Marvel: Silver Superman of Asgard

Rhode shook his spear and went towards Bell.

The easiest and most effective way to conquer a fighter is to beat him head-on, without any bells and whistles.

Rhode held the guardian spear with one hand, colliding with Bell's spear.

"boom...."

The two spears collided, and their strength burst out.

There was a deafening sound, and a burst of flying sand and rocks swept out.

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The heroic warriors around, even at a distance of thirty to forty meters, still felt a gust of wind blowing towards them, and the face was hurt by the small stones that swept in.

Many heroic warriors retreated hundreds of meters again to ensure their own safety.

When the dust settled, Rhodes was holding the spear with one hand.

Press Bell's spear under his guardian's spear.

A large pit with a diameter of three to four meters appeared on the ground.

Bell wanted to get back his spear that was held down by Rhodes.

However, Bell's muscles swelled up several times, and his armor was cracked by Bell's muscles. His face was flushed, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He couldn't get his spear back.

Rhode saw Bell struggling hard, so he gently moved the guardian spear in his hand.

Suddenly Bell took back his long spear, but he couldn't control it back in time because of too much force on his body, so he took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.

Bell's face flushed, and his extremely confident strength could not even match the spear controlled by Rhodes with one hand.

Rhodes didn't change his face at this time, and his heart didn't beat.

Apparently he didn't try his best.

Bell felt humiliated like never before.

"ah...."

Bell charged forward again with his spear in hand.

Rhodes was still holding the gun with one hand, and the tip of the guardian's spear continued to defuse the spear attack from Bell.

Bell used the spear skills he had learned all his life to attack Rhodes.

A lot of tricky angles, feints, ultimate moves, and even stirring up the sand on the ground to cover Rhodes' sight, these not too glorious tricks were used.

But Rhodes still stood in place, still in the original position.

He never moved half a point behind, nor did he mess up his clothes under Bell's attack.

Chapter 45: Punishment, Serving the Servant of God

It's as if Rhodes is just fishing and watering flowers now, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to make Rhodes clothes messy.

Bell attacked for a while and used hundreds of moves, but he couldn't get half a cent from Rhodes.

Rhode saw that Bell's offensive had rapidly declined.

Knowing that Bell is already at the end of his rope, there is no way to break through himself.

Rhodes said.

"Your moves are outdated, don't you have any other new tricks? Then it's up to me."

Rhodes swept a shot casually, and Bell was so frightened that he quickly grabbed his long spear and blocked Rhodes' attack.

But the spear in Bell's hand flew out the next moment.

Fly straight and swiftly to the right pillar at the entrance of the Hall of Heroes.

The huge stone pillar was hundreds of meters high, and the spear in Bell's hand was aimed at this stone pillar, which was carved from Asgard stone and was thousands of times harder than ordinary rocks in the Nine Realms.

Then it was stuck firmly on the stone pillar.

Only more than one meter of the three-meter-long spear was exposed outside.

This is obviously not Bell's power, but Rhode's.

Rhodes was holding the end of the gun in his right hand, and the tip of the Guardian's spear was pressed against Bell's forehead.

Bell felt the breath of death at this moment.

Even more terrifying than the breath of death exuded by Queen of Death Hela.

Bell's huge body seemed to be immobilized by the slender spear point.

He didn't dare to move at all.

Because Bell could feel at this moment that if he moved around, the tip of the gun would really pierce his skull.

Bell froze in place.

At this time, the countdown that Rhodes projected in midair just finished reading the last second.

Bell failed, and the dust settled.

The heroic warriors in the audience petrified collectively, not even daring to breathe.

All the warriors watched the scene in front of them with bated breath.

Bell's powerful combat power like a giant bear easily killed them, but Bell, who was almost invincible in their eyes, was actually beaten by Rhodes with a long spear in one hand.

And it's kind of helpless.

Bell stood still for a full minute.

Then Bell fell to his knees alone.

"Master Rhodes, I lost, and I am willing to bet and admit defeat."

Rhodes took back his guardian spear and stood beside him.

"Bell, is it time to fulfill your promise?"

Bell cupped his fists at Rhodes.

"Yes, Lord Rhodes, Bell is willing to pledge allegiance to you. Even if the world collapses and the gods fall, he will die."

Bell is now completely convinced by Rhodes.

"very good."

Rhodes walked towards the steps of the Temple of Valor with his hands behind his back.

"Everyone, assemble, from now on, if you don't obey Lord Rhode's order, I will screw his head off."

Bell spit and yelled with a ferocious face.

Under Bell's order, those heroic warriors who were hesitant at first seemed to be kicked out by the **** of death, and they scrambled and crawled over to gather.

Rhodes' tone remained calm.

Rhodes stood on the steps of the Hall of Valor.

Thousands of heroic warriors filled the square of the Hall of Valor.

These heroic warriors were wearing solemn golden armors, holding golden spears more than three meters long in their hands.

It's just that among this group of solemn heroic warriors, there are a few in ragged clothes, the few cloth strips left on their bodies can't cover their private parts, and the weapons in their hands are also missing, but they still stand here solemnly. .

Although the scene was a bit funny, no one laughed.

All the heroic warriors looked at the spear inserted on the stone pillar of the temple from time to time, and their bodies trembled a few times uncontrollably.

Rhodes scanned all the heroic warriors in front of him with serious and cold eyes.

Rhodes pointed to the spear behind him.

"No matter what kind of heroic warrior comes out in the future, tell him the rules here. If someone happens to the previous thing again, Bell, I'll ask you."

"Yes, Lord Rhodes, Bell remembered."

Bell's loud voice echoed on the huge square of the Temple of Valor, and it lasted for a long time.

"Okay, let me ask you a question, what are you?"

"It's a soldier."

The warriors roared in unison.

"What is the duty of a soldier?"

"It is obedience."

"Then what did you just do?"

Facing the question from Rhodes' soul, all the heroes bowed their heads in shame.

"You should be ashamed of what you did before."

"From now on, you are still cowards. As long as you fail to fulfill the responsibilities that soldiers should perform, then you are not worthy of being called soldiers. You are nothing but cowards."

"If you want to become a warrior, then from now on, your nightmare of **** has already begun. Only those who come out of **** alive are eligible to become warriors. You are just cowards waiting for self-salvation."

"You have to pay for the mistakes you made, do you understand?"

"I understand."

Although the expressions of the heroic warriors were humiliated, their eyes contained unwillingness and anger. Obviously they wanted to regain the glory that belongs to the soldiers, and glory is my life.

This is what all heroic warriors think.

"Very good, from now on, you run ten laps around Asgard every day, physical fitness, training, fighting training, I will ask you to follow the highest standards of all fighting skills of the Protoss fighters."

"If some of you can't finish it, then I will blame you for something. You just need to wash the clothes of all the servants in the fairy palace and tidy up the rooms."

"Let everyone in Asgard take a good look at the noble warriors who sublimated from the Hall of Valor, what is it that actually washes and cooks for the servants of the gods, and cleans the room."

"Anyway, I can afford to lose this person. I don't know if you can afford to lose this person. Remember, those who fail to meet the mission will wear this noble armor to wash clothes for others."

"Understood, Lord Rhodes, all of us will complete the task, even if we sacrifice our lives."

Rhodes' move was not indifferent. Just running around the Asgard Palace would take no one knows how long it would take. The Asgard Protoss lived in a vast area, larger than the entire capital of the Atrium.

It is even said to be heavy training.

It is estimated that these heroic warriors are almost done after running.

There are other rigorous trainings.

It is unlikely to be completed.

But Rhodes just wanted them to wash the clothes of the servants of the gods, so that they could feel the feeling of being the servants of the servants of the gods who served the soldiers as heroic warriors.

Knowing shame and then being brave, this is Rhodes' goal of training them. Only when they feel shame can they stimulate their full potential.

"Okay, starting today, let's go."

Rhodes roared.

Wearing armor and weapons, the heroic warriors began to run around the fairy palace. Of course, they mainly ran around the palaces where the gods, such as Odin, lived. The palaces of the gods alone were far away.

Otherwise, if you just ran around the entire Asgard area, you might not be able to come back in three to five years.

Chapter 46: The Magical Landscape of Asgard

These Valhalla warriors started running around the palace with weapons in hand.

These soldiers of the Hall of Valor were wearing heavy armor, walking on the hard surface of the fairy palace, making very heavy footsteps.

Some **** servants who were cleaning the courtyard felt that the ground around them was trembling. This movement alarmed the **** servants in the courtyard and the gods resting in the temple. Some bolder **** servants stood at the door and watched Watching this group of Hall of Valor fighters running quickly.

The physical strength and speed of these heroic warriors are very fast, basically blowing past like a gust of wind, and earthquake-like vibrations emanate from their feet, but they will be completely far away in a few breaths.

And the **** king Odin stood on his towering temple, watching the neat and energetic warriors running along the tall wall.

Touching his beard, he nodded with a smile.