The Wittrum of the Marvel Universe

Tony took off again.

They don't know.

Just now.

Someone has already made a decision for them.

A decision they were completely unaware of.

A certain part of the sky.

A figure slowly floated up.

Leon looked down at the city in the distance, which had been stained red by the flames of war.

The wind blew his cloak.

His gaze pierced through the clouds.

Traveling a long distance.

It landed on that huge blue spatial rift.

"Zitarui".

Leon said softly.

And then later.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"It seems like today..."

"We need to be a little more serious."

next second.

Boom!

The air was torn apart in an instant.

A white sonic boom cloud exploded in the sky.

Leon's figure.

Disappeared.

And New York.

It is still burning.

The Avengers are still fighting.

The Zitauri army continued to surge out of the cracks like a tide.

Nobody knows.

That man who could change the entire battlefield.

They are already on their way.

And Nick Fury didn't know either.

That extremely humiliating phone call I just received.

What will this ultimately bring to the war?

But at least.

He ultimately did not press the red button.

People from New York.

There is still hope.

New York.

The sky has completely lost its original color.

blue.

black.

The orange-red of the flames.

Countless colors mixed together transformed this once brightly lit, sleepless city into a true battlefield.

The Zitauri people's spatial passages still float above the city.

The enormous blue crack resembled an open eye, continuously pouring an army from another universe into this world.

Warships.

Aircraft.

Soldier.

A huge creature.

Countless enemies poured out from the cracks.

In the center of the city.

The Avengers have reached their limit.

Steve Rogers kneels on one knee in the ruins.

His shield was covered in bloodstains.

My right arm is trembling slightly.

Blood flowed down his forehead, past the corner of his eye, and finally dripped onto the ground, which was already stained red with blood.

He slowly raised his head.

In front.

Another large group of Zitalian soldiers is approaching.

He's even too lazy to count the numbers.

Because it has no meaning at all.

They can't kill them all.

There are simply too many to kill.

Every time they clear an area, new enemies immediately fill it.

Just like seawater.

They swung their swords and chopped down a wave.

next second.

An even bigger wave will come crashing down from behind.

"Captain."

Tony's voice came through the communicator.

His voice was somewhat hoarse.

“I think we might need some… extra assistance.”

Steve gave a wry smile.

"You're only realizing this now?"

"I just want to give us an adjustment period."

"Are you all adjusted now?"

"Absolutely perfect."

Tony paused for a moment.

"The conclusion is..."

"We might really not be able to win."

Chapter 137 Annihilation

Steve did not answer.

Because right while he was speaking.

A massive Chitauri aircraft had already swooped down from the sky.

"Everyone!"

Steve shouted.

"Scatter!"

Boom!

A massive beam of energy crashed down.

The entire street exploded instantly.

Flames shot skyward.

Steve was thrown into the air by the shockwave.

Tony lost his balance in mid-air.

Thor was forced to use his hammer to block the impact.

Hulk was thrown over by the explosion.

Natasha and Barton rolled simultaneously behind a burned-out car.

Just a few seconds.

The entire Avengers alliance was broken up once again.

Tony burst out of the smoke.

The armor's alarms blared wildly.

"Five percent of energy."

He glanced down.

"Friday."

"gentlemen?"

"Should I start praying and playing around now?"

"If you have religious beliefs."

"I have."

Tony looked up.

"I believe that Nick Fury bastard better keep his word."

……

And at the same time.

Over New York.

Several kilometers away.

A figure floated silently above the clouds.

Leon looked down at the scene below.

His gaze pierced through layers of clouds.

I could see the entire battlefield.

They saw the Avengers fighting a bloody battle.