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I captured Loki too quickly, and the plot changed. I was used to following the map, but now the map is gone.

There is no other way but to find it myself.

He closed his eyes, his senses spreading out in full force.

Spatial perception

The energy fluctuations of New York City formed a three-dimensional map in his mind. Countless points of light, representing life, darted around in panic, mixed with the cold energy signals of the Zeta Swiss soldiers.

He filtered out the noise and focused on finding the energy source of the Cosmic Cube.

As a result, my mind was completely blank.

The wormhole in the sky is itself a huge source of spatial energy, like a black sun, with powerful gravity that distorts everything around it.

The Cosmic Cube shares the same origin as it, just like a candle lit next to the sun blocks out all the light.

He could only vaguely sense that the thing was in this building.

I don't know exactly where it is.

A classic case of the darkest place being under the lamp.

The fighting on the ground has gone completely mad.

"Captain, at three o'clock, near the subway entrance! A group of men are trying to flank you!"

On the roof of an unfinished building, Hawkeye knelt, his left arm muscles taut like iron, calmly reporting. One eye peered through his scope, while the other scanned the entire block, like a true hunter.

Before the words were even finished, an arrow had already flown out.

The arrow struck the ceiling of the subway entrance, not exploding, but instead emitting a high-frequency sound wave inaudible to the human ear. The dozen or so Zeta Swiss soldiers who had just rushed out all covered their heads, their bodies stiff, their movements frozen.

"Well done!" Steve's voice came through the communicator, his breath coming in heavily.

He seized the opportunity, the shield flying from his hand, bouncing and clanging between walls and pillars like a deadly pinball, knocking the entire enemy squad to the ground. When the shield returned to his hand, its edges were stained with green alien blood.

"Don't get distracted!" Natasha's voice rang out.

She slid to avoid a barrage of energy cannon fire, hot shards of rock grazing her cheek and leaving a bloody trail. She sprang to her feet and fired both guns in rapid succession, riddling an enemy trying to ambush Steve from behind.

She had no superpowers; she relied entirely on skill and courage to dance through a hail of bullets, each breath potentially her last. The bullets in her magazine were rapidly dwindling, and she didn't know how much longer she could hold on.

On the other hand, Thor is a human lightning bolt.

He summoned lightning, electrocuting a Leviathan that had just landed, leaving it smoking and its armor charred black. Then he flew over and smashed its head open with a hammer. Green sap and broken metal splattered everywhere.

"There are too many of these!" Thor yelled into the communicator. He had just dealt with one when two more swooped down from the sky.

The hammer slammed down, clearing out a patch, but the next second, more enemies poured out of the wormhole, filling the gaps endlessly. He felt his arm begin to ache, each swing of the hammer heavier than the last.

"I'm almost out of missiles!" Tony exclaimed breathlessly. "I've never had this many people at a party before!"

He piloted his armored vehicle erratically between buildings, with a dozen or so aircraft chasing after him. Laser beams grazed his armor, leaving trails of red heat.

"Sir, the right thruster is 30% damaged, and the energy level is 22%. We recommend evacuation for replenishment," Jarvis calmly reported the bad news.

"Shut up, Jarvis, now's not the time!" Tony yelled, dodging a barrage of energy blasts with a sharp turn, and firing a palm-cannon that blew up one of the pursuers. He felt like a can of food being chased by a pack of dogs, its shell being gnawed away bit by bit.

The entire battlefield was a meat grinder. Even the most formidable Avengers were starting to tire.

Listening to the voice on the communication channel, Chu Hang knew he couldn't wait any longer.

He connected to Thor's channel.

"Thor! Stop smashing! Back to Stark Tower!"

"What?" Thor smashed an enemy into the wall with his hammer, half of his body sinking in. "Now? The ground is about to fall!"

"Go when I tell you to!" Chu Hang's voice brooked no argument. "Your brother is locked in a cube on the top floor, pinned to the wall. Go get him out and ask him where he hid the Cosmic Cube. Use any method you like, pry his mouth open!"

“…I understand.” Thor didn’t waste any more words and agreed. He glanced at Steve, who was still struggling, roared, and swung his hammer towards Stark Tower.

After arranging things with Thor, Chu Hang hovered in the air, looking at the enormous wormhole.

Waiting for Thor to get the results, then going to find the device, then closing the door... that's too slow.

How many more people will die in New York during this period?

There must be a faster way.

He searched through his memories, and movie clips he had watched before his transmigration flashed by like a slideshow.

Iron Man, Captain America, Thor...

The Avengers...

Guardians of the Galaxy!

A scene he had forgotten for a long time suddenly came to mind.

A creature that looks like a raccoon is carrying a gun bigger than itself and is making a crazy rant.

"...Those Chitauri idiots, their entire army is commanded by a single mothership. If you blow up their mothership, all their soldiers will freeze up on the spot..."

Yes, it's a mothership!

Chu Hang's eyes lit up.

This is the real solution. Closing the door is just a temporary fix; getting rid of the person who opened it is the real solution.

He looked up at the bottomless wormhole.

Opposite them was the Chitauri fleet, their mothership.

This plan is insane.

One man charged into the enemy's lair.

But he was the only one who could do it.

He possesses the energy of a [Binary Form], the defense of a [God-like Physique] and [Adaptive Armor], and the safety net of an [S-Rank Self-Healing Factor].

Even if they can't win, they can tear through space and run back.

He opened the all-staff communication.

"Everyone, the plan has changed."

"What's changed?" Steve's voice came through the background, accompanied by a violent explosion. He had just dragged a civilian from a burning car.

"I'm going to go to the other side of the portal," Chu Hang said calmly.

There was a moment of silence in the channel.

"The other side?" Tony was the first to shout. "Are you crazy? That's the enemy's lair! Are you going to your death alone?"

"That's a one-way ticket, Chu Hang!" Steve exclaimed anxiously. "We don't know what the situation is over there; you might not be able to come back!"

“Their army is a network system,” Chu Hang explained simply. “I’m going to unplug their mainframe. If I succeed, all these things in front of you will become scrap metal.”

"How can you guarantee that..."

“I can’t guarantee that,” Chu Hang interrupted Steve, “but this is the fastest way right now. Your mission is to hold this place before I get back and prevent New York from becoming ruins.”

"If I don't come back, have Thor find a way to smash that door down."

After saying that, he turned off the communication.

Without further hesitation, golden energy surged through his body, igniting like a small sun.

He glanced down at the city, at the people struggling in the flames of war, and at his comrades fighting side by side.

Then, he looked up, his gaze fixed on the dark wormhole.

Chapter 110 The Battle of New York (Final)

Chu Hang didn't look at the ground again.

He was like a shooting star traveling in reverse, plunging headlong into that black hole in the sky.

Wormholes are not a good place.

The space was chaotic, like a pot of boiling asphalt, viscous and violent.

There is no up, down, left, or right here, no gravity, only distorted light and spatial cracks that may appear at any moment.

A piece of armor that had broken off from a nearby warship was accelerated here by the chaotic gravity, its power no less than that of a cannonball; it could tear a human body in two if it passed by.

If any other flesh and blood body were to enter, it wouldn't last even a second; it would be crushed into the most basic particles.

However, the space around Chu Hang's body was forcibly smoothed out by an even stronger will, forming a thin film invisible to the naked eye.

[Spatial Curvature Barrier]

All the deadly fragments and turbulent energy that hurtled toward him were smoothly flung away by this distorted force field the instant they approached his body, as if they had hit an absolutely smooth bar of soap.

He was like a fish swimming upstream in a waterfall, rushing straight towards the center of the storm, towards that bizarre and wonderful exit.

The battle has reached its worst point and is on the verge of collapse.

"Left wing! The left wing needs support!" Steve's voice roared into the communication channel.

He slammed his shield into the face of a Zitalian soldier, then drew his pistol from his waist and emptied the entire magazine at the onrushing enemy.

The bullet casings clattered and bounced on the ground, barely managing to force the enemy who was rushing up the bank steps back half a step.

He leaned against a broken stone pillar, breathing heavily, his body covered in smoke and bloodstains of unknown origin. The super soldier's stamina was rapidly depleting; he felt his lungs like a broken bellows.

"I'm out of bullets!" Natasha hid behind a police car burned to a skeleton, threw two empty Glock pistols on the ground, and pulled her last weapon—a dagger—from the scabbard on her thigh.

She peeked out and saw a tidal wave of enemies surging towards her, blue energy beams blasting sparks from her cover. She knew she could only hold out for another minute at most.

"Jarvis, how much energy do we have left?" Tony struggled to maneuver his armor between buildings, pursued relentlessly by dozens of aircraft.

"Seventeen percent, sir. The missile system on the right arm is offline, and the thruster on the left leg is severely damaged. We do not recommend that you engage in any more high-intensity maneuvers."

"Roger that." Tony gritted his teeth, nearly losing his speed as he plummeted, narrowly dodging a barrage of fire, and unleashed a palm-sized energy beam. The beam was noticeably thinner and less powerful than before.

As he watched the red alerts constantly refresh on the armor's retinal interface, he felt a sense of unease for the first time.

Is that guy named Chen any good? Is he just bragging?

Chu Hang burst out of the wormhole.

Before me lay a cold, desolate universe and a fleet so vast it inspired despair.