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Chapter Seventy-Eight: Female Thor's First Battle

Without Thor's intervention, Jane Foster advanced with Mjölnir in hand.

Loki, however, would not be hindered by hesitation or lack of resolve. After a brief buildup of power, he unleashed a torrent of golden flames toward everyone.

"Watch out!" Natasha shouted as she quickly moved forward, crossing her arms to block the flames with her magical bracelets.

Sif called out, "Cover me!" Fandral and the others, used to seamless teamwork, sprang into action.

The Destroyer, with one swipe, sent Fandral flying, while Sif leapt onto its back and drove her sword into its neck. The flames engulfing the Destroyer were immediately extinguished, and its movements came to a halt.

Was it really that easy? Everyone was astonished.

Only Thor understood that the Destroyer was not a living being and lacked critical points. Sif's sword had no real impact on it.

Sure enough, the Destroyer armor began to rotate, causing Sif, who was clinging to its back, to face it directly.

Sif, shocked, was about to leap away when a steel hand grabbed her mid-air. If caught, this would severely damage their powerful combat force, second only to Thor.

Unable to dodge while airborne, Sif shut her eyes in resignation.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out as Minerva fired, hitting the Destroyer Armor's hand. Though the shot didn't inflict damage, it veered off course and passed close to Sif.

Impressive! Thor thought, inwardly applauding. He had been prepared to act just then.

Sif, having narrowly escaped, fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Minerva, covered in sweat, was visibly stressed from the close call.

At that moment, a slender figure leaped from a rooftop, and the flashing hammer in her hand crashed down onto the Destroyer's head.

A loud noise erupted as the Destroyer staggered but quickly regained its footing, swatting the attacker away as if brushing off a mosquito.

Before Jane could react, she was struck hard and sent flying several hundred meters. If not for the physical enhancement granted by Mjölnir, this blow could have been fatal.

The Destroyer's empty eye sockets glowed again, and the fiery light began to charge for another blast.

Sif moved again, sliding towards the Destroyer's legs... deliberately avoiding vital areas, as she knew the Destroyer had none. She aimed for a leg, charging at high speed.

The clang of metal on metal rang out as her double-edged sword struck the Destroyer's leg, producing only sparks and no damage.

Although it didn't cause harm, it made the Destroyer lose its balance and topple sideways.

The destructive rays carved a trench several kilometers long into the ground and shot into the sky.

As it fell, everyone closed in, the sound of clashing weapons filling the air.

"What do we do? This thing won't break!" Fandral shouted, looking to Thor for guidance.

It's said that many bosses prefer not to engage directly, instead sending minions to provide experience and loot, only to be defeated in the end...

But this kind of mindless creature often turns out to be a mere experience pack. Since when did His Highness learn this tactic?

"Get out of the way!" A commanding voice startled everyone as the Destroyer, now rolling and tossing them aside, began to rise again.

Not far off, Jane Foster held Mjölnir aloft. Thunder rumbled across the sky, and dark clouds gathered, obscuring all light.

The ground trembled as a thunderbolt, several meters wide, struck from the heavens, dividing sky and earth. The lightning surged into Jane, merging with the raised hammer.

A silhouette of armor, reminiscent of Thor's, appeared from the void, enveloping her body. Though not a physical form, it imparted a sense of majesty to her previously slender frame.

Nearby, Thor held his breath, transfixed by the scene. This transformation, which he had initially planned to take at least six months, was happening now.

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