The smoke of battle from the New York campaign has not yet completely dissipated, and the dimensional rift torn open in the sky still hangs above the city, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, like a hideous wound that can never heal.
At the other end of the cave, the roars of the Chitauri Army echoed continuously. Countless alien warships were poised to launch, but they were blocked by the Transformers army that had been lurking in mid-air.
The massive metal structures stood in a dense forest, and the deafening roar of artillery fire and energy beams clashing against each other forcefully halted the alien the Cavalry's charge at the edge of the portal.
But everyone knows this is only a temporary stalemate. They can't let the Transformers block the way forever. Once the defenses collapse, hordes of alien soldiers will once again sweep across New York.
On the ground, Loki, who had just been subdued by the crowd, struggled to his feet from the rubble. His black cloak was covered in dust and blood, and his exquisite clothes clung to his body in a rumpled mess. All traces of his former cunning and arrogance, which once looked down on all living beings, had vanished.
Just as the entire scene reached a stalemate, Dr. Selvig, who had been in a daze for a long time, staggered over. He had just completely broken free from the Mind Stone- control of Loki's Scepter. His face was still pale and haggard, but his eyes revealed a clear and determined look.
"The portal... I had a backup plan." Dr. Selvig panted heavily, his gaze fixed on the dimensional rift above his head, his words rapid and heavy.
"When I was controlled and had the teleportation device modified, I subconsciously installed a safety mechanism: the switch that could forcibly shut down the teleportation channel was Loki's Scepter."
One sentence instantly cooled down the atmosphere in the room.
Steve's brows furrowed suddenly, Tony's armor visor automatically closed and then popped open, his eyes filled with seriousness.
"The scepter? Nobody noticed where it went in the chaos."
The crowd quickly scanned the entire battlefield ruins. The battle had been too brutal; the shockwave from the explosion had overturned the entire street. Debris, wreckage, and fragments of alien mechs were piled up like mountains. There was no trace of the scepter inlaid with the blue cosmic gem.
The next second, Captain America, Iron Man, Black Widow, Hawkeye and the others all turned their heads at once, and several pairs of eyes fell precisely on Loki, who was huddled in the corner. Their eyes were sharp as knives, carrying undisguised scrutiny and questioning.
Loki felt a chill run down his spine under the intense gazes. He instinctively shrank back, raised his hands slightly to feign innocence, and spoke with a deliberately feigned nonchalance.
"I don't know either."
He tried to use his sharp tongue and stubbornness to argue his way out of trouble.
Before he could utter another word, Hulk was standing not far away with his green body and bulging muscles, immediately narrowed his eyes, and a familiar aura of fury suddenly rose.
The hulking figure lowered his center of gravity, his thick arms gathering strength, clearly preparing to repeat his previous tactic of rushing forward to grab Loki's calf, replicating the famous scene of him frantically slamming and tossing the God of Mischief.
A strong gust of wind swept over him, Loki was instantly terrified, his feigned composure completely shattered.
He hurriedly retreated, waving his hands wildly, his voice completely distorted with panic, repeatedly crying out for mercy.
"Wait! Stop! I really don't know! I was blasted away, the scepter flew right out of my hand, bounced off by the shockwave, I couldn't even see where it landed! It's true!"
Just a second before the gruff roar was about to explode, Thor stepped forward in time and firmly held down the agitated Hulk.
Seeing his younger brother's panicked face and genuinely flustered eyes, his disheveled appearance completely undisguised, he immediately spoke in a deep voice.
"That's enough, Hulk. He's not lying this time."
Thor knew his brother best; if he had anything to hide, he would never have shown this panicked and helpless expression.
This brief confirmation, however, left all the superheroes present speechless and stunned.
The portal above their heads was wide open, a crisis loomed overhead, and the Chitauri Army was watching them intently. Everyone outside thought the Avengers were about to end the invasion, but they were stuck at the most fatal juncture: without the scepter, they could not close the portal.
A stalemate will only deplete our strength and combat power. The Transformers ' artillery fire and the Ultimate Nullifier's mechanical defenses simply cannot hold off the endless waves of alien troops forever. This protracted war is too much for us to bear!
"Everyone spread out! Search the entire area for the scepter!" Tony immediately ordered in a deep voice.
In an instant, the chaotic battlefield of New York completely changed its atmosphere.
The Avengers had been fighting fiercely, dispersed and carefully searched through the rubble and ruins.
Rimuru, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, gave the order, and the Ultimate Nullifier Legion behind him immediately sprang into action.
At this moment, an utterly ridiculous scene unfolded.
Just moments ago, the mechanical army stood tall and unleashed its full firepower, tearing apart alien mechs and withstanding the firepower of warships, its aura fierce and intimidating, now all bowed their heads.
Countless cold, precise mechanical heads bowed in unison, their metal bodies clumsily yet diligently scanning, searching, and groping among the ruins, broken walls, and piles of rubble.
The tall and powerful Transformers warriors put away their giant cannons and sharp axes, their massive metal bodies bending slightly as they carefully searched every corner, afraid of missing even the slightest trace.
The media drone, which had been filming the entire scene from mid-air, fell completely silent, its camera steadily focused on this absurd and starkly contrasting moment.
Viewers around the world watching the live stream fell silent instantly.
One second they're in an epic, globally thrilling interstellar war, a brutal and hardcore battle to the death; the next, top-tier combatants from all walks of life transform into a "treasure hunting squad," searching for things all over the streets.
Everyone watching was completely bewildered. What was going on? What happened to the final showdown? Was this supposed to be superheroes protecting the Earth, or a large-scale performance art piece? The style was ridiculously off!
Just as everyone had searched most of the battlefield to no avail and the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, two eerie figures slowly emerged from the shadows of a dark, dilapidated wall in the neighborhood.
Eddie crawled out of the rubble, covered in dust, surrounded by a black, viscous, writhing liquid Symbiote.
The grotesque, twisted black tentacles spread wildly, a grotesque giant face loomed in and out of view, sharp fangs were exposed, gleaming with a cold light, a pair of pale vertical pupils revealed an arrogant and eerie ferocity, and the whole body exuded a strange aura of evil and unruly wildness.
It was Eddie who found the scepter and Venom.
In the center of his palm lay the slender, exquisite Loki's Scepter, inlaid with a dazzling blue Mind Stone.
The sudden appearance of this strange figure instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.
All the Avengers present tensed up instantly, instinctively adopting fighting stances, their expressions extremely vigilant.
Tony instinctively filled his palms with pulse cannon fire, Steve gripped his Vibranium Shield tightly, and Thor gathered lightning in his hands. The entire team was on high alert.
The strange, dark, writhing monster before them had an odd shape and a sinister aura, completely outside the scope of any Earth creature or alien species that anyone could recognize. It was by no means a benevolent being.
Especially Natasha, the Black Widow, a top agent who has been through countless battles and witnessed countless dangerous situations, and possesses top-notch psychological qualities, whose calm mask has remained unchanged for many years, was starting to crumble at this moment.
Looking at Venom's hideous, bizarre, and wildly twisted form, its viscous, black body and violent, ferocious appearance reminded him of that day at the Life Foundation.
Ah~
The past is too painful to recall; painful memories flood back.