"Hands up! Hands up! Shut the fuck up and raise your hands!"
"I did! I did! Go, Golden Armor God of War!"
"Holy shit, this is hype! Even more than the Ultron fight!"
"The Golden Armor God of War is over London! The Boys are down below! Is he seriously taking on Dormammu??"
"Stop asking and raise your hands!"
"The Spirit Bomb only works with energy from good people. Do those of us spamming the chat count as good?"
"Shut up and raise your hands!"
"I did! Holding up my phone counts as raising my hand!"
"Quit talking and raise your hands!!!"
Across the world, countless people stopped what they were doing, looked up at the sky, and raised both hands.
London, Manhattan, Paris, Tokyo, Beijing, Moscow, Cairo, Rio de Janeiro...
Office workers staying late, police officers on patrol, convenience store clerks on the night shift, old people lying in bed, mothers holding babies, workers standing on construction scaffolding.
Countless hands rose at the same time.
Yongye hovered above London, his Golden Cloth glowing softly against the night sky. He could feel energy converging from the streets, the cities, the continents, and the oceans. Like countless thin ribbons of light, it streamed toward his palms from every direction.
At first, those ribbons were no thicker than strands of hair. More and more gathered, packing together until they formed an enormous sphere of light over ten meters across above his palms.
The sphere shone with a warm blue-white light. Fine patterns of light churned within it, like a miniature sun compressed to its limit.
Yongye glanced up at the ever-growing Spirit Bomb above his palms and grinned.
"Dormammu!"
His voice thundered from on high like the toll of divine judgment, echoing across London.
"You want to invade Earth? Ask everyone on