The Wittrum of the Marvel Universe

"what?"

"We can't get through!"

Tony looked ahead.

His face turned extremely ugly.

Because he saw it too.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters was clearly just tens of meters away.

But these tens of meters.

At this moment, it seemed as if it had become 100 kilometers.

Every step they took forward.

They all have to pay a huge price.

And the road they had just cleared.

It will be refilled in the next second.

"Then let's keep fighting!"

Tony shouted.

Steve gritted his teeth.

"continue!"

The Avengers are on the offensive again.

……

Time passed little by little.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Thirty minutes.

New York is completely engulfed in flames.

Almost all the vehicles on the street were destroyed.

The exterior walls of the high-rise buildings are constantly collapsing.

Countless shards of glass were scattered across the street.

Fire truck.

Police car.

ambulance.

They have all been paralyzed.

The regular troops finally began to enter the battlefield.

tank.

Armored vehicle.

Fighter jets.

Helicopter.

A large number of troops attempted to establish a defensive line.

But they were faced with the sheer number of Chitauri.

These things can only barely slow down their progress.

A fighter jet swept across the sky.

The missile locked onto a massive flying unit.

Boom!

The missile hit its target.

The monster fell.

But just as the pilot was preparing to pull up...

A beam of blue energy attacked from the side.

Boom!

The fighter jet instantly turned into a fireball.

The wreckage fell from the sky.

Steve looked up.

Chapter 133 Desperate Situation

The flame was reflected in his eyes.

He didn't say anything.

They simply raised their shields again.

Continue the battle.

Because there is no way out now.

……

How much is left?

Tony asked, panting.

"15 percent energy."

"Armor?"

"43 percent damage."

Tony remained silent.

"There are also weapons."

"Conventional missiles now account for less than 10%."

Tony looked into the distance.

"Where is that building?"

"One hundred and twenty meters away."

Tony gave a wry smile.

"One hundred and twenty meters."

He looked up.

In the sky.

The Zitarian army still pressed down like a dark cloud.

"We've been playing for so long."

"They've only made this little progress?"

Steve's voice came through the communicator.

"At least we're still alive."

Tony smiled.

"Captain."

"what?"

"Do you know?"

"I'm starting to think you talk like my therapist."

Steve ignored him.

He simply raised his shield.

"Prepare."

Here we go again.

Tony looked up.

Far away.

A new Zitauri army is advancing.

The number is at least several thousand.

And behind them.

There's more.

Steve's eyes darkened.

"Everyone."

"Prepare for battle."

Natasha changed to the last magazine.

Barton nocked an arrow.

Thor gripped the hammer tightly.

Hulk let out a deep growl.

Tony restarted the thrusters.

Everyone knows.

They have reached their limit.

But the enemy didn't.

The enemy remains endless.

Just then.

In the sky.

Suddenly a voice came from inside.

"Hahahaha!"

Loki Station is located on the top floor of a high-rise building.

Looking down at them.

"This is what you call the Avengers?"

His voice was transmitted throughout the entire battlefield through some kind of magic.

"Do you really think that a few people can stop an army?"

Tony looked up.

"Finally, you've made up your mind?"

Loki smiled slightly.

“Stark”.

"I know you."

"I know you too."

Tony raised his palm.