Marvel's whitewashing cop, you want me to save the world?

Chapter 172 The Battle of New York Thirteen

Li Enyue entered space and detached from the mothership.

The surrounding escort ships and the Zeta Swiss soldiers in space did not spare any forces to stop the flagship, which was already slowly sliding toward Earth.

They just kept chasing Li En, shooting at him relentlessly.

Those Zeta Swiss soldiers probably had never experienced having their command post destroyed.

I don't know which objective to deal with first in this situation.

So, instinctively, I chose the nearest, most pesky little thing that was still running around everywhere.

"Mr. Li En, your demon transformation time is running out. We suggest you plan your return route immediately."

Jarvis's voice rang out again from inside the helmet of the Demon God Armor.

Li En looked back and saw that half of the flagship had already passed through the spatial rift.

Its size was so large that it was almost the same as the diameter of the crack, and the edge of the ship scraped against the inner wall of the crack, creating rings of purple spatial turbulence.

He dodged a few more pulse beams before speaking: "Jarvis, did you notify Tony? Tell him not to completely destroy that thing, and not to let the government people go up first."

"Rest assured, Mr. Li En, Mr. Tony has informed Mr. Thor to assist on the ground in towing the flagship to the designated sea area."

Mr. Li En, your demon form has only one minute remaining. We suggest you return to base immediately.

Li En glanced at the red countdown number on the helmet's head-up display.

He dodged another volley of fire, then asked, "Jarvis, I just checked the specs of this armor. If its reactor explodes, does it have the power of a nuclear bomb?"

Jarvis remained silent for a moment.

This pause itself is unusual.

For a super AI, silence is measurable, and this silence is not short.

"Sir, the Demon God Armor prototype is equipped with the most powerful arc reactor that Mr. Tony has created so far."

Based on existing data modeling, if an overload explosion were to occur, its yield would be roughly equivalent to the simultaneous detonation of two standard nuclear warheads.

Li En grinned.

He maneuvered the Demon God Armor to turn it around, facing Earth, and re-ignited the thrusters.

The remaining conventional propulsion energy was poured into the nozzle, and the Demon God Armor drew an arc in space, heading straight for the blue and white planet.

"Jarvis, in fifteen seconds, push the Demon Armor's reactor to overload and detonate it."

Jarvis did not respond this time.

But in the center of Lee's helmet's head-up display, a prominent countdown timer popped up:

Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen.

When the countdown reached ten seconds, Li En popped open the cockpit canopy and jumped out of the Demon God Armor's cockpit.

Its demon-like wings suddenly unfurled in the vacuum, propelling it towards Earth at an accelerated pace.

He has less than a minute left to live in a vacuum.

The demon armor receded further and further away from him. The red and black metal shell suddenly expanded and then exploded the moment the countdown reached zero.

After the dark blue, arc-shaped reactor core overloaded, it released a pure white arc of light.

The beam of light surged outward from inside the armor, creating a spherical shockwave.

It swallowed up all the Zeta Swiss soldiers, frigates, and floating debris that were chasing after him.

The moment the shockwave caught up with Li En's back.

He felt as if an invisible giant hand had slapped him hard from behind.

In that instant, all the internal organs shifted by a fraction of a centimeter.

Even more terrifying, he discovered that the demonic armor covering his body was rapidly fading away.

Time is almost up.

"What the hell? Are you kidding me?"

His demon form was reduced to a thin layer of skin protecting him, and he was still a short distance from the outer edge of the atmosphere.

Whether it's the extreme cold of the universe or the shockwave from the reactor explosion spreading behind us.

Even this nearly depleted demonic armor could be fatal.

He opened his mouth as if to call out the name of the Ancient One, but the sound could not travel through the vacuum.

The dungeon cooldown hasn't finished yet.

Is this the end?

Li En was very calm, without the fleeting emotions that come with death, nor any resentment.

He has done what he wanted to do and what he should do.

This life wasn't particularly brilliant, but it was certainly fulfilling.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a golden halo burst open in front of him.

Li En's demon form had disappeared by this time, leaving him completely unable to move, and his body was covered in a layer of white frost.

The aperture shone in reverse towards him, and he slammed heavily onto the ground.

In front of a burger joint in Manhattan.

The floor tiles he smashed still retained the shape of the dent he had created half an hour earlier when he took off.

There were just a few more piles of Zeta Swiss soldiers' remains and a pile of shell casings around.

The Ancient One stood beside him, looking down at Li En, who was lying face up, his chest heaving violently.

He spoke calmly, "It seems you have no other trump cards left, Mr. Lee En."

After she finished speaking, she casually drew a portal in the air, and golden flames lit up and then went out at her fingertips.

She turned and stepped through the door, disappearing completely.

All that remained in the air were a few slowly drifting golden sparks and a very faint smell of heated dust.

Li En lay there, looking at the spot where the teleportation portal had closed, and pursed his lips.

He pushed himself up from the ground and looked up at the sky.

The spatial rift that had been pouring the Chitauri army into Earth was no longer sending out new enemies.

At the energy output port of Stark Tower, he could vaguely see a petite figure standing up from beside the device, carrying something.

That's Natasha; she's already removed the Tesseract from the device.

The continuous energy supply from the Cosmic Cube was lost, and the reactor explosion had just caused disturbances to space itself.

The crack is collapsing towards its center at a visible speed.

Blue fragments of light, constantly breaking off from the edge of the crack, drifted down from the sky like shards of glass, dissipating into the air before even hitting the ground.

The instant the rift was completely healed, all the Zeta Swiss soldiers who were still stubbornly resisting scattered throughout the streets of New York simultaneously lost their signal source from the mothership.

They floated in mid-air on their aircraft, still holding their energy rifles, but their bodies were no longer moving.

Then one by one they crashed off the aircraft.

It crashed onto the sidewalk tiles, onto the roof of an overturned car, and onto the dome of a church.

Like a sudden downpour that was paused.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the sky, there was the Chitauri flagship, which was nearly ten kilometers long.

He was being dragged along by thousands of unmanned Mark armors, along with Thor, slowly moving towards the ocean.

Countless white jets of flame from the propellers anchored on either side of the ship.

At the very front of all the white trails of flame, a figure constantly shooting blue arcs of electricity gripped the metal armor directly below the bow of the ship with both hands.

The hammer spun at his waist, and with each acceleration, it caused the entire flagship to shift a few meters further toward the ocean.

Spaceship, acquired.