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"Nebula M78, the Land of Light?"
Kang, the Conqueror's projection, looked as if he was thinking carefully for a few seconds.
"That's a messier object, located in Orion's reflection nebula, 1600 light-years away from earth ... but you don't look like an alien."
"Although your body seems to have an invisible barrier preventing me from scanning with a machine."
"But judging from your appearance and biological signs, you are obviously a human being through and through."
Based on Luke's answer, Kang made a serious analysis and got the result.
Even in the future, he had never heard of the Land of Light.
He only knew of the Skulls, the Kree, and Shi'ar ... These are the famous civilized races in the universe.
"My home is called the Land of Light, which was destroyed by a terrible monster called 'Belial'. My parents had no choice but to put me on a spaceship ..."
"The spaceship lost its direction and landed on the planet of Saiyan, a famous fighting nation in the universe. I grew up there, received basic education for some time, and then came to earth ..."
Luke opened his mouth and made up a whole set of nonsense.
It contained too many elements, which made Kang somewhat doubt.
After all, he didn't know enough about the origin of Superman.
To be precise, it was close to knowing nothing.
"Cosmic fighting nation, Saiyan people, Land of Light ..."
Kang noted these keywords.
He was going to search the database later to see if he could get something.
"By the way, Kang, are you going to stand still like this, or are you waiting for the National Guard to come and kill me?"
Luke walked out of the oval office and into the corridor outside the door.
After the huge uproar earlier, the security agents and service personnel staying at the White House were all gone.
UsingHeat Vision, Superman swept the building from top to bottom. As if it were a red-hot knife dividing the whole building into two halves like a cake!
The newly renovated White House was instantly reduced to ruins, and no one dared to stay.
Boom!
Luke heard explosions from time to time.
It was probably the blazing heat that set some flammable items on fire.
The fierce fire, like a moving wave, spread rapidly and lapped up everything around it.
Under the dark night, separated by a distance.
People who could see the White House, which symbolized the center of power, had thick smoke rising.
In the eyes of those who didn't know, they were afraid that this might be a terrorist attack, or maybe the burning of the White House in 1814 was repeated. During the War of Independence, Washington DC was broken into by the British Expeditionary Force, and it was successfully occupied and burned.
"I want to talk to you, Superman."
Kang showed sincerity, and his illusory projection followed Luke closely.
"I'm sure you've heard of some of my deeds, but the facts are conveyed by three or four people, and their contents would change."
"What the Ancient One told you may not be the real truth."
"We don't have to be enemies. I may not be unable to meet the conditions that the Sorcerer Supreme could offer."
Luke raised his eyebrows and sarcastically said, "Let me guess, what you're going to do next is to put a seemingly reasonable but actually illogical excuse on your behavior, right? For example, what provokes wars on different timelines was actually to carry out a huge sociological research project or something?"
"Although you pursue hegemony and dictatorship and turn the whole world into a mess because of your own selfish desires, you're still a good man who loves democracy and freedom -- Kang, is there a guy named Donald among your ancestors? Otherwise, where did your skills come from?"
Kang's generous speech, which he had prepared long before, was stuck in his throat because of Luke's series of rhetorical questions, and he couldn't spit it out.
With this speech, he deceived many people, and those superheroes were always easily moved by 'a bright future' and 'fellow justice seekers'.
It was just a grandiose rhetoric, a righteous excuse, but it was useless to use in front of Superman.
The other party wasn't at all like a beacon of light among the people, the embodiment of justice, but had a villain temperament similar to his own.
"Sir Conqueror, do you know what the only thing I have learned in my short life among humans?"
Luke suddenly stopped, his mouth tilted, and he spoke softly, "The more you play tricks, the more you will find that an individual's ability has limits."
"Those who want to hide behind the scenes and manipulate everything will eventually face the end, being overturned and pulled up to the stage -- got you!"
Superman's eyes condensed slightly, catching an unusual hidden figure.
He jerked to the right and knocked down the fragile wall.
The palm stretched out and clenched into a fist.
Boom!
The powerful force that could push an aircraft carrier was condensed in his fist.
Then, a huge wave that could turn a mountain and call a tsunami poured out.
The entire room was turned into ruins in an instant as if it had experienced the violent destruction of a category five typhoon.
Sofas, tables, and chairs were directly torn apart and crushed by the strong airflow.
The walls supported by reinforced concrete were like thin cardboard.
All of them were turned into dust under Superman's fist.
"Fuck!"
Mister Sinister, who was hiding inside, only had time to curse. His whole person flew out like a baseball that had been hit hard, at an extremely fast speed.
He originally wanted to use Kang's invisible tech to stab Superman in the back by surprise.
He didn't expect that his opponent's senses would be so sharp.
Kang gave him the 'invisibility cloak', which could distort light, hide biological signs, and deceive human perception without any problem.
How did he find out?!
With such doubts, Mister Sinister flew up in a curve and smashed into the lawn outside the White House.
"You're too nervous, so your heart beats faster. You can't hide it from my ears."
Luke said lightly.
Then, he exerted force under his feet and stomped hard.
The upright body tore through the air and caught up with Mister Sinister, who had fallen to the ground.
He slammed down a punch without hesitation.
Bang!
The harsh sound waves dispelled the air current.
The energy shield on Mister Sinister lasted only a few seconds before it was completely blown away.
"Is this guy still human?!"
Mister Sinister, who was completely defeated in one round, was deeply shaken.
He had never confronted Superman head-on, only knowing that the other party was very strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong!
'Kang asked me to stall Superman. That's an impossible task!'
Mister Sinister, aware of the danger, quickly used his mind power, trying to push Superman away and draw out some distance.
But he felt like a child hitting an iron wall. He tried and tried, but his originally unstoppable mind couldn't even cause a dent in the other party.
"I heard that you have many abilities? Apocalypse had given you the gift of being immortal, regenerating and healing, as well as the powerful mind control ability and moving objects through space."
Luke whispered when he saw the shocked look on Mister Sinister.
He already had the terrifying physical presence of the Allfather, and he could easily break free from the interference of that psychic power.
Alpha-level mutants posed no threat to him.
Luke clenched his fist and was about to swing it again, but he felt disoriented.
"Mind manipulation?"
He sneered away from the influence.
The Superdemon's card itself had strong resistance and was immune to spiritual prying and control.
"Ahhh!"
Mister Sinister screamed, a trace of blood flowed from his eyes.
He tried to control Superman's movements but was countered by his opponent.
His spiritual power that tried to manipulate the mind was like a surging wave hitting a hard rock.
"This is Superman's strength? No wonder the President said that the Lieutenant General is a walking nuclear weapon."
Jonathan, who stayed outside the White House, witnessed the brief battle with his own eyes.
He first saw the violent explosion in the East Hall, followed by a figure slamming heavily into the ground, plowing a deep ditch.
Before the weird man with diamond-shaped gems inlaid on his forehead got up, Superman, who rushed out of the White House, punched him back into the pit.
The White House lawn was splattered with debris as if from an earthquake.
Jonathan's body shook, and he quickly stepped back.
Ordinary people like him couldn't even get close to the battlefield.
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"How did that happen?"
Mister Sinister looked at Superman's tall figure, and a touch of fear appeared in his eyes.
He finally experienced Namor and Sebastian Shaw's pain.
The feeling of oppression came from Superman.
Like a mountain collapsing and a flood breaking the dam.
For no reason, it made the other party extremely frightening and difficult to face.
Just his violent aura had almost broken Mister Sinister's mental defenses.
'Too frightening. '
Mister Sinister thought so.
He only had this kind of feeling when facing Apocalypse.
The mutant god who almost had no weakness and never failed!
With an aura similar to Superman's, people were intimidated and fell to their knees in submission!
"Your mental abilities seem to be inadequate."
Luke stared at Mister Sinister, who had suffered a backlash and had blood dripping from his eyes.
If he wanted to interfere with himself mentally, he must be at least at Professor Charles's level.
Although the latter was only an Alpha mutant, his mental ability was far stronger than that of the White Queen at the same level -- this was probably equivalent to Luke being an Allfather level and Odin being an Allfather. If they fought, the former's winning rate was not that high.
There was still a gap between people of the same level.
If the bald professor used the Cerebro, he could fully exert his power, equivalent to an Omega level mutant.
When measured against a normal Alpha level, they were sure to suffer a big loss.
"How can a man possess such a terrifying physical body and such a terrifying mind? How can a human being reach this level?"
Mister Sinister, whose body was in severe pain, like being run over by a roaring train, was full of doubts.
Superman was like an unshakable celestial body in his mind's eye, emitting a blinding light that people couldn't directly look at.
The ability of his own mind simply couldn't go deeper.
'I can't just sit around and wait to die!'
Mister Sinister took a punch from Superman. His solid body, comparable to that of a super soldier, seemed to fall apart.
His eyes were rounded, and the diamond-shaped gem on his forehead glowed with a sinister red light.
In an instant, it condensed into an extremely powerful and terrifying ray of penetrating light.
"Ah."
Luke's expressionless face tilted, avoiding a fatal blow.
At the same time.
He lifted his foot and stepped on it!
Boom!
Jonathan, who had been hiding far enough, felt as if a bomber had plowed over the ground.
Strong air currents, like hurricanes, swept through.
Lifting the dirt and dust up.
The lawn in front of the White House seemed to have undergone a round of howitzer artillery fire.
The ravines were so deep that they looked shocking.
There were potholes everywhere.
"You're a fast runner, spatial transfer technology?"
Luke's stomp didn't kill Mister Sinister on the spot.
At the last minute, there was a faint fluctuation in space, which moved the guy away.
"To be honest, I don't have much patience to play a boring game of cat and mouse with you."
There was a sharp glint in Luke's eyes. He went to Jonathan's side and whispered, "Please step back. By the way, tell the people on the Budget Committee that they have to build another official residence for the President."
Jonathan, who was in charge of security, was slightly stunned. He didn't understand what Superman meant.
Only to the other party's feet leaving the ground, slowly rising.
The dark red cloak waved in the air.
Just like a fluttering flag!
'A God on Earth!'
Jonathan's mind, these words suddenly flashed.
That was the newspapers' new title given to Superman when he showed up on Liberty Island to preside over the negotiations with the Atlanteans.
At this moment, Superman, with his hands open and free from gravity, was like a god who had descended to earth!
Lofty, indifferent, and powerful!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Luke, who had risen to mid-air, raised his hand and shook it.
The air seemed to ignite like explosives, bursting out with a loud and frightening sound.
After he upgraded to LV2, he opened up his bio-force field for the first time.
The entire White House, including the lawn outside, and the streets nearby, were all shrouded in it.
Suddenly, an invisible pressure covered everything!
"I'll see where you can hide!"
Luke clenched his fists, and his eyes looked cold.
His tall and upright body had bulging muscles.
Like a hill, it outlined unparalleled lines of power.
"Fuck!"
Standing underneath, Jonathan, who looked up and watched, broke into curses.
Then, he turned around and ran!
He finally knew why Superman wanted him to stay away.
The scope of this battle was too wide!
After a violent demolition of the white building, only half of the building remained standing, and the rest were reduced to rubble.
Thick smoke rose, and the fluttering flames spread wantonly.
When Luke's bio-force field fully covered them, the raging flames were smothered.
As if the air had been drained, it turned into a vacuum environment, and everything quickly went out.
Then, above the earth.
There seemed to be a gravitational disorder, everything losing equilibrium.
Large pieces of ruined walls, broken bricks and tiles, slowly floated up.
Rumble! Rumble!
A moment later, half of the White House that was still standing...
Just like being pulled up by an invisible hand, it rose up a little bit.
The surrounding bushes, trees, fountains, stone bricks... everything was pulled up.
Superman, standing up in the night sky, like an open black hole, attracted everything.
The field agents and security guards who were running in all directions were breathing heavily.
They looked up at this incredible scene. Their hearts were full of shock.
"Is this... is this still human?"
A guard stammered.
Everyone had heard of Superman's legendary story.
Everyone knew that Superman was powerful.
In the gossip that circulated, overturning tanks, shooting down bombers, pushing aircraft carriers... As long as it was news about Superman, it could occupy the headlines of every newspaper, every time.
It was one thing to hear and know about it.
But seeing it with their own eyes was another matter.
The tall figure above the night sky perfectly illustrated what it meant to be powerful.
Jonathan gasped, his eyes full of admiration for Superman.
This was the only feeling that the weak have for the strong.
"Now, where else can you hide? "
Luke looked down at the devastated landscape with indifferent eyes.
It was impossible for Kang to leave this area. If he wanted to conduct a super long-distance air strike, there was no need to leave Mister Sinister to stall time.
Because, no matter what kind of precision strike it was, it was useless against a human being moving at the same speed as a supersonic aircraft.
No matter how powerful it was, it had to be able to hit him first.
Besides, what kind of future weapon did Kang have in his hand that could pose a threat to Superman?
He couldn't have borrowed any 'drops of water' or planetary weapons.
So, he must have other plans.
"Just the three of you? I thought there would be a little more."
After the White House building was completely cleared and demolished, Kang could no longer hide.
Mister Sinister, who managed to save his life, the Black Queen, who appeared in front of him, and Kang the Conqueror, who hid behind him, were completely exposed under Luke's sight.
"There are only a few people in the Anti-Superman alliance. This is embarrassing me."
Luke said coldly.
His eyes condensed slightly, and a red beam lashed out.
"Selene, hurry up! If you keep dragging this out, we're all going to die here!"
Mister Sinister, who had seen Superman's strength, was anxious, and while urging the Black Queen, he manipulated the diamond-shaped gem on his forehead.
The mysterious red glow turned into a ray of death.
However, as soon as it hit Superman's crimson beam...
Like a cluster of faint flames, it was directly engulfed by a raging fire.
"How did that happen!?"
Mister Sinister's face twisted.
The diamond-shaped gem on his forehead was of extraordinary origin, capable of drawing biological energy and emitting death rays.
This was originally a secret weapon to fight against Apocalypse, and he was only willing to use it at a critical moment -- each shot consumed Mister Sinister's life force.
As a result, he fought back with his life but couldn't even stop Superman.
This cruel fact greatly frustrated Mister Sinister.
"Hmph! You think it's easy to summon a dimensional demon?"
Holding a book, the Black Queen spoke out of breath.
Her hair was like a waterfall, with long black hair falling to her waist and hips.
It lost its luster in an instant, like a clump of dead grass.
At the same time, a long and narrow crack appeared in the space shrouded by the bio-force field.
Dark energy surged out and invaded every inch of the territory outside.
"Chthon, God of Chaos?"
Luke raised his eyebrows slightly.
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As early as billions of years ago, natural life gave birth to a group of ancient gods.
Chthon was one of them.
At that time, the earth was still in a primitive age.
There were no rules, and intelligent civilizations weren't born yet.
Those mighty ancient gods followed their instincts for survival.
They started killing each other and devouring each other.
In the eyes of future generations, it was undoubtedly a bloody and brutal dark age.
To end this situation, Gaia, the Mother of the Earth, combined with the God of Life, gave birth to Atum, the God Eater.
As the offspring of two ancient gods, Atum was born at the level of an Allfather.
Relying on his incredible devouring ability, he treated the demonized ancient gods as snacks after a meal and ate them alive.
Sensing that something was wrong, Chthon, the God of Chaos, quickly joined hands with Set, the Serpent, and wanted to fight against Atum, the God Eater, but he was no match.
After a few rounds of confrontation, Chthon saw that the situation wasn't good and decided to betray the leading Serpent god, Set.
He quickly left earth and went into exile in another dimension.
And the unfortunate serpent Set was lucky enough to survive. However, he was also greatly wounded and went to a broader and more diversified dimension by himself.
This was why the ancient gods gradually disappeared and left no traces.
They were either eaten by Atum, the God Eater.
Or choose to run away and disappear.
Chthon, who became a dimensional demon, still missed his hometown and wanted to return to earth to make waves.
It's just that at that time, the Sorcerer Supreme Agamotto was born, and there were two ancient gods behind him.
Chthon, who didn't want to suffer another mess, wrote a book, the 'Darkhold', and by collecting, harvesting the souls of the fallen, he tried to extend his tentacles into the material world.
Like the Hell Lord, Mephisto, from the dark dimension, latecomers borrowed Chthon's power.
The Demon of the Darkhold was quite generous, and he liked to 'bless' others most. The rewards he asked for weren't so strict.
For example, Varnae, the great sorcerer of Atlantis, summoned Chthon in the hopes of getting an immortal life.
The latter readily agreed and immediately turned Varnae into a cold-blooded creature, the 'vampire', that had now multiplied into a huge race.
The price was that the great sorcerer would always suffer the curse of 'blood thirst'. He had the strong impulse to drink the blood of any creature.
The Scarlet Witch, who would become the host of the Chaos Magic in the future. She was also the chosen spokesperson for Chthon.
To sum up, Chthon was a powerful dimensional demon who liked to hide behind the scenes and do things secretly.
He always responded actively to the caster's call, giving strength and taking away their souls.
"Success!"
The Black Queen panted with a hint of joy on her face.
She was a well-known master of dark magic and had signed contracts with Dormammu in the dark dimension and Chthon of the underworld.
Because she could absorb fresh vitality, she always had souls to offer.
Therefore, the Black Queen could always pass on the cost of casting spells, thus keeping herself unaffected.
Compared with other witches, her combat effectiveness was higher than that of others.
"Are you sure Chthon's projection can handle Superman?"
Mister Sinister looked up and looked at the night sky.
The previous fight with Luke left a deep psychological shadow on him.
Just one punch and one kick completely knocked down Mister Sinister's self-confidence.
If Kang didn't use his space-phasing technology to transfer him to a safe place in time.
And had that foot stepped down on him, it was enough to trample him into a bloody pulp.
"Who do you think Chthon is? He is the great God who manipulates chaos and the ultimate source of dark magic."
The Black Queen, who gave one-fifth of her life force, said in a respectful tone.
With the arrival of Chthon, the cage created by the bio-force field cracked a bit.
'The aura of Chaos Magic. '
Luke's eyebrows slightly wrinkled as he felt strange energy that distorted reality and tampered with matter.
As the narrow and long crack gradually expanded, the surrounding space resembled a broken mirror, reflecting magnificent colors.
Those brick walls and rubble floating in the air were inexplicably distorted into strange organisms with breath.
They were like locusts, densely packed, dark clouds covering the sky and the sun.
Buzz! Buzz!
Manic sounds stimulated the eardrum, and sudden swarms of insects hovered around, engulfing Superman.
"Ah."
Luke sneered. The bio-force field opened up again, forming a translucent shield.
His figure flickered as if ejecting from a supersonic aircraft, directly crashing into the dark swarm.
In an instant!
The air current was soaring!
Creating an amazing explosion!
The violent air wave, like a sharp knife, cut apart the insects that came rushing in.
A large number of residual limbs fell like rain, turning into a pile of rubble.
'This isn't enough to stop me.'
Luke's eyes condensed slightly, and a crimson light appeared.
Two high-temperature beams that could evaporate flesh and blood, like a sword in the hands of a God, appear in the dark night sky.
With each swing, it swept across a wide range.
"Chthon..."
Seeing that the rift was still expanding, Luke's eyes turned cold.
The muscles in his whole body twisted as it expanded like a twisted steel wire.
His palms clenched, and he threw a punch.
Rumble!
The air was directly blown up.
The terrifying current from the punch crushed the insect swarm into minced meat.
Like a rampaging dragon, the accumulated dark clouds were impacted and dissipated.
Half of the dark night sky of Washington, as if tearing off a layer of gauze, became much brighter.
Then, the remaining force of that punch continued unabated. It blasted directly into the crack.
"Who is it!? That surprised ... me!"
Crack! Crack!
After a while, the space looked like a fragile mirror.
Thick cracks expanded into black cobwebs.
"Such a young ... Allfather is rare."
The voice containing the strange aura suddenly came out from the crack.
Boom!
The voice fell.
The vast night sky seemed to be torn off, and a huge face made of pitch-black demon flame came out.
"I can smell the aura of the Sorcerer Supreme on your body. Are you a believer of the Vishanti?"
The magic flames rolled, brightening up the night sky.
"Not yet."
Luke answered frankly.
The heavy pressure emanating from Chthon was like a waterfall running wildly, impacting his spirit.
With Superdemon's spiritual immunity and the dimension demon's terrible aura, Luke didn't feel any severe negative impact.
"It's terrible! My spirit is going to melt..."
Standing below, the Black Queen was shivering, her eyes showing a vacant look.
She had just summoned Chthon's projection, but she didn't expect that Luke would shock the real body with a punch, attracting the massive dark shadow hiding in the other dimension.
This wasn't good news.
As the spellcaster, the Black Queen couldn't afford to summon a dimensional demon.
Simply put, Selene's body was about to be hollowed out!
"My power is draining so fast!"
The abundance of magic power disappeared quickly like a flood cracked the dam.
The charming face of Black Queen instantly turned pale.
Like a hay meeting flame, the long black hair was suddenly burned by the pitch-black magic flame.
"I lost half of my vitality!"
The Black Queen was angry. She spat out a mouthful of blood, and her head felt dizzy.
"In the contract spell, it clearly says 'Summoning Projection', why did you get the real body?"
While the Black Queen felt puzzled, Luke, standing in the night sky, said, "Chthon, I've Come to Bargain."
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"Bargain?"
The huge face formed by the pitch-black demon flame fluctuated, seemingly letting out a scornful laugh.
"Human, although you have been promoted to the Allfather level, at this level, being young often means being weak, lacking experience and background."
Chthon unscrupulously absorbed the magic power from the Black Queen. With this power, he broke through the rules of the material world and extended his stay.
That Sorcerer Supreme, the annoying fellow, used three major time and space nodes to form a solid defensive line.
Every dimensional demon who wanted to break the limit and come to the dimension of the material world would be suppressed by the rules of this planet.
World-shattering, planet-breaking power couldn't be used at all.
The stronger the dimension demon, the greater the pressure.
This was why Cytorrak, Dormammu, and Chthon rarely showed up on Earth.
Who was willing to walk around while carrying a planet on their backs? It was stressful.
"Really? As a dimensional demon who has lived for billions of years, you don't seem like you can even beat the Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto, who's only thousands of years old."
The corners of Luke's mouth cocked, turning on his taunting mode.
The strongest in the Marvel world wouldn't think that the longer one lives, the stronger one is.
Even the dimensional demons, the five cosmic entities, and the Living Tribunal often didn't lose to an existence older than themselves but lost to persistent people.
For example, Dormammu in the dark dimension.
Doctor Strange, who had just learned magic and hadn't graduated, almost became a ruthless salesman, knocking at his door repetitively.
Another example was Thanos, in a certain timeline.
To strengthen the power of a higher dimension, punching the five great cosmic entities, and to kick the Living Tribunal, even the custodian of the universe felt helpless.
Therefore, this was a world that was more vicious than anywhere else.
Fortunately, Luke considered his plug-ins to be far superior to those of others.
"Ah, human, offending the dignity of a dimension demon god isn't a wise choice."
Chthon sneered.
The dark magic flame swept out in a raging frenzy.
Luke didn't change his expression. He had studied in Kamar Taj for some time.
He wasn't afraid of Chthon's dark magic.
He only closed his hands together. Complex formation flickered out.
The lines gleaming with magical sparks intertwined, embedded like gears, forming a complete structure.
In just one breath, the defensive spell 'Shield of the Seraphim' was condensed.
Boom!
The terrible magic flame that could burn flesh was firmly blocked!
"It's unwise to offend a dimensional demon, but we aren't in your chaotic dimension right now."
Luke didn't lose face at all, relying on the Shield of the Seraphim to block the attack. His body was like a hard reef standing in the heart of the river, not the least bit shaken.
Chthon was the most powerful god of dark magic in history. Almost every fallen master on the earth would learn the powerful spells passed down from the Darkhold.
But unfortunately, all of his black magic had their counter-measures recorded in Kamar Taj's Book of the Vishanti.
Moreover, Luke himself happened to be a quick learner, writing down everything from the Book of the Vishanti and reciting it like a magical genius.
"Sure enough, you are a believer of the Vishanti! What a disgusting fellow!"
Chthon's huge face was trying hard to break in from the crack in space.
Countless dark magic flames turned into dense tentacles, overwhelmingly trying to grab Luke!
Images of Ikonn!
Luke recited the spell quickly, and with a few slurred syllables, his whole body was like the Thousand Hands Guanyin, with countless arms in different postures.
'Just like the shadow clone jutsu!'
His mouth picked up, showing a slight curve.
When the night sky was covered with demonic flame tentacles, countless Supermen suddenly appeared.
They weren't clones that could break apart from touch but entities that could cast spells and bear injuries.
Zi zi! Zi zi zi!
Many Supermen surrounded Chthon's head and launched Heat Vision in unison.
The terrible heat was like a burning hot knife.
Cutting off all the demonic flame tentacles that came from the crack, destroying them into ashes.
"Human, you don't seem to have signed a contract and can't borrow the power of dimension?"
Chthon didn't care about the shredded tentacles and noticed something more important; he was more interested in Luke himself.
These days, finding a spell caster without a contract, and one with a very high level of talent, was like finding gold in the gravel.
"Huh?"
Luke, who thought there was going to be a big battle, couldn't help but pause.
'Could it be that you have a crush on me?'
When he remembered the stars projected during his meditation, they each represent a different dimensional demon.
Among them, Chthon, the underworld demon, was there.
"Since you are not a believer of Vishanti, you haven't been blinded by the crimson light of Cytorrak, and you aren't Set's slave ... Then would you like to consider being my protégée?"
Chthon's majestic voice abruptly slowed down and became quite calm.
"You want to give me Chaos Magic?"
Luke's eyes showed a hint of surprise.
'What's this twist?'
People would ask someone to join if they couldn't fight. But they haven't fought yet. How could he already start to recruit him?
"I didn't even choose the Vishanti, Cyttorak, or Set. Why would I want to be your protégée?"
Luke restrained his distracting thoughts and assumed a calm attitude as an equal.
Anyway, Chthon couldn't break through the restriction, so provoking him with a few words wasn't a problem.
If he wanted to come to the material world, he had to break the three major time and space nodes and disintegrate that solid line of defense.
What Dormammu couldn't do, Chthon, nicknamed 'Who Has Slept Since Before Man Crawled From the Sea', couldn't do it either.
"Those fallen wizards who have obtained the Darkhold, which one of them isn't a powerful legend!?"
Chthon's demonic flame face, with slight ripples, seemed to look proud.
"But the Darkhold is just a part of my research on magic. I have something better ... As long as you become a protégée of the Chaos Dimension, you could get the powerful force that could distort reality and tamper with time and space!"
Although Chthon's words were tempting, it seemed that as long as he became his little follower, he could immediately reach the pinnacle of life.
But Luke's heart had no fluctuation, and he didn't even want to laugh.
The Marvel Universe had three extremely powerful ancient powers. Anyone who obtained them could instantly gain the hope of becoming an Allfather and being a single entity in the multiverse.
For example, the 'Phoenix Force' of the mutant Jean Grey.
Representing life and emotion, the embodiment of primitive cosmic energy.
If it could be absorbed completely, it could control time and space almost infinitely and change matter.
There was also the 'Chaos Magic' that Chthon mentioned.
The characteristics were destruction and creation, which could easily rewrite reality and distort thought.
Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, was its host.
The most striking performance was when 90% of the mutant abilities in the world had been erased in one sentence.
Finally, there was another one called the 'Goblin Force'.
Similar to Galactus, the host would have a hunger that could never be satisfied, thus devouring all matter.
These three plug-ins, all of which could easily bring up the strongest people to the Allfather level.
But there was no free lunch in the world.
Everything had a price.
Phoenix Force would make people feel strong, but they would face the risk of turning evil if their hearts had a little darkness.
Chaos Magic could rewrite reality and also affect the host, leading to mental problems.
As for the Goblin Force, it seemed like no one would want to experience the cruel feeling of being hungry forever.
"This is indeed a very exciting proposal."
Luke narrowed his eyes, paused, and whispered, "However, I refuse."
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"Human beings, you're unappreciative."
Chthon flew into a rage. This was the first time he was rejected like this.
In the long and endless years, ignorant human beings who yearned for strength and power bowed and worshipped him.
The words 'Great', 'Omnipotent' and 'Eternal', which symbolize power, always accompanied his name.
Every fallen master was chasing the Book of Chthon, the God of Chaos. Occasionally, he let some little scraps fall from his fingers, and those people saved it carefully as if they had found precious treasures.
Those ridiculous people were even willing to kill each other in order to compete for 'magical knowledge', exposing the darkest and cold side of human nature.
This was a good way for Chthon to pass the time on boring days.
A good enough 'show' could often give him a lingering aftertaste.
But now, this very young human in Chthon eyes, who had already started counting the years by millennia and thousands of years; this excessively young, Allfather-level, 20 something-year-old human that can only be regarded as a blink of an eye at best.
Turned him down!
This raised Chthon's monstrous anger with a trace of doubt.
Did the other party not know what Chaos Magic was?
It wasn't a popular product like black magic, but an ancient power coveted by dimensional demons!
"Human, you have to think clearly."
The dark face, made of magical flames, stared straight at Luke as if to see through his heart.
"Being the spokesperson of chaos, you can gain even greater power."
"No longer limited to Allfather, but to climb to a higher level!"
"I can see that you are a man who pursues strength and thirsts for power."
"So, are you sure you want to refuse this gift?"
Luke was still expressionless and unmoved.
Dimension demons were never philanthropists. They were more like hunters or fishermen.
Setting traps and catching prey.
Or cast a big net and catch delicious souls.
Chthon used the Book of Darkhold to cheat fools blinded by power.
Those fallen masters who flourished for a while, after decades of becoming legends, their souls would basically become corrupted and fall into chaos.
As an old rival, Set, the snake god, especially casted down his Serpent Crown.
As long as someone puts it on, they would be able to comprehend boundless wisdom and have unlimited power.
The price was to become a tool of the Serpent God, Set, and work for the other party obediently.
Once things went wrong, they would become petrified statues.
Even the most free-spirited and spontaneous Cyttorak.
If someone used his Crimson Gem, they would also face the risk of being brainwashed and put on a halo of diminishing wisdom.
Until the end, they would experience an unnatural death.
"Everything has its price."
Luke was well aware of these dimensional demons' true nature.
They gave their strength, not because they want to accumulate virtues and do good deeds, but recruit people and gather pawns.
Then, from many pawns, choose a front-line fighter to invade the main universe.
Kaecilius, the future disciple of the Ancient One, was deceived and became Dormammu's leading pawn.
Later, the invasion from the Dark Dimension failed, and the hapless Kaecilius was eaten and wiped clean, leaving nothing from body to soul.
"You only mentioned what I could get but never said anything about what I would have to pay."
Luke lifted his hand and pulled out a parchment contract. The words on it glowed red, seemingly containing peculiar power.
"In the human world, this kind of behavior is usually the beginning of a scam."
"Is there anything good in the multi-dimensional world that could be achieved without any effort?"
Chthon suddenly fell silent.
He generally proceeded to the last stage, when the power was to be given.
Most people were ecstatic, and few people would be cautious.
But in the end, they all surrendered to him.
'A mere Allfather-level can resist my spiritual influence?'
Chthon thought it was weird.
"See you next time, Chthon."
Luke waved his hand and said goodbye.
"At that time, maybe I could introduce to you a suitable protégé."
That parchment contract was instantly burned to ashes with Heat Vision.
The words imprinted on twisted like living creatures.
As if the attached force was excited, a crimson beam of light shot out.
"Cyttorak the Destroyer!"
Chthon was furious when he saw this scene.
The violent and messy mental impact blasted into Luke's consciousness.
The latter wasn't afraid, silently chanting long spells.
That was a temporary contract.
It could summon Cyttorak.
As one of the dimension demons, he was the most free-spirited and the most eccentric.
Cyttorak's method of invading the main universe was very simple- to randomly drop a 'Crimson Gem' in every timeline and every world.
He had always been too lazy to engage in intrigue, and the trading terms were always very direct:
Use my strength, and assume my shape.
The more they asked for from the Crimson Gem, the deeper they would be assimilated.
In the end, completely becoming a puppet of power.
Dedicating both hands to the Lord of Oblivion of the universe in which they live.
It sounded terrible, but because Cyttorak was a free spirit, he almost never came to collect debts.
Therefore, as long as people didn't touch his gem, there was almost no problem.
For example, the master of Kamar Taj was very fond of borrowing the power of this big man.
For example, 'The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak' was a common spell used by high-ranking masters.
"You would rather rely on the boring guy Cyttorak than be the mouthpiece of Chaos Magic?"
Chthon saw Luke take out the parchment contract and somehow had the feeling of being cuckold.
In terms of power, he didn't lose to the Lord of Oblivion.
On the degree of gift, he would gift package Chaos Magic when they needed it.
Other people would be grateful and willing to give their lives and souls.
But for some reason, Luke chose Cyttorak in the end!
Wasn't this bullying the honest people?
"Nonsense, with so many dimensional demons, only Cyttorak gives people a temporary contract and doesn't force the caster to pay."
Luke gave Chthon a contemptuous look. He had no idea what was going on in his mind.
Raising his hand, countless clones waved the scarlet chains and tied the head of the billowing demon flame into a dumpling.
Compared with the previous use of white magic and defensive spells, Luke fully utilized the advantages of the Superdemon card.
A steady stream of power was absorbed into the body.
Like the infinitely expanding sun, a terrible aura erupted.
"This is the power of the Crimson Universe?"
Luke only felt that his body was filled with copious power, and the crimson light was enveloping his entire body.
'Still want to assimilate the soul?'
The crimson light covered his whole body like running water. The only thing that wasn't contaminated was his head.
Superdemon was immune to mind control, so it rejected the aura entering his mind, which could turn people into fools.
"See you later, Chthon, the great god of the underworld."
Luke clenched his fingers and threw a fist.
The crimson light bursts out like a roaring wave.
The night sky in Washington, D.C., suddenly turned red.
The dense light invaded the clouds, the stars, and the moon.
Crack! Crack!
Space was like a fragile mirror, shattering and breaking.
He was abruptly struck with a terrible iron fist before Chthon could break free of the scarlet chains.
And still, the pure physical attack became magic penetration physical blows, and the damage was an instantly full bar!
"Human ..."
Chthon's head was blasted back to the Chaos Dimension without being able to say the classic villain line, 'I will come back!'.
The ever-expanding spatial rift closed in an instant.
"I'm glad I can do magic and have resistance. Otherwise, dealing with Chthon would be troublesome. "
Luke shook off the influence of the crimson light on his soul, and after sending Chthon away happily, he hit the ground with a 'thud'.
He didn't learn from Iron Man and did a classic superhero landing, which was too much for his knee.
"Is there anything else?"
Luke's eyes were slightly coagulated and ready to use a Heat Vision to get the three kills instantly.
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'How can I fight this?'
Off-court, the three people thought of the same thing at the same time.
Even Chthon, the summoned dimensional demon, was blasted back to the Chaos Dimension by Superman.
Seeing that scene, Mister Sinister and the Black Queen had completely lost their fighting spirit -- the latter was actually a little grateful to Luke.
If Chthon's head existed in the material world for a long time, she would probably be sucked dry.
"I'm innocent, Lieutenant General, Sir."
The Black Queen, whose legs were weak and could hardly stand, kept winking at Luke, trying to appear delicate and touching.
Her body also deliberately leaned forward, exposing the evening gown that was already considered low-cut, more thoroughly.
After Chthon's excessive demands, the Black Queen basically lost her fighting ability, and all her magic power was completely consumed.
Besides, even though she was in her heyday, she was still not enough to go against Superman with the blessing of Cyttorak.
Chthon, the most powerful god of dark magic, was defeated, but the Black Queen, who learned several spells from the Darkhold, could only resist several rounds.
"Ms. Selene, I can see countless wailing poor souls in you."
Luke was unmoved. There was no gender on the battlefield.
When he faced Sieglinde, the [Battleship-class] of the Axis Powers, he wasn't half-hearted.
"If you are willing to give up the dark and turn over a new leaf ..."
"Lieutenant General Sir! I am willing!"
The Black Queen answered straightforwardly.
She immediately distanced herself from Mister Sinister and Kang's projection.
In this critical moment, keeping one's own life was the most important thing.
"But, I don't really believe your defection, Ms. Selene."
Luke looked at the barely clothed Black Queen. Chthon's dark magic flame almost burned the evening dress clean off.
The amazing scenery, graceful curves, and snow-white mosaics were looming in the air.
"I can show sincerity to you."
The Black Queen straightened her chest. The round curves almost jumped out, giving people a sense of excitement.
"Forget it. I'll do it myself."
Luke slightly smiled and continued, "A beautiful woman like you would be crying for a long time if I punched you."
Superman's body flickered, and in a blink of an eye, he was behind the Black Queen.
He didn't kill her, but a hand chop landed on the opponent's neck.
"Oops, that didn't seem to work."
Originally, he just wanted to stun the Black Queen. As a result, he didn't seem to grasp the accuracy and almost broke the other's neck.
'I hope she's okay. '
Luke thought silently.
He saw the Black Queen's eyes turn white. Her neck dropped to one side, like a broken puppet, losing support.
The whole person fell to the ground limply. If there was no heartbeat, Luke almost thought that the other person had suddenly died on the spot.
"Mr. Essex, how are you going to choose?"
Luke moved his eyes, which landed on Mister Sinister.
The latter met Superman's eyes, and as soon as he met them, a sense of horror arose in his heart, as if a sharp sword had penetrated him.
"If I choose to leave at this time, would you let me, General?"
Mister Sinister asked hesitantly.
Although his heart was full of pride, he wanted to replace Apocalypse and become the god of the new generation of mutants.
But right now, it was more important to survive, temporarily bowing his head and look weak, for better development in the future.
"That certainly won't do. If you take the wrong side and make the wrong choice, you have to accept the punishment you deserve."
Luke shook his head, and his eyes were indifferent.
"Mr. Essex, I'm sure you also understand that one must be ruthless to the enemy. I have shown rare kindness, but you are stingy with your sincerity, which is unreasonable."
Mister Sinister was caught in a dilemma. On the one hand, he didn't want to bow too much and give up his dignity.
On the other hand, the cold reality was in front of him, and there were no bargaining chips in his hands.
Superman's strength was obvious to all. Although the Black Queen played an extraordinary role and summoned Chthon's true body, it still didn't help.
The other party was like an unfathomable ocean, making it impossible to explore the true power behind it.
"Then what do you want me to do, Lieutenant General?"
Thinking for a moment, Mister Sinister slowed down and asked in a low voice.
"I heard that Mr. Essex has done a lot of research on cloning technology and mutant genes. I happen to need a high-level scientific researcher ..."
The corners of Luke's mouth were raised. He was a very reasonable person. It was better for him not to raise his hand.
Mister Sinister's heart seemed to stir, but the tiny communicator in his ear transmitted Kang's voice.
Zi zi zi!
"Lieutenant General Sir, forgive me for not agreeing."
After a while, Mister Sinister answered.
He decided to trust Kang the Conqueror one last time -- the other party said he was sure to handle Superman.
The diamond-shaped gem on his forehead flashes at the same time, emitting a death ray.
"Well, that's not a very wise decision."
Such an obvious provocation was naturally intolerable for Luke.
He stomped his foot and shot out.
Mister Sinister's head was under his palm, seemingly crushing the man's brain.
A violent aura rushed toward his face. The latter only had time to retreat two steps before Superman was already in front of him.
The turbulent air current hit his face.
Like a knife, it gave Mister Sinister a painful blow.
He closed his eyes subconsciously as if death's sickle was about to swing down.
Buzz! Buzz!
A terrible shock wave instantly enveloped Luke's whole body.
The tough body that could withstand machine-gun's fire and a tank's main gun rippled violently.
His eardrum was going to explode as a buzzing whistle was emitted.
"Ultrasonic transmitter? Did Kang learn from Batman?"
Luke grinned, the bio-force field expanded. The heavy pressure directly destroyed the transmitter hidden nearby.
Kang the Conqueror came from the 31st century, and the future technology of that era indeed had its merits.
But this could only temporarily hinder his steps and didn't constitute a threat.
Luke took a step, which seemed to activate a switch, and the ground suddenly collapsed.
Zi zi zi!
As if a current was switched on.
An extremely powerful gravitational field instantly captured him and fixed him firmly in place.
Bang!
Superman's steel body felt like it was carrying a mountain.
Taking a difficult step, like an earthquake, it shook the surrounding blocks.
Hah! Hah!
Seeing Luke trapped, Mister Sinister quickly sent out two death rays.
"Aren't you underestimating me too much?"
Luke's forehead was full of veins; his hands were clenched into fists.
The terrifying atmosphere was like a volcanic eruption.
Rumble!
The viscous atmosphere turned into a frenzy, visible to the naked eye. The small gravitational field that was enough to pressure him with hundreds of thousands of tons of weight was instantly broken.
Boom!
Ignoring the two deadly rays, Luke rushed to Mister Sinister.
He made a fist with his right hand and suddenly swung out.
"It's not ..."
Before Mister Sinister's voice fell, and the diamond gem on his forehead exploded, forming a strong protective cover.
Crack!
The terrifying air current from his fist was like a hammer hitting an eggshell.
Breaking it without difficulty!
Flesh and blood turned into powder!
Mister Sinister, who had a strong life force, had half of his body torn apart and crushed.
"Like I said, Mr. Essex."
Luke glanced down at the hole in his chest, where the death ray had struck and was slowly healing.
"The more people scheme, the easier it is to have limits and forget what real power means."
Mister Sinister, who only had half of his body left, had intense fear in his eye.
His vocal cords were tugging, but he couldn't make any sound.
"Ultrasonic vibration, and gravitational field constraint, are all very good gadgets."
Luke raised his head. His sharp eyes swept around.
"How far can you hide, Kang? -- found you!"
When Luke uttered the last word, his figure resembled a charged cannonball, directly smashing the ground, breaking a safety door made of heavy alloy.
This was the temporary command center of the White House.
Dedicated to preparing for the outbreak of World War III and the launch of nuclear bombs.
Once the homeland was reduced to rubble, if the President and cabinet members couldn't be relocated in time, they would retreat to the underground temporary safe house, which had enough food reserves and daily necessities.
A guy with blue skin and a purple helmet appeared in front of Luke.
"Wait a minute. I have something to say..."
Kang the Conqueror, who replaced the President's face and restored his original appearance, saw Superman rushing in and spoke quickly.
His hands were behind his back as if preparing for some surprise.
"I don't want to hear it."
Luke didn't stop. Heat Vision swept right to the left, cutting Kang in half.
Because of the high temperature, no blood spurted out from the wound.
Snap!
Luke walked over.
And stomped the guy's lower body into the mud with one foot.
In his eyes, the future man of the 31st century was as fragile as the present man.
"Now, you can speak."
Luke looked down at Kang, who was only now feeling the pain and smiled.
"Superman! Give me a ..."
Boom!
Luke stepped on his head without waiting for Kang to finish.
With a frozen expression, the blue head burst like a watermelon, spewing out turbid liquid mixed with red and white.
"It's too old-fashioned. For mercy, you should be innovative. I didn't even have the desire to listen to you for a second."
Luke shrugged his shoulders. He didn't intend to give the other party time to say his last words.
Luke didn't have time to observe the transformed safe house until he was sure that Kang was dead.
All kinds of technology beyond this era were in the room.
For example, a spliced projection screen with live broadcasts from all over Washington.
There was also a picture of S.H.I.E.L.D's building.
Laser weapons, exoskeleton armor, various miniature transmitter buttons ...
If he gave Kang the Conqueror time to lay them all out calmly, it might really give him a little trouble.
"Is this a spaceship?"
Luke saw a semi-arc-shaped metal platform in the corner on the right, with a pyramid-like energy crystal at the top.
He walked up and saw the countdown at the bottom beating from [1] to [0].
At this moment, Kang's dead body, holding the button in his right hand, made a 'beep' sound.
"Shit!"
A blue light rippled out, and Luke, standing on the metal platform, seemed to be swallowed up and instantly disappeared.
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Earth-199999.
In 2018.
Looking at Nick Fury, who turned into ash in front of her, the female Commander Hill anxiously pulled out an old communicator.
As soon as she dialed and sent a call message, she was also turned into ash.
However, before Nick Fury completely lost consciousness, the one-eyed man saw a flash of blue light, and a tall man walked out of it.
"Motherfu..."
Nick Fury, who didn't know what happened, disappeared before finishing his classic line.
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"If Luke's guess, as you said, that Kang the Conqueror is pretending to be the President, then this guy on TV, is he real or fake?"
Howard asked solemnly at the Stark Mansion in Long Island, Manhattan.
His eyes were on the TV, and the President on screen was giving a speech in a painful tone.
The main content was about the official explanation of the White House attack.
After all, there was such a huge commotion.
Half the residents of Washington, D.C., could see it.
It was too difficult to hide.
The Pentagon didn't have the technology that could erase memories by clicking something.
"What do you think, from the tone and appearance, it's the President himself -- I don't know the truth."
Howard muttered and turned the TV off.
He briefly summarized the contents of the previous speeches.
All this was most likely a conspiracy by the Soviet Union, who wanted to assassinate the President and undermine the stability and prosperity of the country.
Thanks to Superman, who saw through the tricks and came to the rescue. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
For the United States to become great again, for freedom and democracy ...
When the President got excited, he couldn't help but act and play accordingly.
If Luke were here, there would be a strong desire to vomit.
Throwing the blame to the Red Bear was the basic operation of the Land of The Free, both now and in the future.
They were always good at setting up an imaginary enemy, an evil country, against themselves and the people.
Then all the mistakes and all the serious consequences were turned into bullets.
Right now, the Red Bear standing on the other side of the world played this role.
Therefore, when the White House exploded and burned into ruins.
The culprit had been found!
It was the Soviets!
A minor earthquake occurred in Washington, D.C., changing the color of the sky and the earth and causing many anomalies.
The Soviets also did that!
"It's hard for me to make a correct judgment about the President's identity."
Nick Fury shook his head, and his brow wrinkled tightly.
"However, judging from this overly bizarre statement, there's a high probability that he may be fake."
According to the Director's instructions, he came to look for Howard Stark, who was addicted to his work and couldn't extricate himself.
And tell the other party about the Blood Councils and Luke's analysis.
However, before Howard did anything, even worse news came.
The White House was in ruins, and Superman's whereabouts were unknown.
"The Director directly went to the White House, and before he left, he didn't leave any explanation, so I don't know what happened later."
Fury's eyes revealed a bit of worry.
He didn't know why the Director would investigate the White House Chief of Staff and his secret collusion with the Blood Council until now.
This wasn't only a politician -- doing something for an exchange of interests; there was a bigger conspiracy behind it.
It involved the identification of the President and the future direction of the world.
"According to Luke's character, if he directly went to the White House, it proves that he had completely confirmed his speculation and had enough evidence on hand. He was confident that he could solve what happened later."
Howard was wearing pajamas, barefoot on the carpet. If you added a tobacco pipe on him, he might pass off as a cameo for Sherlock Holmes.
"But why did he disappear?"
At this time, it has been 6 hours since a fire broke out in the White House and riots broke out in Washington, DC.
The sky was grey, and the faint light of the morning dawn rushed out of the horizon, spewing out the breath of life.
Howard stared out of the window, his brow furrowed.
That's what he couldn't figure out. The White House turned into ruins, and the riots in Washington, D.C., were definitely the aftermath of a battle between Superman and Kang the Conqueror.
If we look at the ending, it seemed that Superman had lost.
Because Luke's whereabouts were unknown.
Whether he was alive or dead, it was unknown.
"I've never seen Luke fail."
Howard found a cigarette and puffed out some smoke.
For him, nicotine helped him think.
"Even though Kang the Conqueror is a man from the future, from the 31st century, defeating Superman wouldn't be that easy. And also, giving Luke no chance to escape, and directly erasing him -- that's really unlikely."
Howard never doubted Superman's strength.
Luke Cavill was the young Lieutenant General and the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. His strength was based on winning again and again, rather than false propaganda and exaggerated rumors.
Those opponents who ended up miserable, such as Red Skull, Aryan Supermen of Berlin, Namor of Atlantis, Sebastian Shaw of the Hellfire Club ...
They were a warning to others; that when they were up against Superman and becoming his enemy, they wouldn't make it out alive.
"Mr. Stark, the worst-case scenario, the Director has likely encountered a bad situation -- his strength is enough to ignore 90% of danger, and it's difficult for us to find a strong enough enemy on this planet, who can defeat Superman."
"But Kang the Conqueror came from the 31st century. He has all kinds of high-tech weapons. He may not be able to erase Superman physically. But what if he replaces 'killing' with 'imprisonment' or 'exile'?"
Nick Fury made a wild guess.
"It's possible. Anyway, it's more reliable than the answer given by the President. As an evil plan of the Soviets."
Howard nodded his head and praised the young man.
"The President said that the disappearance of Superman was an evil plan of the Soviets."
Nick Fury remembered the speech that had no credibility on TV.
Howard evoked a sarcastic smile on his lips. He whispered, "Yes, the Soviets are afraid of Superman's strength, fearing that one day Luke would fall from the sky and appear in the Kremlin, then drag those people out and hang them in the Red Square ... To prevent the imbalance between the East and West camps and stop the expansion of the United States in dominating the world."
"So, the Soviets prepared this raid plan."
"On the surface, it was to assassinate the President, but the real goal was Superman."
Nick Fury's mouth twitched. He finally saw the shameless faces of those politicians.
It seemed that the Red Bear didn't know what happened. While people were growing corn in Siberia, the blame had firmly stuck to their heads.
"But what method did the Soviets use to get rid of Superman?"
Nick Fury thought that this excuse for blaming someone was very poor. It's Superman, the god of the new era.
In North America today, some people may not know who the President was, who the Governor was and who the Mayor was, but he believed that everyone knew Superman.
How could such a legendary existence simply disappear?
"I just called the Pentagon. They said that the Soviets had studied some kind of proton bomb and were going to destroy Washington, D.C., and New York."
"To save tens of millions of innocent people, Superman was going to send the bomb into outer space, sacrifice himself, and then ... he was gone."
"The more reliable speculation is that the explosion of the proton bomb opened the Einstein-Rosen Bridge, which led to Superman's disappearance. We can't see him if he survived, and we can't see a corpse if he died."
Howard shrugged his shoulders, saying that the President was really imaginative.
The man might write novels when he's retired.
"If the Soviets have proton bombs, why don't they directly use them as weapons? Send people to sneak them into the cities on the east coast, launch them at once, destroy the defense lines, and then send a fleet to attack? "
Nick Fury, in keeping with his professional habit of thinking seriously, asked in disbelief.
"You have to ask the Soviets about this. I can't figure it out. If they can study that thing and make it into weapons, is it really necessary to assassinate the President?"
As a scientist, Howard felt the lies fabricated by the President were ridiculous.
"It's completely possible to apply the relevant technology to rockets, launch space races, or use it as an ultra-small and ultra-light high-energy generator of various systems. In this way, if they press the launch button in the Kremlin, they could blow the North American continent into ruins."
Nick Fury didn't quite understand, but that didn't stop him from nodding.
"So, what should we do now?"
He looked at Howard, whose hair was in a mess, was clad in an oversized robe, and had a cigarette in his mouth.
Currently, there might be only two people who knew the President's identity.
It was necessary to come up with a practical plan to cope with the coming crisis.
"First of all, we pretend nothing happened, strive for stability, and continue to participate in S.H.I.E.L.D's work."
Howard rolled his eyes and began to think.
"Second, it's imperative to determine Luke's situation. If that guy is lucky enough, nothing should happen to him."
"If he's really imprisoned by Kang the Conqueror or fell into a trap and couldn't get out of trouble, I'll find a way to bring him back!"
Howard glanced at the young man and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"
"Nicholas Joseph Fury, a new agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, and Director Cavill's driver."
Nick Fury replied.
"Can I trust you, Fury?"
Howard asked again.
"As long as you're not asking me to betray national interests, I'll definitely obey orders, Mr. Stark."
Fury said seriously.
"That's good."
Howard beckoned and motioned for the other party to follow.
"Actually, I wanted to give Luke a surprise. Who knew he would meet with such an accident!"
Howard opened the basement workshop and entered a long string of passwords.
Kacha! Kacha!
The sound of a machine rang, gears turning, pulling some chains.
The heavy iron gate rose. It was so dark inside that it was impossible to see the exact scene.
Howard went in, followed by Nick Fury.
"This is my ... first-generation machine!"
He pressed the switch, and the light overhead struck, revealing a huge, thick steel armor.
An awkward-looking head, and stout limbs.
An unpainted silvery-white outer shell with a machine gun on the shoulder.
The core on the chest glowed with a dim light.
"With this, we can better deal with the hidden enemy."
Howard said confidently.
"I like the name Luke gave me, Iron Man."
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Earth-199999.
New York.
"This is the timeline where Thanos did the snap?"
A blue light flashed, and Luke walked out of it without any problems.
There were no lightning, thunder, and clouds, like the Terminator.
Then, like a pervert, exposing his muscular body.
"This is ... Nick Fury's body?"
Luke lifted up his hand and grabbed a handful of floating dust. Just as the one-eye Director saw his arrival, he also witnessed the other party's disappearance.
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"So, I can't go back now?"
It took about a few seconds for Luke to organize his thoughts and figure out the situation.
He didn't know whether Kang had prepared a time and space trap in advance or wanted to run ahead of time. As a result, he used it himself.
Anyway, Luke came to this strange and familiar 'future world' through the time and space transmission device.
A world that wasn't influenced by Superman and developed according to the original track!
"This is probably the timeline of the movie universe, and Thanos has finished snapping his fingers."
Luke stood in the street, watching a helicopter falling from the air and crashing into a tall building.
With a bang, a fire broke out.
The shocking movement, like a terrorist attack, didn't cause the slightest panic.
Many cars suddenly got out of control, slamming into stone piers on the side of the road or rushing directly into stores.
Boom! Boom!
A series of rear-end traffic accidents occurred, smoke billowed up, followed by explosions.
"This may be the most chaotic and worst day ever."
Luke spread out his palm and threw out the little ash left by the one-eyed Director.
He looked down the street. The cars on the road were jammed into a long queue of steel, and there was no end in sight.
In many driver's seats, there was only a handful of ashes and no human insight.
Some people died silently, and their bodies were erased.
Others looked frightened, blank, and had no idea what was happening.
'If I came a bit earlier, maybe one hour, perhaps I could have prevented this disaster. '
There was a glimmer of expectation in Luke's eyes.
Thinking of facing Thanos, it should roughly be a 50-50 situation.
The combat power of the movie universe Thanos wasn't so exaggerated.
"Sir, what's happening? Help me ..."
A pedestrian grabbed Luke's arm. The other party might have seen Superman's suit and thought he was a superhero.
"I'm sorry, I can't do anything for the time being. But don't worry, you'll be back soon."
Luke shrugged his shoulders. A few seconds later, the poor guy vanished in front of his eyes.
'Then again, will the rules of this universe influence me? Wiping out half of all living things, I wonder if I would be included?'
The director of the Family Planning Commission, the Mad Titan, dedicated himself to depopulation.
Using the random way of wiping out half of all the living beings on each planet.
This was an 'erasing' requirement.
So, those unfortunate people who were randomly selected were directly reduced to ashes and disappeared!
Their bodies were gone with the wind, and their souls returned to Death.
The only good news was that there was no pain.
Equivalent to 'euthanasia'.
But Luke had a question. As a traveler from another universe, would he be affected?
According to Marvel's universe hierarchy, this world's Infinity Gauntlet may not be able to take effect on him.
'This may not be answered until I meet Thanos. '
Luke thought silently.
Rrrmmm!
A runaway car ran towards him, but it was cut in half with Heat Vision before it could touch him.
With more and more lives erased by that snap, the scene seemed to be more and more chaotic.
'Compared with the end of the world, this snap seems to be a little more frightening. '
Luke himself was quite calm. He waited for a long time and didn't feel anything strange.
Obviously, either he was lucky and wasn't selected by random probability.
Or, he was completely unaffected.
"At this time, Captain America's team and Thor's delegation are in Wakanda. Iron Man and Nebula are on Titan. Who should I go to?"
Luke's first goal was clear, and that was to find a way home.
The space-time transmission was actually quite complicated.
In other words, any scientific field linked to quantum mechanics was always confusing.
The Marvel Universe was equivalent to an infinitely large box, and then there were small boxes with different numbers inside.
Luke's timeline was a small box located under the 616 primary universe.
The timeline he was currently in was in another small box numbered 'Earth-199999'.
There were subtle connections between different small boxes.
For example, Nick Fury in the movie universe was black.
But in the main Earth-616, he was actually white.
For another example, Loki in the movie universe was the second Prince of Asgard.
But in other universes, it was possible for Loki to be a Princess.
Everyone's gender, skin color, pros, and cons would change with different boxes.
But the general characters would still exist.
Unless they were forgotten and thus 'erased'.
To sum it up, Luke wanted to find his way home.
He needed to locate the small box where he was originally from accurately and then use the small box he was in as a starting point for a smooth time and space trip.
It sounded simple, but he needed to use the specific parameters of the relevant world, coordinate position, time and space anchor points, and landing points.
Even a genius like Tony Stark would get a headache if he saw it.
Because this wasn't time travel in one small box.
But from one box to another.
The difficulty had risen exponentially!
'By the way, my little box hasn't been named yet. '
Luke suddenly remembered this.
Every box under the main universe had a corresponding number.
Then, of course.
The world where he lived should also have a string of corresponding numbers.
"Earth-1024."
Luke pondered for a moment and gave a simple answer.
If there's an opportunity in the future, he also planned to stamp his own box.
There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets, and more and more ashes were flying all over the sky.
Luke was unaware that he was walking to Times Square.
As 'The Crossroads of the World', this was the place with the largest flow of people in New York, but now, there weren't many people at all.
Only rolling billboards and colorful neon tubes, proof of the liveliness before.
'Captain America is still in Wakanda and probably still in grief over the death of his teammates and his friend. '
'Thor, the God of Thunder, is probably regretting why he didn't chop down Thanos's head. '
'The only two survivors on Titan, one missing Spider-Man, one without her sister Gamora, shouldn't be in the mood to listen to my story at this time. '
Luke calculated with his fingers and found that it seemed that no one else had time to pay attention to him except for the retired Thanos.
The world was almost destroyed, and the superheroes suffered heavy casualties.
Thanos, as a big villain, finished his plan and left the ending in a hopeless direction.
"They need a hero!"
Luke breathed the air of the 21st century and whispered, "But before that, I need to find someone first."
Since the Avengers and superheroes were unreliable, he could only look for an old acquaintance who could understand his situation.
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The only person in this universe who could understand his situation without much explanation was probably the Sorcerer Supreme, who frequently traveled to observe the future.
Of course, Luke wasn't talking about Doctor Strange, who was directly erased by the snap.
After watching the spoiler, the guy was still completely helpless; everyone was gone.
The person he was looking for was actually the Ancient One who took the opportunity to retire.
"I wonder how many people are still alive in Kamar Taj."
Luke directly pushed open the door of the New York Sanctum. It was silent inside.
The flames in the fireplace rose, the teacups on the table were still warm, and a few books and some magical artifacts were scattered on the ground.
It's like, one second, everyone was chatting happily, discussing where to eat later.
The next second, they vanished. Not even getting the chance to say goodbye.
Only the lit fireplace, the unfinished tea, and the flipped books were proof of things that happened before.
"This is terrible."
Luke lamented.
Fortunately, the three time and space nodes still maintained basic operations.
Those dimensional demons couldn't take this opportunity to invade the world.
However, today, it was also a heavy loss for them.
Thanos wiped away half of life on earth, so the dead souls didn't fall into the hands of those dimension demons.
The rapidly declining population was essentially no different from that of a capitalist losing half of its productive resources for no reason at all.
This was a huge loss!
No one knew how long it would take to make up for it!
Half of the lives just disappeared. This meant that for a long time in the future, the dimension demons would have to face the embarrassing situation of deflation.
Because the soul was a common currency for the dimension gods and demons, the devil of hell and the angel of heaven,.
The former was a way of lending, building a well-established system to harvest 'wealth'.
The latter two, by contract and faith, divide the soul of mankind into two sides of a larger business.
Regardless of the means, a large population base was a necessary condition for maintaining this 'market'.
However, Thanos, who was bent on contributing to family planning in the universe, had cut the market in half.
"If Cyttorak, Chthon, and Set could enter the material world, they would definitely beat Thanos to the ground."
Luke curled his lips and entered the hall unimpeded.
He went up to the third floor.
"Master Ancient One, are you here? Umm, Strange asked me to bring you a message."
Luke stopped in front of the [Window of the worlds, bent his fingers, and tapped twice.
As an artifact with Vishanti's seal, it could also act as a communicator.
"Who are you? Strange should no longer be in this world."
Luke waited patiently for about half a minute, and the Ancient One suddenly appeared.
She held a small sandalwood fan and sized up the strange intruder with a critical eye, revealing the other party's obvious lie.
"Well, I don't know Stephen Strange yet."
Luke admitted frankly and continued, "But I do have something urgent for you, Master Ancient One."
"It's strange, I've never seen you before, yet I feel the aura of Vishanti, the scarlet glow of Cyttorak, and even the chaotic magic of Chthon ..."
The Ancient One's eyes showed a puzzled look.
Generally speaking, provoking even one of these dimensional demon gods was already a headache.
The young man standing in front of her seemed to have had contact with all three.
"To tell you the truth, I have read the Book of the Vishanti, used the temporary contract with Cyttorak, and was taken a fancy to by Chthon, and almost became the spokesperson for chaos magic."
Luke, with a light-hearted look on his face, described a series of his legendary experiences.
"Hmm, you have had a hard life."
The Ancient One didn't doubt it either but looked at Luke even more strangely.
She clearly didn't know the other party, but she had a feeling of familiarity.
"Master Ancient One, let me introduce myself. I come from another universe, the past before everything happened."
Luke directly stated.
"Because of an accident, I came to this universe involuntarily. This universe, a future timeline where everything has happened."
Superman said, a little loosely, but the Ancient One still understood.
"So, you know the me of that universe? You also entered Kamar Taj and studied the Book of the Vishanti ... You aren't the next Sorcerer Supreme I selected, are you?"
The former Sorcerer Supreme behaved calmly and didn't make a fuss.
"You do look a lot better than Strange -- physically, I mean."
"I have suggested before that he should spend more time on physical exercise. A qualified master needs a strong body."
The Ancient One had a general understanding of the theory that the universe was an infinite box, with layers nested between one another.
Therefore, she could quickly accept the facts as Luke presented them and asked questions.
If it was Doctor Strange, Luke would definitely have to spend time explaining what 'another universe' was and what 'past' actually meant.
That guy hadn't been at the top for long, completely unskilled in the workflow for the Sorcerer Supreme.
"I need your help, Master."
Seeing that they could communicate with each other normally, Luke went straight to the point and made his request.
He was worried about whether the Sorcerer Supreme, after her retirement, would talk and laugh with Eternity.
Fortunately, the Ancient One stayed on the earth and didn't leave.
"I'm afraid I can't help you."
The Ancient One shook her fan and whispered.
"Half of the creatures in the universe are wailing and weeping, and their existence has been completely erased. But I am just a long-dead person, who can only watch silently, wait quietly, unable to do anything."
Luke raised his eyebrows. He knew that the Ancient One, at this time, had lost her physical body and was currently appearing in the form of a soul.
As early as in the previous story, the other party faked her death in the hand of Kaecilius and successfully retired early.
She gave Doctor Strange the Sorcerer Supreme post and the responsibility of protecting the earth.
"You have chosen Strange, and he saw the exact ending from countless futures."
Luke suddenly remembered that the six Infinity Stones had been collected, so it seemed that he could finish the task ahead of schedule.
"Everything can be changed and corrected. The Avengers will accomplish this arduous task."
"I'm willing to help so that they could make fewer detours and fewer sacrifices."
"But in return, I would like you, Master Ancient One, to give me the coordinates of this universe and some detailed parameters."
This was why Luke came to the Ancient One in the first place.
If we were to ask who was the most likely person to hold the deep secrets of the universe, it was definitely the Sorcerer Supreme!
Vishanti was an ancient god, and they were closely related to Eternity.
Luke had no information about the box other than the number on the small box.
If he wanted to make another smooth space-time trip, he needed to know the coordinate data of that universe, which was convenient for modeling and calculation --Tony Stark and Bruce Banner had to do the following work.
"All right, now I completely believe that you're a traveler from another universe."
The Ancient One was slightly surprised.
In theory, it was impossible for anyone other than the holder of the Time Stone, the Sorcerer Supreme, who had access to the Eye of Agamotto, to know where the future was leading to.
However, based on Luke's words, Ancient One determined that her opponent knew no less than she did.
"By the way, what's your name?"
The increasingly relaxed former Sorcerer Supreme asked.
"Luke Cavill, in my universe, everyone likes to call me 'Superman'."
Luke replied.
"I can agree to your request."
After a long time of contemplation, the Ancient One nodded her head.
The death of her body had no effect on a great master like her.
As long as her soul remained intact, the Ancient One could still travel the universe in her astral projection form.
This was much more liberating than the hard life of being at her post every day and not being able to leave without permission.
"Strange will lead the Avengers from this bad ending to the only correct choice."
The Ancient One's face was grave, and she spoke in a deep voice.
"Luke, you are an insurance policy to make sure they complete their mission."
"In exchange, I will tell you what you want to know as a reward."
Luke's mouth hooked up a smile. No matter what time, as long as a reasonable argument was given, the Ancient One was always the best one to talk to.
"Then I'll see you next time, Master Ancient One, and I'll complete the deal."
He conveniently borrowed an unowned hanging ring from the table on the third floor.
Skillfully drew a magic circle and opened a portal.
"I'll go to Wakanda first to talk to Steve. I hope he will treat me as a friend, not an enemy."
Looking at Luke walking into the portal, the Ancient One's soul had a strange glint in her eyes.
"Stranger, I hope you won't make things worse."
She stopped at the Window of the Worlds for a few minutes.
The illusory soul burst out with a flash of light and disappeared.
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Wakanda.
Capital.
Like New York, like what was happening all over the world, this was where the finger-snapping of death came to an end.
Those tribal warriors in Wakanda, before they knew what had happened, turned into ash.
As Thanos said, it was absolutely fair and absolutely random.
This mysterious secluded area on the African continent, down to the commoners and up to the king, was all wiped out with one of his fingers.
Leading figures, except for General Okoye, who Black Panther T'Challa trusted, there were few left.
When the sickle of death fell, even a King or a Hero wouldn't be treated differently.
As for The Avengers, the death toll was a long list.
The Winter Soldier, Falcon, Wanda, Vision, all of them were on it.
Only a few of the seniors were lucky enough to survive.
"We failed."
Captain America, with a beard, said feebly.
He sat next to Vision's body, staring at the horrible wound on his forehead.
Thanos abruptly pulled the Mind Stone from the latter's head.
Just half a minute ago, Captain America saw Bucky, the Winter Soldier, vanish and die.
The sadness in his heart was beyond words.
That was his friend, who fought side by side. Best friend, who grew up together!
They had a hard time reuniting, and he just disappeared.
"Thanos succeeded, and his goal was achieved."
Thor was extremely remorseful, and his heart was full of emptiness.
He should have used Stormbreaker to chop off the head of that ugly purple potato.
That could have stopped everything!
Stop the other party from snapping that finger!
"Can you contact Tony? What's the situation on his side?"
War Machine asked.
After a hard battle, everyone was at a loss.
No one knew what to do. Some of them had lost their loved ones, some had lost relatives, some had lost their best friends, and some had lost their King ...
The sacrifice was huge and costly, but the final victory was still not achieved.
The ending wasn't like in movies and novels, where heroes defeat villains. Everyone embraces and cheers, bringing the story to a happy ending.
"I don't know, Tony, and the talkative little bug, the master magician in that cloak... they were all on Thanos's ... donut spaceship."
Banner, who couldn't switch to Hulk, wanted to say something witty to liven up the atmosphere.
However, seeing his friends depressed, even Captain America, who had always been determined and never discouraged, showed a trace of confusion, so he swallowed the inappropriate joke back.
"Do you have any plans, Captain?"
Black widow remembered Hawkeye, whose life and death was unknown, and a bit of worry appeared in her eyes.
Thanos's snap erased half the life on the earth.
She wondered if Clint survived.
"We ..."
Captain America was silent for a while, then worked hard to sort out his mood and once again became the calm leader he was.
"Go back to New York first and contact the Pentagon -- if those acquaintances are still alive."
"With their strength, the list of casualties would be counted as soon."
"We can't let the social order collapse. We must stabilize the situation as soon as possible to avoid riots."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. will also mobilize its strength to help governments resume operation."
"In addition, try to find Tony! We need him!"
"..."
Captain America briefly listed several plans to carry out.
The whole world lost half of its population, which was equivalent to a huge machine running stably and suddenly stopping.
The impact was too great to imagine.
In some families, parents may have been erased in the snap, leaving only young children behind.
This required proper placement.
In some countries, high-level leaders may be unlucky, erased by the snap, causing a power vacuum and internal turmoil.
This needed to be stabilized as soon as possible.
To sum it up, with the drastic reduction of the world's population.
No matter the government or superheroes, they had many problems to face.
"Thor, what are you going to do?"
After clearing up his sad emotions, Captain America looked at Thor, carrying an axe and wanting to chop something to vent.
Asgard has disappeared, destroyed by the flame giant.
His people were also killed on that ship; almost no one was left.
Among the superheroes, Thor was the one who lost the most.
"I ... need a drink."
Thor said painfully.
Hatred held him together until now.
The death of his people and Loki only made him think about how to chop down Thanos.
But with the other party's snap, everything vanished.
Even with Stormbreaker in hand, he still failed to stop it all.
"If any of you know the whereabouts of the ugly purple potato, please inform me as soon as possible."
Thor pressed Captain America's shoulder. There was a vague flash of thunder in his eyes, leaping with anger.
"No matter where he hides, I will get there as fast as I can and cut off his head! I swear on Odin's name!"
"Calm down, Thor. You should stay with us. S.H.I.E.L.D will need your strength, and so will the Avengers."
Captain America was very good at the ideological talk and calmed down the irritable Thor with a few words.
He looked around and looked at the few teammates left.
War Machine, Black Widow, Banner, Rocket Raccoon, and General Okoye.
Tony, Strange, and the babbling bug were all in a state of uncertainty.
"We have failed, we're facing the worst situation, and we also need to face the most difficult moments in our lives."
Captain America's voice wasn't high, but it was very powerful.
"But no matter how gloomy tomorrow is and how unacceptable reality is, we must take that small step, get back on our feet, and find our way."
"The future..."
Boom!
It was as if a cannonball had hit the ground, sending up a violent cloud of dust.
The dark red cloak billowed and swayed.
A figure abruptly appeared in front of everyone.
"Um... excuse me."
A gentle voice sounded. Its owner had a young face.
"Can you give me some time ..."
"The first thing you should do, as an uninvited ... strange guy who appeared out of nowhere, is to state your name."
Thor, the God of Thunder, said in a deep voice with a vigilant expression.
The other superheroes reacted similarly.
They had just experienced a hard battle and faced one of the most powerful enemies in history.
At this time, any trouble could easily arouse vigilance.
"I know you just lost your dear brother, but also lost your sister, loving father, loving mother, and a bunch of men who followed you and supported your people ... but Thor, should you take out your anger on me? Understand."
Luke, who rushed to Wakanda and then flew to this dense forest, said so lightly.
On the surface, his attitude seemed to be trying to calm him down.
But according to this speech, no matter how you look at it, he stepped on all the mines in the minefield.
"Haha, very good."
Thor's anger turned against him. Thunder rolled in his eyes.
"Finally, an asshole stepped forward. Let me punch him!"
"No matter who you are or what you are called, you're going to beg for mercy!"
Rumble!
Lightning lingered on Stormbreaker. The sky is covered with dark clouds.
Thor clenched his weapon and locked his eyes on the damned bastard who dared to provoke him!
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