He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Ninety-seven point three percent.

It was practically an impregnable fortress.

But Li Ang noticed the ordinary prefix.

He looked up at the crack in the sky.

The second wave of Parademons' red dots were so dense that even the gaps were invisible, but in the middle of that red, there were a few dots of light that were a different color.

Purple?

"Elite." Li Ang narrowed his eyes.

Seven elite demon-like beings at the Celestial Master level or above were mixed in with 30,000 cannon fodder.

Darkseid's move wasn't stupid.

Use sheer numbers to wear down the duration of the canopy, then use elite troops to tear open a gap.

"Tony." Li Ang pressed the communication button.

"I saw them," Tony's voice came from six thousand meters above the ground. "Seven purple ones, right?"

"Don't let them touch the sky."

"Don't worry." Tony's lips curled into a slight smile beneath his mask. "I still have backup to show up."

A lazy, irritating voice suddenly interrupted the communication channel.

"You promised to be the grand finale, can't you guys stick to the script?"

Loki's voice.

"Okay, the stage is yours."

Li Ang picked up his teacup and found it was empty, so he simply poured in a can of iced cola that he had redeemed through the system.

"It's time for me to make my move!"

Loki corrected him, his tone so arrogant it could make someone's nose twitch with anger.

Thirty thousand demonic red fire points pierced the atmosphere and crashed into Longhu Mountain in free fall.

The second wave.

it has started.

The moment the first batch of Parademons crashed into the golden sky, the sky above Mount Longhu turned into daylight.

The collision of golden light and black carapace produced a continuous series of muffled thuds, and every Parademon that touched the surface of the sky was scorched by the golden runes, screaming in agony.

But they don't retreat.

Parademons have no concept of fear; driven by the will of the swarm, they relentlessly crash into the sky, using their bodies to consume the energy of that golden barrier.

One, ten, one hundred, one thousand.

The golden light in the sky began to dim visibly.

"The old master won't last much longer." Li Ang looked at the decreasing curve of the celestial energy on the system panel. "The theoretical value is twenty-two minutes. At this rate of consumption, it will last at most fifteen minutes."

But that's enough.

Because Loki has arrived.

A verdant spatial rift tore open in the sky on the west side of Longhu Mountain, and Loki stepped out from it.

The embroidered robe fluttered in the night wind, and the golden horned headdress reflected the afterglow of the sky.

"Look at this scene."

Loki stood in mid-air, looking down at the overwhelming black tide, his expression not one of fear, but of excitement.

He clenched his fist in mid-air.

A golden point of light emerged from between his fingers, rapidly expanding into a human-shaped phantom...

It is entirely golden, with a blurred face, horn-like extensions on its head, and hollow, deep eyes.

Gold Experience Requiem.

The double appeared fully behind Loki, slowly raising his hands.

"You pests that fell from the sky."

Loki raised his chin and spoke to the swarming Parademons in a tone that looked down upon ants.

"Let this monk show you what it means to return to the starting point."

The golden hands pushed out an invisible ripple.

The ripples spread out silently, and when they came into contact with the swarm of demonic creatures colliding on the outer edge of the sky, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The demonic movements stopped.

Rather, their biological processes have begun to regress.

The black carapace softened and retracted into its body.

The strong limbs atrophied and degenerated into soft, fleshy strips in the form of larvae.

The fierce compound eye dimmed and degenerated into primitive photoreceptor cells.

Everything about them was reset to zero.

Three seconds ago, it was an incomparably ferocious Apokolips war beast; three seconds later, it turned into a pile of grayish-white flesh that had no offensive capabilities and could only wriggle.

"Unable to reach the truth."

The Parademons want to attack? Let's go back to the starting point.

Want to assimilate? Go back to square one.

Want to evolve? Or go back to square one.

The first batch of three hundred Parademons that charged forward were all turned into worm-like waste within two seconds.

They slid off the surface of the sky and fell to the ground like raindrops.

"Oh dear, gravity can still reach it," Loki shook his head regretfully. "It's not elegant enough."

But he didn't stop.

As Loki unleashed Requiem, a chaotic ball of magical energy condensed in his left hand. A spatial spell.

The ball of light exploded, and four spatial rifts simultaneously opened in the sky around him.

"It's your turn to step in, everyone."

A boy who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old emerged from the first crack, wearing a green short coat.

He clutched a dagger in his hand, his face displaying the cunning characteristic of a young man.

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie with gold and green accents emerged from the second crack.

He wore a campaign badge on his chest and looked arrogant and confident.

What crawled out of the third crack was... a crocodile.

It is entirely dark green, with a miniature golden horned crown on its head.

An elderly man with white hair slowly emerged from the fourth crack. He wore a faded old robe, held a silver staff, and his eyes held the wisdom and weariness of a thousand years.

Five Loki.

Standing under the night sky of Longhu Mountain, facing the second wave of 30,000 demonoids charging.

"Alright, the rules are simple." Loki flicked his sleeve. "Whoever kills the most gets to enjoy life in this world."

Young Loki was the first to move.

The dagger twirled at his fingertips, his figure vanished into the void, and the next second he appeared in the middle of a group of demonoids, the blade slicing through the throats of seven or eight before disappearing back into the shadows.

President Loki snapped his fingers, and more than a dozen holographic projection clones spread out from behind him.

Each clone could unleash substantial magical attack, blurring the lines between the nearby Parademons and their counterparts.

Loki the Crocodile opened his mouth wide and spewed out a concentrated beam of chaotic magic that pierced through the bodies of an entire row of Parademons.

Then, swishing its tail, it charged into the swarm of insects, its iron-like scales leaving no trace of the Parademons' claws.

The elderly Loki stood quietly in place, his staff gently tapping the void.

An illusion of a city rose from beneath his feet.

A colossal castle of frost giants appeared out of thin air in mid-air. The horde of Parademons rushed toward the phantom castle, piercing through the illusion before falling into the spatial folding trap that old Loki had set up...

The interior of the folded space was a chaotic void, and any Parademons that entered were obliterated.

The five Lokis each displayed their unique abilities.

On the ground, everyone was stunned.

"One Loki is disgusting enough, five?"

Gong Qing pushed up his cracked glasses, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Is this even something a human could do?"

Gao Ning crouched behind the cover, but he found that he couldn't get involved at all.

"This person's strength is terrifying."

Xia He remained calm, but as she looked up at the arrogant figure in the sky, she said something thoughtfully.

On the communication channel, Thor's voice sounded so sour it could squeeze lemon juice out of you.

"Tch, it's just a clone technique, my mom taught me that."

"Shut up."