Me, Hydra

Swallowing, Tony spoke somewhat viciously.

"Take me over Hydra's residence!"

Hearing Tony's order, however, Jarvis didn't immediately carry it out.

"Sir, this is a very dangerous decision, with Mr. Hydra's power, we speak of no hope of survival if we are set up as intruders."

"Execute the order."

"Yes, sir."

Having said that, with Jarvis navigating, Mark Seven took Tony and quickly flew in the direction of the Hydra residence in Queens.

But because of the cognitive impediment, Tony was going in circles.

"Sorry, sir. Due to receiving an unknown position, the navigation system is strongly interfered with and cannot be used."

After a moment of silence, Tony faded out.

"Abort the mission and return to the main battlefield."

"Yes, sir."

Hearing Tony's order, Jarvis quickly turned his head and flew to the heart of New York City.

On the other hand, lying on a beach chair with a relaxed face, Black Chastity was watching the world-shaking defense battle with Hydra with a relaxed face.

"Aren't you going to meet that man of steel just now? He's been flying here for a while~"

Hearing Black Chastity's words, Hydra shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

"Ignore that guy, when this incident is over, let's go outside this planet and take a look. Hopefully, we'll get something~"

Despite saying so, Hydra's tone was filled with a lack of interest. After all, as far as the emptiness of this world was concerned, it was too fragile....

"That said..." and Hydra looked at Black Chastity beside her.

"Although this world is not as good as your world in one way, but with your physical strength, it's still a bit difficult to cross the void..."

"...Please don't hit me, thank you."

As she said that, Black Chastity once again gave a middle finger to Hydra.

However, Hydra had developed powerful antibodies to Black Chastity's middle finger....

As the two chatted, the Zithari invasion rose to a new high.

A touch of despair rose on Angolan Manuel's face as he looked at the pile of single-armed flying machines in front of him.

"Brother! Help me! Brother!!!"

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Volume 2: Extra - 32 - Participation in battle

Every inch of New York City is strewn with war, and Times Square has lost its usual Lozeau-like crowds, replaced by a ravine plowed with laser beams.

Looking at the incessantly incoming aircraft in the air, Angolan Manuel's face was filled with helplessness, although the power of the English Spirit was far superior to that of normal people, Angolan Manuel was not a cavalryman, which meant that Angolan Manuel did not have the so-called ability to fly.

But the good news is that Angamanu isn't going to die easily, because after leaving the Moon World, Angamanu's life now belongs to the embodiment of malice, the evil of this world. As said before, as long as there is still human malice present, Angamanuw will not die easily.

Looking at the beam of laser light shooting towards him, Angolan Manuel's face twitched helplessly a few times.

"Although I'm weak, it doesn't mean that even a mere soldier like you can shit on my head!"

Saying that, Angolan Manuel unleashed his only damaging skill, or treasured tool, without hesitation: "The False Honor Copy of All Things-"

As, Angamanu's voice rang out, an unspeakable weirdness spread across Angamanu's upper body limit, the forbidden dark red spell representing the most basic malice of humanity, unspeakable.

But even so, the laser beam still easily broke through Angamanew's body surface.

"Ah~~~ It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts~~~"

The alienated bodies didn't remove the most basic brass tacks of Angamanniu as a result of the alienation, and even because of the Original Sin brand, these pains became clearer instead.

But it was only pain, the wounds that were pierced by the laser beams were mended by the black sludge under the incredulous eyes of the Zitharis soldiers, unspeakable malice pounced from that black sludge, but the Zitharis soldiers did not care about that.

So what if you could be reborn infinitely? Can it hurt me? At best, they were just being sandbags who kept getting beaten.

But soon, the soldiers of Zithari knew that they were wrong.

The soldier who had shot Angamanu with his laser gun had a wound on his chest that was no different from Angamanu's.

But unlike Angolan Manuel, the soldier didn't have the so-called black clay to repair his wound.

Although they saw the death, the Zita Swiss soldiers also cared. Instead, they used heavier artillery fire on the figure standing on the ground, portrayed by the spell in the shape of a wolf.

The laser beams, which were as intense as rain, soon riddled Angolamanu with holes, causing Angolamanu to be terrified.

Although Angamanu could be spared a large portion of energy due to the maliciousness of humanity, but in reality, if the form was directly even shattered into a pile of shreds, then even Angamanu would die just the same....

As Angolan Newman began to dodge the fire, the surrounding Zitharis soldiers noticed that something was wrong. Once they themselves hit the enemy, they would relatively have a general wound on their own body. And if they didn't attack him, then they themselves would be just as unharmed. Because the guy on the ground seemed to... not be able to fly....

"Stay away from him, he doesn't have air power!"

Hearing the sharp and somewhat hoarse voice of the commander, the other Zita Swiss soldiers also quickly left the surroundings of Angolan Manuel. For this kind of weird guy, it was better to leave it to the big guy in the back to fix it. To a small fish like yourself, it was better not to dabble blindly....

A tinge of celebration rose on Angolan Manuel's face as he looked around at the single flying machine that had dispersed.

Although he wouldn't take much damage if he deliberately dodged, but then again, being shot at by a crazy saving shot was very painful....

Shaking his head and taking a glance at the monstrous aircraft flying around outside, Angolan Manuel decided to just find a place to lie down and get some sleep. With the strength of the boss anyway, this war would be over soon....

On the other side, the comrades of the Avengers encountered an even more formidable enemy.

From among the portals, one after another, cyborg lifeforms teleported from the other end of the giant beast universe.

Standing between the torso scales of the behemoths, those Zithari people continued to wreak havoc on the bustling city. Each tail swing of the mechanical behemoths caused the destruction of an urban area.

"Leave this to me!"

As he said that, Bruce Banner's body began to swell, and the color of the muscles on his body began to develop towards a dark green appearance.

Soon the somewhat dirty and crepey looking Dr. Bruce Banner disappeared in front of everyone, and was replaced by a terrifying figure that rose over two meters and was covered in muscles.

"Hulk Smash!!!"