Berserk Weapon

"So that's how it is. I didn't expect His Majesty Odin to confer an earthling, so you must have made the greatest contribution in the war."

"You are very smart. It seems that you have learned a lot during your time on Earth. This weapon is yours. You know best where to put it. Now we need to find the remaining two to prevent them from falling into the hands of some people. At the same time, we need to use the weapon as bait to capture a few people." Wesley revealed their purpose.

"Yes, I can set off with you. I can definitely find these weapons easily, but please don't let me return to the Divine Realm."

"Don't worry, now that God's Domain has reached an alliance with SHIELD and Avengers, there will be more and more communication between them," Wesley said.

Elliot Randolph took his backpack and walked out with Wesley and the others. As they walked, he asked, "Did the Realm lose a lot in the war?"

Wesley glanced at him. "Maybe I can recommend you as His Majesty Odin's think tank."

"No, no, no, this is impossible. I will be regarded as a coward and a loser. The people of the Realm only care about military achievements, so I chose to stay on Earth. You may not believe it, but I am a stonemason, responsible for breaking big rocks and knocking them day and night." Elliot Randolph sat in the front passenger seat and said to Wesley and the others.

"You might not be able to imagine that kind of life. It's not that it's hard or that I don't have enough to eat. The Divine Realm is very rich in materials, but this kind of work makes me numb. One day, the guards of the palace came to recruit soldiers and fought with the Ice Giant, so I signed up. In the end, I won the battle, but I didn't return to the Divine Realm. Instead, I quietly stayed." As everyone listened to his story, the car drove on and then boarded the plane to the second location.

On the plane, Sky, Fitz and Simons were interested to hear about the Realm. At least Professor Randolph knew a lot more than Wesley.

The second component was obtained unusually smoothly. After all, it was placed by Elliot Randolph himself. He took it out directly and went on to the third. Because the second location was in the city, it might be difficult to fight, so they went directly to the third place.

"You guys are on the plane. We'll go with Randolph. Then we'll wait there for them to take the bait. We'll come back when we're done," Wesley said.

"Why don't you let us go with you? We can all shoot now." Sky asked.

Elliot Randolph said, "Although weapons have a limited effect on earthlings, it's not something you can deal with, so only Sir Knight and I can go. Put it well. Facing the real God Realm warriors, they are just a small problem."

They drove to a church, where he had first stopped. After they entered, they went directly to the last part of the weapon. Wesley was relieved to see that the last part was still there.

"Take the weapon. Let me see how powerful the Berserk Warriors in the Divine Realm are," Wesley said.

"Not bad. The speed of a berserker is too strong, especially after the combination of three parts, I have no problem fighting on my own." He directly put the weapon aside. Wesley frowned, then walked over and picked up the weapon. Then a violent emotion hit his sanity.

"Special radiation is affecting your rationality. I have begun to regulate the interior of your body and coordinate the secretions in your body." Apple's voice sounded.

Elliot Randolph looked at Wesley, who was standing still. How dare this earthling take up a berserk warrior's weapon. It seemed likely that he would be greatly affected. Wesley turned around. There was no anger or irritation in his eyes. He had been calm for a long time.

"How? You weren't affected?" Elliot Randolph asked.

"Of course not. How do you think I became a knight? Since you don't use it, I will put it away." With a shake of his hands, the weapon disappeared.

"It's really incredible. Where did your armor and current weapons go? There is no such technology in the Divine Realm."

"Hehe, don't you think it's magic?" Wesley looked at him teasingly.

He said indifferently, "Since you've been there, you naturally know that it's just a form of technology."

Wesley agreed with him, but at that moment, there was the sound of footsteps. Wesley looked up and saw a group of people with angry faces rushing in. They were the heretics. The official leader was a man and a woman, Jacob Nystrom, and his girlfriend, Petra Larson. The woman held a Berserker's weapon in her hand.

"Did you take the rest of the weapon?" Jacob Nystrom asked.

Wesley nodded. "That's right. Now hand over your part and surrender."

"Ha ha." Everyone on the other side laughed. In their eyes, it was just a joke, but Wesley had moved before their laughter disappeared. His heart had already begun to beat rapidly. There was a flash and the last section of the weapon had fallen into Wesley's hand. Elliot Randolph looked at Wesley in surprise.

He could see the movements clearly, but he did not have this speed. He only had strength. At the same time, he also knew why the other party could become a Knight. He was not an ordinary Earthling.

Wesley took the last weapon, and then the other two sections appeared. The three parts glowed at the same time, and then combined to become a completed Berserker weapon. The whole weapon glowed red and was breathtaking, but Wesley was not affected at all. He waved the assembled weapon and rushed forward.

The entire weapon was made of metal, and Wesley swung it very easily. The metal rod was swung like a tiger and charged directly into the crowd. These people had been strengthened by the weapon, but they could not fight back against Wesley at all. With a sweep of the rod, several people were sent flying and hit the wall behind them and fainted.

Elliot Randolph had wanted to go up and help, but Wesley was swinging the stick so that he couldn't get his hand in at all, and it wouldn't feel good if it hit him.

In less than a minute, more than a dozen people had been put down by Wesley. Every one of them could take a hit. Wesley put away his stick again, then took out his phone and asked Phil Coulson to organize an escort.

"The stick is good. It's good for fighting," Wesley said.

"Yes, but I didn't expect it to not affect your clarity," Elliot Randolph said.

"Well, it really doesn't affect me." Wesley naturally wouldn't say why.