novelhk Chapter 111. Dormammu, Eat My Hellfire!
Chapter 111. Dormammu, Eat My Hellfire!
Chapter 111. Dormammu, Eat My Hellfire!
Fury leaned back in his chair, completely lost in thought.
Messages kept popping up on the computer screen, with reports of countless Hydra members being captured.
He couldn't describe his feelings in words. Those familiar faces flashed before his eyes—they were all Hydra.
Even Alexander Pierce, the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., his close friend and mentor, was actually a Hydra agent.
Pierce even now serves as the Secretary-General of the World Security Council, wielding immense power.
Veins bulged on Fury's shiny bald head; Pierce was one of the eulogists who read the eulogy at his mother's funeral.
Now·-
He pressed his hands to his forehead, closed his eyes, and looked completely bewildered.
He doesn't know what to do now.
Fighting Hydra?
forget it.
The message that popped up on the computer indicated that the high-ranking Hydra members had been taken under control by Stark's robots, and the other ordinary members would not escape either; it was only a matter of time before they were captured.
Needless to say, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be completely gone in the future.
Fury wasn't actually that concerned about whether he would become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.; what he was mainly concerned about was who would protect the world's security in the future.
To deal with crises in the universe.
Stark? No way!
Asking a playboy and an unreliable inventor to protect the world? That would be irresponsible.
Steve? No way!
He was too idealistic. An ideal warrior should just be a spiritual leader; reality can't accommodate such ideals.
Ji Yuan? That's even less likely!
This person is too mysterious and too strange. The gods behind him still cannot fully understand what their views are on humanity.
These three individuals orchestrated a devastating attack on Hydra, while Fury himself remained completely unaware, oblivious to every clue or hint.
"throat."
Fury sighed. What did it matter who protected the world and who he was now? Looking back, he was just a clown, powerless to influence the world situation. Instead of thinking so much, he might as well retire.
The Avengers plan can be completely put aside. No matter how you look at it, the facts are already clear: these three individuals have taken down a super terrorist organization, or even more than one.
Ultimately, it seems there's really nothing I can do in the face of a global crisis.
As he was thinking, Fury suddenly turned his head and looked at the computer in front of him in shock, only to see countless dazzling lights emanating from the screen.
Fury instinctively rolled behind the chair and skillfully pulled out the pistol from under it.
Bang bang bang!
Three shots hit the computer in a row, shattering the entire screen, but the light still shone.
As the light faded, a humanoid figure appeared before me.
"Ultraman?" Fury exclaimed in shock.
"Hello, Mr. Fury, I am not Ultraman, I just look a bit like him. I am Mr. Stark's AI assistant, Jarvis," Jarvis said calmly.
"Although there is no direct evidence that you are a member of Hydra, you still need to be investigated. My authority to arrest you is granted directly by the World Executive Council. Please cooperate."
After saying that, he grabbed Fury's shoulder, and a visible light burst forth, binding Fury's hands.
Fury is even more disgusted now. An intelligent assistant that popped out of the computer and can even become a physical entity—did it travel through time? Is this technology at the current level that humanity can achieve?
Without much time to think, Jarvis kicked the alloy door open and left with Fury.
Back to New Mexico.
Thor ate meat and drank wine heartily, while Natasha and Coulson frowned as they looked at the news of the capture of many Hydra leaders.
Their understanding of the extent of Hydra's infiltration of the world has been elevated, and they have even greater admiration for Steve, Ji Yuan, and Stark.
These three are truly extraordinary; they secretly accomplished something unprecedented.
With a snap, Natasha slammed her laptop shut. The die was cast; there was nothing more to see. She said to Steve, "Captain,"
Where is Ji Yuan? His giant snake—all his underlings are here, where is he?
Steve picked up a beer, took a sip, squinted, and said, "He said darkness has fallen and needs the light to dispel it. He must have gone to another place to save the world."
The other place Steve mentioned is a space located in the gap between reality and the dark dimension.
Ji Yuan was in the middle of it. Dozens of Hydra members’ bodies, controlled by the Hand, were floating in this crevice and were gradually becoming ethereal, as if they were being devoured by the entire dimensional space.
He had long discovered that those shadows were devouring the bodies of the possessed Hydra members. These corpses were branded and used as sacrifices. What they were meant to do was obvious, but so what?
As the corpse completely dissipated, the crevice seemed to have completed some kind of sacrifice, and became completely stable.
At the same time, the barriers connecting the narrow spaces gradually become transparent.
A colorful space that is constantly collapsing and being rebuilt appears before our eyes—the Dark Dimension!
At this moment, Ji Yuan also transformed into the wingless Noah, preparing to meet this renowned Lord of the Dark Dimension.
A huge head appeared on the other side of the barrier; it was Dormammu.
"Are you the God of Light?" Dormammu's hollow voice echoed in the crevice, and under the influence of terrifying power, the entire crevice trembled precariously.
"Dormammu, darkness will surely be dispelled by light!" The wingless Noah emitted an extremely powerful thought, and the divine voice echoed in the crevice, not only stabilizing the space but also transforming into a powerful mental shockwave that struck Dormammu.
Dormammu's expression was unusually ferocious; light and darkness are inherently opposites. He had an innate hatred for light, especially any god of light, and now this detestable god of light was even launching a mental attack. However, for the sake of the plans of several dimensional lords, he still suppressed his anger and said:
"God of Light, how about we make some terms? You reduce the supply of holy magical power to those mages, and we will compensate you with power far exceeding what the mages have owed us. How about it? Think about it."
After an unknown amount of time, the wingless Noah simply stood still, ignoring Dormammu's question, like a statue.
Dormammu grew impatient, his hollow voice echoing throughout the crevice once more, accompanied by a mental attack: "God of Light, speak!"
The entire crevice shook violently, and cracks appeared in the space, as if it were about to be destroyed at any moment.
Finally, at this moment, the wingless Noah moved.
"Noah's Lightning!"
The seven-colored stream of destructive light was like a sharp blade that separated the world, slicing through the void and leaving an unobservable trail, heading straight for the source of the dark dimension's invasion of the real dimension.
The reason why Noah without wings didn't reply just now was because he was looking for this source. Destroying this source will greatly reduce the invasion of the dark dimension and the real dimension.
"God of Light! You—" Dormammu roared in exasperation.
But he couldn't say anything more, because "Noah's Hellfire" had already hit his face, and dozens of Ultra Bombs from beyond the dimensional space surged into the dark dimension.
A silver-white lightsaber appeared in Noah's hand, and with a single slash, he severed the connection between the rift and the dark dimension.
No matter how angry Dormammu was, he couldn't make a sound.