Manhattan.
The sky was dyed an ominous grayish-brown.
Thick smoke and dust obscured the Sun.
Only that eerie blue spatial gate, like the eye of a demon, coldly overlooked the human hell below.
"Everyone, rally to me! Use Madison Avenue as a defensive line, establish interlocking firing points! Don't let them break our formation!"
Steve Rogers's voice, clear through the tactical communicator, reached every Police officer and soldier still fighting.
His voice had a power that could calm people's hearts.
The Captain slammed his Vibranium shield into the face of a Chitauri soldier, using the momentum to flip over, the edge of the shield slicing across another enemy's throat.
His movements were clean and precise, without any unnecessary flourish.
Every strike was a battlefield killing technique honed through countless trials.
There were too many enemies.
Like an endless tide.
They submerged the streets and crawled all over the buildings.
The Captain could feel his stamina rapidly depleting, and the muscles in his arms ached from overexertion.
He glanced not far away.
That White figure, like a ghost, stirred up a bloody storm among the Chitauri ranks.
Moon Knight, Marc Spector.
His fighting style was the complete opposite of Captain America's, full of raw, undisguised brutality.
The crescent darts in his hand were like the God of Death's scythe, precisely harvesting lives.
He didn't even bother to block.
He allowed energy beams to hit his White battle suit, blessed by an Egyptian deity, then tore enemies to shreds with ten times more ferocious methods.
He wasn't fighting.
It was more like a bloody sacrifice.
The Captain frowned.
He felt uncomfortable with this unnecessary cruelty.
But now, he needed any power he could use.
High in the sky.
In Tony Stark's vision, the flashing red alarm lights were already dazzling him.
"Sir, energy is below seven percent, the right thruster is thirty percent damaged, high-intensity maneuvers are not recommended."
Jarvis's voice was calm, devoid of any emotion.
"Received, Jarvis, play some heavy metal music for me, the louder the better."
Tony said this while performing an extreme barrel roll, dodging the concentrated fire of three aircraft.
"Also, help me call my good friend Rhodey, ask him when the air force party starts, otherwise the cake will be gone."
Before he finished speaking, a heavier, more metallic gray figure whistled in.
The shoulder-mounted weapon spewed destructive Fire, instantly turning the three aircraft pursuing Tony into exploding fireworks in the sky.
"Your party invitations are always so late, Tony."
War Machine, James Rhodes's voice came through the communicator.
"But it looks like I haven't missed the best part yet."
"Rhodey! You're just in time!"
Tony's spirits lifted.
"The air is yours, I need to go down and deal with a few big guys."
He dove down, flying towards a Leviathan rampaging below.
On the ground.
Each swing of Thor's Mjolnir summoned violent lightning, electrocuting a large area of Chitauri into charcoal.
He stood like an unshakeable deity in the center of the battlefield.
Unlike the dazzling brilliance of these core Avengers members.
On the edges and corners of the battlefield.
More figures were fighting to protect this city.
Peter Parker felt his web-shooters were almost overheating.
He wasn't focused on killing enemies like the others.
Most of his energy was spent on rescuing civilians trapped in ruins and crossfire zones.
"Hey! Over here! Quick! Follow me!"
He used his web to stick to a falling billboard.
He shouted hoarsely at a group of panicked people below.
He guided the people to the relatively safe subway entrance, then immediately swung to another crumbling building.
He saw a desperate mother holding a child, and an old man who had fallen to the ground.
A sense of responsibility weighed heavily on his heart like a mountain.
This was his first time facing such a large-scale disaster, and he suddenly felt how small his power was.
"Need help, Little Spider?"
A deep voice sounded behind him.
Peter turned to see the Black man whose skin was like steel.
Luke Cage.
He was single-handedly holding up an overturned bus with his body, creating an escape route for the civilians below.
The Chitauri energy guns only sparked insignificantly when they hit him.
"Tha...thanks!"
Peter said gratefully, then unhesitatingly rushed into the bus and carried out a man with a trapped leg.
On the other side.
Near St. Patrick's Cathedral.
This became a temporary shelter for survivors.
And guarding it were two completely different Lights and Shadows.
"Tandy, right! Three!"
Tyrone Johnson's voice came from the Shadow.
Tandy Bowen took a deep breath and pushed her hands forward.
Two Daggers made of pure light energy flew out.
They precisely pierced the chests of three Chitauri soldiers trying to rush into the church.
Her face was a little pale.
Using her abilities on such a large scale was extremely draining for her.
"Bring them over!"
Tandy shouted at Tyrone.
Tyrone's figure instantly appeared next to a family trapped in the ruins nearby.
His wide Cloak, like the wings of night, swallowed the family of three.
The next second, he had already brought them to the safe area at the church entrance.
Dark teleportation, this was the most efficient rescue method.
The two of them, one responsible for killing enemies and the other for rescue, cooperated seamlessly.
Hawkeye Clint Barton stood on the roof of a building, calmly firing arrow after arrow.
Each of his arrows had a different function.
Explosive arrows cleared dense infantry.
Electric shock arrows temporarily paralyzed aircraft.
A precise armor-piercing arrow even shot through the eye of a Leviathan.
His partner, Black Widow Natasha Romanoff, was like the most deadly scorpion on the street below, using the Chitauri's own weapons to eliminate one enemy after another.
They were mortals, yet in this war of gods and demons, they shone with their own Light.
"Roar—!!!"
Hulk's roar and Abomination's bellow became the most striking background sounds on the battlefield.
These two giant monsters had completely gone berserk.
Their competition escalated from simply hunting Leviathan to an all-out destruction race.
Abomination lifted an entire Chitauri war vehicle and smashed it like a baseball towards the spatial gate in the sky.
Hulk, unwilling to be outdone, jumped onto a building, broke off the signal tower on the roof, and threw it like a javelin.
North Brother Island.
William leaned comfortably in a chair next to the medical pod.
The huge screen in front of him was divided into dozens of small windows, each broadcasting a different corner of the Manhattan battlefield in real-time.
His expression was not like someone watching an apocalyptic war.
It was more like he was reviewing the progress reports of various projects under his company.
William's internal abacus clattered.
This battle not only allowed him to get rid of Madame Hydra, a major hidden danger, but also unexpectedly completed his physical super-evolution.
Abomination was his employee.
Cloak and Dagger were also his employees.
Spider-Man, Moon Knight, and Defenders, most of them had signed contracts with him.
Rounding it up.
Half of the heroes saving New York today were "Rodriguez Risk Management Company" business associates!
This was simply the most awesome free advertisement in history!
He had even thought of the post-war promotional copy:
Do you want your city to be free from alien invasions?
Do you want to get the highest level of security when the end of the World comes?
Rodriguez Risk Management Company, your trustworthy choice!
We don't just provide insurance, we also provide... heroes!
The more William thought about it, the more pleased he became, as if he could already see a lot of U.S. dollars beckoning to him.
Just then, on the Helicarrier, Nick Fury connected to an encrypted communication.
On the screen, a serious-looking man in a suit, exuding authority, appeared.
A World Security Council member.
"Director Fury, we have seen the situation. The Avengers project is a failure, you cannot control the situation." The man's voice was as cold as steel.
"Give me some time, Mr. Councilman, we are turning the tide!" Fury said in a deep voice.
"We don't have time."
The Councilman coldly interrupted him.
"The Council has voted to authorize a tactical nuclear strike on the Manhattan area. A fighter jet carrying a nuclear bomb has already taken off, you cannot stop it."
Fury's single eye instantly widened, a cold chill rushing from his feet to his head.
This was all HYDRA's conspiracy!
"You lunatics! You are committing murder!"
"No, Director." The Councilman's face was expressionless, "We are... cutting our losses."
The communication was unilaterally cut off.
Fury stood stiffly in place, he looked at the figures still fighting valiantly on the screen, looked at the city being protected by countless lives, and suddenly felt a deep-seated powerlessness and anger.
His greatest enemy had never been the alien invaders.
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