DC/Marvel: This Guy is Insane

"Thor of Asgard, here you will rest forever."

Ares grabbed Thor by the hair with one hand, pulled the divine sword from his abdomen, and pointed it at his heart, preparing to end his life with a single, final blow.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked to the side, his eyes locking onto a figure shrouded in shadow.

"Brother-in-law, can you see me?"

With the Sword of Vulcan in one hand and the Hammer of Thor in the other, Alan had gone invisible, preparing for a sneak attack. But the invisibility that had always worked so well before was now ineffective.

"A cheap trick," Ares sneered. "The eyes of a god can see through all illusions." He raised his hand and slashed with his sword. The terrifying divine power bloomed like a blooming flower, a missile exploding in Alan's arms.

Boom!

His entire body was thrown like a stone from a catapult, smashing into the ruins in the distance.

"Now that I've dealt with those annoying ants, it's time to send you on your way." Ares cast a ruthless look at Thor, who held the wound on his abdomen, his eyes filled with despair. He was the God of Thunder of Asgard, a champion of countless wars, his status equal to that of Ares in Olympus. But now, he had been defeated by a rival he had always despised, and a deep sense of humiliation welled up in his heart. The only way to survive was to cry out to his father for help, but to do so would mean he could never hold his head high again. Zeus would surely publicize the matter in the Council of Gods, damaging Asgard's reputation. If he returned to Asgard alive, he would no longer be worthy of the throne.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning struck the ruins.

Alan leaped up, holding the Sword of Vulcan and Mjolnir crossed above his head. The armor on his body had taken on a new look, with many more Thor-style elements integrated into its design. Asgard's artifacts had an obvious feature: they granted the holder divine power and transformed their attire into a suit of divine armor.

The next moment, Alan controlled Mjolnir, sending it flying.

Ares didn't have time to react and was hit hard in the waist by the hammer, sending him staggering back several meters. Alan took the opportunity to rescue Thor.

He looked at the injured god and said with an arrogant air, "Listen, Goldilocks, I know you like me, but I have to tell you straight: my heart belongs to another, and you will never have this magnificent body of mine."

"…"

When did I ever like you? Thor's sexual orientation was perfectly normal. For a moment, he was so shocked that he forgot the pain in his abdomen, his mind reeling with a single, repeated question: "How could he lift Mjolnir? How could he be worthy? How…?"

Compared to the humiliation of defeat, Mjolnir's betrayal was more devastating. It was like watching your most loyal and devoted companion suddenly run off with a complete stranger, flirting and laughing. His mood was like instant noodles run over by a steamroller—not only crushed but utterly obliterated.

Bang!

Ares rushed back, swinging his sword furiously. "So what if you can wield a divine weapon? An ant is still an ant." The sword fell, one strike after another, pressing Alan with a mad, relentless attack. Fortunately, the all-encompassing armor and the blessing of the God of Thunder allowed him to withstand the furious assault.

"Ora, ora, ora…" Alan hammered with Mjolnir in one hand and slashed with the Sword of Vulcan in the other. The moves of both sides were not flashy, but they were brutal, a direct clash of power.

In the distance, Thor watched the two fighting like madmen, and a thought flashed in his mind. He remembered that the previous owner of Mjolnir was his sister, Hela. But that doesn't make any sense, Thor said to himself, distressed. He's just a mortal. There's no reason for him to have any connection to Hela.

At this moment, Alan and Ares fought from the ground to the sky and from the sky back to the ground. The entire bunker fortification built by the Nazi army was completely destroyed. However, during the battle, Alan was much inferior and spent most of his time being beaten passively. The fighting didn't stop for a full quarter of an hour.

Bang!

Alan was smashed into the ground again, and Ares's breathing had become slightly ragged.

"With a sword in my left hand and a hammer in my right, I can still go another three rounds." With a kip-up, Alan stood up again.

Ares didn't waste any more words and continued his attack.

"Is that all you've got, you pathetic mutt? I once fought my way from the gates of hell to the pearly gates of heaven without breaking a sweat."

"You're just rubbing against me from the outside. You haven't even gotten in yet, and you still want to hear me scream? Who's going to scream for you?"

"Alright, alright, use a little more force, and I'll die right here in front of you."

Ares became angrier and angrier as the fight went on, and Alan never stopped talking. An hour passed, and he never repeated a single word. Diana, who had been pretending to be unconscious, woke up and looked at the two people fighting, wondering if she was dreaming.

Huff… huff…

Ares gasped for air. From his initial anger, he now felt a trace of fear. This guy couldn't be killed, no matter how hard he was hit. He was literally going to be exhausted to death.

"I'm done pretending. Time to show my hand." Alan said in a singsong voice, "Explosive Mecha King, transform!"

He raised his sword and hammer high again. Engineering, Forging, Transmutation, and Enchantment—all four Alchemist skills activated. In an instant, flames and lightning gathered into a storm, enveloping Alan in the center. A terrifying aura suddenly rose from the tempest of thunder and fire. For the past hour, it had seemed that Alan was just being beaten, but in fact, he was absorbing energy through Ares's attacks. His armor, an energy-storing device like a bottomless pit, had finally reached saturation.

Two gods and one demigod looked at the storm of thunder and fire in shock, wondering what had changed.

After a long time, the storm subsided. The armor and weapons on Alan's body had changed again. Golden lightning flickered across every part of the slim-fitting armor, which now clearly contained the divine power of thunder, lightning, and fire. In his hand was only a long-handled warhammer, surrounded by brilliant, golden thunder.

Boom!

The long hammer slammed into the ground. Alan put one hand on his hip and said domineeringly, "You've met the Hammer King. No one can save you now."

So fast! Alan took one step and disappeared on the spot. Ares failed to see him move and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back.

Boom!

Golden lightning splashed everywhere, and as it flashed, white smoke rose from the void.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!" Alan swung the sledgehammer, smashing Ares, who was lying on the ground, again and again. The divine armor shattered, fragments flying everywhere.

Feeling unsatisfied, Alan picked Ares up and threw him into the air.

Hammer relay. Before he even began to fall, Ares was launched straight into the sky. In a flash, Alan was already at a higher position and smashed down with the hammer, sending him crashing back to the earth.

The reversal of the situation had come completely unexpectedly. Alan beat Ares throughout the entire process, which made Thor and Diana feel deeply embarrassed. He was just a human, and a psychotic one at that.

It was easy to explain. The alloy armor had absorbed and stored the full power of Ares, and then combined it with the Sword of Vulcan and Mjolnir to unleash its combat power. If he couldn't defeat Ares now, it would be a problem with the user, not the equipment. From the moment he had taken a sword from Ares and been fine, Alan had already formed this plan in his mind.

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