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Chapter 1796 Deep Sea Rescue
"Rogers—!!!"

Rumlow's mental roar was like a million poisonous needles, piercing Steve's already collapsing mind.

"I'm going to grind you...and that woman...into mincemeat!!!"

He completely disregarded his severe injuries, which almost ripped him open, and gave up any attempt to heal himself!

The extreme madness brought on by the Green Goblin serum completely dominated him!

He poured all his remaining strength and the last bit of deep-sea mobility granted by the Godzilla cells into that thick, long tail covered with bony plates!
boom!
Long Tail slammed violently against a huge collapsed rock beneath it!
The rock shattered instantly!

The immense recoil propelled Rumlow's mangled body into a black arrow, a mixture of blood, mud, and destructive intent. Ignoring the rubble and lingering mud between them, it hurtled relentlessly toward Steve's back, toward the equally mangled blue body, with a desperate determination to perish together!

Speed, as fast as the final bite of a dying viper!
Steve didn't even have time to turn around!

The skin on my back tightened instantly, and the chill of death felt like being doused with ice water!
The terrifying water pressure generated by Rumlona's desperate charge had slammed into his back like an invisible giant hammer!
Ten meters... the escape pod is just ten meters away! Natasha... her oxygen is running out...

That's too late!

It's too late!

In that final, critical moment!

An indescribable power, originating from the deepest part of his belief in protection, mixed with the final frenzy of Hulk's blood, the extreme squeeze of the Super Soldier Serum, and the dormant Titan's will within Godzilla's blood, exploded in Steve's shattered body!

He gave up crawling!

They abandoned all defenses!
The enormous head, flowing with blue blood, suddenly rose, its eyes, burning with molten gold and crimson flames, fixed intently on the pale green light in front of it!
He stomped hard on the mud with his badly injured left leg, while his intact left arm burst forth with unprecedented strength, grabbing hard at a twisted metal protrusion on the edge of the escape pod!

"Get up for me!!!"

The silent roar in my heart is like the cry of the beginning of the universe!
Boom!

Using the force of his left arm grabbing and his left leg stomping, Steve's massive body, despite the absolute viscosity of the deep sea and his severe injuries, was able to forcefully and physically defy the laws of physics to lift his heavy body out of the mud, like a boulder thrown by a catapult, and pounce on the nearby escape pod!
The movement was clumsy, heavy, and devoid of beauty, yet it carried a tragic and resolute quality that shook heaven and earth!
Just as his body left the ground!

boom--! ! !
Rumlow's battered body, charging desperately with destructive force, slammed into the spot where Steve had been just a second before!

The seabed rock layer below the impact point was as if it had been hit by a meteorite, and a huge crater was blown open!

The violent shockwave, mixed with shattered rocks and silt, spread out in a ring-like pattern!
Steve's massive body was violently thrown into the air by the terrifying shockwave of the explosion that was so close at hand!
Like a kite with a broken string, it tumbled and crashed towards the escape pod!

He tumbled through the air, his vision blurred, and excruciating pain surged through every nerve like a tidal wave.

But his enormous left hand, like the most precise mechanical arm, reached out towards the tilted escape pod with all its might, relying on the instinct honed from countless life-saving experiences, as it tumbled around!
Bang! ! !

A heavy, muffled thud.

Steve's massive blue body slammed heavily into the mud beside the escape pod, kicking up a cloud of black dust. His arm, his enormous, scarred left arm covered in blue calluses, acted like a steel-cast support, firmly and steadily holding up the heavy, wrecked bottom of the escape pod!

The immense impact caused the escape pod to shake violently, and the sounds of objects tumbling and Natasha's suppressed screams could be heard from inside.

"Natasha! Hang in there!"

Steve roared inwardly, as if this silent cry could penetrate the thick bulkhead.

He ignored the excruciating pain in his back as if it were being torn apart by the shockwave, and the groans that seemed to shatter his entire body.

The muscles in his left hand, which was supporting the escape pod, were taut to the limit, and the veins under his blue skin were bulging.

His only remaining right leg (the penetrating wound in the bend of his left leg made it almost impossible for him to put any weight on it) was deeply embedded in the mud, providing meager support.

He wanted to use his own body to create the last barrier for this fragile iron coffin!
His gaze passed over the escape pod and was fixed on the dust and mud billowing up at the point of impact.

There, the turbidity slowly settles.

Rumlow's mangled body, like a discarded rag doll, was half-buried in the blasted rubble and mud.

The huge wound in his waist and abdomen completely burst open, and dark, foul blood and broken internal organs were gushing out uncontrollably, forming a filthy mass beneath him that was constantly expanding.

The remaining vertical pupil was dim and lifeless; the raging flames within seemed to have been extinguished, leaving only an empty, dying blankness.

He twitched slightly, each twitch bringing forth more foul blood and the loss of life force. That desperate collision had exhausted his last strength and vitality.

ended?
Steve's nerves were on edge, and he dared not relax for a moment. He was breathing heavily, each breath aggravating his wounds, and blue blood kept seeping out from all over, mingling with the cold seawater.

His left arm, supporting the escape pod, felt as heavy as a mountain and trembled slightly. He spared a sliver of his senses, like the most sophisticated radar, to penetrate the thick walls and capture the faint yet vital life signal inside.

Boom...boom...boom...

Extremely faint, slow, like a clock about to stop ticking. It was Natasha's heartbeat, struggling to throb in the face of oxygen deprivation. She was still alive! But every second could be the end!

Go! We must get out of this abyss immediately!
This thought was like a shot of adrenaline injected into Steve's already collapsing body.

He tried to move, but the penetrating wound in his left leg and the excruciating pain throughout his body made it almost impossible for him to exert any force.

Even more terrifying, the backlash from forcibly detonating Godzilla's power began to surge back. He felt a cold, petrifying sensation originating from the depths of his bones spreading upwards along his injured right arm, as if to freeze and solidify his flesh and power together.

No! We can't stop here!
The belief in protection once again overwhelmed the pain and erosion.

He let out a low growl, like a wounded beast, and with his last remaining right leg, he stomped hard into the mud!
At the same time, the left arm supporting the escape pod groaned as the muscle fibers on the verge of breaking, using all its strength to lift it upwards!
Get up! Get moving!

(End of this chapter)