Chapter 170: Alien Invaders? No, They Are Treasure-Delivery Boys!
Hearing the system notification ringing in his ears, Loyawas dazed for a split second, his eyes lighting up, though he wasn't too surprised.
Upon seeing countless unknown people stepping forward to protect their homes, he felt a deep emotional resonance, and unconsciously entered a state very similar to the one he experienced when he previously obtained the destruction blessing.
This was a wondrous feeling that defied description in words.
Although the state was similar, the emotions back then were completely different.
The emotion when obtaining the destruction blessing was a detached aloofness from on high, just like destruction itself—simple and brutal.
And when acquiring this mercy blessing, which was a blessing of the Sun, the emotions were exceptionally different, appearing extremely complex and delicate.
At that instant, Loya only felt as if he had become Peter, yet also seemed to have become Matt, and even felt as if he had become every ordinary person at that moment.
Viewing this world and this alien invasion event from a perspective completely identical to theirs.
This was a marvelous feeling, as if trading places with all things and experiencing everything firsthand.
Much like the remark "Why don't they eat meat porridge?", which lacked a comprehensive understanding of the matter.
Without putting oneself in another's shoes and relying solely on limited cognition, one would never be able to understand the feelings from that perspective.
It was just like how a wealthy child would never understand why a poor child didn't take a car to school.
Only by placing oneself in their shoes could one truly empathize.
If one could not empathize with the dust, how could one illuminate all things in the posture of the Sun?
Then was this truly mercy, or merely a condescending handout from on high?
Loya wore a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Such a delicate blessing brought about extraordinary effects, far from being as simple as a single system message stating that the Power of the Sun had been enhanced.
Just like that evaluation: "The Sun is great precisely because it can illuminate the tiniest dust."
The Power of the Sun within his body had become exceptionally peculiar.
It was no longer a standalone energy, but an energy that could attach to or even fuse with other energies, complementing and promoting one another.
To put it bluntly, it could now directly illuminate and buff other energies without being repelled, without fearing conflicts, and without worrying about overshadowing the host.
This allowed Loya to wield various energies much more freely and at will, operating as smoothly as moving gears lubricated with high-grade oil.
Even communicating with natural elements had become much easier and swifter.
This enhanced Power of the Sun seemed to have become a bridge between humanity and nature, eliminating the previous sense of alienation.
To use a more vivid metaphor, communicating with nature previously required making a phone call with a whole process involved; now, he could just speak directly, and the other party would hear him immediately. The efficiency here had improved by more than just a notch.
Of course, the changes brought by the blessing did not stop there, but now was not the time to study this. He should first send the innocent people here away and delve into it after the battle ended.
With a thought from Loya, the brand-new Power of the Sun within his body surged forth, facilitating his communication and control over the wind.
Because of using the Power of the Sun, his body suddenly bloomed with a bright radiance, resembling a humanoid miniature sun.
If it had been somewhat strenuous to send away so many people before, it was much easier now.
This buff allowed him to leverage greater cosmic energy with even less power and mental strength.
Natural magic was just like that; more often than not, it allowed nature to be used by oneself, achieving big results with small efforts, thereby greatly reducing the consumption and burden on one's own power.
As one's own strength grew stronger, the power that could be leveraged also became greater.
Theoretically speaking, once grown to a certain extent, pulling off a tornado to destroy the Earth wouldn't be a problem at all.
"All of you, fly up!"
Loya let out a light shout.
All citizens within the enveloped range of the combat zone suddenly rose into the air and suspended themselves, then flew at an extremely fast speed toward the safe zone outside the combat area.
Whether located inside a building or hiding in some corner, everyone rose into the air, precisely avoiding obstacles and following the main forces outside the buildings.
"Ahhhhh! What's going on? Are the aliens using their ultimate weapon?"
"Mom! Mom! I'm flying!"
"Help! Don't take me to space to be an experimental subject!"
"I'm exposed! Wuwuwu——"
"Don't—don't fly so high—I—I'm afraid of heights—"
"Excuse me, can aliens only work eight hours a day?"
The sudden flight threw these citizens into a panic, screaming continuously and making all kinds of chaotic noises; some even wanted to jump down.
Fortunately, the wind controlled by Loya wasn't just simply supporting them from beneath, but was a transparent wind shield enveloping their entire bodies. No matter how these ordinary people struggled, they couldn't break free.
At this moment, an extraordinarily shocking scene appeared over the skies of Manhattan.
Dense crowds of citizens were flying mid-air; although they were panicked and flailing about, they appeared remarkably orderly.
Like marching ants, they rapidly dispersed in all directions at the same speed, as if a giant hand was guiding them forward like a divine miracle.
Just as the citizens were panicked, a gentle beam of light descended from the sky, softly hitting their faces, smoothing away the panic in their hearts and calming them down.
Following closely, a peculiar force made them involuntarily look toward the direction from whence the light came.
Behold, high above the top floor of Stark Tower stood a figure emanating a gentle and bright radiance.
This person was none other than Loya. At this moment, he held a staff, wore a wolf-head robe, and radiated a gentle yet bright light all over, truly looking like a deity descending to the mortal world.
"Is this a deity?"
A citizen suddenly exclaimed.
"No! That's not a deity! It's an emissary of God!" a citizen immediately shouted in rebuttal, eyes burning with fanaticism. "I recognize that robe; it's the robe of an emissary from the Wolf God Cult! The Wolf God has really come to save us! The Wolf God is real!!! I am a believer of the Wolf God Cult!"
This sentence woke many citizens up as if from a dream.
Only then did they realize that they hadn't been captured by aliens, but were instead being carried by a powerful force flying toward a safe zone.
And that powerful force came from the emissary of the Wolf God Cult.
That Wolf God Cult actually had a Wolf God! When the aliens invaded, God did not save them; instead, the emissary of the Wolf God Cult—whom most citizens regarded as a cult—had saved them.
Citizens who previously looked down upon the Wolf God Cult instantly changed their view of it.
Even a portion of the citizens directly became loyal believers of the Wolf God Cult.
Believing in Jesus might not necessarily save you, but believing in the Wolf God meant someone actually came to save you.
The Wolf God really answers when you have faith, never playing tricks, absolutely practical!
Long live the Wolf God!
A portion of the citizens immediately cheered.
Listening to the cheers ringing in his ears, the smile at the corners of Loya's lips deepened a bit more. With this wave of operations, he would reap tremendous benefits afterwards.
The number of believers in the Wolf God would experience a qualitative leap, the power of faith obtained would skyrocket, and subsequent faith magic experiments would go much smoother.
At the same time, it directly avoided a lot of future trouble.
With Loya putting on this act, even if the Wolf God Cultdidn't have a god, it now had one.
Such a feat of making everyone take flight together was, in their eyes, a divine miracle!
The members of the Avengers who were currently fighting froze when they saw this scene during a brief gap.
They of course knew that the fellow cheered as the emissary of the Wolf God Cult was Loya.
They had previously witnessed with their own eyes Loyasaving the agents inside the Helicarrier, but that was only a mere two or three hundred people.
But what about now?
This was tens of thousands of people! Tens of thousands of people flew up together just like that, and were flying toward the safe zone together.
What kind of power was this?
And what kind of control was this?
The difficulty coefficient involved was unimaginably large.
magic was truly incredible, capable of creating miracles!
Isn't Loya's strength a bit outrageous?
However, this also made things convenient for the members of the Avengers and all personnel participating in the battle here.
With ordinary people evacuated, it was much more convenient for them to fight without being tied down or worrying about harming the innocent.
The speed at which everyone cleared out the Chitaurisoldiers became much faster.
Meanwhile, in a secret room, Fury and Hill, who were directing S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to help evacuate civilians, were completely dumbfounded.
Looking at the footage on the screen, they simultaneously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Hill's eyes flickered; she found that she had still underestimated this ace agent, and using ace to describe him was an understatement.
She glanced at Fury with deep emotion. The Director truly lived up to his name as Director, actually being able to unearth such a super agent. This Director position really deserved to be held by him.
Fury's pupils trembled with extreme shock.
Before leaving, Loya had specifically asked him for a mission to evacuate civilians. He had thought it was just a very routine evacuation task, thinking Loya just wanted to earn a bit more money, and since it was a critical moment, he didn't think much of it and agreed.
Who would have thought it gave him a huge surprise, directly transferring all civilians within the combat-enveloped area.
This was tens of thousands of people! Was magic truly this incredible?
Or—
Fury glanced at the robe Loya was wearing in the video, which was a robe only an emissary of the Wolf God Cultcould wear, and he fell into deep thought.
Could it be that the Wolf God had already returned and was still helping Loya?
Otherwise, on what grounds could Loya accomplish such an outrageous thing?
Only a deity could create such a divine miracle!
Thinking of this, Fury's mind instantly became active.
That being the case, had the Wolf God already returned?
Could the curse on S.H.I.E.L.D. also be lifted then?
And could S.H.I.E.L.D. establish a friendship with the Wolf God?
Various thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he quickly suppressed them.
Right now, it was better to focus on resisting the alien invasion; if the Wolf God truly returned, their win rate for this battle would greatly increase.
Meanwhile, at the top of a tall building, Loki, who was cloaked in invisibility, gazed at the New York citizens rapidly departing into the sky. His pupils shook violently, and his eyeballs were practically popping out.
As the Prince of Asgard and the Nine Realms'—the Nine Realms' sorcerer.
Most of his magic was learned from his mother, Frigga.
Frigga came from Vanaheim and excelled at using natural magic.
What Loki learned the most was also natural magic, with which he was extremely familiar.
His attainments in natural magic were unmatched in the Nine Realms, save for his mother, Frigga.
Therefore, he could be certain that the magic Loya was using now was natural magic, and moreover, an extremely powerful and pure wind-type natural magic.
But wasn't the use of this natural magic a bit too outrageous?
It was one thing for the intensity to be great enough to send tens of thousands of people flying simultaneously, but the crucial point was that the precision was also high enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Precisely making everyone move together at completely identical speeds—wasn't this level of control excessive?
Even as proud as Loki was, at this moment he had to admit that Loya's attainments in natural magic were far above his own.
He certainly couldn't achieve this.
"Why! You damned fellow, your physical strength is so immense, and your magical talent is also so monstrous? Why? Why!"
Loki wanted to roar loudly, but fearing it would attract Loya's attention, he could only scream in the depths of his heart.
However, he was very clear that using such powerful natural magic imposed a tremendous burden and consumption on oneself.
Now was an extremely good opportunity!
On a battlefield like this, to disregard one's own consumption and want to save all the civilians—how naive!
Midgardians were just Midgardians, a bunch of hicks who didn't understand what war was at all.
But Loki remained cautious; even if there was a high probability that the opponent was already powerless, he still wouldn't make a move proactively.
Instead, he raised his scepter and frantically contacted the Chitauri mothership, telling it to use its full strength, ignore everyone else, kill Loya first, and attack those civilians to create chaos and distract attention.
Taking advantage of the time Loya was still transferring other ordinary people, right now was the best opportunity for a sneak attack.
This move was indeed effective!
Suddenly, a hideous-looking monster appeared within the portal in the sky.
The monster was huge in size, its flesh and blood embedded with metallic creations, looking overall like a flying semi-mechanical whale.
This was a Leviathan organic warship of the Chitauri army, serving both as an aerial firepower platform and capable of carrying countless Chitauri infantry to land on the battlefield.
"There's still this kind of thing?"
Tony's expression darkened; this big guy wasn't easy to deal with.
He shouted inside his armor, "Jarvis, blow this monster to pieces for me!"
As his voice fell, over a hundred suits of armor poured firepower toward the Leviathan warship, hundreds of missiles roaring out and accurately hitting the target.
Even the massive Leviathan warship could not withstand such firepower, being blown to smithereens, dying together with the infantry it carried, and plunging downwards.
However, this was completely useless!
The moment this Leviathan died, the next Leviathanalready poured out from the portal.
In the cosmic starry sky on the other side, there were even densely packed Leviathans waiting in line, making one's heart despair.
But Tony wasn't afraid. He roared again, "Jarvis, combination mode initiate!"
"Yes, Mr. Stark!" Jarvis responded.
Boom!
From the armory of Stark Tower came a sharp whistle, and a massive suit of armor flew out from within, followed closely by numerous giant components behind it.
This suit of armor was precisely the one that had been enchanted by Loya during the previous vampire incident.
At this moment, it had been modified by Tony to become the core of another brand-new technology.
Tony flew toward the giant armor.
Mid-air, the armor on his body disassembled, and then his entire person accurately landed inside the giant armor.
Immediately following that, other components quickly kept up, rapidly assembling in mid-air.
Moments later, a brand-new suit of armor appeared in the air.
This could no longer be called armor; it should be a mecha!
With the giant armor as the core and the remaining parts as limbs, it formed a super mecha about twenty-plus meters tall.
The shoulders were equipped with various artillery fire, and instead of five fingers, they were replaced by two cold, glistening chainsaws, looking extremely sharp.
The surrounding area of both arms was also covered with various weapons.
This mecha was for no other purpose than battle!
"Hahahaha! You damned aliens, come and witness the might of Earthlings! Come and witness the brilliant Stark!"
Tony laughed heartily and charged toward the Leviathanwarship.
It was hard to imagine that such a massive armor could actually fly in the air, and its speed wasn't even slow.
One could only say it was truly worthy of the clever genius inventor Tony Stark.
Snap!
Rip!
Zizizi!
The mecha arrived before the Leviathan, its huge chainsaws swinging downwards, piercing directly deep into the Leviathan's brain and churning it into utter mush.
One Leviathan died just like that.
But this still could not solve the fundamental problem.
Simply because there were too many.
The Chitauri soldiers and Leviathans coming through the portal were simply far too many.
So many that even if they stood motionless in place and let people kill them, they couldn't finish killing them even if they worked themselves to death.
But in order to protect Earth, they had to continue fighting, not sparing even death!
Tony fought fiercely in the sky, and Leviathans plummeted toward the ground one after another.
Steve was not to be outdone; wherever the thunder passed, Chitauri soldiers fell downwards like raindrops.
Hulk leaped up even higher, jumped onto a Leviathan, and hammered many Leviathans to death.
Everyone was desperately resisting the attacks of these alien legions.
But as long as the portal wasn't closed, this crisis could not be stopped.
An atmosphere of despair gradually permeated.
Could humanity really win against such a legion that feared neither death nor pain and was virtually inexhaustible?
Finally, a Leviathan broke through the defense line and charged toward the direction where Loya was.
Tony shouted anxiously in the headset, "Protect Loya!"
But at this moment, everyone was entangled by Chitaurisoldiers and couldn't extend a helping hand at all.
Just when everyone was worrying about Loya, a reassuring voice came from the headset: "It's time to end this; I'm done."
Loya had already transferred all the citizens, and now he could finally make a move to wrap things up.
Hearing this voice, everyone's hearts instantly relaxed; the breakthrough point for the current situation lay entirely with Loya.
Loya looked at the approaching Leviathan, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting. solar judgment appeared in his hand, and with a thought, it instantly grew to tens of meters in size, its momentum like a rainbow!
He raised the giant axe high and swung it toward the Leviathan.
Snap!
Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the Leviathan had not the slightest power to resist, nor even a shred of obstruction, being directly cut in half.
But this time he didn't use the fire of the sun to burn it; instead, he took out two gourds, one yellow and one green, from System Space.
They were precisely the Furnace Gourd and life gourd.
The two gourds aimed at the Leviathan's corpse and inhaled.
The Leviathan's life energy was instantly sucked away by life gourd, turning into a massive cloud of dust that drifted away with the wind.
Immediately following that, the metallic machinery inside its body was sucked away by the furnace gourd.
This single Leviathan died so thoroughly that not even scraps were left.
"It really is feasible!"
Feeling the contents inside the two gourds, Loya's eyes lit up brightly.
He looked at the Chitauri army continuously pouring into Earth, his eyes filled with excitement.
Where were these alien invaders? They were simply delivery boys bringing treasures!
These fellows possessed both extremely abundant life energy and high-tier metallic machinery on their bodies; they were simply tailor-made for life gourd and the furnace gourd.
His super metal was as good as settled.
The only regret was that these Chitauri soldiers had no self-awareness and were entirely controlled by the Chitauri mothership; they couldn't count as life forms within the judgment of eternal wings, and thus couldn't provide stacks.
Otherwise, today eternal wings could be maxed out directly.
However, it didn't matter; these fellows could also stack other things.
For example, the "vampire knife" Loya had obtained previously—this was a great item that could stack maximum health, wasn't right now a good opportunity?
Thinking of this, Loya immediately shouted in the headset, "All of you stop! Stop fighting! Let me handle this!"
These were all treasures! Killing them like this was simply too wasteful; they had to be gathered and utilized together, raising efficiency was the king of kings.
As soon as his voice fell, his figure instantly vanished, reappearing beside the portal instead.
Loya took out the taunting horn and shouted downwards, "You alien scums! If you have the guts, come and kill me!"
As the words fell, the taunt effect of taunting horninstantly took effect.
The Chitauri soldiers and Leviathans who were originally still fighting the Avengers let out an angry roar, instantly turned their heads, and crazily rushed toward Loya's position one after another, not caring in the least even when attacked by Avengers members.
As if Loya had become an enemy who wiped out their clan, they would not rest until they killed Loya!
Meanwhile, Loya cast a protective barrier on himself, then directly rushed into the portal, entering into the cosmic starry sky.
The Chitauri soldiers and Leviathans followed closely behind, their killing intent towering to the heavens as they let out furious roars.
In just a short moment, not a single living Chitauri soldier remained on the entire Earth.
If not for the corpses of the Chitauri soldiers still on the ground and the portal in the sky still being there...
Everyone would even have thought that the previous events were just a dream.
The Avengers looked at the empty city, their faces filled with blank confusion.
Why did these guys charge over like madmen just because Loya shouted?
Could aliens understand Earth language?
What kind of situation was this?
Fury, who had been monitoring this place all along, also wore a blank expression.
What on earth was Loya trying to do by leading these aliens to the other side of the portal?
It was impossible to finish killing them just by letting him kill!
The portal had to be closed.
Could it be... to sacrifice oneself to buy time?
Did this guy have that kind of awareness?
Chapter 171 What's the point of fighting? Better to dance together
Just as everyone was confused by Loya's operation,
Loya had already ventured deep into the cosmic starry sky.
As he continuously shuttled through the cosmic starry sky, more and more Chitauri soldiers poured out from the mothership, pursuing Loya nearly madly and directly abandoning the attack on Earth.
Yet clearly, they weren't the batch of soldiers that had been taunted on Earth.
This was because the Chitauri soldiers lacked self-awareness and were entirely controlled uniformly by the mothership's central consciousness.
What was taunted by the taunting horn was not these individual soldiers, but the central consciousness within the mothership.
That was why the Chitauri soldiers chased after him relentlessly like mad dogs.
To put it bluntly, the mothership's central consciousness was already extremely anxious, turning into an out-of-control mad dog that would not stop until it bit Loya to death.
However, Loya's flight speed was always a section faster than theirs, yet he didn't completely shake them off, just like teasing a dog.
During the flight, he still had the leisure to think about his subsequent plan and casually observe the barrier magic he had just used.
He even gave a middle finger gesture toward the Chitauriarmy behind him.
Naturally, these Chitauri armies did not know the meaning of this gesture, but the central consciousness could feel that it was no good gesture, becoming even more furious and speeding up the rate of spawning troops by a few fractions.
"The effect of this barrier magic is really good. In the future, when going to other strange worlds and facing extremely harsh environments, I won't have to worry about being affected by the environment."
Loya put his hands behind his head, flying forward leisurely and quickly, nodding inwardly.
This was a magic from the compendium of spells, and its purpose was to ensure that the caster was not affected by harsh environments.
Now located in the cosmic vacuum, he was completely unaffected by anything; the freezing environment of the universe simply could not pierce through the barrier, and the interior of the barrier was no different from normal temperature.
However, this magic also had a shortcoming, which was that it could not produce oxygen on its own, and the oxygen within it relied entirely on the oxygen wrapped inside the barrier when casting the spell.
But this was not an issue at all. Loya's basic physique alone was already extremely perverted right now; even holding his breath for a few days was a piece of cake.
Let alone having the ability of Photosynthesis.
The saying of this ability that as long as there is light one can live is not empty words; as long as there is light, it could continuously generate energy to maintain vital signs, and it wouldn't matter even if there was no oxygen.
Anyway, as long as there is light one can live, perfectly solving this shortcoming, and entering the universe in the future would be just like returning home.
As for no light?
Come on, he was a man who knew the Divine Illumination, so self-sufficiency was completely not a problem.
While observing his own magic, Loya led the Chitaurisoldiers in the direction away from the portal.
Soon, he led them to a location relatively far from the portal; at least wanting to enter the portal again would require some time.
Seeing that the timing was ripe, a thought stirred in Loya's heart, communicating with the eye of aurora to instantly disappear from the starry sky.
The entire process was silent, and even the Chitauri army behind him didn't react in time.
Losing their target, they instantly lingered in place, at a loss.
The central consciousness in the rear was directly dumbfounded, not understanding why the Earthling who had made it hate him to the point of almost exploding just now suddenly disappeared.
However, its reaction was fast, immediately controlling all troops to surge toward the portal; since the target was gone, then they would continue the previous action: occupy Earth!
Meanwhile,
on the other side of Earth, Loya's figure instantly appeared on the roof of Stark Tower, beside the teleportation device.
At this time, the Avengers as well as Fury and others were still staring at the portal, completely unaware that Loyahad already returned.
And Loya's sudden appearance here gave Blade, who had been guarding Dr. Selvig, a huge scare. He suddenly turned around, hurriedly raised the weapon in his hand, and wore a vigilant expression.
Until he saw it was Loya, only then did he relax.
He put away his weapon, pointed at the portal, and spoke with great confusion: "Didn't you enter the portal? How did you appear here?"
"It's just a teleportation magic, no need to be so surprised." Loya explained casually, then hurried over to Dr. Selvigwho was modifying the teleportation device.
He quickly asked: "Doctor, can you make the portal stop expanding? I have a very important plan that needs your help."
Ever since the portal appeared, it had been expanding, and up until now, visually estimated, the diameter was probably about thirty meters.
If it got any larger, it would affect Loya's subsequent plan and greatly reduce efficiency.
Dr. Selvig pushed up his glasses, pondered slightly, then nodded and said: "Of course, the principle is actually very simple, which is—"
"Wait! Now is not the time to talk about these, you should start first." Loya hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt; for a scumbag like him to listen to these things was still too advanced. The moment this guy opened his mouth, he was already getting a bit sleepy.
To prevent this Doctor from continuing to talk, Loyahurriedly left, instantly disappearing in place, and when he appeared again, he was back near the portal.
Seeing Loya appear again, the Avengers were not surprised either; the other party had been so elusive before.
But they were very curious about what Loya was going to do.
Tony asked curiously in the team communication channel: "Loya, what are you doing leading the aliens outside the portal and coming back? Do you need buddy to provide you with help?"
Intuition told him that Loya must have some big plan, and as a good friend, he ought to provide help.
Thor added in the channel: "That's right, Loya, I think you can delay them for a while longer. I'll go back to Asgard to fetch reinforcements, and it won't be long before I clean up all this trash."
If the Chitauri soldiers hadn't come so suddenly that Thorcouldn't spare the time, otherwise he would have long used Loya's portal to go back to Asgard to call people.
If it were before, he might not have done this, thinking it would impair personal honor, but now it was different.
Being able to bring reinforcements could reduce casualties. Although Loya had transferred ordinary civilians to a safe zone, who knew what would happen next, let alone that these people participating in the battle were also in danger.
A king who could protect everyone was a good king.
Fury also chimed in: "That's right, Loya, if you need anything just speak up. I can submit an application to the higher-ups now to launch a nuclear bomb."
"You can take so many people away; controlling the direction of a nuclear bomb shouldn't be a difficult task. Do you want to give that group of alien scum one?"
"No, no, no!" Listening to the voices in the communicator, Loya hurriedly rejected their proposal.
These Chitauri soldiers were full of treasures; if they were blown up by a nuclear bomb, wouldn't that be a huge loss?
He hurriedly explained: "Don't get excited, everyone. I have my own rhythm and plan. Just rest assured, I guarantee to make you satisfied."
After speaking, Loya flew to the center of the portal and observed the position of the Chitauri army.
At this time, the Chitauri army was even more numerous than before, densely packed like locusts, filling the entire field of vision, but still at a distance from the portal.
However, even with some distance, it didn't prevent them from seeing Loya's appearance clearly.
The effect of the taunting horn took effect again, and the mothership's central consciousness instantly flew into a rage, controlling the Chitauri soldiers to rush toward the portal like mad dogs.
Seeing this, Loya didn't care at all, and a smile of excitement even appeared on his face.
Thinking of what he was going to do next, the smile on his face simply couldn't be controlled.
With a thought, an item appeared in his hand.
This was a sphere about the size of a basketball.
Embedded with several colored light bulbs on the surface, he believed it must look very nice when lit up.
[Music and Dance Ball: Using this item forces targets within range to enter a dancing state]
Loya used psychokinesis to control the Music and Dance Ball, placed it right in the center of the portal, and then activated it.
Ding~
First, a crisp sound came over, followed by the light bulbs of the Music and Dance Ball lighting up, and colorful lights bloomed accordingly, looking extremely pretty.
Everyone's expressions shocked, gazing fixedly at this place, anticipating what kind of role this thing could actually play.
However, the next second, something that left everyone present extremely speechless happened.
Melodious music came from the Music and Dance Ball. The sound wasn't loud, but on such a spacious battlefield, it appeared exceptionally clear.
"You love me, I love you—"
"Happy Chinese New Year! Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations to you—"
"Bi lei! Jiasi bi lei—"
"My dad just killed him—"
Avengers:
Fury and Hill:
S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents:
Listening to the music in different languages by their ears, everyone fell silent.
They looked at Loya in front of the portal and that colorful ball playing music, temporarily not knowing what to say.
What the hell is this doing?
Is this your rhythm and plan? The plan is to play some ghost-beast music in front of the portal?
What else can this do besides drawing hatred?
Can you be a little more serious!
Aliens are invading the world right now, hey!
If this goes on, Earth will be destroyed!
At this time, Loki, hiding in the dark, saw this scene, his expression relaxed, and his heart that had been hanging all this time instantly let go.
His shoulders heaved up and down, and he covered his mouth with one hand so he wouldn't laugh out loud.
Earlier, seeing that Loya was still able to maintain his strength after evacuating so many citizens, easily chopping a Leviathan to death with a casual swing of an axe, and then luring away the other Chitauri armies on Earth—
Loki had been terribly worried, deathly afraid that Loyawould ruin the plan to invade Earth.
When he saw the scene before him, he smiled, and he felt relieved.
Could Loya have overused magic and damaged his brain?
What was the use of placing a ball that played music in front of the portal?
To liven up the Chitauri army?
Or was he hoping that awkward dancing could scare them away?
Don't be ridiculous; how could anyone win a war by awkward dancing?
This was simply impossible!
Looking at Loya in the sky acting like a fool, Loki couldn't help but shake his head. "I have always regarded you as my greatest enemy, but now it seems I overestimated you. It even feels a bit degrading to have you as my slave; I'll just watch you get torn to pieces by the army, and then I will take control of Earth."
He had already begun daydreaming about a bright future.
Loya in front of the portal naturally didn't know that everyone's thoughts were so complex. He felt the range covered by the "Music Dance Ball" and nodded in satisfaction.
The diameter of the portal was about thirty meters, and the range covered by the music dance ball was slightly larger than that, just enough to completely cover the portal.
What needed to be done now was to wait for the Chitaurisoldiers to step into this meticulously arranged trap.
This was a conceptual-grade control effect.
Soon, the first batch of Chitauri soldiers arrived not far from the portal.
These soldiers rode special aircraft and were much faster than the Leviathans.
Piercing roars came from their mouths as they frantically charged toward Loya. The effect of the "taunting horn" made them only want to tear Loya to pieces.
However, the moment these soldiers flew into the range of the "Music Dance Ball", its overbearing forced-dancing effect took effect immediately.
The Chitauri soldiers let go of their aircraft one after another, placing their hands on their waists and swaying up and down, dancing gracefully to the music like swans.
Their slender figures and dilapidated skin made their dancing look both eerie and comical.
Having let go of their aircraft, they could no longer fly and could only fall under the pull of gravity.
At that moment, eight bloody flying knife phantoms pierced through these Chitauri soldiers, taking their lives in a split second.
They died amidst music and dance.
The next moment, two gourds, one yellow and one green, appeared in front of the Chitauri soldiers' corpses.
A strange suction force surged from the gourds; the metal machinery on the Chitauri soldiers was sucked into the yellow gourd, while their life energy was sucked into the green gourd.
Moments later, all that was left for this patch of Earth's land was a handful of dust.
Right, even their aircraft were not spared; all the metal was sucked into the yellow "furnace gourd", leaving only some non-metal parts to fall to the ground.
"Awesome!"
Loya couldn't help exclaiming.
This was his designed semi-automated fountain-camping device.
The "taunting horn" drew aggro and gathered monsters, the "Music Dance Ball" controlled the Chitauri soldiers entering the range, then he killed them with the "vampire knife" to stack his max health limit, and finally used the "furnace gourd" and "life gourd" to complete the final recycling.
It could be called a perfectly streamlined one-stop service.
From birth to death and then to an alternative cremation, the whole process was done in one go.
It perfectly gathered the Chitauri soldiers together to prevent them from scattering and causing trouble, greatly improving efficiency!
Just like that, Loya kept swinging his blade, killing, and absorbing, quickly making the central consciousness feel that something was wrong.
The central consciousness discovered that it could no longer control the soldiers after they entered the portal. Once these soldiers entered the portal, they would immediately perform strange movements.
Then they would be killed by that damned Earthling, and even their corpses wouldn't be spared, being directly sucked into ashes—how brutal!
But it discovered the root cause; all the abnormalities stemmed from that ball emitting strange sounds and lights.
The central consciousness immediately changed its strategy, controlling the soldiers who had not yet entered the portal's range, pulling the triggers of their weapons, and launching energy attacks at that ball.
For a time, dense energy beams shot toward Loya.
Seeing this, the corners of Loya's mouth raised slightly. Daring to use long-range attacks against him—wasn't that foolish?
Did they not know he knew Wind Control Swordsmanship?
He snorted coldly, "Where did you bumpkins from outer space come from? Don't you know that long-range attacks will be blocked by the Wind Wall?"
With a casual wave of Loya's hand, a huge Wind Wallenveloped the entire portal. The energy beams hit the Wind Wall and were instantly bounced away.
Under his manipulation, these beams did not hurt a single Chitauri soldier. Every single soldier was his maximum health value upper limit; they couldn't die from other things.
No matter how many energy beams came, they were all bounced away by the Wind Wall, unable to harm Loya in the slightest.
Wanting to attack Loya in close combat would result in being controlled by the "Music Dance Ball".
Wanting to attack Loya from a distance would result in being bounced back by the Wind Wall.
All the means of the Chitauri army became a joke in front of Loya.
As for those massive Leviathans, dealing with them was even simpler.
Using telekinesis, Loya controlled the "solar judgment", which had grown to tens of meters in size, and slashed wantonly at those giant beasts in the cosmic starry sky.
No matter how sturdy the machinery on these giant beasts was, how could it withstand the "solar judgment" containing multiple properties and multiple rounds of enchantments?
With just a gentle slash, they could be split in half.
The "furnace gourd" and "life gourd" cooperated to cleanly dismantle the Leviathans' corpses as well.
From then on, this place completely became Loya's stage.
He only needed to continuously swing the "vampire knife" and the "solar judgment" to keep reaping the lives of the Chitauri soldiers and make full use of their corpses.
Even if the Chitauri soldiers slowed down slightly, Loyawould shout with the taunting horn to pull the aggro back up.
The Chitauri soldiers didn't look like an army invading Earth; they looked more like a cannon-fodder army resembling a factory assembly line, endlessly increasing the benefits Loya gained.
Seeing this somewhat comical yet extremely bizarre scene—
Everyone present was completely dumbfounded.
Whether it was the genius scientist Tony, Thor who grew up in a magical realm, or the well-informed Fury.
None of them could use words to explain what was happening before their eyes; this was simply crushing their worldview.
Why would these Chitauri soldiers start dancing awkward dances not far after entering that ball?
Was this magic?
Or technology?
Everyone completely failed to understand the situation.
They could only attribute it to Loya's mysterious little gadgets once again, except the manifestation was a bit abstract, and the effect was truly—extraordinary.
Their hanging hearts finally dropped completely. Judging by the current situation, this Battle of New York seemed to have already ended, only it looked a bit—strange.
Their hearts were dropped, but Loki on the other side wasn't feeling so good.
Watching Loya wantonly slaughtering the Chitauri, he felt his whole body turn cold, as if falling into an ice cellar.
Turns out he was the fool; that ball wasn't used for awkward dancing at all, but possessed powerful crowd-control capabilities, able to directly control the Chitaurisoldiers entering its range.
Even when Loki contacted the central consciousness through the Mind Scepter, he could only get a burst of angry static; the central consciousness, separated by such a distance, seemed to have been affected as well.
Furthermore, Loya's stamina seemed endless. Having killed for so long, not only did he show no signs of fatigue, but he even killed faster and faster.
What the hell, was he even human?
You might as well let you be the Asgardian god!
"No!"
"I must escape! If he keeps killing like this, Loya might really wipe out the entire Chitauri army, and by then—"
Loki's heart shuddered.
He definitely didn't want to be caught back, didn't want to return to that cage, and even less wanted to face the bizarre and powerful Loya face-to-face.
Having done such things, Loya wouldn't let him go, and his father and mother would severely punish him too!
Loki didn't even dare to imagine what would happen next.
He immediately decided to run away right now!
This wasn't cowardice, but wisdom!
Loki raised the scepter in his hand, about to cast magic and leave.
As for the punishment from that cosmic overlord, that was a matter for later.
The moment he wanted to cast magic, an invisible and powerful force directly snatched his scepter away.
Immediately following that, Loya's teasing voice exploded in his ear!
"Loki! Where do you want to escape to? I've been staring at you all along!"
Hearing this voice, Loki turned pale as paper, his calves trembled violently, and he collapsed directly to the ground, feeling utterly despairing in his heart.
"It's over!"
He had actually been monitored by Loya all along, so wasn't his previous behavior a complete and utter joke?
Chapter 172: The Battle of New York Ends, A Fruitful Harvest
Loki collapsed onto the ground, his invisibility unconsciously deactivated.
He narrowed his eyes, blankly looking at Loya, who was still wantonly slaughtering Chitauri soldier in the sky. His mind was in complete chaos, and he was almost going crazy.
Why— — — — could this be the result?
Loki had to admit that Loya was the man who had hurt him the deepest in this lifetime.
Bar none!
He had lived for so many years, yet he had never been treated like this, nor had he ever experienced such a failure.
The first time he was fiercely humiliated by a mortal and thrown around like a rag doll, it was done by Loya.
The last meticulously designed plan was also ruined by Loya, making him suffer immensely in the Asgardian prison.
Even Thor being punished down to Midgard to experience difficult trials was only passed because of Loya.
And now, his painstakingly designed plan to invade Earth, along with the legion he had worked so hard to acquire, had failed right from the very beginning.
Loya was like his nightmare, lingering like a shadow, always able to precisely ruin all his plans!
Even— — — — even this guy had gained Thor's trust, won the approval of his father and mother, and was treated as an esteemed guest.
Yet he himself was like a stray dog on the roadside; utterly disheveled and pathetic.
Whenever Loki thought of this, he felt uncomfortable all over, as if ants were crawling inside his bone marrow.
Clearly, he and Thor had lived together for over a thousand years, and he had spoken so many words and offered so many suggestions, yet Thor could never listen, remaining so reckless and opinionated.
Why?
Why!
Why could Loya, having spent only a few days with Thor, make Thor change so drastically?
Making a reckless brawler who only knew how to fight and regarded glory as everything become caring towards others?
Becoming so indecisive?
On what grounds!
Thor had even found a woman he liked on Midgard.
What was so good about the people of Midgard?
But even if he was unwilling to accept it, what use was it?
This time— — — — he had lost in the end after all.
Loki's eyes flickered with a dead-grey expression on his face; he never could have imagined that right from the very beginning, he had been plotted against and monitored by Loya.
What was the difference between everything he did and those monkeys performing on stage?
The dignified God of Mischief and God of Guile was actually being played around in circles by a mere mortal.
Was this right?
Reminiscing about his previous contempt and mockery towards Loya, Loki only felt his face burning with a fiery pain, as if countless slaps had been dealt to him.
The other party was not a fool at all, but rather didn't care at all, with everything completely under control.
He spent his days taking pleasure in plotting and teasing others, but now he had unexpectedly become the joke himself.
The massive army that had managed to teleport over didn't even manage to kill a single mortal before being blocked and slaughtered right in front of the portal, without even a shred of resistance.
Loki gazed at Loya's figure in the sky, while part of his vision locked onto the Mind Scepter not far away.
On the surface, he still wore that decadent look after being struck, but his mind had become active once again.
"If I make a move a bit faster to get the scepter and cast a spell instantly, I should be able to escape successfully.
It was only because I was careless before that the scepter was taken away. If I make a move now, Loya definitely won't expect it, nor will he be able to react in time."
The more Loki thought about it, the more he felt that the probability of this method succeeding was very high.
He had already seen that the power used to snatch the scepter was wind element magic.
No matter how high one's attainment in natural magic was, communicating with wind elements still required time. Separated by such a distance, it was impossible for Loya to react in time.
Furthermore, he could also cast spells to interfere, as he was also a master of natural magic.
And Loki could use this tiny bit of time to directly grab the scepter, then go to the teleportation device to close the portal, and finally escape before the portal closed.
That way, even if Loya wanted to pursue him, it would be impossible.
Loki nodded secretly, smiled triumphantly in his heart, and directly mapped out the entire series of plans.
He was never a person who would easily admit defeat; it was just a failure, he would just do it again.
He believed that with his glib tongue, defrauding some more assistance from that overlord wouldn't be a problem.
And by that time, he would never be as passive as he was now; he would prepare a foolproof plan and make his move once again.
Thinking of this, Loki immediately prepared to take action.
He didn't immediately make a move to snatch the scepter, but instead unleashed his millennium-honed, practically flawless acting skills and began to perform.
This was to make Loya, who had been constantly monitoring this place, let down his guard.
Loki collapsed on the ground, his eyes vacant and his expression pale, carrying a sense of despair. His lips trembled slightly, and his entire body even twitched slightly.
He completely looked like a breakdown victim who couldn't handle the blow.
His tone was extremely despairing, even carrying a crying lilt: "Why, why is it like this? Why— — — — have I lost again?"
Loki abruptly raised his head, seizing the opportunity to adjust his posture into a state suitable for exerting force, and roared toward the sky: "No—!"
That voice was truly heartbreaking, moving listeners to sorrow and watchers to tears.
But what people didn't expect was that at the very instant of this roar, Loki moved!
He exerted sudden force with his feet, causing the concrete where he stepped to instantly fracture. His entire body rocketed out like a cannonball, and a harsh piercing whistle echoed through the air.
As an Asgardian— — — — Frost Giant.
Loki possessed physical fitness far exceeding ordinary people; he was far more than just a mere mage.
Otherwise, how could he have used assassin tactics in the past?
He was only a few meters away from the scepter, and in just a split second, he had already pounced in front of it.
Loki suddenly flicked his hand and grabbed towards the scepter, feeling no sense of restraint on his body at all. This showed that Loya hadn't reacted at all—he was wildly ecstatic in his heart: "Success!"
However, things never developed toward the anticipated outcome.
Loki's hand was about to grasp the scepter when suddenly, an extremely majestic voice exploded in his ear!
"Silence!"
Hum~
Loki's mind buzzed, and every hair on his body stood on end. His body, which was still soaring, instantly stiffened, and he plunged straight toward the ground.
Bam!
His face slammed into the wall, taking a heavy face-plant into the dirt. Dust flew everywhere, and he looked thoroughly wretched.
Loki was still unwilling to give up; this little bit of pain was nothing at all. He quickly got up, preparing to snatch the scepter once again.
Yet when he looked up, he found that the scepter was rapidly floating towards Loya's direction.
"???"
"!!!"
What was the situation?
Loki widened his eyes, completely dumbfounded. Seeing the scepter fly away, he originally wanted to curse out loud, but found that he didn't know how to speak anymore, as if his language ability had vanished and he didn't know how to open his mouth.
But after a moment of being dazed, he made another decision.
No scepter meant no scepter; even if he just ran directly, he refused to fall into Loya's hands just like that.
Even if he was going to be caught in the end, he had to make this guy put in effort and disgust this bastard!
Loki suddenly turned around, preparing to jump off the rooftop and create some chaos before escaping.
However, when he leaped off the rooftop, he didn't fall to the ground as he had imagined.
Instead, he was bound by the power of the wind, suspended in mid-air, and drifted towards Loya's direction.
No!
Loki's heart shook violently; he would rather die than see that damned bastard Loya!
With a thought in his mind, he immediately prepared to urge his magic to break free from the restraint.
Right at this moment, that familiar voice sounded in his ear again.
"Silence!"
In an instant, the surging magical fluctuations on Loki's body vanished without a trace.
He couldn't even manage to cast a spell, falling into the same state as losing his speech.
As if he had been born a mute and didn't know magic at all.
"What the hell is this damn thing anyway?"
Loki was utterly broken inside.
In fact, even this sentence could not be spoken in his heart; it could only be a vague thought.
Such a situation made a trace of fear involuntarily grow in his heart.
You must know that magic itself was a kind of language. If it were merely the loss of verbal language ability, that would be one thing.
But under the current situation, even speaking words mentally was impossible, and casting spells was also impossible.
What kind of mage-nemesis ability was this?
With an ability like this, what mage could ever defeat Loya?
Did they really have to make mages fight in close combat?
Loki had already tried this matter, and it was extremely unreliable.
Could Loya be his nemesis?
Clearly, both names contained the character "Luo", so why treat him like this?
Loki's eyes were solemn. After struggling for quite a while, he was simply unable to break free from the restraint. Having lost his spell-casting ability, there was utterly no possibility for him to resist Loya's magic.
He could only watch helplessly as his body got closer and closer to Loya.
Until he completely arrived by Loya's side.
While slaughtering Chitauri soldier to his heart's content, Loya said without even turning his head, "Loki, your acting skills are just too terrible. Exaggerated, far too exaggerated, not realistic at all. You know what? With your level of acting skills, if you went to Hollywood, you would starve to death."
Hearing this, Loki's face instantly flushed red, and right at this moment, his language ability recovered once again.
He cursed through gritted teeth, "Loya! You damned bastard! I am going to kill you!"
"Gibberish!"
"Blah blah!"
Loki cursed continuously for quite a while, even mixing in some Asgardian dialects with spittle flying everywhere, which Loya couldn't understand at all.
However, Thor down below understood it. He frowned, and his expression instantly turned gloomy.
Loki was actually cursing so harshly; this was a disrespect to his friends, and he must properly discipline Lokiafterward!
However, Loya did not stop Loki from continuing to curse, instead silently killing Chitauri soldier on the side. When Loki finished cursing, he suddenly chimed in, "Loki, you know what? The roar of a loser is as ridiculous as the howl of a wild dog on the side of the road. If you think cursing me can make you feel a bit better, then go ahead and continue."
Loya's tone was very calm, and even carried a hint of comfort.
But these words falling into Loki's ears were exceptionally grating.
His face instantly turned the color of pig liver, his eyes staring dead at Loya. His mouth opened slightly, wanting to speak yet stopping, wanting to speak again yet stopping, and for a long time he couldn't say a single word.
This God of Mischief experienced for the first time the feeling that no matter what one said it felt powerless; no matter how strong one's glib tongue was, it was useless here.
The corners of Loya's mouth hooked up slightly. Loki's actions were entirely under his surveillance. Wanting to run? What a sweet dream!
His "Silence" ability was a bane to mages. As long as Lokiwasn't that version of Loki who was the God of Stories, then don't even think about running.
Letting him bounce around for so long was merely to buy time and make it convenient for himself to obtain more benefits; otherwise, he would have caught Loki in the very first moment.
But now the timing was about right, and he could begin the cleanup work.
Loya said into the communicator, "Director, have S.H.I.E.L.D. blockade this area and do not let civilians approach. You guys can also start collecting the debris and equipment of those aliens on the ground. I still have some time here."
There were many remains of the Chitauri army on the ground, but Loya understood one thing.
Some things could not be completely taken away; he had to leave a little for certain organizations, otherwise it would affect the subsequent release of quests and the progress of the plan.
He must absolutely not lose a watermelon over a sesame seed.
Fury responded in the communicator, "No problem, it's just—"
He paused and asked, "Are you going to slaughter all of these aliens? Just killing them one by one like this?"
"Correct." Loya nodded, "Don't you think that killing them all like this has an extremely strong deterrent force? Let them witness the prowess of Earthlings."
Fury was silent for a moment, then said, "Alright then, um—don't exhaust yourself."
He didn't know what to say, and after thinking over and over, he only had this sentence.
Honestly speaking, Loya's approach really had no problem at all.
A vast fleet being killed one by one by a single person—this deterrent force was stronger than anything else.
At least Fury was not willing to face such an enemy.
He lamented inwardly: Fortunately Loya is on Earth's side, otherwise we would really be doomed this time.
These alien invaders not only had advanced technology, but they also fucking played sneak attacks and human-wave tactics. What insidious and cunning ghosts of things!
As for the matter of Loya taking two furnace gourds to collect the Chitauri corpses and the metal on their bodies,
Fury chose to turn a blind eye; after all, he only had one eye.
Just like that, Fury quickly began making arrangements, blockading this area and organizing manpower to start collecting alien technological debris.
As for Loya, he concentrated on killing Chitauri soldier, chatting with Loki from time to time, chatting in a way that made this mischief-maker furious, yet helpless.
It wasn't that Loki hadn't thought about escaping, but every time he had this thought, Loya would disgust him with that damned ability, making it completely impossible to escape.
Just like that, Loya kept slaughtering Chitauri soldier, killing from daytime all the way into the night without even blinking his eyes.
The sky changed from azure to pitch black, and stars twinkled in the sky.
Loki on the side just watched like this, going from shock to fear, and finally to numbness.
He had already concluded that Loya was simply a murder maniac and a psychopath. How could anyone kill continuously, slaughtering from daytime straight into the night?
Having lived for over a thousand years, he had never seen such a terrifying fellow.
How could Midgard give birth to such a fellow?
And after so long, the Avengers had already returned to the roof of Stark Tower, and even set up a table of delicacies next to the portal device.
Everyone gathered around the table, talking and laughing, without the slightest sense of tension from an alien invasion.
All because of that man who killed from daytime until night.
Tony held a wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and urged in the communicator, "Loya, hasn't that group of damned aliens been killed off yet? You've already been killing for nine hours, hurry up, we're waiting for you to eat."
Hearing this, Loya smiled slightly and responded, "It'll be ready right away."
He looked towards the other side of the portal again; at this time, the Chitauri army was already down to very few.
Under his nearly ten hours of slaughter, they were almost completely annihilated.
Finally, the body and equipment of the last Chitauri Soldier were collected into the furnace gourd.
The Chitauri army was declared wiped out.
And when the last soldier died, the mothership on the other side trembled slightly, light blooming outside the mothership, and the space nearby fluctuated slightly.
This was preparing to use spatial jump to escape!
"Want to run?"
Loya snorted coldly.
His figure moved and he vanished from the spot. When he appeared again, he was already inside the mothership.
With a thought of his telekinesis, he instantly crushed the Chitauri Commander inside the mothership, and then killed the central consciousness as well.
Finally, he controlled the furnace gourd to swallow all the metal of the entire mothership, leaving not a single bit behind.
Until this moment, the entire Chitauri legion invading Earth was completely annihilated.
Loya flashed back to the portal, grabbed Loki, and returned to the portal device.
Through the help of Professor Selvig, the Mind Scepterwas inserted into the device, and the energy of the Tesseract was instantly blocked.
The towering azure pillar of light slowly disappeared, and the portal above also recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this point, the Battle of New York finally came to an end.
The system prompt also sounded in Loya's ears.
[Quest "Evacuation" Completed]
[Reward: Experience +1000, Item "Face Pinch Water"]
[Major Event "Chitauri Invasion" Completed]
[Rewards: Experience +30000, Item "Strong Adhesive", Special Item "Universal Key", Precious Item "Storybook", Ability "Clothes-Busting God of War", Random Dungeon Ticket, Emotional Anchor]
[Face Pinch Water: Applying this bottle of water allows you to customize your facial features.]
[Strong Adhesive: Can bond all substances.]
[Evaluation: It's easy to stick together, but hard to separate.]
[Universal Key: A key that can open all doors and locks, and can close all doors and locks, but on the premise that you can find the doors and locks.]
[Evaluation: Isn't it a bit downgrading to use this to steal Wi-Fi?]
[Storybook: A book that can record stories. After meeting the conditions to record stories, you are the author! At the same time, it is also a book suitable for casting a certain type of special magic (unlocking world hidden achievements allows you to record stories. Composing stories requires consuming soul power).]
[Evaluation: Remember to write a good ending and don't rush the ending. Of course, leaving it unfinished is also not allowed!]
[Clothes-Busting God of War: The more clothing items worn on the body that burst, and the higher the quality of the burst items, the overall attribute boost obtained is higher.]
[Evaluation: What a money-consuming ability.]
[Random Dungeon Ticket: Can randomly enter a dungeon.]
[Emotional Anchor: Can anchor the user's emotion onto the target, and will also anchor one of the target's emotions onto the user. When losing this emotion, upon seeing the anchored object, the emotion will be regained.]
[Evaluation: Losing emotion is the necessary path to becoming a certain existence, and gaining emotion is the key to becoming a certain existence. Young man, you've already succeeded halfway, hurry up and work hard.]
[You have leveled up, obtained Lottery Draws +1, Free Attribute Points * 3]
[You have leveled up, obtained Lottery Draws +1, Free Attribute Points * 3]
[Current Level: 19]
Chapter 173: Loki: "Don't come over here!"
"Whoa!"
As expected of a major main storyline event, these rewards are truly generous.
Loya looked at the rewards obtained on the system interface, feeling extremely comfortable inside, and nodded with satisfaction.
This was the task with the most rewards so far.
Not only did it reward a full thirty thousand experience points, allowing him to level up twice in one breath, but now he was only one level away from entering the dungeon world.
Besides experience points, there were also items, abilities, dungeon admission tickets, and a very mysterious "Emotional Anchor".
Loya briefly scanned this string of rewards.
This "Facial Remodeling Water" made his eyes light up. It wasn't that he felt his own face needed remodeling, but rather that an unexpected guy had come to this universe—Deadpool.
He remembered that Deadpool's face was ruined beyond recognition due to experiments, and because the healing factor was activated only after the face was destroyed,
therefore the healing factor couldn't restore the face to its original state. Even if the skin of the face was torn off and a new face grew back, it would still look like this.
This guy's body had already treated the disfigured face as its original face; no matter how it was destroyed and then recovered, it would always turn back into the same appearance.
This item happened to be usable on Deadpool.
Not to mention making Deadpool submissive to every command, at the very least it should be able to farm quite a bit of favorability.
After all, Deadpool was still quite obsessed with recovering his appearance.
Looking over at the "Super Strong Adhesive", which could bond all materials, it seemed to be of little use to Loya.
With the "Horse Talisman" in hand, if something broke, it was fine to just restore it using the power of the talisman; there was no need to glue it together.
However, he felt that this item might have other uses.
For example, forcibly making two people stick together like glue and paint.
What would happen if two people who hated each other were stuck together?
Or using it as a trap wasn't out of the question either.
As for the "Universal Key" item, it was undoubtedly a conceptual item.
Opening or closing all doors and locks—its uses were extremely numerous.
Things that possessed the concepts of locks and doors were hard to define.
From as small as opening someone else's door to steal things, to as large as ignoring magic arrays to enter and exit at will, or directly closing other people's portals.
There was even the gene lock; wasn't that also a lock?
Opening the gene lock probably wouldn't be a problem either.
Of course, the premise of all this was finding the doors and locks; otherwise, it would all be in vain.
Some locks and doors were easy to find, but some things were truly illusory, requiring specific methods to find.
When receiving this major main storyline event task, what Loya anticipated was undoubtedly the reward of precious items among them.
Whether it was the two eggs obtained previously and the two pets hatched from them, or precious items like the "eye of aurora" and the "compendium of spells", their uses were quite significant.
Saying he wasn't looking forward to it was impossible.
It's just that the precious items rewarded this time made him extremely excited while also leaving him utterly speechless.
The "Storybook"; just looking at the system introduction, its effects were truly heaven-defying to the extreme.
Recording stories, composing stories.
In a certain sense, this was no different from a Creator.
Just moving a finger could change the fate of the world; who wouldn't like that?
But there was one extremely annoying point: one needed to unlock world hidden achievements to record stories.
As for achievements, Loya truly couldn't figure out the unlock requirements.
By rights, he had joined the Avengers and had even become the captain of the Avengers; shouldn't there be an achievement?
Yet there simply wasn't one.
Until now, he had only unlocked three achievements, let alone world hidden achievements.
He could only pin his hopes on discovering something when going to other worlds; perhaps this item wasn't applicable to the universe he was in, but rather suitable for other worlds.
Furthermore, unable to record stories meant being unable to compose stories, which naturally meant he couldn't understand how much soul power was consumed when composing stories.
In short, it was all unknown, scratching people's hearts and livers, making them extremely curious.
Fortunately, there was another use for the "Storybook": it could become a book for casting a certain type of special magic.
! That was right.
Ever since Loya obtained the "compendium of spells", he liked to browse the magic on it whenever he had nothing to do. There were indeed several special magic spells on it that required special books to be cast, and the "Storybook" fit the requirements very well.
Afterwards, when he had time, he could study it carefully.
Then there was the ability obtained this time, "Clothing-Busting God of War".
This ability was once again Loya's favorite numerical-type ability.
Ripping clothes while fighting added stats; the more was ripped, the higher the quality of the rip, the more stats were added, and the more abnormal the numerical values became, though ripping clothes in certain situations was somewhat unseemly.
However, this was not an issue; once the enemy was beaten to death, there wouldn't be this annoyance.
This ability was also very suitable for Loya to use.
This Chitauri invasion event yielded him a massive amount of metal.
Afterwards, he could completely use the "furnace gourd" to transform these metals into various even rarer metals, used to forge all kinds of high-quality clothes.
He could also let Tony forge a set of high-quality battle armor for him, which could also be considered a type of clothing.
As for the loss of blowing up clothes?
There was no need to worry about this at all; just restoring it with the "Horse Talisman" would do. Didn't this create a synergy?
Moreover, in the process of wiping out the Chitauri army, Loya's "Cosmo" stars, which were already almost ready, completely lit up one hundred and eight of them.
He could now choose the Phoenix constellation to become part of the star map.
After preparing the materials, he could set about synthesizing the Phoenix Cloth.
The quality of the Phoenix Cloth was extremely high, making it a perfect match with the ability "Clothing-Busting God of War".
However, Loya did not plan to choose the Phoenix constellation to become part of the star map anytime soon; he was just preparing to get the materials ready first.
This was still because of Deadpool; this guy wasn't from this universe, and his behavior was so bizarre, which made Loya smell the scent of a special mission.
Once he asked clearly about Deadpool's purpose, if there was a chance to go to the Mutant universe to execute a mission, it wouldn't be too late to choose the Phoenix constellation then.
Because the Marvel Universe didn't have Saints, when the constellation entered the Cosmo, some changes would occur.
And the Mutant universe clearly had the Phoenix Force; if he chose the Phoenix constellation in the Mutant universe and attracted the attention of the Phoenix Force, that would be a huge profit.
The Phoenix Force was a very remarkable and powerful force; even if it was only incomplete, it had great uses.
Having the opportunity to gain favor, how could he miss it?
Things like this that could be tried with just a little waiting—not doing it would be a waste.
Furthermore, Loya still had "Separation Magic". If he really went to the Mutant universe and separated the abilities of the Mutants there, it would truly be exhilarating.
As for the "Random Dungeon Ticket", there was no need to worry about it for now; he would consider it when he got a bit stronger.
As everyone knew, the waters of these random dungeon worlds were the deepest.
If it gave him some outrageous world, he would be finished.
And this final "Emotional Anchor" was the reward Loyaunderstood the least.
It could anchor emotions, regaining them after they disappeared.
Could it be that as he grew stronger and stronger, his emotions would gradually disappear?
Akin to the state of invincible true loneliness of Saitama in One-Punch Man?
But now Loya was countless times stronger than before; far from showing signs of thinning emotions or disappearing emotions, he actually felt his emotions were even richer.
He now felt more like someone who, after gaining a bit of strength, could slightly release themselves.
However, since he had obtained this thing, he would find an opportunity to use it. It could also be considered preparation for the future; no one could say for sure what would happen later.
However, the target for this anchored emotion still needed careful consideration.
After all, this could not only anchor one's own emotions, but also anchor the other party's emotions; it had to be considered prudently.
As for now, let's grab a meal first; hacking at Chitauri for so long made one's stomach hungry.
With the closing of the portal, everyone present couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, which truly meant this battle had come to a genuine end.
And their gazes involuntarily turned towards Loya, their eyes burning.
In this Battle of New York, Loya's contribution was the greatest.
Not only did he save the lives of countless citizens, but he also resolved so many enemies, reducing the losses of this battle to a minimum.
Undeniably the top merit, they were utterly convinced by this captain of the Avengers.
Loya looked at everyone's various gazes and only felt entirely uncomfortable. He shook his head and smiled, saying: "What are you all looking at me for? We're about to starve to death, hurry up and serve dinner."
Holding a wine glass, Tony laughed heartily: "Right, right, right, let's eat quickly. This is our first gathering as the Avengers, worthy of commemoration."
Everyone nodded one after another, then took their seats and began to enjoy the delicacies prepared by the top chef hired by Tony.
Eating, drinking, and chatting at the same time.
The atmosphere was extremely harmonious and very lively.
As for the primary culprit Loki, he was tied to the side by Loya, and could only watch helplessly as they ate, drank, and chatted and laughed happily.
Seeing this scene, the complexion that Loki had managed to recover with much difficulty turned liver-colored once again, and he was so angry that he gnashed his teeth.
These damned fellows were eating and drinking here, enjoying the banquet, while he could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.
This could be said to be a supreme insult to Loki, the God of Mischief, making him feel even more like an outsider.
What was the purpose of creating mischief?
Wasn't it just to gain attention? But now he was completely ignored, like an invisible person.
He opened his mouth, wanting to curse aloud, but for a long time, he didn't know what to say.
Whenever he had this thought, Loki would recall what Loya had said before: "The roar of a loser is as ridiculous as the wailing of a stray dog by the roadside."
It was neither right to speak nor not to speak, driving him to the verge of bursting with frustration.
Just when Loki was furious beyond measure, a fork suddenly appeared before his eyes, holding a piece of steaming, sizzling roast meat.
The alluring aroma rushed straight into his nose, Loki's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva.
He was very hungry, but he didn't open his mouth to eat, instead looking up.
The only person who could still think of Loki at a time like this was Thor.
Thor's gaze was extremely complex.
Loki had done wrong, but after all, he was still his own younger brother. Watching his brother make mistake after mistake, his heart ached terribly.
But no matter what, he still had to eat; he shouldn't let himself starve thin.
Seeing that the food was handed over by Thor, Lokiabruptly turned his head to the side and even closed his eyes, showing no courtesy at all.
Thor wasn't angry either, nor did he speak. He just silently held up the roast meat, looking like "if you don't eat, I won't leave."
The two of them thus locked horns.
This scene was naturally taken in by Loya, who secretly shook his head and muttered inwardly: "Ultimately, he still can't let go of his own otouto, huh? What a touching brotherhood, Thor!"
After his inner monologue, Loya took a sip of red wine and looked at Fury beside him, who hadn't eaten much and had been frowning all along: "Director, I see you have something to tell me. I'm almost done eating, so just say whatever you want to say."
He hoped Fury would come up with another mission or something.
Fury sighed: "It's about that Mysterious person who snatched the Tesseract. We can't wake him up and still need you to lift the magic."
He paused, his tone irritable: "But these are not the main points. The important thing is that we checked global databases and couldn't find any information on this Mysterious person at all, as if he appeared out of thin air. I suspect it's related to some mysterious organization."
Fury rubbed his brow, looking exhausted. With S.H.I.E.L.D.'s global surveillance capability, they actually couldn't find any information on this person.
The implications behind this were thought-provoking. Could there still be some mysterious organization stirring up trouble behind the scenes?
He could only guess this way, because that Mysterious person's face was covered in scars and was extremely ugly.
Yet the other party had powerful self-healing abilities while still retaining this terrifying appearance, which fit the style of some extreme terrorist organizations very well.
Loya couldn't help but admire Fury's imagination a little.
However, thinking this way wasn't problematic either. After all, Deadpool really was a member of some mysterious organization, except he wasn't in this universe. It would be strange if Fury could find information.
Loya waved his hand and said: "My slumber magic lasts for twenty-four hours, and he will wake up tomorrow, but——"
He paused: "I suggest you bring me along. He can open a portal; if he escapes, things will become troublesome."
Fury nodded: "That was what I originally intended."
With the Chitauri invasion happening first, faced with this kind of unknown Mysterious person, he didn't dare, nor could he afford to be careless.
Having Loya around was the safest choice.
Fury deliberately raised his voice a little and spoke again: "Then let's discuss the matter of dealing with Loki."
Hearing this, everyone fell silent, their gazes gathering on Loki, who stubbornly refused to eat the food in Thor's hands.
At this time, Thor spoke first: "I am taking Loki back; I will punish him using Asgard's rules, and I also want to take the Tesseract."
Hearing that Thor was going to take Loki away, Furybreathed a sigh of relief.
Even if Loki orchestrated the Chitauri invasion of Earth, there was no way to put him on trial.
This fellow's identity was too special, and Asgard's rules were also different from Earth's.
Letting Loki return to Asgard was the best choice; otherwise, it could very well trigger unknown consequences.
But upon hearing that Thor also wanted to take the Tesseract away, Fury instantly grew anxious.
Research on the Tesseract had just achieved breakthrough progress. Taking it away now would have far too great an impact on the experiment; the human side needed this kind of technology to protect itself.
He hastily spoke: "This——"
But before he could finish speaking, Steve interrupted him: "I think Thor taking the Tesseract away is right."
He heavily knocked on the table, looking at Fury with an icy gaze: "Last time Hydra almost ruled the world with the Tesseract. This time it was also because of the Tesseractthat aliens invaded Earth.
If the Tesseract had always been in Asgard, none of these things would have happened in the first place. There's no problem at all with Thor taking it away."
Fury fell silent; he had to seriously consider Steve's suggestion.
Not only because of the special status of being a member of the Avengers, but also because of Steve's current popularity and influence.
What was even more crucial was that Steve's personal combat prowess was a bit too outrageous.
At that time, when he saw Steve holding Mjolnir flying around in the sky and shooting lightning.
Fury almost doubted whether he had come to the wrong world. Wasn't Steve a Super Soldier? How did he become a Superman who could shoot lightning?
Now citizens all called Steve Captain Thor, or else the People's Captain, but in short, never Captain America.
After learning how those citizens addressed him, Furyalways had an ominous premonition, feeling that Steve was about to do something big.
Seeing the two of them silent, Loya, in order to head back early to draw prizes, spoke up to mediate: "I think Steve is right. After all, the Tesseract was originally something Asgard placed on Earth, and now it's merely returning to its rightful owner. Our human side can't just forcefully keep other people's things without returning them, right?"
Hearing Loya's moral blackmail rhetoric, the corners of Fury's mouth twitched, left speechless.
Judging from the ancient murals in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s possession, the Tesseract truly was something Asgardplaced on Earth. Both emotionally and rationally, he had no way to stop it anymore.
Fury nodded helplessly: "Alright then, let Thor take it away."
"As for Loki." Loya looked at Loki with ill intentions, "Lokimust stay on Earth and be under my supervision."
"This——" Thor hesitated a bit. If it was Loya wanting to keep Loki on Earth, it wasn't entirely unacceptable; he trusted Loya.
Seeing that his good brother actually hesitated, Lokipanicked. He definitely didn't want to be supervised by Loya, and didn't even want to lay eyes on Loya.
He shouted out loud: "Thor! No! Brother, don't let me stay together with Loya. What's the difference between doing this and telling me to go die? This bastard is a perverted serial killer; he will definitely kill me. Don't you love your favorite younger brother anymore?"
At this moment, Loki had completely lost his previous pride, leaving only panic and entreaties toward Thor.
He truly didn't want to stay with Loya, much less be supervised by this bastard. Making him stay with his enemy—how was that any different from being dead?
What was terrifying wasn't having an enemy, but having the enemy right by your side, while still being monitored and humiliated by that enemy, yet being utterly powerless to do anything about it!
Loki could not allow such a thing to happen to himself.
Thor remained unmoved, only smiling as he encouraged: "Loya is a very good person; he can help you turn over a new leaf."
"Right." Loya nodded with a smile, "To tell you a secret, Loki, this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment idea of mine, but your father's request."
"No! This is impossible!" Loki wore a look of utter disbelief. How could his father let a mortal supervise him?
Loya stood up and slowly approached Loki, wearing a very gentle smile: "That is indeed how it is, Loki. I will help you properly, oh~ Rest assured, it won't hurt at all."
Yet Loya's gentle smile, in Loki's eyes, was even more terrifying than a demon's.
His eyes were filled with despair as he cast a pleading look toward Thor.
However, Thor only returned a comforting smile.
Loki's heart sank, and he completely lost all hope.
Despair instantly surged into his heart. Looking at Loya, who was close at hand, he trembled and screamed in a breakdown: "Don't come any closer!"