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Chapter 168 The Battle of New York (Part 9)

Based on the route guidance provided by Jarvis, Li En confirmed the docking location.

He controlled the Demon God Armor to take two steps back, leaning his back into the docking slot on the front of the push-back backpack.

A few loud clicking sounds of metal locks echoed through the street.

The several latches inside the backpack snapped shut simultaneously, completing the structural fusion with the spine structure of the Demon God Armor.

His voice came through the helmet speaker, cold and steady.

The excitement that the new toy had stirred within him had been completely suppressed beneath his armor: "Thank you all for your help on this journey."

"Yes, ally! Leave it to me!"

Thor spun Mjolnir with his right hand, and the hammer's rotation speed increased.

It spun around for dozens of times, eventually reaching hundreds, and the surrounding air was churned into a visible white vortex.

He released his grip, letting Thor's hammer drag him straight into the sky.

As his body ascended, it began to emit increasingly dense blue arcs of electricity.

First, jump outwards from the arms and shoulders, then the entire torso and legs.

Finally, even the strands of hair crackled with electricity.

For a fleeting moment, his eyes turned a pure, deep blue, like two swimming crystals filled with brilliance.

Dark clouds began to gather in the sky.

These are not naturally formed cumulonimbus clouds, but thunderclouds that have been forcibly pulled out of the ionized particles in the atmosphere.

The clouds started spreading outwards from directly above his head, pressing down lower and thicker.

It changed from light gray to dark gray, and from dark gray to an almost black ink-like color.

Every inch of cloud was constantly churning, rubbing against each other, and releasing increasingly dense dark lightning.

The citizens who were still fighting on the ground stopped pulling the trigger.

Nick Fury, who was still directing operations aboard the space carrier, stopped turning the page.

Everyone saw that ominous dark cloud that shouldn't have appeared in this season, at this time of day, and in this sky.

It swallowed the sun whole, plunging the entire city into a gloomy, grayish-blue hue.

Thor hovered directly beneath the dark clouds, holding Mjolnir.

Every inch of his armor was emitting arcs of electricity that were no longer just pale blue, but almost incandescent white.

He opened his mouth, his chest bulged, and his vocal cords burst out with a loud shout.

"I am—Thor, the God of Thunder!!!"

The sound was like a giant hammer forged by lightning, causing the entire cloud layer to sink downwards.

Then the black thundercloud he summoned, which covered half of Manhattan, released all the stored electrical energy in an instant.

A thick bolt of lightning, estimated to be nearly 100 meters in diameter, was surrounded by an ion halo that kept breaking and reforming.

It cleaved straight down from the depths of the clouds, striking Mjolnir, which Thor held aloft above his head.

The shockwave rippled outwards from the point of impact, extending over a radius of several kilometers.

All the Chitauri spacecraft's energy cores simultaneously overloaded and failed, as if they had been slapped back to the ground from high above by an invisible hand.

The electric arc circulated wildly within Thor's body for several seconds before he swung his hammer violently.

A sphere of electric grid, with himself at its center, expands outward.

With a deafening high-frequency hum, it enveloped everything still floating in the air within a radius of several thousand meters.

Anything that touches this electric grid.

Zeta Swiss soldiers, infantry aircraft, troop transports, and even half of a Leviathan that had just poked its head out of the space tunnel.

They were all burned to ashes within a fraction of a second of contact, and were directly melted into liquid by the high temperature brought about by the power of Thor drawn by Thor.

Then it was completely vaporized in the continuing-spreading shockwave.

This large area of ​​enemies high in the sky was wiped out in one go.

"Now!"

Li En activated the rocket boosters on his back.

Several thick white plumes of flame erupted simultaneously from the nozzle, and the sonic boom created a shallow crater more than ten meters in diameter on the ground the instant it took off.

The acceleration curve of the Demon God Armor shows a violent increase that completely disregards energy consumption.

It hurtled straight up into the sky along the window Thor had cleared with lightning, breaking the sound barrier in a very short time.

Tony Stark flew close to his left front, alternating between his palm cannons and shoulder-mounted micro missiles.

Knock away all enemies who try to approach Lee En from blind spots.

He didn't say a word, and all the tactical information on the head-up display in his helmet was being updated at an extremely fast speed.

His attention was pushed to the limit, so focused that there was no room for any other thoughts other than protecting Li En.

On the ground, Natasha and Barton exchanged a glance.

Then they ran to the roadside and overturned a motorcycle that was still running.

Patton kicked the handlebars to straighten them, and Natasha climbed onto the back seat.

The engine roared as it launched itself, heading down the street toward another area where fighting was still raging.

They lack air combat capabilities; this is not their battlefield.

The Chitauri remnants still putting up a stubborn resistance on the ground are where they can play their greatest role.

Steve stood at the entrance of the burger shop, looking up at the rapidly shrinking red and black dot of light in the sky.

He gritted his teeth, and his left arm, gripping the shield, tightened instinctively.

"Captain! So you've been here!" A cheerful voice came from the street corner.

Steve turned his head and saw Peter Parker rushing towards him, carrying a bulging metal box.

Jessica followed closely behind him, the electric arcs on her boxing gloves still crackling and not completely dissipated, clearly indicating that she had also fought her way here.

Peter ran up to Steve, slammed the box down, and exclaimed with barely suppressed excitement, his voice matching his expression: "Captain! This is the equipment Mr. Tony asked me to bring you. He said it's a newly made flight backpack!"

"Tony? I just asked him and he said he hadn't made it for me yet." Steve frowned, squatted down, and opened the box.

Inside the box was a set of folding metal flight wings and a mechanical forearm armor with an extremely simple appearance.

He took the back wing out of the box, fastened it to the standard tactical interface on his back, and then put the iron arm on his left forearm. The buckle automatically engaged and locked.

He stood there, looking at the pair of wings on his back that hadn't yet unfolded, and then looking down at the mechanical armor on his left arm.

He didn't know how to use it.

This thing has no buttons, no joysticks, and not even a touch sensor area.

Jarvis's voice came from the miniature speaker on the side of the Iron Armor, his tone polite and restrained: "Mr. Steve, this device is a flight assistance prototype that Mr. Tony quickly produced based on your combat data. It is still in the experimental stage."

It now needs an initial acceleration to trigger the adaptive flight control system.

Simply put, you need to use a sufficiently large external force to launch yourself into the air, after which it will automatically take over your flight attitude.