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Chapter 1774 Escape
A massive amount of energy is transmitted stubbornly to the surface of the sea through the water thousands of meters deep in the form of shock waves, thermal radiation, and infrasound.

Seawater is an excellent energy conductor, but an energy transfer process of this scale itself causes catastrophic distortions.

The sea was no longer a turbulent sea, but had fallen into a complete and beyond human comprehension of violence! The giant waves were no longer linear peaks and troughs, but formed water walls hundreds of meters high, like moving mountains!
These walls of water are not regular surges, but rather the product of countless chaotic, colliding super-crests superimposed, broken, and superimposed again.

The wave crests were torn apart by the gale (formed by violent evaporation and pressure difference) into a white, sky-covering mixture of foam and steam, like a blizzard engulfing the entire sea.

The terrifying heat transmitted from the seabed heats the surface seawater of a vast area to well above the boiling point!
However, under immense pressure, the seawater cannot boil; instead, it forms countless violently churning, extremely hot giant bubbles, as if the entire ocean were being scorched in an invisible furnace.

The steam column, like a giant white pillar connecting the sea and the sky, erupts one after another amidst the waves.

The roar of the behemoth, the energy explosion, and the ultra-low frequency sound waves generated by the crushing of rocks penetrated the water, reached the sea surface, and spread into the atmosphere.

This vibration, which is imperceptible to the human ear but strongly felt by the body, is enough to cause nearby ship structures to resonate, internal equipment to malfunction, and even cause exposed creatures to feel their internal organs churning and their minds to collapse.

The underwater nuclear-like flashes (breath collisions and explosions) shine through the churning seawater, reflecting eerie and unpredictable ghostly green (atomic breath), crimson red (red lotus breath), and the ghastly green light unique to gamma energy on the sea surface, rendering the raging sea and sky like a demonic realm.

On the edge of this apocalyptic sea, several escape pods, like leaves in a storm, were struggling desperately.

Captain America Steve Rogers' escape pod was subjected to immense water pressure and impact during its ascent in the deep sea, and is now covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

He gripped the fixed handle inside the cabin tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Each violent jolt caused his body to slam against the cold metal inner wall. Even with the physique of a super soldier, he felt his blood surging and his internal organs seem to shift.

Through the water-drenched observation window, he looked at the apocalyptic scene outside, his eyes filled with solemnity and worry, not only for himself, but also for his companions who were facing an unimaginable and terrifying enemy at sea, and for the innocent people along the coast who were about to be hit by the tsunami.

"Hold on! Stay on course!"

He roared into the communicator, his voice weak amidst the violent metallic clanging inside the cabin and the roar of the sea outside, but his composure as a leader was the only psychological support for the other crew members.

Black Widow Natasha Romanov's escape pod was in even worse condition, with what appeared to be a damaged thruster, spinning wildly in the waves.

She clenched her teeth, enduring intense dizziness and nausea, her hands flying across the control panel, trying to regain control. Sweat soaked her hair and clung to her pale face.

Each time the hull was tossed into the air by a giant wave and then slammed back down, she felt as if her bones were about to shatter. She glanced at the depth gauge and locator, calculating how far she was from the safe zone, and... when the next wave of impact from the underwater battle might arrive.

Hawkeye Clint Barton's hull was relatively intact, but he was intently maneuvering it, trying to avoid the deadly giant whirlpools and towering water columns on the sea surface.

His arms trembled slightly from the prolonged, high-intensity work. The adrenaline rush and heightened senses brought him to the peak of his perception of danger, but also placed a tremendous mental strain on him. "Tony! Report your location! There's a giant vortex above us!"

He shouted into the communications channel.

Crossbones Brock Rumlow, the Hydra agent, was also in a sorry state.

His escape pod seemed to be malfunctioning, and cold, radiant seawater was seeping in through a crack, quickly reaching above his ankles.

He cursed as he blocked the crack with his body while frantically pounding on the distress button, his face a mixture of fear of death and deep-seated hatred for the beast that had caused it all.

What mission, what stance—all seem so laughable in the face of absolute destructive power; survival becomes the sole objective.

Finally, breaking through the boiling sea was a golden-red hue that shone with an indomitable light even in the apocalyptic scene—Tony Stark's Mark armor.

However, this masterpiece, which embodies the pinnacle of human technological wisdom, is now emitting a terrifying groan.

From a depth of thousands of meters, where the pressure is enough to crush a submarine, being "blasted" back to the surface by the aftershocks of a battle at an almost out-of-control speed brings about a catastrophic change in pressure.

Even with the Mark armor's top-of-the-line active/passive pressure regulation system—including an instantaneously expanding buffer gel layer, a superconducting magnetohydrodynamic support structure, and high-speed pressure balancing valves—it cannot completely counteract this instantaneous, violent pressure shock.

Inside the armor, Tony Stark felt as if he had been thrown into the palm of a cosmic giant, repeatedly squeezed, kneaded, and tossed.

A tearing pain shot through my eardrums, as if a needle were stabbing me from the inside out. The sounds of the world became distant and distorted, leaving only the roar of my own blood rushing through my head.

My vision blurred violently, with double images and a jagged, indistinct look. The data on the HUD (Head-Up Display) flickered wildly, sometimes bright and sometimes dim. Every breath was incredibly difficult; my lungs and trachea felt like they were being rubbed with sandpaper, carrying a heavy, nauseating smell of rust and blood—a clear sign of slight bleeding in my internal organs (especially the fragile alveolar capillaries) under immense pressure!
Every bone and joint in his body was groaning in pain, and every tiny movement was accompanied by muscle spasms and sharp, stabbing pains in his nerves.

"Well--!"

An barely suppressed groan escaped from his clenched teeth.

"Sir, the external pressure has dropped to sea level, but your heart rate, blood pressure, and intracranial pressure are all at dangerously high levels. Inner ear vestibular system disorder, minor lung contusion, and capillary bleeding have been detected. Immediate administration of analgesics and stabilizers is recommended."

Jarvis's calm but noticeably faster voice rang out from inside the helmet. At the same time, on Tony's HUD, the curves representing his vital signs turned a glaring red, with multiple physiological parameters alarming wildly.

(End of this chapter)