Once the plan was set, Su Ming never wasted any time executing it. With a yellow and a black Great Sword in hand, leveraging the power of the Symbiote, he charged out of the alley at a terrifying speed.
The doctor looked helplessly at the Mage, but before he could say anything, the Magic Floating Cloak whisked him away like pulling a carrot.
Monac looked at the doctor struggling in the sky, holding back laughter. He chanted a spell, his entire body slowly levitating and gradually becoming transparent as he floated toward the battlefield.
Su Ming felt the wind howling past his ears as he charged at high speed, looking at the densely packed enemy troops ahead. The single eye on the black and yellow armor's mask traced a long scarlet afterimage in the evening glow.
"Facing enemies limited by the street's width, there are about 500 of them. The others are at different street corners or behind me... There are dozens of tanks and robots, but their turrets aren't aimed at me, so there's enough time... In the sky, there are about a dozen airships targeting here, using 406mm coastal defense cannons. Which genius decided to install these on giant airships...?"
Calculating in his mind, his hands and feet were not idle. Su Ming leaped from the street, landed squarely in the center of the enemies, and swung the Great Sword, causing blood to splatter in an instant.
With just a spin, dozens of people around him were bisected before they could react. Su Ming saw someone clutching their severed intestines, trying to reconnect them while continually screaming, but it was all in vain; their lives were already ticking down.
The Symbiote shot out from behind, dozens of thin tendrils picking up weapons from the ground.
It wasn't good at distinguishing weapon models, so anything that looked like a gun, it grabbed. In an instant, Su Ming was armed like a hedgehog, with dark tendrils wielding various weapons, swinging them continuously.
There were assault rifles and submachine guns, as well as energy weapons and Witch-Hunting Crossbow Arrows. Anything that could be fired with a trigger was picked up, and then fired mercilessly at the surrounding enemies.
The street was swept by a storm, the intense sound of gunfire suddenly erupting. The surrounding German Army soldiers swayed like leaves in the wind before falling to the ground.
Using the Symbiote's cover, Su Ming hacked left and right with the Great Sword, demolishing a few tanks before quickly facing a giant robot he'd seen before.
On the narrow street littered with bodies and blood, a five-meter-tall robot faced a human less than two meters tall. Its mechanical legs filled with pipes, and the Cross Star mechanical feet rapidly propelled it toward Su Ming. The buzzsaw above the cockpit roared, even drowning out the engine's sound.
One wonders what kind of talents Hydra produced, bringing this thing to life and deploying it in combat. Seeing the cockpit painted with dense red star emblems, it was likely an ace crew withdrawn from the Eastern Front.
They were probably using the robot as a new type of tank, charging against enemies, then attacking with weapons or the circular saw.
This tactic might work against other tanks, but how could it hit a target as small as Su Ming?
Confronting it head-on, as the massive mechanical foot was lifted to stomp on him, Su Ming swung the Great Sword, toppling it to the ground.
A leg still sparking with electricity remained standing, but the massive War Machine fell, raising a cloud of dust.
"Legs are just decorations; those high-ranking officials will never understand..."
Su Ming quipped skillfully, then sprinted forward, bending down to grip the cockpit firmly. His waist engaged as he suddenly hoisted the thing over his head.
If not for the dark tendrils behind him, it really did resemble the scene of Wonder Woman lifting a tank during World War I.
Against the sunset, treading on burning streets and piles of corpses, the Goddess raising an enemy war vehicle looked truly beautiful.
However, placed on Su Ming, it felt somewhat like a haunting. The Symbiote behind him was clearly no good, and his armor was covered with others' organs and blood, like an Evil Ghost from the underground.
He shook the thing with his arms, listening for the chaotic clattering inside the cockpit. Once assured the pilots were dazed and wouldn't resist, he hurled the robot toward the densely packed enemy area.
A violent explosion occurred. The thing's energy likely derived from the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, radiating intense blue light upon detonation.
Not only were the enemies under it instantly reduced to grey ash in the blue light, but even the surrounding street ground formed a smooth circular pit as if a gigantic iron ball was once embedded there.
Grabbing the Great Sword back from the Symbiote tendrils, Su Ming pressed forward; those blocking the way faced only one outcome.
As he continually slaughtered, he continued to ponder, admitting the enemy had indeed developed some impressive things.
Like the six-legged bio-dogs that could dart across walls like spiders, launching ambushes from unnoticed angles, and those semi-mechanical warriors whose strength was only a notch below Captain America enhanced with SSS Serum.
Captain America and Galactus were standard Marvel metrics. Measuring a creature's strength, if not cosmic level, Steve was the unit; if cosmic level, Galactus was the unit.
For example, the Winter Soldier's strength equaled one Captain America, and the Falcon's strength also equaled one Captain America.
Thus, when Steve left for various reasons, they could all succeed as Captain America, and the government believed they could pass it off.
These semi-mechanical beings were about 0.8 Captain America, but still fell short before Su Ming, lacking both solid bodies and martial arts skills.
Stabbing one with a sword, it burst with sparks, grabbing another, the Symbiote came over and shot it in the head.
Soon, Su Ming carved a bloody path through the masses, directly meeting up with his troops, glancing around before hopping over several barricades to Cable's side.
Cable and others had long noticed him. When chaos erupted at the enemy's rear, followed by dismembered limbs flying skyward, Cable deduced reinforcement had arrived.
When Su Ming spoofed Wonder Woman, Cable naturally saw the black and yellow uniform.
"I only heard Wade say his cousin Deathstroke could be an army of one, but I didn't expect it to be like this."
Cable, hiding behind a barricade, with a cigar in mouth, slapped Su Ming's shoulder, then, looking disgruntled, wiped his hand on his body—it wasn't blood, but a layer of meat paste.
The crossroad naturally had four street connections; Su Ming smashed through one, but the other three continued attacking while reinforcements came from all directions.
The recently broken path would regain combat readiness soon.
Paris likely stationed over 200,000 troops, not counting those on vacation or sightseeing; everyone's choice was singular: strategic retreat.
"Boom!!!"
A huge explosion sounded as a massive fireball exploded overhead—a fired high-explosive round from an airship was stopped mid-air by Monac's magic.
It was like ripples spreading in the air, with flames and smoke dispersing like waves.
Monac then solemnly reinforced with a new magic, throwing out a Transfer Spell, shifting the casting cost onto the enemy's German soldiers.
"Deathstroke, I can't hold much longer!"
So Su Ming turned his gaze toward Holloway. As long as he completed the task, everyone could retreat.