The people kneeling before Loki were bound by the power of the scepter, unable to move their bodies, but a glimpse of Dominic out of the corner of their eyes immediately caused a stir. Someone gasped in a weak voice, "It's... it's that 'Homelander'!" Soon, others also began to whisper.
"Isn't he that... uh, superhero? From that place... the Star-Spangled Nation!"
"How did the hero from the Star-Spangled Nation come to Germany?"
"Stop talking, he's a superhero! Legend says he can defeat any villain!"
Loki's face instantly stiffened, the scepter in his hand trembled slightly, and his originally confident expression gradually turned to displeasure, as if his moment of glory had been forcefully snatched away. He took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and said in a cold tone, "Everyone, I am your god! He's just a... mortal draped in stars and stripes!"
But the kneeling people completely ignored his self-introduction and instead stared at Dominic with even more excitement: "Oh my god, he's really here! He alone can take on an entire army!"
"Look, how confident he smiles! We're saved!"
Loki's face was livid, and he couldn't help but raise his voice, "Shut up! I am the ruler here, and you should all bow to me—"
Dominic shook his head, wearing an innocent smile, and said loudly, "Hey, President Loki, sorry to interrupt your election speech! But it seems the people prefer a more 'Earth-style' hero with a bit of humanity." He waved at the kneeling people, a hint of cunning in his eyes, "Everyone, don't be afraid, I'm here. How can the 'Star-Spangled Man' let the so-called 'god' run wild on Earth?"
Loki's fists clenched, cracking, anger mixed with a hint of helplessness. He tried to regain his dignity, trying to appear cold and ruthless: "Mortal, you have no right to interfere with my rule! This is the realm of a god, and you are just a tiny bug!"
Dominic whistled softly, shrugged, and put on a nonchalant expression: "Realm of a god? Come on, you just have a scepter and a cape more than us. I suggest we compete fairly, have an election!" He forced a playful smile, "After all, Germans like to vote too! Who's to say they won't vote for me, right?"
Hearing this, the angry veins on Loki's forehead almost popped out: "Election? This is my divine right, mortal! Don't even think about using your democratic ideas to undermine my rule!"
Dominic, however, seemed to completely ignore his anger, even patted his own chest, and continued in an exaggerated tone: "Oh dear, President Loki, calm down, calm down! Speaking of which, if you're really confident, how about a 'Homelander VS Loki' public opinion poll! Let's see who the real hero of Earth is!"
The surrounding people began to whisper, and some even quietly shouted, "Vote for the Star-Spangled Man!" "We support the hero!"
Loki's face grew uglier and uglier, his original confident expression completely replaced by anger and embarrassment. He gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Foolish mortals, you dare to defy the will of a god!"
Dominic spread his hands, feigning innocence: "Oh dear, 'President Loki', it seems the people's will isn't with you. You need to understand, on Earth, people have the right to choose—even to choose not to believe in your so-called 'god'!"
Blonsky next to him was desperately holding back laughter, whispering to Dominic, "Dominic, this 'election offensive' of yours is truly brilliant!"
Dominic raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Why is he so rigid? On Earth, you can't just call yourself a god and expect to be the boss—especially in Germany."
Loki's rage was almost burning. He brandished the scepter, his voice low as if coming from the depths of hell: "Enough! Since you mortals don't know what's good for you, I will personally show you true divine power!"
Just as Loki was about to make a move, Dominic smiled slightly, standing leisurely in place with his hands in his pockets, as if he didn't take Loki seriously at all: "Alright, President Loki, I suggest you calm down. Weren't you planning an election? Well, I have to warn you, on Earth, people who get into politics don't usually end well—especially if public opinion isn't on their side." He paused and added, "If you really need to prove how strong you are, why don't you take some practical action first, instead of just standing there scaring people."
Loki gritted his teeth, looking at Dominic with burning rage, the yellow light in the scepter gradually intensifying. He was clearly completely enraged by Dominic's words. Unable to tolerate the mortal's provocation any longer, he violently swung the scepter and roared, "You will pay the price for your arrogance!"
However, Dominic still maintained that 'whatever' expression, lightly pursing his lips: "Come on, Loki, we Earthlings don't fall for that."
Loki raised the scepter high, sneered, and instantly unleashed a cold storm of magic. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and frost rushed towards Dominic at lightning speed.
Dominic merely pursed his lips in disdain, took a deep breath, and then gently blew. A fierce blast of cold air surged from his mouth, directly freezing Loki's magic into a crystal-clear ice sculpture, suspended in the air.
He casually clapped his hands and said nonchalantly with a smile, "Is this what you call divine magic? On 'Earth', even kids can blow bubbles to freeze toys!"
Loki's face turned livid with anger, and he gritted his teeth as he swung the scepter, muttering an Asgardian curse.
The Mind Stone on the scepter suddenly burst out with dazzling yellow light, illuminating the entire square in front of the museum.
Dominic lightly snorted, a calm smile on his face. Before the yellow light could touch him, he had flashed and disappeared, instantly appearing in front of Loki. Loki's pupils suddenly constricted, clearly not expecting Dominic to be so fast.
In the instant he was stunned, Dominic raised his hand and threw a punch, hitting Loki's figure, but only shattering an illusion.
Loki stood to the side, a smug smile on his face, ready to mock. Dominic gave a cold smile, and two red laser beams suddenly shot from his eyes, accurately hitting Loki's chest and blasting him directly away.
Loki fell to the ground, looking dishevelled, and struggled to get up, his face full of disbelief. While dusting off his hands where there was no dust, Dominic mocked, "Oh dear, President Loki, I didn't expect Asgardian 'divine skills' to be just this. You really should learn from us Earthlings and come up with some practical tricks, otherwise, you won't get many votes in an election just by scaring people with illusions."
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