New York, Manhattan.
The sky is no longer the sky, but a huge, oppressive black iron plate.
Malekith doesn't have the slightest patience to play the cat and mouse game.
When he confirmed that the woman with the aura of Aether was in this concrete jungle, he issued the only instruction--
"Erase."
Tens of thousands of Scythe Fighter no longer dispersed attacks, they were like a swarm of killer bees that heard the queen bee's call, gathering from all directions.
There was no swooping, no dogfighting.
They just hover quietly in every corner above Manhattan.
This kind of stillness is even more suffocating than the indiscriminate bombardment just now.
From Central Park to Wall Street, from Empire State Building to Statue of Liberty.
Layers upon layers, covering the sky and the sun.
The entire New York City fell into a haze, with only the low-frequency buzzing sound from the fighter engine.
"Zi--Zi--Zi--"
"Buzz--buzz--buzz--"
The low resonance of energy is like a rusty saw, pulling repeatedly on the nerves of every New York person.
That's the sound of charging.
Thousands of black muzzles lit up with dark red light at the same time. Those were not the Starlight of hope, those were the eyes of the God of Death.
"They're going to... wipe New York off the map."
On the ground, Tony·Stark raised his head, his visor opened, revealing his face with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
"JARVIS... send all the energy to the chest cluster cannon."
"Sir, the current temperature of the reactor is too high. If it is forced to launch, the reactor may explode due to overload."
"Then let's blow it up." Tony looked at the light of destruction that was about to pour down from above his head, with a bitter smile on his lips, "Let us fight until the last moment."
Steve·Rogers stood on the roof of an overturned school bus, the paint surface of his shield already covered with scorch marks.
He looked at the sky, clenched his fists, and dug his nails deeply into his palms.
Feeling of powerlessness.
This is an emotion Captain America rarely experiences.
He can charge at the Hydra tanks and shake his fist at the alien army, but in the face of such a devastating saturation blow, the courage of mortals pales.
"Children, hide behind me."
These "superhero students" who were high-spirited just now finally understand what the cruelty of war is.
"As long as you are still standing, you are not defeated." Steve tightened the shield strap in his hand and said to the trembling superhero students behind him.
"If this is the end, let us greet it like warriors."
This is the only thing he can do.
Jessica·Jones knelt in the ruins, and the Aether in her body went berserk because of the approaching emotional fluctuations.
The severe pain made her almost lose consciousness, but she still held on to the ground to prevent herself from falling.
"That... bastard... won't you come..." She squeezed out these words through her teeth.
On the other side, Wade Wilson was picking his teeth with half a broken knife.
"Wow, what a big battle."
Wade looked at the sky and actually whistled.
"This special effect is much better than the crew who went around slashing dad with lightsabers. But... should the director cut the scene? At this time, shouldn't there be a guy in red underwear coming out to save the world? Oh no, our guy here doesn't wear underwear, he likes to be in neutral."
Despair spreads like a plague in the city.
In the streets and alleys, whether they were civilians hiding in air-raid shelters or anchors broadcasting live on their mobile phones, everyone raised their heads and looked at the light of destruction that was about to fall.
No one cried.
Because of the extreme fear, I lost my voice.
Until...
A boy Peter·Parker with a dusty face stood on the lawn of Queens Hunter's Point South Park, holding tightly the <Homelander's Adventures> comic signed by Homelander in his hand.
He looked at the sky, his little body trembling, but there was a stubborn belief in his eyes.
"Homelander..."
The boy muttered to himself.
His voice was very small, drowned in the hum of energy charging.
"Homelander!"
The boy increased his volume.
A homeless man next to him heard it. He seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw and shouted, "Homelander?"
"Homelander!!"
"Homelander!!!"
These three words seem to have a kind of magic.
In this world shrouded in darkness, it is the only light.
The voices began to gather.
Spread from Central Park to Fifth Avenue, spread from Brooklyn to Queens.
In the online live broadcast room, the barrage exploded instantly.
There are no other words, only those rows of neat and dazzling brushes -
[HOMELANDER!]
[Homelander!]
[Homelander!!]
It was the cry of tens of millions of people and a torrent of faith.
Vought Headquarters, control room.
Ashley stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the apocalyptic scene outside, her legs shaking violently.
But her hands were firmly pressed on the console.
She is waiting.
Wait for the time that the man told her.
"5..."
She looked at the watch on her wrist, which was the countdown set by Homelander before she left.
"4..."
The red light in the sky has become so bright that it is dazzling.
"3..."
The air began to burn due to the overload of energy.
"2..."
Ashley closed his eyes and pressed the red play button with all his strength.
"1!!"
"Zi--"
The current is switched on.
On the top floor of Starr Tower, the sonar speaker array covering the whole city was activated at full power at this moment.
At the same time, all Vought live channels in the United States, with background music cut in.
The prelude sounds.
The passionate, magnificent song "Theme From Superman", full of hope and power, resounded throughout the sky above New York!
"Deng-deng-deng-deng-deng!!"
The music is at its loudest at that moment.
"Boom--!!!!!"
The atmosphere was torn apart.
No one saw clearly what happened.
People only saw a stream of red and blue light, which seemed to be Spear of Longinus shooting from the Hell abyss to heaven!
speed.
Extreme speed.
After Team Rally was activated, his speed reached Mach 450.
Homelander flew around the earth and accumulated its own kinetic energy to a terrifying critical point.
At this moment, he is a super Negasonic Teenage Warhead with the body of a god!
"Puff-puff-puff--!!!"
At that moment, the sky turned into a sea of fire.
Homelander's figure turned into death rays and crashed into the dense group of fighters without any hindrance!
Wherever it passed, the fighter plane instantly disintegrated, exploded, and turned into a rain of fire flying across the sky.
In just a few seconds, a large chunk of the dark clouds that shrouded New York were wiped away!
The sky is bright.
That is the light of destruction.
Also...Homelander gives the most expensive fireworks to all mankind.
"Hiss--"
The shock wave caused by high-speed movement slowly dissipates.
Against the background of the sky full of fire and rain.
A figure slowly stopped in mid-air.
The three-color cloak rustled in the heat wave of the explosion.
The blond hair is meticulous and the uniform is spotless.
He was suspended there, with the burning wreckage beneath his feet and the dissipating haze above his head.
Vought's "Hummingbird" drone swarm flew behind him at this perfect time, as if premeditated.
The camera advances.
Back view.
That broad, solid back that seemed to be able to carry the whole world on its back.
Homelander slowly turned his head and looked at the camera with his blue eyes, as if looking at everyone in front of the screen.
He smiled slightly and said softly:
"As long as I'm here..."
"... No one can take away your tomorrow."