Steve's strike was terrifyingly powerful—more than a dozen green monsters were erased in an instant.
At that moment, a strange ripple suddenly appeared in midair. Harry Apparated in and floated steadily above everyone's heads.
His gaze swept across the battlefield. He saw Steve wrapped in thunder power, slaughtering like a war god—then he turned his eyes to the side and saw Thor standing there in a white outfit, face ashen, looking pitiful and wronged.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle. Putting on an innocent tone, he called out loudly, "Thor, what's going on here? Where's your hammer?"
Thor looked with no energy at all. He weakly lifted a hand, pointed at Steve fighting up ahead, and mumbled with a face full of resentment, "Harry, your Midgard is seriously cursed. I've been roaming Asgard and the other Nine Realms for ages and never once saw anyone who could lift Mjolnir—then I come here and, boom, two of them show up at once!"
If Harry could lift Mjolnir because of the terrifying power sleeping inside him—so vast that even beings on Odin's level would feel fear and instinctive caution when facing it—
Then Steve Rogers did it for one reason only: his pure, noble character.
Thor knew the enchantment Odin had fixed onto Mjolnir better than anyone. Meeting those conditions was absurdly difficult—nearly impossible.
The kind of virtue it demanded was not something ordinary people could possess.
Looking across the universe, only rulers like Odin—holders of supreme authority who carried the lives of countless beings in their hearts—or Sorcerer Supremes who dedicated themselves to guarding peace, surviving endless hardships without ever losing their original resolve… only those kinds of people had a mindset so elevated it could be called sacred—selfless and fearless.
And yet Steve had it too.
That meant he was truly brave—brave enough to face enemies far stronger than himself.
More than that, he was a righteous man with a vast, compassionate heart. To protect what he believed was right, he would give everything without holding anything back—even his life.
Faced with someone that pure, even though Steve had effectively "stolen" his beloved—Mjolnir—Thor couldn't summon real anger. All he could do was give a helpless, bitter smile.
Thor looked at Harry solemnly, expression serious and sincere. "Harry—if you can, you need to properly train Steve. His only weakness right now is that his raw power is a bit lacking. Once his strength rises enough, he absolutely has the potential to become the Sorcerer Supreme!"
Harry nodded. He knew that already—and he did plan to raise Captain America's power, trying to let him, with a mortal body, stand shoulder to shoulder with gods.
Of course, Steve was only one candidate for Sorcerer Supreme. There were others too—Strange, Tony.
This was tied to Harry's early-retirement plan, so he couldn't afford to be careless.
On the battlefield, the burst of power Steve had unleashed was already beyond what his body could endure for long. He couldn't sustain it.
In only a few dozen seconds, the lightning around his body—once dazzling—began to dim. As the strength drained away, his movements slowed.
With reluctance, Steve returned to Thor's side. His eyes were full of unwillingness as he handed Mjolnir back, the corner of his mouth lifting with a faint smile. "Thanks, Thor. Your beloved is really something."
For some reason, hearing Steve say that gave Thor a weird feeling he couldn't explain.
But Thor knew Steve's character—and Thor himself was bold and generous—so he laughed openly and said, "It's fine. Letting someone of such noble character use it doesn't waste Mjolnir at all!"
Steve's eyes lit up. He immediately asked, unable to hide his excitement, "Then can I borrow her next time too?"
"No!!!" Thor shouted instantly, without even a second of hesitation.
That sudden refusal was like a bucket of cold water dumped over Steve's face, wiping away the eager light in his eyes.
He froze there, utterly confused, thinking to himself: If someone who didn't know better saw Thor like this, they'd think Loki was impersonating him.
After Steve's desperate slaughter, there weren't many green monsters left on the battlefield. A quick count said it all—only a dozen or so remained.
Harry called out loudly, "Everyone fall back! I'll handle what's left!"
Wanda and the others were already gasping for breath, every inhale heavy and ragged.
They'd spent far too much in that brutal fight. Their bodies were at the limit.
Having Harry step in now couldn't have been better.
Once Wanda and the others were fully outside his range of attack, Harry nodded. The next second, he dropped from the sky at high speed and chanted:
"Avada Kedavra Chain Lightning (Avada Lightning Chain)!"
Avada Lightning Chain—a group attack aimed directly at the soul—was the simplest thing in the world for dealing with these monsters, whose souls had been shattered beyond repair by experimentation.
To everyone watching, Harry used the terrifying momentum of his fall to slam his wand down into the ground.
In that instant, it was as if some mysterious power from the abyss was released all at once.
Endless luminous green lightning erupted from Harry as the center, spreading outward like a massive, dense spiderweb—racing in every direction.
In the blink of an eye, it covered every remaining green monster.
This eerie green lightning was completely different from the lightning Steve and Thor wielded.
It wasn't about brute physical force tearing apart flesh.
It carried something far more mysterious—and far more deadly.
The moment a green monster touched even a single thread of that lightning, its feral face turned hollow and blank. Then its massive body collapsed like a puppet with cut strings—straight down, life snuffed out.
Just like that, the green monsters that had forced Steve and the others to rack their brains and fight to exhaustion… were wiped out with zero resistance under Harry's single strike.
In an instant, the battlefield went from violent slaughter to absolute silence.
Only a faint breeze moved, stirring dust across the ground.
Steve stared forward with a heavy expression. As the last monster died, the green lightning gradually lost its glow and faded into the air.
But even after it vanished, the atmosphere still felt filled with an indescribable, icy, unreal chill.
That cold wasn't from temperature.
It was the kind of chill that sank into your bones and went straight for your soul, making your scalp go tight.
After spending so much time around magic lately, Steve wasn't clueless anymore. He could tell exactly what that "lightning" spell meant.
It was a horrifying attack that could erase the soul directly.
It was also Thor's first time seeing Harry cast a Killing Curse. Thor's eyes went wide. Almost unconsciously, he turned to Steve, and their eyes met midair—both of them stunned.
That spell was far too evil and far too powerful. It didn't look like something a "good guy" would use.
They couldn't help thinking… for some reason, Harry felt like he had the makings of an evil god.
Harry didn't care what they thought. The moment the green monsters were dealt with, he didn't pause at all.
Before acting, he had already used Legilimency, diving deep into the broken memories of those monsters. Inside the chaotic, fragmented shards, he captured key information.
They were all pitiful. They had once been ordinary humans living ordinary lives. The reason they became this… was because of experiments conducted by a man with an enormous head.
And that man was the real target of this operation: the Leader.
Harry sifted through those shattered memory fragments, forcing them together piece by piece until—after a difficult search—he finally confirmed the Leader's location.
Without the slightest hesitation, Harry opened a portal—
And the moment it formed, he locked eyes with the panicked Leader inside the lab.
Then, under the Leader's stare—like he was looking at a demon—Harry stepped through the portal slowly, one step at a time. He pulled out a contract condensed from magic, while eerie green lightning appeared on his wand like ghostfire, flickering and jumping.
Harry's face was emotionless. In Steve and Thor's eyes, he looked more and more like an evil god as he spoke word by word, cold enough to freeze the air:
"Sign it. Or I'll send you to hell."
In truth, the reason the green monsters had fought in such organized, coordinated patterns on the battlefield was because the Leader was hiding behind the scenes, controlling them through a special device.
That control relied on mind-control device technology. Long before the Leader joined HYDRA, he had already handed that technology to his partner—Dr. Connors, the Lizard.
So the Leader had already witnessed Harry's power through the monsters' eyes. The moment Harry appeared, he didn't hesitate at all—he slammed his head to the floor and kowtowed repeatedly like pounding a drum, shouting through sobs:
"I'll sign! I'll sign right now! Don't kill me!"
Ever since he'd been infected by gamma radiation, his intelligence had skyrocketed—so much that it was now even comparable to Tony Stark.
There were still countless mysteries in the world waiting to be explored. He didn't want to die.
To live, he would pay any price.
After his mutation, the Leader's IQ was extremely high. If used properly, he could be immensely useful—he could even accelerate the progress of many magical research projects.
Harry planned to hand him over as Tony's assistant, working nonstop twenty-four hours a day to research magical armor as repayment for his sins.
The current magical armor already outperformed the Mark series—but it still wasn't enough.
In Harry's vision, a truly perfect suit of magical armor needed, at minimum, to have the combat power of the Abomination.
Besides that, something else weighed heavily on Harry's mind.
Earlier, when he used Legilimency on Baron Strucker, he had obtained fragments of HYDRA's hidden information.
The details were incomplete—like broken puzzle pieces—only briefly mentioning HYDRA's current distribution of power and several key figures.
But even that was enough to make Harry's scalp tighten.
Alexander Pierce was openly HYDRA's public-facing leader.
If even a former Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.—and a current member of the World Security Council—was a HYDRA member, then how long had HYDRA been plotting in the shadows… and how deeply had they already infiltrated this world?
Harry didn't hesitate. He opened a portal immediately and led everyone back to Nick Fury's office.
The moment they stepped inside, Harry's expression was grave. He strode up to Nick Fury and spoke in a low, forceful voice:
"Fury. You've been exposed."
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