In the boundless depths of space, a blinding beam of seven-colored light crashed down on Earth from the darkness.
In the quiet room of Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One sat on a futon, having just taken a sip of hot tea, and looked up into the void.
An orange magic circle lit up in his hand.
But soon, the light flickered twice and then went out completely.
The impatient acting god-king of Asgard arrived much earlier than expected.
The Ancient One hesitated for half a second, then tapped her finger lightly on the rim of the teacup again, but ultimately did not use magic to stop it.
He sighed, waved his hand, and directly removed the magical barrier that had enveloped the edge of the Earth.
Although the start of this play has been brought forward considerably, in this unpredictable timeline, we probably have no choice but to grit our teeth and continue acting this way.
"Bring it on, let's see who beats whom first."
On the other side.
A seven-colored beam of light crashed onto an open space in the suburbs.
Dust billowed and smoke rose. Loki, dressed in a magnificent Asgard robe and wearing a golden bull-horned helmet, gracefully landed outside a remote factory in New York.
He held a scepter that shimmered with a ghostly blue light in both hands, his chin slightly raised, and a cruel and arrogant smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Tremble, you foolish Midgardian, your new king..."
Before Loki could finish speaking, the scene before him suddenly flickered violently, like a poor-quality television signal.
The next second, he felt the temperature of the surrounding air plummet, dropping by at least seventy or eighty degrees.
The bustling steel city has vanished completely, replaced by an endless expanse of pale ice plains and a wild blizzard mixed with ice shards.
"... They're here?" Loki, still in his cool pose with his arms outstretched, stood there dumbfounded like a fool.
The biting Arctic wind relentlessly blew in through his collar, giving this venerable deity a jolt of energy.
He stared blankly at the desolate wasteland around him, where not a hair could be seen, completely bewildered and confused.
This isn't scripted! What kind of human city is this? That bastard Heimdall dares to trick me?
On the other side, at the top floor of Stark Tower.
Chen Mo slowly withdrew his finger, which had been idly waving in mid-air, and casually tossed a popcorn into his mouth, crunching it loudly.
Wearing a green robe and sporting two huge bull horns in broad daylight to show off on Earth is really an eyesore.
It has to be thrown far away.
Chen Mo patted the debris off his hands and tapped the air a few times with his hand.
The holographic light screen popped up instantly.
Tony, sporting heavy dark circles under his eyes, appeared on the left side of the screen, holding a welding torch.
"Aren't you right next to me? Why are you making a phone call?"
On the right is Nick Fury with his single, glowing eye.
" Chen Mo, I'm busy, I don't have time to watch that big oaf's reality show with you."
"Hey, you two, I'm getting serious. You'd better stop what you're doing for a moment."
Chen Mo picked up his cola, his tone incredibly casual. "Our first batch of interstellar delivery—no, alien soldiers—has arrived."
Chen Mo casually conjured a holographic screen, projecting a live broadcast of the Arctic onto their faces.
Tony's electronic pen fell to the table with a thud, and Fury's one eye widened in shock, his scalp tingling.
Fury's dark face instantly turned serious, and a chill ran down his spine.
He knew something bad was bound to happen sooner or later, but it came far too quickly.
S.H.I.E.L.D.. had just finished drawing up the blueprints for their Helicarrier, and Captain America had barely figured out how to turn on his phone.
How are we supposed to fight aliens?
" Chen Mo, where is the target location?"
Fury stared intently at the screen and immediately asked, "How large a fleet has landed?"
"Don't be nervous, it's just a small fry in the alien vanguard. I kicked it to the Arctic to be exposed to the cold wind as soon as it landed."
Chen Mo picked up the iced cola on the table, took a big gulp, and said with a smile, "Aren't you guys always talking about guarding against aliens? It's rare to have a live punching bag like this. I just want to see how our Earth's forces really are against the alien gods."
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the line.
Then, Tony jumped up in a rage, pointing at Chen Mo and yelling, "The aliens have already invaded Earth, and you're still eating popcorn like a cripple! Couldn't you at least have given me a five-minute heads-up?!"
Can arriving five minutes early cure your anxiety?
"Screw you, JARVIS! Activate the Global Emergency Defense Protocol immediately!"
"Sir, connecting to the system."
"Have F.R.I.D.A.Y. cooperate with you, utilize the nearest armor reserves from our factories in Norway and Siberia, and airdrop them directly to the Arctic. Make sure that damned alien is entangled!"
Thanks to S.H.I.E.L.D..'s recent Green Lantern, Tony has already secretly established several fully automated armor factories around the world, forming a 24/7 rapid response network under the joint control of JARVIS and the newly created AI butler " F.R.I.D.A.Y. ".
This massive mechanical army, always ready for action, finally faced its first real battle.
Fury, standing nearby, was also extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pan, and grabbed the military communicator as if his pants were on fire.
" Romanoff! Barton! Prepare a top-of-the-line spaceplane immediately!"
Fury roared into his headset, "Go wake Captain Rogers up! Tell him to stop lazing around in the station looking at old photos and get his shield ready for an emergency takeoff to the Arctic! And tell Dr. Banner to get ready too!"
As the two frantically issued a series of commands, the earliest superhero team on Earth, like a beast awakened from its slumber, began to operate with frenzied energy. This was Earth's first encounter with an alien civilization, and if they couldn't even control a scout, then all the subsequent Interstellar Plan would be utter nonsense.
Meanwhile, far away on the streets of Brooklyn, the evening rush hour traffic was still frustratingly congested.
Thor, sitting in the passenger seat of Erin's old Ford sedan, suddenly and abruptly touched his nose.
Just a minute before, he had felt an intense killing intent that seemed to pierce his soul without warning.
But the sense of crisis that made his hair stand on end had barely begun to rise, and before it even lasted a second, it vanished inexplicably, as if it had been erased from mid-air.
Sol shook his head honestly and turned to look at the street lights outside the car window.
He felt that it might be a hallucination caused by his recent fatigue; perhaps mortals are more prone to neurasthenia in the cold wind.
On the other side, above the Arctic ice sheet, howling winds rage.
"Bang!"
Loki, his face grim, gritted his teeth and swung his scepter. A burst of pale blue energy instantly rippled out, smashing a silver-white unmanned combat suit that was charging towards him into a pile of sparks and scrap metal.
"How laughable! Is this all the means by which you lowly mortals obstruct the gods?"
Loki snorted coldly, arrogantly raising his chin, ready to mock these crudely made toys by looking at the mechanical wreckage flashing indicator lights.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
From within the clouds, countless suits of armor, like fiery meteors, crashed down from the sky.