"Boom!"
Loki was blasted by an ice explosion into a civilian house on the street, the God of Mischief's body crashing straight through the ordinary brick house.
"Cough, cough, cough! Damn it, aren't these Storybrooke characters a bit too strong!?" Loki complained as he stood up from the collapsed house, then spat out a cloud of dust that also permeated the surroundings. "That last hit reminded me of my mother's strict teachings… Tsk, it truly sends shivers down my spine."
Although Loki was complaining, it didn't delay his combat.
Facing Elsa, whose hands were wreathed in an ice storm, his mission was already complete.
A crimson magic energy climbed from Elsa's ankle upwards, seemingly as delicate as dodder, but after rapidly spreading throughout her body, Elsa completely lost control of herself.
Harley Quinn, who had been waiting for a long time, swung her bat and hit a home run, sending Elsa, who was controlled by Wanda, flying.
This was a real Adamantium bat. Let alone Elsa, even Dante would be hard-controlled for a few seconds if he took such a blunt hit to the head.
"Loki, you're still playing with puns on the battlefield? I think after this mission, you really should come to my psychology clinic. Even a madman like me thinks you're crazy!"
"Hahaha, it's good to be crazy!" Loki laughed instead. "I've already given up taking out my long-treasured magic dagger on such a grand battlefield, can't I be a little crazy?"
After speaking, his hands lit up with emerald magic energy.
Harley Quinn expressed no surprise at this.
Then she also rushed in the direction Loki was heading, carrying her bat.
Under the saturation bombardment, there were many low-health enemies waiting for her home run.
"Dr. Jack Bright, please sit tight. During the battle, I can only try my best to ensure your safety… These Kursed Warriors are a bit too strong."
Jack Bright's face was pained, but he didn't speak…
Because he couldn't.
If you were bound like a mummy by a magic energy, with your mouth thoughtfully sealed, you'd truly be seeing a ghost if you could speak.
He could only grunt with all his might, indicating that she could do whatever she wanted with him.
Then he simply closed his eyes.
When in doubt…
Sleep!
Anyway, if they weren't afraid of trouble or breaking human ethics, they could just find him another body!
Jack Bright knew very well that in terms of bottom lines, even Dante was a cut above the guys at the Foundation.
However, he didn't need to step into this minefield at all.
But he… just wanted peace of mind.
He was afraid that the reality-bending space appearing here was caused by reality benders who had drifted over from the Foundation Universe.
To be honest, this Universe was more interesting and vibrant than the Foundation Universe.
Compared to here, the Foundation Universe was like a grave that hadn't been completely filled in yet.
Although in his perception, no matter what Universe it was, it would eventually head towards the same end as the Foundation Universe.
Before that, he hoped the arrival of this end could be delayed a bit longer…
He liked the life of sunbathing with Fury and Professor X after finishing experiments.
He wanted to soak up more Sun.
Just as Jack Bright closed his eyes and gave up, an old man with golden eyes, yellow and white hair, and a strong scent of money, used a huge, heavy treasure chest as a weapon and smashed it down toward Jack Bright.
By the time Wanda reacted, it was already too late…
"Swish!"
Two Nightswords shot out, one pinning the old man to the wall, and the other splitting in half the treasure chest he attempted to use to take a life…
Yellow-gold coins scattered all over the ground…
"Mine! Mine! All mine!"
The old man disregarded the damage caused by the Nightsword, forcefully allowing the Nightsword to leave a visible hole through his heart.
He was clearly on the verge of losing consciousness, but his greed was stronger than ever before.
Even Hela, who had shot out these two Nightswords, couldn't help but frown and look at herself.
The heart's blood of this unprecedentedly greedy person splattered onto her arm.
But why would Hela care about blood on her person?
The enemy's blood is a warrior's medal.
Hela lowered her head, her eyes showing no sorrow or joy, and said to Wanda:
"You're falling behind, hurry up and catch up."
"Understood!"
Wanda nodded and chased after Harley Quinn, who had already rushed a considerable distance ahead.
But she couldn't help but look back at the old man again.
Can the extreme of greed make one abandon even life?
Jack Bright opened his eyes and grunted several times, finally attracting Wanda's attention, signaling her to release the energy protection and restraint on his mouth.
Wanda moved her finger, releasing some of the restraints.
"Phew, I can finally talk! Who wants to just give up and sleep when they can talk! Chatting is always good." Jack Bright had been holding it in for a long time, so he immediately opened up. "Grandet, a typical miser. He symbolizes 'the God of modern people, a boundless and ruthless God of Wealth.' Money is everything, naturally even above life."
"Why would such a person exist in Storybrooke Town?" Wanda's brows were full of questions.
"Agent Wanda, so-called 'fairytales' are never only about the good side."
Although Jack Bright had the body of a muscular man in his thirties, his tone occasionally resembled someone who had seen all the ups and downs of life.
Just by listening to his voice, he sounded quite like a wise man guiding the lost…
"Alright, Agent Wanda, my suggestion to you now is… to directly use a big move to jump into the pile of enemies at the very front and unleash damage. If you don't snatch some kills, your DKP won't be enough!"
Wanda thought for a moment, and although she didn't quite understand what Jack Bright was saying, she was open to advice.
So she channeled all the Chaos Magic within her body, flew into the air, and then crashed toward the front line like a meteor.
Which was right in front of Agatha's hotel.
"Boom!"
In an instant, dust flew everywhere.
This full-power burst actually caused a small-scale clear-out.
"Clap, clap, clap, clap."
A string of admiring applause came from inside the hotel door.
"Bravo! Truly worthy of being the girl personally bestowed Chaos Magic by the ancient demon god Chthon."
A woman with prominent curves, purple hair, purple clothes, and purple lipstick walked out of the hotel, applauding.
It was impossible to tell her true age, but she certainly wasn't as young as she appeared.
"So-called Chaos Magic is the oldest form of magic, completely unrelated to any other magic, and independent of other magic systems. It is the earliest primal light within the Universe's cognition and accidental events."
"Those strange, impossible life fires burning up, that is Chaos Magic."
She held a thick, dark gray book, not caring whether Wanda was paying attention, and just rambled on to herself.
"Madam, I am Federal Bureau of Investigation First Class Agent Wanda Maximoff. Regardless of whether you are the perpetrator of this incident, please remain silent, put down all items in your hands, and place your hands where I can see them!"
Wanda paused, then continued:
"We are not affiliated with the American Government, nor do we abide by the federal constitution and Miranda warnings. Our law enforcement authority supersedes all American agencies. Therefore, please do not offer futile resistance."
As she warned this suddenly appearing suspicious woman, her teammates had already gathered around them.
Thor steadily caught Mjolnir as it flew back into his hand from a distance, while rubbing his face, which had taken a kick from Little Red Riding Hood at the beginning, muttering:
"Although they are all strong, what I said at the beginning was still correct. Mass-produced goods ultimately cannot stop our advance."
"Come on, brother, if it wasn't for my help just now, you would have taken another kick in the same spot!"
Loki patted his older brother's chest, seemingly comforting but actually mocking.
"Thor, you're not reliving the feeling of being kicked in the face, are you?" Harley circled in front of Thor, revealing a sly smile identical to Dante's. "That Little Red Riding Hood is indeed cute, she's a beast-eared girl after all, maybe she hit your sweet spot?"
Agatha Harkness's originally calm, smiling face gradually began to twitch.
Couldn't these people just have a straightforward interaction between hero and villain before the final battle?
"Although I didn't hear it with my own ears, I just feel like someone is internally complaining about our Star Team's style."
A clear male voice came from the other side of the street.
The next moment, light merging red and green illuminated the earth.
"Bang!"
A perfect Superhero landing.
The Star Team didn't even need to look closely, even without the energy glow of the red and green rings, they could recognize Dante from his deliberately showy pose.
"Look in her hand! The Darkhold, disguised as Moon Girl, that old witch pretending to be young is holding my true form!"
The Darkhold, in the form of Moon Girl, wanted to leap over and fight Agatha.
But halfway through the jump, Devil Dinosaur caught him by the collar of his clothes.
"Good job, little dinosaur. I'll treat you to some feast later."
Dante gave the Devil Dinosaur a thumbs-up, and Devil Dinosaur made an OK sign with his short claws.
Then Dante turned his head and looked at Agatha Harkness.
"You went to great lengths to lure the Star Team here…"
"No, the Star Team is secondary."
Dante patted Wanda's shoulder.
"Actually, all you've ever wanted is Wanda, right?"
(To be continued.)
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