He rushed over again.
This time, Thor did not wait for him to get close.
He raised Mjolnir, condensed lightning on the hammerhead, and then slammed it heavily against the ground.
The lightning Swirled outward with him as the center, forming a ring-shaped Impact.
No matter how fast Pietro was, he couldn't rush through that barrier before the Impact Swirled—he was forced to slow down and was beaten back a few steps by the Impact.
Thor stood up and looked at Pietro.
"I said, you are still far from ready now."
On the other side, Loki was facing Wanda.
Dark red energy danced at Wanda's fingertips, like a living snake slithering in the air.
She looked at Loki, and there was a complex, almost vigilant light in those eyes.
Loki stood opposite her, arms crossed over his chest, with a faint, mocking expression hanging at the corner of his mouth.
He raised his hand, and green magic light condensed at his fingertips: "A very interesting ability, let me see to what extent you can achieve."
Wanda did not flinch; she raised her hand, and the dark red light gushed out from her palm, turning into tentacles that wrapped around Loki.
Loki dodged sideways, and the green light turned into a magic blade, slashing at those tentacles.
The dark red and green lights collided in the air, bursting into dazzling light.
Wanda took a step back, her face turning somewhat pale.
She could feel that this man's magic was much stronger than hers.
Her ability was chaotic, wild, and out of control.
And his magic—precise, elegant, every bit of power used to the point.
"You…" Wanda's voice was a bit tight, "Who on Earth are you?"
Loki looked at her, and a rare, almost tender light flashed in those emerald-green eyes.
"A… Traveler." He said softly.
Although he came to Earth to see his sister, he was indeed traveling around now. Loki thought about it, and saying this was not a problem.
Wanda was slightly stunned.
As the God of Trajectories, Loki saw through Wanda's confused and hateful gaze at a glance.
Loki smiled with pursed lips and said: "You were used by HYDRA. They gave you power and told you this is your 'mission'. But you know, that's not true."
Wanda's hands trembled slightly.
"You don't actually want to hurt others, do you?" Loki said, "But you have no choice."
Wanda's eye sockets turned red: "How do you know?"
Loki lowered his hand, and the green magic light went out.
"But today, you have the power to choose."
Wanda looked at him, something flashing in those eyes. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but right at that moment—
A golden-red light descended from the sky.
Mavuika landed between the two of them.
She looked at Loki, and then looked at Wanda: "Resolved?"
Loki nodded. "Almost."
Mavuika turned her head to look at Wanda. Those amber eyes were calm and warm, like the rising Sun.
Wanda subconsciously took a step back.
She could feel it—this woman's power was stronger than anyone she had ever seen.
Not just a little bit stronger, but strong to an incomprehensible degree.
"You…" Wanda's voice was shaking a bit.
Mavuika looked at her and smiled gently.
"Don't be afraid." She said: "We are not here to DMG you."
Wanda was silent.
In the distance, the battle between Pietro and Thor also stopped.
Pietro stood in a ruin, panting, with blood on the corner of his mouth and several burns on his body.
Thor stood opposite him. Although he also took a few hits, he looked much better than him.
Thor looked at Pietro. There was no hostility in his eyes, only a kind of… pity.
"You are strong," Thor said, "but you used it in the wrong place."
Pietro gritted his teeth. "You think I want to?"
Thor was slightly stunned.
Pietro lowered his head, his voice becoming very low. "We have no choice."
The battle was over.
From the very moment Mavuika and the other two arrived at the battlefield, the battle was already over.
HYDRA's forces were retreating steadily in the counterattack of Natasha and Clint Barton.
Without the support of the Maximoff siblings, those soldiers were simply not the opponents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent.
One by one, they were subdued, arrested, and killed.
Alexander Pierce stood in the command center, looking at those disappearing red light spots on the holographic projection, his face turning livid.
His plan had failed, the helicarrier was destroyed, the Maximoff siblings were subdued, and HYDRA's forces were routing.
He turned around, preparing to leave.
Then he saw the person standing at the door.
Fury.
Fury stood at the door holding a gun in his hand, that single eye looking at Pierce with a cold gaze.
There was blood on his clothes—not his, but the enemy's—and there were a few abrasions on his face, but he stood straight like a pine tree standing tall in the storm.
"Alexander Pierce." Fury's voice was low and calm.
Pierce looked at him and remained silent for a few seconds.
Then he smiled.
In that smile, there was bitterness, unwillingness, and a sense of relief like liberation.
"Nick," he said, "you always arrive faster than I expected."
Fury walked into the room, the muzzle of his gun always aimed at Pierce's chest.
"Your plan is over."
Pierce spread his hands: "Maybe. But HYDRA will not perish because of the fall of one person. You chop off one head, two will grow back."
Fury looked at him: "Then continue, chop them one by one until they can no longer grow back."
Pierce was silent.
He lowered his head, looking at his hands—the hands that had once signed countless orders and decided the life and death of countless people were trembling slightly at this moment.
Then he raised his head and looked at Fury.
"Do you know why I do these things?"
Fury didn't speak.
Pierce continued: "This World is too chaotic. War, hunger, disease, hatred—humanity keeps repeating the same mistakes. I just want to… make it orderly."
"By killing people?" Fury's voice was icy.
Pierce smiled bitterly. "Sometimes, sacrifice is necessary, you should know this very well."
Fury looked at him, noncommittal.
For this sentence, Fury actually agreed with it; he was never a rigid person pursuing justice.
On the contrary, if sacrificing some people could save the vast majority of people, he would do it without hesitation.
"But not in your way, such a method is not called sacrifice, this is Carnage."
Pierce was silent for a long time.
Then he sighed softly. "Maybe."
He raised both hands.
"I surrender."
At the other end of the corridor, Steve dragged his exhausted body and finally arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.
There were new scratches on his shield, bruises on his face, and blood at the corner of his mouth.
His left arm was injured in the battle and had no strength, but he did not stop.
Beside him was Bucky.
Bucky's eyes had returned to clarity, and Wanda's mind control had been lifted.
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