:
"Who! Dares! To! Stop! Me!
Who! Can! Stop! Me!"
Each word struck everyone present like a bolt of thunder.
Making no one doubt that if their words displeased this thunder-like fellow, they would die on the spot!
Coulson looked up at Sharlot's appearance, his heart filled with bitterness.
How could this happen?
He had initially thought it was just an ordinary extraterrestrial object incident, but it turned out to lead to the appearance of such a terrifying person?
This was even more terrifying than Captain Marvel in the 1990s!
Meanwhile, Thor below, looking at the rolling black thunder above his head and the Undead Skeletons all around him, covered in black electric arcs,
was already stunned.
Is this, is this still my Meow-Meow Hammer?
How can it have such a side?
At this moment, Thor, who had lived for thousands of years, felt that the thousands of years he had spent wielding mjolnir had been wasted!
He had always considered himself Thor, but now it seemed that only this Midgardian standing in the void, summoning rolling black thunder, deserved to call himself Thor!
...Ultimately,
Coulson still let Sharlot go.
Oh no, it should be said that he respectfully sent Sharlot off.
After all, facing such a terrifying individual, clearly not a normal person, only a fool would think they had the ability to keep him!
And Sharlot, very much at ease, followed Jane and her group out of the S.H.I.E.L.D. temporary research facility.
It was then that he had time to check the function description of the nether thunder hammer.
According to the system's display,
the nether thunder hammer basically inherited all the abilities of the original Mjolnir.
It could open the Bifrost Bridge to Asgard;
Under the hammer's effect, it could fly through the sky and into the Earth, possessing flight ability;
It also possessed divine power and extremely strong recovery ability.
And besides these basic abilities, the most obvious change was undoubtedly the attribute of summoning lightning.
The lightning usually summoned by Thor was mostly bright and luminous; even if it struck a person, it would only char them.
But the nether thunder hammer, after being modified by the system, summoned black lightning!
In addition to the physical body, it specifically targeted the pain of the soul!
If one was struck dead by black lightning, it meant true annihilation of the soul!
Besides that, Sharlot could also enchant Dark Creatures with it, just like the Undead Skeletons earlier, giving them the power of lightning, considerable strength, and recovery ability.
This was what Sharlot was most satisfied with.
After all, in the near future, Loki would lead the Chitauri Army to attack Earth.
Having a group combat skill would save him a lot of effort.
Enchanting Undead Skeletons to form a Thunder Skeleton Army was a good choice.
What surprised Sharlot a bit was that the nether thunder hammer, after modification, also gained a long, thick iron chain.
It was somewhat similar to the Hellfire Chain that Ghost Rider always carried.
The system prompted him to find time in the future to learn a magic called Scarlet Chain in Kamar-Taj to unlock the true use of the nether thunder hammer's chain.
This made Sharlot very much look forward to it.
In short, being able to obtain the nether thunder hammer allowed him to advance his strength further and possess more means to deal with future enemies.
This made Sharlot feel that coming tonight was not in vain.
"This, this gentleman, can you tell us your origin?"
At this moment, Jane, seeing Sharlot follow them all the way, silent, and finally reaching the RV, couldn't help but ask.
Hearing this, Sharlot's thoughts returned to reality.
Awakening as if from a dream, he saw everyone casting wary glances at him, realizing he had been too engrossed in the system's description just now.
So he showed a friendly smile and said,
"Don't worry, don't be nervous.
My name is Sharlot, and I am a sorcerer from Kamar-Taj.
Asgard, where you, Thor, are from, and Kamar-Taj, where I am from, are allies.
The reason I came this time is that I received a mission from my teacher, the Ancient One.
I want to help you grow and regain the hammer's approval."
Jane, standing nearby, was completely bewildered.
Asgard?
Thor?
Oh my God! Are there really gods in this World?
And Thor, who was originally wary, looking at Sharlot as if he were looking at a hooligan,
immediately relaxed after hearing Sharlot's explanation.
He quickly spoke,
"Sharlot, then can you tell me how I can regain the hammer's approval and lift it again?"
Thor vigorously shook Sharlot's arm.
This overly trusting attitude reminded Sharlot of a golden retriever.
In the World of golden retrievers, all humans are good humans.
Sharlot smiled.
He reassured him,
"No matter, this is simple."
Saying that, he threw the nether thunder hammer to Jane.
Jane subconsciously caught it.
The next moment,
a huge black lightning bolt descended from the sky!
Black profound armor covered Jane, making her look like a seasoned female warrior.
While accentuating her sexy figure, she was also full of power.
Thor sniffed Jane's scent.
He exclaimed in surprise,
"This, this is the smell of lightning!
She can also pick up the hammer!?"
Sharlot nodded.
"Yes, with me here, even an ordinary person can pick up the hammer.
So, it's not difficult for you, the Master who has accompanied the hammer for thousands of years.
However, please allow me to leave for a moment; I need to return a call, thank you."
Saying that, Sharlot raised his phone, shook it, and turned to leave.
Thor looked at Sharlot's retreating back, his face filled with bewilderment.
He can make ordinary people lift the hammer?
Who exactly is this guy?
Ignoring the shocked, speculative, and curious gazes from behind,
Sharlot's expression had become quite serious now.
Because,
he had just received a text message from Tony.
The content was—
I'm dying, Sharlot!