Chapter 31: A mortal fiercely insulting the Goddess-Queen, what a wonderful thing!
Hela stood atop the giant wolf, her black cloak fluttering wildly in the wind.
She looked down at Arthur, her eyes filled with a haughty and disdainful gaze.
The divine power of Asgard surged within her like a tidal wave.
Surrounding Hela with a dark green aura of death, even freezing the air around her.
"Mere mortal, we are gods! Why won't you kneel down quickly?!"
As she spoke, Hela raised her right hand, and a pitch-black sword of the night sky condensed and formed in her palm.
The tip of the sword pointed straight at Arthur, her voice ringing like the tolling bells of the Nine Realms, echoing in all directions!
"I am the Goddess of Death of Asgard, Odin's eldest legitimate daughter, and the orthodox heir of the Nine Realms!"
"Even my father is no longer my match."
With every word she spoke, the divine power on her body grew stronger by a fraction, and the Fenrir giant wolf at her feet let out a low roar accordingly.
Like a female god of war descending from the heavens, she vowed to sweep through the starry regions of the Nine Realms.
"Though my brothers Thor and Loki are foolish, they are still princes of Asgard after all."
"Even if they make mistakes, it is up to me to deal with them, yet you ants of Midgard dare to imprison them?"
As she spoke, a cold light burst from Hela's eyes, as brilliant as the sun in the sky.
"Today, I will personally suppress you and take back my brother."
"Whoever blocks me, I will let them fall into the abyss of death forever!"
Having said that, the Fenrir giant wolf at her feet let out a long roar to the sky.
The roar exploded like a thunderclap, shaking the entire Fifth Avenue.
The glass curtain walls shattered one after another, the vehicles parked on the roadside were flipped over by the sound waves, and even the ground cracked open with spider-web-like fissures.
Spider-Man was shaken back repeatedly by the sound waves, and could only desperately use web-shooters to secure his body.
"Holy Crab... This... Isn't this too exaggerated?" He gritted his teeth, his face full of horror.
Unlike Spider-Man's struggle, Arthur simply floated quietly in mid-air, with his hands behind his back and an indifferent gaze.
"Finished speaking?" He raised his head, gazing at the Goddess of Death Hela ahead.
Hela frowned tightly and let out a cold snort.
"Mortal, you are courting death!!"
Fenrir the giant wolf's massive body, like a black mountain, rushed fiercely toward Arthur.
The wolf claws tore through the air, as if even space was about to be torn apart by it.
Hela followed closely behind, holding the sword of the night sky high, transforming herself into a dark green stream of death light, pouncing on Arthur from the other side in a joint attack.
One wolf and one god had already blocked all of Arthur's retreat routes.
"Let's see what you use to block this..."
But...
Facing this combined attack.
Arthur slowly raised his hands.
"Ka..."
Blue-and-white light gathered frantically in his palms, as if compressing a star.
"Me..."
Even.
Orange-red dragon flames also lit up in his palms.
The power of the dragon talisman boiled, and the flames, like a dragon, wound around his wrist bones.
Beginning to gradually intertwine, collide, and merge with the blue-and-white Kamehameha.
"Ha..."
The moment the two forces merged, even space began to tremble.
Feeling this terrifying aura sufficient to slay gods, Hela's expression suddenly changed drastically.
"What?!"
"Me...ha!!!"
The blue-and-white Kamehameha, carrying earth-shattering dragon flames, erupted from Arthur's palms with a boom.
The pillar of light was as thick as a mountain, shooting straight into the clouds and illuminating the entire street into daylight.
Fenrir the giant wolf bore the brunt of it.
The fangs, which were enough to crush stars, shattered inch by inch the moment they made contact with the pillar of light.
The massive wolf body melted rapidly in the light like snow under the blazing sun.
"No! Fenrir!"
Seeing this, Hela's eyes split open with anger.
But the next instant, the sword of the night sky shattered into ashes.
The aura of death was doubly crushed by the dragon flames and the Kamehameha, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.
Her entire body was also hit head-on by the pillar of light, like a knocked-away meteor.
Boom!!!
The earth caved in, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.
Dozens of Asgardian soldiers were blown away by the aftermath.
The ancient spacecraft were even more precarious.
A moment later, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.
Hela knelt in the center of the cracked street, her black armor shattering inch by inch, her long hair disheveled, and blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood mist.
"This is impossible..."
She raised her head, looking at that motionless figure, her heart filled with disbelief.
"This is impossible, I am the Goddess of Death, I am already the Goddess-Queen, my divine power far surpasses Odin!"
"Why... why did I lose to a Midgard mortal like you?!"
"Goddess-Queen?"
Arthur looked down at her from above, viewing deities like ants.
"Whose god? Which king? In my eyes, you are nothing more than a pitifully weak frog at the bottom of a well!"
Hela trembled with anger, gritting her teeth and struggling to stand up.
She was the Goddess of Death!
The current Goddess-Queen of Asgard!
The most noble existence in the Nine Realms, how could she fall here?!
"I still have the Bifrost... As long as I return to Asgard, I can recover my power..."
A trace of madness flashed in Hela's eyes, and then she abruptly raised her hand.
"Bifrost..."
However.
There was not the slightest movement in the sky.
I don't know when, but space seemed to be locked down by a bizarre force.
Feeling all this, Hela's expression changed drastically, staring fixedly at Arthur.
"You... did you fucking lock down space too?"
You can't beat them yet you don't let people run away, aren't these Earthlings too insidious?!
Arthur slowly landed in front of her, the Space Stone in his hand flickering with a deep blue light.
"Ah, you mean this? When fighting, you can't just let the opponent run away, right?"
"Besides, you aliens come over every time and cause destruction, and when you lose, you just pat your butts and go back saying you won't fight anymore."
"How could I possibly leave the chance to go back to you troublemakers?"
"Since when did you lock down space?"
"From the moment you said your first sentence."
Hela raised her head, her face full of unwillingness and fear.
"You're going to kill me?"
"Kill you?"
He leaned down, went close to Hela's ear, and lowered his voice:
"Why would I kill you? Don't you think... an Asgardian Goddess-Queen being insulted by a mortal... is full of dramatic irony?"
Hela stiffened all over.
A mortal insulting the Asgardian Goddess-Queen?
This is fucking blasphemy!
Damned mortal!!
Hela felt her body trembling.
"You... how dare you?!"
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
"The taste of a Goddess-Queen... I haven't tasted it yet!"
Hearing this, Hela was terrified, and she quickly got up, wanting to escape from here.
But...
Arthur grabbed her shoulder with his right hand, the immense force making Hela almost unable to move.
He turned his head to look at Spider-Man and the belated Iron Man and others:
"Leave the remaining enemies to you guys, don't let them run out of Manhattan."
"I'm specializing in dealing with their leader, it's very hard work!"
Spider-Man: "... Are you serious?"
Iron Man's mouth twitched wildly: "Are you sure dealing with her is hard work?"
"Of course, how is it not hard work?"
As he spoke, Arthur grabbed Hela's wrist, and the light of the Space Stone lit up.
"This is the Goddess-Queen after all, no one else can handle her except me, leave these guys to you!"
With a flash of light, the two directly disappeared on the devastated Fifth Avenue.
Leaving only Spider-Man and Iron Man standing in place.
The two faced an entire Asgardian army and swallowed hard in silence.
Spider-Man looked at Iron Man beside him: "Are we... going to get beaten up later?"
Iron Man: "..."
"Arthur, you guy who sets your teammates up!!"
Chapter 32: Senses amplified a hundredfold, brutally humiliating Goddess of Death Hela!
As the Goddess of Death of Asgard, after Odindisappeared, Hela not only took control of the entire Asgard.
She also became the sole Goddess Queen of Asgard.
With peerless divine power, she suppressed the entire Nine Realms.
Logically speaking, such an otherworldly and ethereal Goddess Queen should be high above, looking down upon the mortal world.
But...
At this very moment, inside a dark and cramped abandoned factory.
The Goddess Queen Hela had her hands and feet shackled with Adamantium handcuffs.
Her entire body was pinned to a thick load-bearing pillar.
Her black battle armor was shattered beyond recognition, exposing vast areas of snow-white skin.
Her long hair was disheveled over her shoulders, and un-dried blood still hung at the corner of her mouth, making this Goddess Queen look extremely disheveled.
But...
This did not shock the Goddess Queen Hela.
What truly shocked her—
In the corner of the factory were two figures who were also locked up.
Thor, Loki.
Thor hung his head low, his whole body covered in wounds as if all his strength had been drained.
Loki beside him looked even paler than usual, with a gruesome wound on his forehead, obviously also in a weakened state.
At this moment, the two of them looked like they had been tortured for a long time, their consciousness in a trance.
Their eyes were half-closed, as if they didn't even have the strength to see people clearly.
Seeing this scene, Hela couldn't help but widen her eyes.
"Thor... Loki?"
She never expected that her two younger brothers were also locked up here.
And their condition was even worse than hers!
What on Earth had they gone through?
Thinking of this, Hela suddenly turned her head, glaring angrily at Arthur who was sitting opposite.
"Arthur Stark, a mere mortal, how dare you blaspheme the gods?"
"What on Earth are you trying to do?!"
Arthur put his hands in his trouser pockets, and upon hearing her words, slightly nodded and looked at the Goddess Queen Hela.
"What I am doing, can you still not guess by now?"
He walked up to Hela and sized her up condescendingly.
Although made to tremble all over by this gaze, Hela still forced herself to maintain the majesty of the Goddess Queen, raising her chin.
"I am the Goddess Queen of Asgard, the Goddess of Death!"
"Humph! A mere mortal blaspheming the Goddess Queen, you will definitely receive retribution!"
"Retribution?" Arthur scoffed, "Hela, this is merely a weakling's consolation to themselves."
As he spoke, he reached out, his right hand gripping Hela's chin like an iron clamp, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.
"When you led your large army to invade Earth, weren't you calling us mortals every other word, saying that we Midgardian ants only deserved to kneel?"
As his fingers tightened, Hela's chin hurt intensely, but stubbornly she did not cry out.
"But now... you, this high and mighty Goddess Queen, are about to be defiled by me, a lowly mortal."
Arthur grinned, a smile that in Hela's eyes was indescribably evil.
"Look, your two younger brothers are still over there... If they see you being brutally humiliated by a mortal, what will happen?"
Hearing this, Hela's expression suddenly changed.
"You dare?!"
She struggled frantically, the Adamantium chains clattering, but they didn't budge at all.
"You vile mud dog, low-class Midgardian bastard!"
"I am a god! The most noble Goddess Queen of the Nine Realms, you can never truly touch me in your lifetime!"
Hela cursed bitterly, her voice sharp, fire practically spitting from her eyes.
"Don't think that just because you defeated me, you can humiliate me!"
"I am the Goddess of Death, I am protected by my divine status, a mortal like you still wants to humiliate me?!"
Arthur looked at her quietly, just like looking at a broken-down shrew.
After she finished cursing, he then leisurely raised his hand.
In the palm of his hand, a yellow gemstone slowly emerged.
Mind Stone.
Hela looked at that gemstone, and an instinctive fear surged from the depths of her soul.
"You... what are you going to do?"
"Nothing." Arthur played with the Mind Stone, his tone flat.
"I just wanted to tell you that I recently figured out another use for this gemstone."
"It can amplify your senses, such as touch, pain, smell... all feelings will be amplified."
Pausing for a moment, Arthur looked at Hela's gradually turning white face, the smile on his face becoming even more evil.
"Think about it... If your senses are amplified a hundredfold, and then you are brutally humiliated by a mortal like me."
"Will you never forget that feeling for the rest of your life, and then become a mortal's plaything?"
Hela's breathing suddenly stalled.
"You... you dare?!"
"Here we go again." Arthur sighed, "Why do you keep repeating that single sentence? Whether I dare or not, you will know soon."
Having said that, he flicked his finger.
The Mind Stone flashed with light, followed instantly by a yellow halo that plunged directly into Hela's glabella.
Almost instantly, the Goddess Queen's body shuddered violently, and she could clearly feel that her body was undergoing changes.
The already keen divine perception now became even more sensitive.
The smell of rust became much stronger, and the sound of distant water droplets also intensified a hundredfold.
Even her wrists bound by the chains transmitted waves of pain a hundred times stronger than before.
"Bastard..."
Hela clenched her teeth, her voice trembling.
"What on Earth... do you want..."
"Tsk... To think you're still a Goddess Queen, didn't I just say it?"
"A mortal brutally humiliating the Goddess Queen!"
Arthur walked up to her and reached out to stroke her cheek.
Clearly it was just a gentle stroke of his finger, but Hela felt as if someone was scraping a feather across her most sensitive spots all the way.
That feeling was amplified a hundredfold, instantly giving Hela a layer of goosebumps.
"Don't touch me!!" She abruptly turned her head away.
"Didn't you just say that I could never truly touch you in my lifetime?"
Arthur grinned, his fingers sliding along her jawline down to her neck.
"How does it feel now? Your Highness Goddess Queen?"
Hela trembled all over, desperately trying to suppress that unfamiliar feeling.
But the power of the Mind Stone was simply not something willpower could resist.
Every single touch from Arthur made her feel as if she were being electrocuted.
"I... I will kill you..." Her face flushed red, squeezing these words out from between her teeth.
"You can't even move, what will you use to kill me?" Arthur's hand stopped on her collarbone, pressing down lightly.
"Mmh~"
Hela let out a muffled groan, her cheeks rapidly flushing red.
She had never suffered such humiliation before.
Since childhood, she was Odin's daughter, the Grim Reaperof Asgard, a presence feared by everyone.
No one dared to look at her with such eyes, and even less dared to touch her like this!
And now, a Midgardian mortal was actually toying with her wantonly as if she were a plaything.
The scariest part was that her body was betraying her willpower.
This made it hard for Hela to accept.
She was the Goddess Queen!
"Thor, Loki... wake up for me!" Hela suddenly shouted toward the two younger brothers in the corner.
Thor seemed to have heard something, raising his head with difficulty, his gaze scattered, glancing at her, but he could do nothing.
Loki had even less reaction, remaining motionless.
Arthur turned his head to look at the two brothers, then smiled and said:
"Don't waste your effort, they were already tortured by my people for several rounds, it's already not bad that they can stay conscious now."
Hela's heart turned to ashes; was she really going to be defiled by this mortal?
"You are simply... more despicable than the Dark Elves!!" she whispered.
"Say whatever you want." Arthur shrugged, "Anyway, once you start feeling good, you won't curse like that anymore."
Finishing his words, he pulled with both hands.
The few remaining armor fragments on Hela's body were directly ripped off, revealing her body.
Hela screamed, desperately curling her body, but she was firmly fixed by the chains and unable to move.
"Don't!"
Her voice already carried a hint of a cry.
"Beg me." Arthur said calmly.
Hela bit her lower lip, the hundredfold sensory amplification also magnifying the pain, making Hela almost unable to speak.
"Dream on... I am a Goddess Queen, it's impossible for me to beg a mere mortal like you!"
Arthur was not in a rush either, simply reaching out and gently tracing across her waist.
Just like that, Hela's whole body arched like she was pierced by an electric current.
"Oho... You... You damned bastard..."
"Beg me." Arthur repeated.
Hela trembled all over, tears finally sliding from the corners of her eyes.
"Beg... Beg you..."
Her voice was faint and almost inaudible.
"Beg you... don't be like this..."
"Don't be like what?"
Arthur leaned down, moving close to her ear, his warm breath hitting her auricle.
Hela was almost breaking down.
After her senses were amplified a hundredfold, that warmth almost made her unable to stand, her whole body tingling and numb.
"Are you begging me to stop, or begging me to continue?" Arthur smiled and said.
Hela closed her eyes, tears continuously sliding down.
She could no longer tell whether she was in pain, or... something else.
Looking at the once peerless Goddess Queen in front of him, crying like a helpless girl at this moment, the corners of Arthur's mouth lifted slightly.
"Don't rush." He softly spoke, "This has only just begun."
A moment later.
The high and mighty Goddess Queen Hela, inside the dark factory, let out a sound like never before.
Chapter 33: Agent Hill, You Don't Want To...
[Ding! Host has completed the "Resist Asgardian Invasion" mission]
[Rewards: million-sun sentry template Fragment * 10, kryptonian codex]
[million-sun sentry template (Pending Unlock, Fragments 80 / 100)]
In the dim factory.
Arthur nodded slightly, looking at the system prompt before him.
The fragments of the million-sun sentry template had already accumulated to eighty, leaving only the last twenty away from unlocking.
And the kryptonian codex had also merged into his body the moment the reward was issued.
Arthur could clearly feel that thing slowly unfolding deep within his bloodline.
It was like a locked gene sequence, being activated bit by bit.
Although there was no obvious increase in power for the time being.
But Arthur could feel that the connection between him and the sun had become closer.
If previously he absorbed solar energy passively.
Then now, every inch of sunlight falling on his body felt as if it were directly poured into the depths of his soul.
"kryptonian codex... truly is Superman's true trump card." Arthur muttered to himself.
The value of this thing far exceeded a mere increase in strength.
It was a gene bank preserved by the Krypton civilization with everything they had, and it also represented the most perfect life form of a Krypton.
And having this thing meant that Arthur possessed the possibility of infinite evolution!
In the future, when facing Thanos, Doctor Doom, or even more terrifying multiverse-level crises, he would have more trump cards.
"Take Hela back first." Arthur put away his thoughts and turned to look in the direction of the load-bearing pillar.
At this moment, Goddess-King Hela was like a broken ragdoll that had been played with, leaning crookedly against the side of the pillar.
Armor fragments were scattered all over the ground, and there were deep and shallow marks all over her snow-white skin.
Her long hair stuck messily to her body, blocking half her face, revealing only her slightly parted lips and continuously trembling eyelashes.
Her hands were still chained above her head, and her entire body weight pressed onto her wrists.
But because she had completely lost her strength, she didn't even have the energy to struggle again.
Arthur walked over and untied the Adamantium chains.
Hela's body collapsed softly and was caught by Arthur in one go.
"You... you bastard..."
She was on her last breath, almost lacking the strength to even curse.
"Still have the strength to speak, it seems you haven't been completely conquered yet." Arthur raised an eyebrow.
Hela trembled all over, seemingly remembering everything she had just experienced, and subconsciously shrank back.
"No... no more..." Her voice was like a mosquito's, like a frightened little beast.
Arthur chuckled and didn't continue to bully her.
The Space Stone flashed with light, taking Hela directly back to the Stark Industries Building.
Throwing Hela onto the large bed in the master bedroom, Arthur walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, preparing to catch his breath.
Suddenly, the system prompt sounded again.
[Current mission refreshed: Destroy S.H.I.E.L.D.]
[Mission Description: The S.H.I.E.L.D. Triskelionheadquarters is secretly contacting all superheroes and some supervillains within New York City, attempting to form an "Anti-Superman Alliance" targeting the host.]
[Please destroy the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and completely disintegrate the organization.]
[Rewards: million-sun sentry template Fragment * 10, Glint-Glint Fruit]
Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"Glint-Glint Fruit?"
He was too familiar with this thing.
Admiral Kizaru's Devil Fruit from the Marines could transform the body into light.
The speed reached the speed-of-light level, integrating offense and defense, almost unbreakable.
Although he now possessed Superman's speed, that was achieved through the coordination of super speed and the Space Stone.
And the Glint-Glint Fruit was a purely instinctive speed-of-light transformation.
Moreover...
The Glint-Glint Fruit also represented light.
"This thing stacked with Superman's physique, plus the Space Stone..."
The more Arthur thought about it, the more terrifying it felt.
By then, his speed would probably reach an unimaginable level.
Afraid that even the dimensional deity Dormammuwouldn't be able to catch him in front of him.
"And S.H.I.E.L.D. should have been dealt with long ago." Arthur recalled some things from before.
He turned around and glanced at Hela on the bed; she had already passed out.
Her breathing was even, and her face still carried undried tear stains.
Arthur didn't stay long. With a flash of his figure, the Space Stone instantly took him to the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.
...
Meanwhile.
S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, the Triskelion.
Hill was sitting in her office, and on the holographic screen in front of her, strings of data were rolling densely.
This was the loss statistics caused by Asgard's invasion of New York.
Destroyed neighborhoods, burned vehicles, collapsed buildings, and injured civilians...
What gave her an even bigger headache was that all these losses were related to Arthur.
Because after all, it was Arthur who had led the Asgardian army to New York.
"This bastard... wherever he goes, he brings disaster." Hillcursed softly.
She picked up the communicator on her desk and connected to Nick Fury's encrypted channel.
"Director, I have already contacted Daredevil, Power Man, Iron Fist, and Luke Cage.
Spider-Man's side... has no response for now.
As for Jessica Jones, she refused us."
"What about Deadpool?"
Nick Fury's voice came from the communicator, hoarse and deep.
"Not yet." Hill rubbed her temples, "I can't contact him right now; it's as if he has disappeared from our world."
The other end of the communicator fell silent for a few seconds.
"Then let Mockingbird, The Punisher, and Quake join in as well.
We need people capable of long-range containment."
"Understood." Hill nodded.
She hung up the communication, and just as she was about to organize the next document, she suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation.
That was a feeling of being targeted by some terrifying existence.
Years of professional Agent training made Hill tighten her nerves instantly.
Subconsciously, she touched the pistol at her waist, slowly raised her head, and looked out the window.
Outside the window, the setting sun had sunk to the edge of the sky, dyeing the sky into a dark red.
And under that bloody sky, a figure was suspended less than ten meters away from the building's exterior facade.
Separated by the special bulletproof glass, his gaze fell squarely on Hill.
"Lin... Arthur Stark" Hill's lips turned pale.
In London's satellite images, in New York's battlefield reports...
In countless pixelated confidential videos, she had seen those eyes.
That was the God Among Men.
Arthur Stark.
Outside the window.
Arthur seemed to notice her reaction, tilted his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.
He raised his right hand, extended a finger, and gently pressed it against the bulletproof glass.
Click!!
A soft sound.
The special glass, sufficient to withstand rocket-propelled grenade bombardments, began to shatter from the center like a spiderweb.
Hill retreated abruptly, knocking over the chair behind her.
"Arthur... what do you want to do?"
She shouted while retreating.
And at the very next moment.
Boom!!!
The entire glass wall exploded violently, gale winds poured into the office, and documents fluttered everywhere.
A figure drifted slowly in from the shattered window.
Draped in the afterglow of the sunset, he looked like a deity descending from the bloody sky.
"Agent Hill, I know you guys have been preparing some things to deal with me lately."
Bzzt, bzzt...
Crimson light condensed in the eyes of the God Among Men.
"You'd better cooperate with me, otherwise, you wouldn't want to..."
Chapter 34: Anti-Superman Alliance! Slaughter S.H.I.E.L.D.!
New York, a hidden safe house.
Nick Fury was sitting in the center of a dim room, the encrypted communicator in front of him having just connected.
The other end immediately transmitted Agent Hill's somewhat hurried voice.
"He's here... Arthur Stark... He's right outside my office..."
Following closely was the sound of shattering glass, and then the communication was cut off.
Nick Fury's dark bald head looked even darker than usual.
He raised his single eye, the opposite of the God King Odin's, and fixed a deadly stare on the screen in front of him.
Aside from astonishment, his face held only gravity.
"Shit! Damn Arthur Stark!!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Nick Fury immediately decided to initiate Plan B.
While having someone attempt to seduce Arthur, he ordered the Anti-Superman Alliance to begin moving.
Right then, he grabbed the encrypted phone on the desk and dialed several numbers in succession.
"Daredevil, go straight to the Triskelion, don't wait for my command!
Bring everyone, bring all who can fight, don't clash head-on, focus on containment!"
"The Punisher, are you in position yet?
The target has entered the headquarters building, authorization is granted to use all lethal weapons!"
"Quake, you have two minutes left. Use your powers to loosen the foundations around the Triskelion, and you'd better stall him for me!"
"Spider-Man, stop fucking playing dead. You crossed paths with him on Fifth Avenue last time, so you must be present this time!"
"And Iron Fist, Luke Cage, Mockingbird... all of you, get moving!"
Orders were hammered down one by one.
As Nick Fury spoke, he yanked the black trench coat off the back of his chair and strode toward the outside of the safe house.
It was no longer safe here; he needed to find a safer place to hide.
Otherwise, if Arthur found him, he feared he would suffer the ultimate humiliation as well.
Slipping into the black Chevrolet parked outside, Nick Furystarted the engine with one hand while pressing the encrypted communication button inside the car with the other.
"Attention all units, the Anti-Superman Alliance is officially activated.
Target: Arthur Stark.
Mission level: Maximum threat.
Authorization granted to use unconventional methods.
Repeat, authorization granted to use unconventional methods."
Hanging up the communication, Nick Fury slammed his foot down hard on the accelerator.
The bulletproof sedan sped away toward the outskirts of New York like a beast off its leash.
Nick Fury knew very well that those street heroes and Agents alone could not possibly stop Arthur.
But he had to gamble, gambling that they could buy enough time.
Then...
He, Nick Fury, would lure Arthur out of New York and let the real trump card be deployed.
"I hope those old geezers on the Council move fast enough..."
Nick Fury muttered, his eyes locked firmly ahead.
The world Security Council had said before that they would use a nuclear bomb...
Right now, he could only hope that Arthur, this uncontrollable force, could be kept in check by a nuclear bomb.
Otherwise...
America would really be doomed!
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Triskelion.
Arthur flew unhurriedly through the corridors of the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.
Right beside his left hand was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s normally calm and capable Deputy Commander.
At this moment, however, she was like a cat grabbed by the scruff of its neck, held entirely in Arthur's grasp.
Her hands were cuffed behind her back with green energy handcuffs, her legs dangling and kicking continuously.
"Arthur, I advise you best not to go against S.H.I.E.L.D., because S.H.I.E.L.D. represents the official government of America."
Hill's face was grave, but her tone remained quite calm.
"If you anger the entire America, I'm afraid both you and your younger brother Tony Stark will suffer!"
"Do you even believe words like that?" Arthur curled his lips.
"Those senators of America, the moment they see me display power surpassing ordinary people, will kneel on the ground one by one and shout that Jesus has manifested."
"And if I'm willing, I can even turn America into my country, making the citizens here my people one by one."
As he spoke, he pushed open a heavy security door, behind which several Agents alarmed by the siren were hiding.
The moment they saw Arthur, their faces were filled with terror.
Someone drew a gun, someone turned and ran.
But it was useless.
The eyes of the God Among Men lit up slightly with red light.
Hiss!!
Heat Vision flashed through the narrow corridor in an instant, piercing through the heart of every single person.
The air was filled with the smell of burning protein, and several corpses collapsed to the ground without even having time to scream out in agony.
"You lunatic..." Hill watched the bodies of her colleagues on the ground, and her entire body began to tremble.
Although Arthur went on a killing spree at S.H.I.E.L.D. last time because of the Hydra incident,
But this time was different...
This time, everyone the other party killed was a S.H.I.E.L.D.member!
"I'm simply telling you what the price is for provoking me." Arthur said calmly, continuing to fly forward.
With every room he passed, his Super Hearing could capture the heartbeats of the living people inside.
Then the eyes of the God Among Men turned red, directly slaughtering all living S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel inside.
Regardless of gender, regardless of whether they held weapons.
Under the terrifying might of the God Among Men, not a single one could survive.
Gunshots, screams, alarms...
rose and fell inside the Triskelion, resembling a carnival in hell.
Held by Arthur, Hill watched with her own eyes as her colleagues fell one by one.
"What on earth do you want to do... What on earth do you want to do..." Her voice already carried a hint of a sob.
"I said before, I will not let anyone who goes against me off."
Arthur pushed open the final door, disposed of the last two Agents inside, and casually shoved Hill against the wall.
Hill managed to raise her head, meeting Arthur's eyes, which were cold to the extreme.
"Now, among the Agents in this entire building, only you are left."
Arthur looked down at her from above, like a world-destroying Evil God.
"Tell me, where is Nick Fury?"
Hill shuddered all over.
"I... I don't know..."
"You don't know?" Arthur sneered.
He squatted down, looking straight into her eyes.
"Agent Hill, you've followed Nick Fury for so many years. Would you not know the locations of his safe houses, his emergency contact methods, or his encrypted communication channels?"
"I really don't know his specific location right now..." Hill bit her cherry lips.
She knew Arthur possessed Super Hearing and could distinguish whether what she said was a lie.
So right now, she could only manage to deceive herself as well.
"He contacted me just now, but before I had time to ask, you..."
"Is that so." Arthur didn't seem surprised, "Forget it, not a single word coming out of you Agents' mouths is true. I'd better change my method."
Having said that, he directly pulled out the Mind Stone.
"You... What are you going to do?"
Seeing that stone, Hill's expression changed instantly.
As an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., she naturally knew of the existence of the Infinity Stones.
And she had personally seen video footage of the Mind Scepter being researched.
At this moment, seeing Arthur pull out the Mind Stone, there was only fear deep within her heart.
"It's nothing." Arthur raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I just want to tell you that I have a hundred ways to make you female Agents obediently spit out any intelligence I want."
Chapter 35 Even if I lift the entire Earth with a single hand, I, Superman, am still invincible in the Universe!
"You... You can dream on about trying to control me with that thing!"
Agent Hill frantically shrank back until her back was pressed tightly against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.
"You see, people like you always struggle desperately when you are at a disadvantage. Why couldn't you just choose not to do it in the first place?"
Arthur shook his head and slowly leaned down as the Mind Stone radiated a yellow light.
Hill was shaking like a leaf.
She could feel that the energy emanating from the gem was drilling bit by bit into the depths of her consciousness.
It felt as though countless ants were crawling into her brain, causing a numbness and itchiness, coupled with a chilling heat that made her spine crawl.
"N... No..."
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, and her body had already gone limp uncontrollably.
Moments later, Agent Hill's pupils began to dilate.
"Nick Fury... He... He is not at headquarters..."
"I know he's not here," Arthur said indifferently. "That's why I'm asking you where he is."
"He... He is in New York..."
"Be specific," Arthur continued to ask. Although he had Super Vision and Super Hearing, he didn't want his super brain to be polluted by too many things.
Especially that place called New York.
You could always see dead homeless people on the street, along with some guys hooking up.
If he saw those things, Arthur was afraid he couldn't help but slaughter the entire New York.
"Eighth Avenue, beneath the subway station, the third safe house..."
Hill's voice grew fainter and fainter.
After saying that, as if all her strength had been drained, she collapsed crookedly onto the ground.
Arthur retracted the Mind Stone and looked down at the unconscious female Agent.
"Hm?"
Arthur frowned slightly, his Super Hearing catching some unusual sounds.
...
Spider-Man Peter Parker was hanging on a billboard diagonally across from the Triskelion.
His Spider-Sense hadn't stopped since just now, buzzing in the back of his head like a vibrating egg had been installed there.
That feeling was even more intense than when the Asgardarmy pressed upon them last time.
"No good... If I get any closer, my head is going to explode..."
He muttered under his breath, yet still gritted his teeth and swung toward the building.
However...
Just as he landed on the opposite rooftop, he witnessed a horrifying scene.
The entire bulletproof glass curtain wall of the Triskelionexploded outward from the center.
At the edge of the breach, a figure was suspended in the night.
A white shirt, dark trousers, and a billowing red cape.
Superman.
Arthur Stark.
Shadows shrouded his face, making his expression indistinguishable, revealing only crimson eyes.
"Holy crab..." Spider-Man couldn't help swallowing hard.
He saw that Daredevil had already crept to the edge of the rooftop, holding a short baton horizontally before him.
The Punisher was lying prone on a rooftop further away, his muzzle already locked onto Arthur.
Quake had her hands pressed against the ground, generating underground vibrations.
Luke Cage and Iron Fist stood on the street with their muscles tense.
Everyone in the Anti-Superman Alliance was going all out.
But opposite them, Arthur's expression remained calm.
"Come at me together, don't waste time."
As soon as the words fell, Daredevil kicked off with both feet, turning into a blur as he dashed toward Arthur.
He didn't make a single sound, suppressing even his breathing to the lowest.
But Arthur only tilted his head slightly, and a red light flashed.
"Watch out!" Spider-Man cried out in alarm.
The red light grazed past Daredevil's shoulder, directly blasting through the iron door behind him.
Although Daredevil avoided his vital points, he was still blown away by the aftermath.
"His attack speed is too fast... Quake!" Daredevil low-roared.
Quake knelt on the ground and pressed her palms down hard.
A visible shockwave spread out from her palms, frantically spreading upward along the outer wall of the building.
They had planned that as long as they shattered the building first and then had everyone else strike simultaneously, they could disrupt Arthur's rhythm.
But...
Arthur vanished in an instant.
Quake couldn't even see his movement trajectory clearly before she only felt the air in front of her compress violently.
Immediately after.
A violent gust of wind knocked her completely to the ground.
When she raised her head again, the God Among Men was already standing before her.
"You guys are really so weak..."
Quake was startled in her heart and just wanted to raise her hand.
A green light burst out from behind Arthur, transforming into a huge green palm.
Bang!!
Like swatting a fly, Quake was slapped more than a dozen meters away.
"Quake!"
Iron Fist roared, kicked off with both legs, and slammed his right fist fiercely toward Arthur's back.
The power of the Iron Fist was enough to pierce through an armored vehicle!
But in front of the God Among Men, it was still not enough!
Arthur merely turned sideways, withdrew his left hand from his trouser pocket, lifted it gently, and caught his full-strength punch with a single finger.
"Is that it?" Arthur tilted his head.
"No..." Iron Fist widened his eyes, "That's impossible!"
The next second, Arthur flicked his finger.
Boom!!
A visible shockwave exploded from Iron Fist's fist, spreading through his entire arm and body.
Iron Fist was hit as if by a high-speed train traveling at full speed, flying backward and smashing into a fire hydrant on the roadside.
Luke Cage lunged forward next, extending his thick arms, attempting to clamp around Arthur's neck from behind.
His body was as hard as steel, impenetrable by ordinary bullets, making him a good hand to deal with the God Among Men.
But...
"Get lost." Arthur merely waved his right hand.
Bang!!
Luke Cage's reputed invulnerable body flew sideways like a broken sandbag.
Smashing through two brick walls in succession before being buried by a pile of rubble.
"Oh my god... How is anyone supposed to fight this..." Spider-Man crouched on the rooftop, his voice trembling.
Intuition told him that selling out his teammates right now and sneaking away quietly...
...was the best course of action.
But he still made a move.
Webbing shot from his wrists, heading straight for Arthur's ankles.
He didn't expect to trap the opponent, only wanting to buy even half a second of time.
Yet before those two strands of webbing could touch Arthur, they were casually grabbed by him and given a gentle yank.
"Holy crab!"
Spider-Man was yanked flying into mid-air, and before he could figure out the direction, he felt his abdomen get hit by something.
Looking down, it was Arthur's knee.
That knee strike made him feel as though all the internal organs in his stomach had shifted out of place.
He curled up like a shrimp, and was then casually tossed into the corner of the rooftop by Arthur, crashing down until his vision spun with stars.
At this moment.
Bang!!
The Punisher's sniper rifle finally rang out.
Special armor-piercing rounds tore through the night, accurately shooting toward Arthur's eyes.
These bullets could penetrate fifty-millimeter armor.
They were prepared by The Punisher specifically for "hard targets."
However.
The bullets stopped less than three centimeters away from Arthur's eyeballs.
As if hitting a transparent wall, those bullet heads paused for a second in mid-air and then fell to the ground one after another.
Arthur's excessively powerful bio-field... even The Punisherwas left somewhat dumbfounded upon seeing this scene.
"Just this little trick?" Arthur looked toward the opposite rooftop and grinned.
The Punisher gritted his teeth and continued pulling the trigger.
But...
The next second.
The Punisher was completely dumbfounded.
Gone?
When?
"Why don't you take a look behind you?"
A strange voice came.
Alarm bells rang wildly in The Punisher's heart.
He hurriedly turned around, about to pull the trigger.
But the God Among Men pinched the sniper rifle barrel with two fingers and gave it a gentle snap.
The barrel made of fine steel was bent into a right angle like plastic.
Frank immediately tried to draw the pistol at his waist, but his wrist was grabbed by Arthur.
Then...
Snap!!
"Ah!"
The Punisher let out a miserable scream, and was kicked right off the rooftop by Arthur with a single kick.
"Frank!"
Daredevil rushed up from below, his short baton aiming straight for the back of Arthur's head.
Arthur grabbed backhand, gripped the short baton in his palm, and gave it a gentle twist.
The specially made alloy short baton broke directly into two halves.
A flash of shock crossed Daredevil's face as his shoulder was gripped by Arthur's other hand and fiercely pressed down to the ground.
Bang!!
The rooftop stone slabs cracked apart.
Daredevil groaned softly and completely lost consciousness.
Mockingbird and several other heroes attempted a sneak attack from both sides.
But their movements in Arthur's eyes were like snails, agonizingly slow.
In an instant, they were knocked flat by the God Among Men.
On the streets, among the ruins, on the rooftops...
People lay scattered horizontally and vertically everywhere.
Spider-Man struggled to crawl up, but the sharp pain coming from his abdomen made even breathing difficult for him.
He laborily raised his head and looked at the God Among Men flying into mid-air.
Under the crimson night veil, the god descended from the heavens, crushing everything in his path with unstoppable force!
"So weak. Even if I lift the entire Earth with a single hand, I, Superman, am still invincible in the Universe!
However... Nick Fury really deserves to die."
As the words fell.
In Spider-Man's line of sight, the figure of the God Among Men gradually elevated, turning into a stream of light as he flew rapidly toward New York.
Spider-Man lay flat on his back on the rooftop, his chest heaving continuously.
"The Anti-Superman Alliance, this is not anti-Superman at all..."
He gazed at the pitch-black sky, recalled the devastating battle just now, and muttered.
"This is simply a collective suicide run!"
Chapter 36: The Super Brain tells me to use Super Strength!
New York, Eighth Avenue, underground safe house.
The night was thick, and the light from the streetlights was swallowed by the kicked-up dust, leaving only a dim, yellowish outline.
Arthur stood before the entrance of the safe house, his Super Vision instantly piercing through the thick concrete and steel plate layers.
It was completely empty inside.
Nick Fury was not here.
And...
His Super Hearing captured some extremely faint noises coming from the gaps between the buildings on both sides.
It sounded like insects flapping their wings, or perhaps some sort of miniature engine running at high speed.
"Nick Fury's backup plan?" Arthur slightly raised an eyebrow.
Two almost invisible figures were closing in on him from the left and right directions.
Their speed was extremely fast, and their size was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
Ant-Man.
The Wasp.
One of them shrank to the size of an ant, riding a flying ant and moving forward in the dark.
The other vibrated her wings, swooping down from above Arthur's head with the propulsion of a miniature flyer.
"He couldn't possibly find us!" Ant-Man whispered in the communicator.
"We are smaller than dust right now, even Supermanwould..."
"Is that so?"
Arthur tilted his head, cutting off Ant-Man's words.
Then he gently exhaled a breath.
Freezing Breath!
The white frost mist spread out in all directions like a giant wave.
The air was frozen in an instant, and the temperature suddenly plummeted below zero.
The ground, walls, streetlights, cars...
Even the water vapor in the air was frozen into hard ice crystals.
Ant-Man only felt like he had been thrown into a polar ice sea, his whole body stiff.
His flying ant's wings were frozen in an instant, completely losing control, and he tumbled downwards from mid-air.
The extreme cold pierced through his suit, freezing him stiff and making his teeth chatter.
"Damn it... my suit... is frozen..." While falling, he frantically pressed the recovery button.
But it was useless.
That chill was too terrifying, even Pym Particlestemporarily lost their effect!
Bang!
Ant-Man was the first to return to his original size, slamming heavily onto the ground, covered in a layer of white frost, his limbs as stiff as ice pops.
Following closely.
The Wasp also fell from mid-air, her suit covered in frost and her wings no longer able to unfold.
She collapsed on the ground, her body curled up and shivering.
"So, this is the welcoming gift Nick Fury prepared for me?"
Arthur walked up to Ant-Man, looking down at the trembling man.
"Two clueless fellows?"
"You... how did you find us..." Ant-Man gritted his teeth, trying to prop up his body, only to find that even his fingers couldn't move.
This terrified him even more.
The opponent's freezing breath... what on earth was going on?
"My Super Brain told me to use Super Hearing," Arthur said in a flat tone.
Ant-Man:???
What on earth is all this?
Why did he feel like the Arthur in front of him seemed a bit abnormal?
Arthur bent down, grabbed Ant-Man by the collar like picking up a chick, and hoisted him up.
"Tell me, where is that black braised egg Nick Fury?"
"I... I don't know... He just told us to stall you here..." Ant-Man managed to squeeze out a few words with difficulty.
"Is that so?" Arthur grinned coldly; he no longer had the patience to interrogate.
"You don't know, huh," he said softly, "since you don't know, then go die!"
As he spoke, his right hand suddenly exerted force.
Bang!
Ant-Man's head was directly crushed.
Blood and brains splattered all over the ground. The headless corpse slipped from Arthur's hand, collapsing straight onto the ground like a puddle of mud.
"Ah!!"
The Wasp let out a short scream, shrinking back desperately with her face full of fear.
"How about you?" Arthur turned to her, his tone still calm, "Do you know?"
"I... I..."
The Wasp trembled all over, unable to even speak, terrified that Arthur would kill her too.
At that very moment.
Whoosh!!
An afterimage came roaring over.
The air was torn apart, and the gravel and ice crystals on the ground were blown scatteringly by the fierce wind.
Quicksilver Pietro Maximoff.
He rushed into the scene with a speed close to teleportation, his target clear, heading straight for the Wasp.
In Nick Fury's plan, he was to take this woman away before Arthur could react.
"Got it!"
Seeing the Wasp right in front of him, Quicksilver felt a surge of joy.
However.
Just as he was about to touch the Wasp.
A hand reached out and directly gripped his wrist.
God Among Men had already noticed him.
"You..." Pietro was full of disbelief.
How could this be possible?
How could the opponent possibly react in time?
"Not bad speed," Arthur looked at him, expressionless, "but still a bit lacking."
Pietro was stunned.
His proud speed... turned out to be completely useless in front of the man before him?
"Um... can we reconcile?"
"No."
Taking advantage of the gap, the Wasp struggled to back away.
But as soon as she moved her steps, she found her ankle entangled by a green energy chain.
"Um... can you let us go? I feel like we can totally sit down and have a good talk."
Pietro swallowed hard, looking at Arthur in front of him with some trepidation.
"Sit down and have a good talk?" Arthur looked at him with a mocking expression.
"This is war, a war of one man against a group. If wars were really that easy to negotiate, there wouldn't be so much chaos in this world!"
With a cold snort, he grabbed Pietro by the neck with his right hand, hoisting him entirely into the air.
Quicksilver's face instantly flushed red; he could feel the power contained in that palm.
As long as Arthur wished, his neck would be crushed in the next second.
"Stop!"
Right at that moment, an unfamiliar woman's voice also came from the shadows.
Following closely.
Wanda Maximoff walked out from the shadows.
As the Scarlet Witch, although Wanda had not yet fully awakened Chaos Magic at this moment.
She already possessed considerable combat power.
"Put him down," she stared at Arthur, saying word by word.
"Are you ordering me?" Arthur raised an eyebrow.
Not only did his fingers not loosen, but they tightened a few fractions more.
Pietro made a raspy inhaling sound in his throat, his eyeballs beginning to roll upwards.
"I told you to put him down!"
Wanda roared angrily, suddenly pushing her hands forward.
Crimson magical energy surged out like a tsunami, heading straight for Arthur.
Ordinary superheroes would probably have dodged away long ago facing such a terrifying attack.
But...
Arthur's right hand Green Lantern Ring flashed.
Following closely.
A green force field collided with that overwhelming Chaos Magic.
The two forces collided fiercely in the night, with fierce winds rising all around.
The red energy crashed like giant waves against a shore, but could not advance an inch further.
"You don't seem to be all that strong..."
Arthur grinned.
Staring at the Scarlet Witch Wanda opposite him, information about her surfaced in his mind.
Chaos Magic, a future Multiverse-level powerhouse, an absolute reality warper...
But right now, she hadn't fully awakened.
He, this Superman, could completely defeat her.
Therefore...
My Super Brain tells me to use Super Strength!
Chapter 37: What Do You Mean the Space StoneTransported Away the Nuke?
Although Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver both rushed over,
with the blessings of Turtle School Qigong, Body of Superman, and several Infinity Stones, Arthur was simply not someone they could match.
And Arthur also used the Mind Stone to control Wanda, thereby learning Nick Fury's current location.
Without the slightest hesitation, he soared directly into the sky, rushing toward Nick Fury, who was staging a life-or-death escape in the suburbs.
...
In the suburbs, the night was like ink.
Nick Fury's black Chevrolet sped along the highway, its tires almost leaving the ground.
His single eye stared fixedly at the road ahead, constantly calculating in his mind how to play his next move.
He knew the Anti-Superman Alliance was finished.
There was no news from Ant-Man and the Wasp, and neither Quicksilver nor Wanda had answered back.
The trump cards he had painstakingly organized had probably been ground into dust by that man.
"Damn it..."
Nick Fury cursed in a low voice, pressing his right foot down a few more inches.
The speedometer had long since passed the safety line, but he still felt it was too slow.
A strong sense of threat lingered in his heart, making Nick Fury's heartbeat accelerate.
Right at this moment,
a feeling of being watched, like ice water poured down his spine, made his whole body tremble.
As if being watched by the creature at the very top of the food chain, Nick Fury abruptly turned his head and looked out the passenger-side car window.
A figure was flying in mid-air beside the highway, maintaining the exact same speed as him.
A white shirt, a red cape, arms crossed over his chest, his profile flickering in the light of the speeding streetlamps.
Superman!
Arthur Stark.
At this moment, he was tilting his head, looking at the sweat-soaked Nick Fury with a leisurely gaze.
"Cough..."
Nick Fury's heart suddenly contracted, and the steering wheel almost slipped.
He clenched his teeth, firmly steadied the car, and continued rushing forward.
Yet that figure was still flying effortlessly outside the window.
He even had the spare energy to raise a hand and wave at him, as if greeting him.
Nick Fury knew he couldn't run away anymore.
He stepped on the brakes, the car body swung out in a half-circle, and finally stopped in the middle of the highway.
The car door opened, and Nick Fury staggered out.
The night wind filled his trench coat, and the long black trench coat fluttered behind him like bat wings.
But he wasn't Batman, just a bald black man.
Arthur kept his hands behind his back, his eyes gradually condensing with a crimson glow as he looked at the bald black man before him.
"Director Fury, it seems Hydra's training for you is quite good; you run pretty fast."
"Hmph!" Nick Fury let out a cold snort, striving to maintain his final composure. "You came even faster than I imagined."
"You hid even worse than I imagined."
Nick Fury ignored this sarcasm, instead taking a deep breath and looking straight at Arthur.
"Let's talk," he said. "Arthur, there's no need for things between us to reach this point."
"Talk?" Arthur acted as if he had heard some joke. "How do you want to talk?"
"We can cooperate," Nick Fury said quickly. "With your abilities plus S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence network, we can protect Earth together. Whatever you want—power, money, status, or even controlling the entire country—we can provide it."
"Do you think the things I want need to be given by you?" Arthur retorted.
"At least we don't have to make the relationship turn out like this." Nick Fury spread his hands. "You've killed many people, but it's still not too late to cut your losses. I can step forward and help you suppress the world Security Council's accountability; we can even..."
"Nick Fury," Arthur interrupted him.
"You've already sent people to deal with me twice, and now you want to cooperate with me?"
He slowly closed in by a step, the red light in his eyes fully exposed.
"Do you think I'm one of those superheroes who can be dismissed by a few words of nonsense from you?"
Nick Fury's expression sank.
"So you're saying there's nothing to talk about?"
"There never was from the very beginning," Arthur said with an ice-cold voice. "This is my planet, and I do whatever I want. As for you, you're nothing more than a stumbling block on the ground."
Hearing this, Nick Fury laughed instead.
"Your planet..." A trace of ruthlessness and madness flashed through his single eye. "Then tell me, Arthur Stark..."
He raised his head, his voice suddenly rising.
"Will someone like you... bleed?!"
Arthur frowned slightly.
The next instant, Super Hearing captured the sound of breaking through the air coming from overhead.
It wasn't a missile; it wasn't an airplane.
That was...
A nuclear warhead!
At this moment, it was piercing through the clouds at an extremely high speed, falling toward this area.
It hadn't exploded yet, but that aura of destruction was already pressing down like a giant mountain.
Nick Fury naturally felt it as well.
He raised his head and looked at the sky, the smile on his face growing wider and wider.
"As expected, they didn't let me down; those old geezers on the council finally did something right."
He muttered, then looked at Arthur, his eyes filled with exhilaration.
"Mr. Superman, no matter how strong you are, there's no way you can block a nuclear bomb, right?
You will turn into ashes together with this piece of land.
And I have already prepared to perish together with you!"
He spoke with great passion and fervor, as if he were about to become a martyr who saved the world.
However,
Arthur only looked at him, his gaze filled with pity.
"A nuclear bomb..."
He slowly raised his left hand, and the azure gem appeared in his palm.
"Nick Fury, should I call you stupid, or should I call you naive?" Arthur grinned mockingly.
"Do you think I would give you a chance to perish together?"
Nick Fury's smile froze.
He saw Arthur just gently twist his wrist.
That nuclear warhead falling from overhead suddenly vanished high in the air several kilometers above the ground.
Just as if it had never existed at all.
"You... what did you do to the nuke?" Nick Fury was dumbfounded.
"Sent it to a place no one knows, maybe a desolate dimension, maybe the center of the sun, who knows."
He nodded his head and looked at Nick Fury, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"But what I can be certain of is that you must die today."
Nick Fury finally panicked.
He instinctively retreated, but his foot tripped on the curb, causing his whole body to tumble and sit on the ground.
He reached out to feel for the handgun at his waist, but his fingers trembled so much that he couldn't grip the grip steady at all.
"Arthur, think about it again, the world Security Council will launch nuclear bombs again!
If you kill me, it will only..."
"I don't care."
Arthur walked up in front of him, lowering his head to look down at this single-eyed man who once controlled global intelligence.
"I possess invincible power, why should I fear a nuclear bomb?"
Chi!!
Two crimson Heat Rays shot out from his pupils, directly piercing through Nick Fury's chest.
"Don't mess with me in your next life."
[Ding! Quest "Destroy S.H.I.E.L.D." completed!]
[Reward obtained: million-sun sentry template fragment * 10, Glint-Glint Fruit]
[million-sun sentry template (pending unlock, fragments 90 / 100)]
"Just a little bit more... and I can completely unlock the sentry template."
Chapter 38 Wanda, You Don't Want Your Brother...
S.H.I.E.L.D. was completely destroyed.
Nick Fury left no bones behind.
Pamela Holley... as one of the members of the worldSecurity Council.
At this moment, she was standing outside Captain America's hospital room.
Recalling the files she had seen earlier, Pamela Holley couldn't help but tremble inwardly.
That Superman from the Stark family... had actually directly destroyed S.H.I.E.L.D.
Even S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury died at the other party's hands.
What was even more outrageous was that Tony Stark, in order to get his older brother cleared of crimes,
actually teamed up with members of the AmericaCongress to establish an official positive identity for Arthur Stark——
Homelander.
And Pamela Holley knew that by doing this, America was not far from death.
She needed to find Captain America and rally other forces to defend America.
Pamela Holley took a deep breath and pushed open the hospital room door.
The pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with a faint musty odor rushed over her.
The hospital room was dim, with the curtains only pulled open a crack, and the sunlight cut across the floor like a narrow blade.
Steve Rogers sat by the bed, his back to the door, his broad shoulders slightly hunched.
He was not wearing his iconic uniform, only slipping into a washed-out gray T-shirt.
His spine, once as straight as a flag pole, was now bent like a bow that had been pressed down for too long.
"Captain Rogers." Pamela walked up behind him.
Captain America ignored her, acting like a wooden figure.
"Captain, we need you." Pamela walked to his side and finally saw his face clearly.
Stubble crawled all over his chin, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and there was no light in his eyes.
The man who once could shout "I can do this all day" was now numb.
"The world outside has changed," Pamela continued, "S.H.I.E.L.D. is gone, and Fury is dead.
Arthur Stark destroyed the entire Triskelion all by himself.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Agent and heroes are just like paper-mâché in front of him."
Captain America still ignored her, sitting blankly on the bed.
Clearly, the ultimate humiliation from last time had left indelible memories in his mind.
"Daredevil, The Punisher, Ant-Man... They all lost." Pamela's voice trembled slightly.
"Those people we thought could stop him are either dead or injured.
Now Congress is even going to give him the identity of Homelander."
She took a deep breath, squatted down, and looked eye-to-eye with Captain America.
"Captain, if you don't pull yourself together, America is truly done for."
Hearing this, Captain America finally reacted.
He raised his head and looked at Pamela.
"I... I can't do it."
"What?"
"I can't beat him." Captain America said with some disappointment.
"I tried every method, and I couldn't even scratch his skin.
He is not a human... He is a god, we have no way of winning."
Pamela was stunned.
She had never seen Captain America like this.
This man's will was once harder than Vibranium.
Yet at this moment, actually...
"Captain..."
"You don't understand." Captain America shook his head, "When you face him, you will find that everything you believe in has no meaning.
Justice, freedom, unity... In the face of his power, none of it is anything.
I can't save anyone."
Pamela stood in place, somewhat dazed.
She knew Captain America's spirit had suffered a heavy blow, but she didn't expect it to be this severe.
"I know we will lose, Captain." Pamela took a deep breath, "Since we're going to lose, we can just lose together."
Captain America seemed not to expect her to say this.
In those turbid eyes, a tiny trace of hope seemed to well up.
...
Meanwhile.
Stark Industries Building, top-floor laboratory.
Tony Stark wore two dark circles under his eyes, with two things placed in front of him.
A ring emanating a dim green glow.
And a "Qi Perception Introductory Guide" with a schematic diagram casually drawn by Arthur.
"You mean, there is already some kind of unactivated energy field within the human body.
As long as through a specific breathing rhythm and conscious guidance, it can be converted into actual combat power?"
Tony asked.
"Pretty much." Arthur leaned against the door frame, holding a cup of coffee.
"Whether you treat it as science or metaphysics,
anyway, I've practiced it out."
"Once practiced, can I shoot energy blasts like you?" Tonyturned his head, his eyes shining.
"That depends on talent." Arthur took a sip of coffee, "As for you... at most, it will strengthen your combat power by a few folds."
"A few folds?!" Tony's eyes widened, "Then what am I still cooping myself up in the laboratory for? Let's practice directly!"
Finishing his sentence, he suddenly looked at Arthurvigilantly:
"This thing won't have side effects, right?
For example, becoming bald after practicing, or having your personality become extremely chuunibyou and the like."
"You are talking about Master Roshi." Arthur chuckled, "Rest assured, the speed at which you go bald won't be much faster than it is now."
Tony rolled his eyes and looked back down at the Green Lantern Ring.
"What about this ring? As long as 'willpower is strong enough' it can be used? Is it that unreasonable?"
Arthur put down the coffee cup, "If you don't believe it, you can try it right now."
Tony put the ring on his hand, took a deep breath, and began to close his eyes and imagine.
A few seconds later, a flash of light shone on the ring.
A huge green wrench appeared out of thin air and slammed onto the experimental table.
"Holy shit!" Tony jumped back in fright, "I just wanted to grab a coffee cup!"
"The Green Lantern Ring reads your subconscious, which means what you most want to do deep down isn't drink coffee, but fix things."
Arthur crossed his arms, his tone mocking.
"This damned ring can even read minds?" Tony widened his eyes.
"Yes. So you better keep those messy things in your head contained."
"You know it all."
Tony muttered, took off the ring, and put it into the safe as if treating it like some sacred relic.
"I'm going to study it, leave me alone, I won't sleep tonight."
Arthur glanced at him and shook his head:
"Suit yourself, I'm going back to my room."
"Go mess around with your Goddess Queen?" Tony teased without turning his head.
"Sort of." Arthur didn't deny it, turning and walking towards his room.
The door opened, and the lights automatically turned on.
The atmosphere in the room was completely different from the laboratory.
Hela sat by the bed, wearing only one of Arthur's oversized shirts wrapped around her.
Her long black hair draped wetly over her shoulders, and faint traces still lingered on her neck and collarbone.
Seeing Arthur walk in, her body visibly stiffened for a split second.
The eyes once filled with arrogance and murderous intent were now as docile as a tamed cat.
In another corner of the room, Wanda Maximoff was tied to a chair with chains.
"You're back." Hela spoke softly.
"Mn."
Arthur nodded, then walked up to Wanda, lowering his head to look at her.
"Let me go."
Wanda raised her face, her voice pressed extremely low, resembling an enraged leopard.
Arthur pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Your younger brother is still in my hands, Miss Wanda."
Wanda visibly stiffened for a moment, but immediately following that, the anger in her eyes burned even brighter.
"Hmph! Just you wait, I will definitely escape!"
"Is that so?"
Arthur's lips curled upward, flashing a slight smile.
"Wanda, I remember that both you and your younger brother are Sokovians, relying on each other for survival, with a very good relationship.
You wouldn't want something to happen to your younger brother, right?"
Chapter 39: The Tender Scarlet Witch Wanda, The Strongest Thanos in History
Pietro!
Scarlet Witch Wanda's younger brother.
Previously, the two were sent by Nick Fury to stop Arthur, and were defeated by Arthur.
Later, Arthur killed Nick Fury, and through the connections of the Stark Industries Group, became America's Homelander.
At the very first moment, he went to settle accounts with these guys.
Pietro was captured by Arthur and locked in a hidden basement.
As for his sister Wanda, she was locked in Arthur's own room by him.
At this moment, facing Arthur Stark's threat, Wanda was completely powerless.
Her proud Chaos Magic was suppressed by Arthur, and her entire body was cuffed with Adamantium chains, making her completely unable to move.
"Miss Wanda, if you don't want anything to happen to your brother, I suggest you'd better obediently listen to me."
Arthur stared at the woman in front of him, a trace of memories from his past life surfacing in his mind.
As far as he knew, at this time, Scarlet Witch Wanda's Chaos Magic had not yet fully awakened.
Wanting to fully awaken and control Chaos Magic required an extreme degree of mental stimulation, thereby reaching the point of complete mastery.
And by then, the Scarlet Witch's strength would also reach a terrifying multiverse level.
Therefore, while threatening the other party, Arthur was also trying to see if he could stimulate Wanda's spirit, thereby allowing her to possess stronger power.
For example, making Wanda read some books...
They say books are the spiritual food of mankind, but some books can be called spiritual shit food.
Inside were placed some extremely toxic things, such as "Feng Zu", and some ancient cuckold wuxia novels.
But this was America, where male-female relationships were extremely open, so Arthur didn't know for a moment how to make Wanda consume such mental poison.
He had no choice but to threaten this woman instead.
"Arthur Stark, don't use my brother to threaten me!" Wanda's voice trembled, unsure whether it was from anger or fear.
"Threat?" Arthur sneered, slowly squatting down to look her in the eye.
"Miss Wanda, do you think if I really wanted to threaten you, it would be as simple as saying a couple of nonsense words?"
He reached out and pinched Wanda's chin, making her look at him.
Wanda tried hard to turn her face away, but only felt that the strength of that hand was as steady as a mountain, not moving a single inch.
"Pietro is locked up by me now, and his hands and feet are hung by Adamantium chains."
Arthur looked at Wanda in front of him, his mouth splitting open to reveal an evil smile.
"And there are eight Brits taking care of him every day. Oh right, these eight Brits all like men.
If you continue like this, I can't guarantee they won't lay hands on your brother.
Miss Wanda, you know, your brother has tender skin and delicate meat, in the eyes of those people, he is simply top-notch."
Hearing this, Wanda's pupils shrank slightly.
Younger brother Pietro guarded by eight gays?
This...
Can his chrysanthemum still be saved?
"You... what did you do to him?"
"Nothing yet for the time being."
Arthur let go of his hand, stood up, and looked down at her.
"However, if you continue not to cooperate, I dare not guarantee your brother's safety, as well as his chrysanthemum's safety."
"You dare!"
Wanda suddenly struggled, the chains clanking loudly.
Scarlet magic light flashed across the bottom of her eyes, unfortunately only for a brief moment.
"If I didn't dare, Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. should still be alive right now."
"Can you let him go?"
After a moment of silence, Wanda finally raised her head and looked pleadingly at Arthur in front of her.
"That depends on whether you cooperate or not."
Arthur placed his right hand on her face, feeling the tactile sensation on his hand, and grinned.
Wanda took a deep breath, as if she had made some important decision.
"I... I will cooperate with you."
"Wouldn't it have been better if you were like this earlier."
Arthur smiled, and then stood up.
"Come on, move by yourself."
...
Vormir, Eternal Twilight.
The orange-red skylight was like a layer of congealed blood, covering the entire wasteland.
In the distance, the cliff was split open by a god, steep and boundless, and the wind whistled up from the bottom of the cliff.
Thanos sat on the throne floating above the precipice, his massive body motionless, like a giant god's statue.
He held the golden Infinity Gauntlet in his left hand, the Power Stone and Soul Stone glowing with a deep radiance.
"Master."
A voice came from below.
One of the Black Order, Corvus Glaive.
He knelt on one knee, his long blade hanging by his side, his tone respectful yet carrying a hint of urgency.
"Reporting to Master, our secret agents in the Nine Realmsjust sent back news."
"Thor and Loki have suffered a setback on Earth."
"And Hela." Thanos slowly spoke, his voice low like thunder, "Hasn't she already assembled the Asgard army?"
"Yes, Master." Corvus Glaive lowered his head, "Hela took Asgard's army and invaded Earth through the Bifrost."
"But her Fenris wolf was killed, and she herself was captured alive."
"Oh?" Thanos's brows furrowed slightly.
"Moreover... the man who defeated Loki and Thor and stopped Hela also seems to be collecting Infinity Stones."
Corvus Glaive continued.
"According to the intelligence we currently hold, he has at least the Space Stone, Reality Stone, Mind Stone, and possibly the Time Stone."
Thanos frowned: "You mean, apart from the two in my hands, all the remaining stones are on Earth?"
"Yes, Master."
"Gathered together by someone?"
"Yes."
Thanos nodded and grinned.
He slowly raised his left hand and clenched his fist, the Power Stone shaking violently with his movement.
The distant stars began to tremble under the terrifying power sweeping through the entire Universe.
"It seems this Universe is a bit more interesting than I expected."
Thanos thought to himself that having collected the true spirits of Thanos from multiple Universes, he had finally encountered a different Universe.
Not only that...
He raised his head and looked at the emptiness before him.
There was a line of text only he could see, floating in the never-sinking twilight.
[God of Stories's Game]
This was something he began contacting a long time ago.
Those words only he could see, like some supreme existence, were guiding him step by step to complete the so-called task.
Relying on this thing, Thanos reincarnated from one Universe to another, destroying a full ten Universes.
And this Universe was the 11th Universe he had reached.
During this period, he had obtained many formidable powers.
Such as magic, or some strange loan mechanism.
He could mortgage something he possessed to the God of Stories, and then exchange it for something stronger.
At this moment, that line of text lit up again.
[A new story is about to begin, go to Earth, take the Infinity Stones, and end the conclusion of this Universe.]
Thanos looked at that line of text, a trace of complexity flashing in his pupils, but it was quickly replaced by firmness.
Collecting Infinity Stones again...
He had already collected the six Infinity Stones in ten Universes, bringing peace to the Universe.
And now... there would not be any exceptions!
"Prepare the spaceship." He spoke, his voice like a bell.
"Target...Earth!"
Chapter 40: About to Unlock the Sentry Template, Hell Invades!
"I... I can't take it anymore..."
Wanda lay on the bed, looking utterly broken, gasping heavily.
She never expected Arthur's stamina to be so terrifying.
Seven days...
Seven whole days and nights, she felt like she was being constantly pounded by some kind of machine.
It hadn't stopped at all.
Beside her, Hela had long since passed out, falling fast asleep on the bed.
Only she was left like a ragdoll, being continuously ravaged by Arthur.
"Can't take it already?"
Looking at the overwhelmed Wanda, Arthur couldn't help but curl his lips.
He missed Captain Marvel, Carol, a little.
Her stamina and physical fitness were more than enough to let him have his fill.
Unfortunately, after losing to him in London last time, Carol's whereabouts had been unknown.
Stark Industries Building.
Arthur stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, frowning as he looked outside.
The sky over Manhattan looked as if it had been drenched in blood, with only a blurry purple smudge remaining where the sun should be.
The sky was a dark, blackish-red, pressing down all the way from the direction of Brooklyn, as if something was emerging.
The streets below had already fallen into chaos.
The screeching of brakes, screams...
And people were taking photos.
"Arthur, come out and look outside!"
Tony shouted from the laboratory.
Arthur had just finished buttoning his shirt when he heard this, and his footsteps paused.
A system prompt popped up just at this moment.
[Current Mission: Stop the hellish evil spirits from wreaking havoc in New York]
[Mission Description: An abnormal rift has appeared in the Hell Dimension, and a large number of evil spirits and low-level demons are pouring into New York. Please close the rift and clear the invading evil spirits.]
[Reward: million-sun sentry template Shards * 10]
Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"It just so happens that the million-sun sentry template is only 10 shards away from unlocking..."
Complete this task,That should be enough.."
He slid open the floor-to-ceiling window and stepped onto the balcony.
The wind was hot, carrying a scent of sulfur mixed with rotting flesh.
In the distance, several plumes of black smoke rose from the direction of Queens, and the firelight from across the bridge was faintly visible.
"Tony, don't come out."
Arthur walked out of the hall and opened the window.
"Where are you going?"
Tony chased him to the door, looking at him with some confusion.
"I am Homelander now. This is my territory, and this is my Earth."
Arthur grinned.
"Since someone has broken in, I have to send them back, don't I?"
With that, the God Among Men suddenly broke through the air, shooting towards the blood-red sky.
...
New York City suburbs, the beltway.
The air was filled with the smell of burning.
Cars were parked haphazardly along the roadside, the ground was cracked, and a red light seeped from the fissures.
Johnny Blaze stood in the middle of the highway, his chains dragging on the ground.
With every swing, over a dozen rushing evil spirits were whipped into ash.
His entire body was enveloped in Hellfire, and two white fires burned inside the eye sockets of his skull, still looking incredibly fierce.
But he knew very well that his stamina was already dropping.
"Why are there more and more of these damn things?"
Johnny cursed, sweeping his chain to shatter two walking corpses pouncing from the side.
"Cut the crap, another horde has popped up in the east!"
Another voice came from behind him.
Dan Ketch rode his burning motorcycle up the slope, wrapping his Soul Whip to drag several headless evil spirits into the fire.
The two generations of Ghost Riders stood back-to-back, one guarding the highway and the other watching the bridgehead, neither speaking another word.
Black mist pressed in from all directions.
Within it were humanoid shapes, beastly shapes, and some things that had no fixed form at all.
Spirits descended from the sky, furious and hideous!
"If this keeps up, we won't be able to hold this line," Danny said, panting as he threw a ball of Hellfire.
"We have to hold it even if we can't," Johnny gritted his teeth. "The city is right behind us. Do you want these things getting into Manhattan?"
"We need to find reinforcements."
"Who? Those superheroes are long gone, and now there's only Homelander. That guy might not even be able to see evil spirits!"
Johnny spat, the flames on his chains suddenly flaring up a bit higher.
"Don't rely on anyone else. Just hold them off as long as we can."
Danny wanted to say something more, but then he saw a streak of light suddenly flash past above their heads.
The light flew along the center line of the highway at extreme speed.
The two of them only saw the afterimage of a cape trailing in the air.
Immediately after...
The black mist ahead looked as if it had been hit head-on by something.
Boom!
Hundreds of evil spirits were instantly vaporized.
A heatwave rolled out from the center of the explosion, flipping the abandoned vehicles on both sides into splinters.
The ground was plowed with a deep scorch mark, and even the blackish-red glow in the fissures dimmed a bit.
Johnny and Danny looked up at the same time, only to see the God Among Men hovering in mid-air, his cape fluttering wildly.
He looked down at them, his tone indifferent:
"I'll handle this place. You two go east and clear out the area under the bridge."
"Are you the Stark family's... Homelander?" Johnny asked, full of confusion.
"Yes," Arthur interrupted him. "No time for pleasantries now."
Just as he finished speaking, his eyes lit up.
Two crimson beams swept out, shooting down flocks of blood crows circling in the sky, burning them so thoroughly that not even ash remained.
The evil spirits on the ground seemed to be provoked, rushing toward him like mad.
"Kamehameha!"
Arthur cupped his hands together, blue and white light condensing frantically in his palms.
Boom!!
The pillar of light traversed the entire highway, swallowing all the rushing evil spirits.
Once the light dissipated, nothing was left on the ground but a smoking band of lava.
"This guy..." Danny swallowed hard, clearly frightened.
"Don't just stand there, let's go!"
Johnny had already swung his chain, leaping off the highway and charging toward the underside of the bridge.
Danny glanced at Arthur and chased after him.
The two burning figures plunged into the black mist from the left and right, like two hot knives cutting into rotting flesh.
The chain and Soul Whip swept alternately, shredding and burning every evil spirit that pounced on them.
But just as they cleared an area, the red sky above suddenly split open.
The rift extended all the way from the direction of New York Harbor to the sky above the city center, like a wound being ripped open.
An eerie green light shone from within, casting a pale gray hue over half the city.
Immediately after.
A giant hand reached out from the rift.
The hand burned with blackish-green flames, its fingers as large as buildings, absolutely massive.
Crack!!
Several fingers gripped the edges of the rift and tore it open with sudden force.
The rift was stretched open several times wider, and immediately following, a mountain-like giant head poked out.
Its forehead was covered in curved horns, and its two eyes looked like ghostly fires that had burned in the depths of Hell for billions of years.
Lord of Hell.
"The mortal world... I smell the scent of souls."
The voice boomed down from high above, like muffled thunder rolling across the ground.
In the distance, people began to scream, and even the evil spirits stopped, prostrating themselves toward the sky.
Seeing this scene, Johnny and Danny's expressions changed drastically.
"How did it get out?" Johnny said in a deep voice.
"The rift is expanding, and the seal can no longer hold," Danny said with a grim expression.
"We have to push it back."
"Push it back how? With our lives?"
"Wait, what is he doing?"
The two of them looked at Arthur with complete bewilderment.
They saw that he had already risen to the same height as the Lord of Hell's head.
The God Among Men stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes glowing red.
"This is my planet..."
"Get the hell out!"