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Chapter 1800 Nuclear-Powered Thigh (1800 chapters! Requesting monthly tickets and rewards!)
The golden-red and deep blue light flickered with difficulty in the boundless, dark abyss, like two stars swaying in a storm.

Tony's Mark armor's thruster nozzles were burning to near incandescence, the particle stream violently evaporating the seawater, forming a continuously churning and expanding cloud of milky white bubbles, emitting a muffled roar like rolling thunder.

Inside the armor, the hum of the alarm was almost drowned out by the roar of the engine.

"Sir, the thruster core temperature is critical! Continued overload may cause permanent damage or meltdown!"

Jarvis's warning rang out inside Tony's helmet, calm yet tinged with barely perceptible urgency.

"Damage is damage! As long as it can still breathe fire! Keep going!"

Tony gritted his teeth, sweat trickling down his forehead and being quickly absorbed by the internal circulation system.

He could clearly feel the heart-stopping creaking sound coming from the armor shell, the groan of the top-grade alloy under the dual torment of terrifying water pressure and its own extreme output.

His life support system was compressed to a minimum, and a chill began to seep into his body from his limbs, but all his will was focused on the propulsion vector in front of him, on the cold hull that held the lives of his comrades.

On the other side, Steve Rogers, in his guise as the "Deep Sea Titan," is enduring unimaginable physical strain.

Each powerful stomp on the seabed rock was accompanied by a dull, explosive roar and the shattering collapse of the rocks.

His mutated legs, thick as stone pillars, had muscle fibers that vibrated at high frequencies like superconducting coils. Each contraction unleashed a terrifying force comparable to the propulsion of a small nuclear submarine, stirring up huge vortices that propelled the heavy escape pod upwards.

However, this power comes at a price.

"Uh—ho!"

With each exertion, Steve forced out a painful growl from deep in his throat.

The deep-sea adaptability brought by Godzilla cells reached its limit under high pressure and intense energy output. On the dark blue skin surface, the edges of the fine scales began to seep out strands of viscous, almost inky black blood, like oil squeezed out by high pressure, which was instantly torn into fine blood mist by the violent water flow and dissipated.

What's even more frightening is that the conflict between the two forces within the body has not truly subsided.

The raging energy of the Hulk blood surged and crashed through his veins like uncontrolled lava, while the cold, tough Godzilla cells tried to bind and transform this power. The two forces engaged in a tug-of-war within his body, and each burst of power felt like tearing his nerves and internal organs apart.

The excruciating pain gnawed at his will like a maggot clinging to his bones.

His enormous hand was gripping the metal exterior of the escape pod, the sharp alloy edge deeply embedded in the keratin layer of his palm, even piercing the softer mutated tissue beneath, the blue blood seeping out mixing with the cold seawater.

But he seemed oblivious to the physical pain, his entire focus concentrated on resisting the tearing of the torrent, maintaining his own stability as an "anchor," and providing that crucial, continuous propulsion.

In his eyes, which were made deeper by the mutation and whose pupils were vertical slits, burned a pure light of will belonging to Steve Rogers—perseverance! Protection! Never give up!
"Jarvis! Escape pod status? Natasha's vital signs?"

Tony struggled to keep the car moving while yelling questions.

In his field of vision, the readings representing Steve's vital signs fluctuated violently, and several key physiological indicators lit up with glaring yellow warnings, which made his heart tighten.

"The structural stress of the escape pod remains at the edge of the danger threshold, but no catastrophic deformation has occurred. The Romanov agent's vital signs are weak but relatively stable, and the life support system is still operating at a minimum. Oxygen reserves remaining: 19%."

Jarvis reported quickly.

"Warning: An abnormally high frequency fluctuation has been detected in the Captain's biofield, and the energy output efficiency is showing a downward trend. This is presumed to be due to an intensification of internal energy conflict."

"Damn it!" Tony's heart sank. Steve was their biggest "engine" right now; if he couldn't hold on first...

"Smurf! Did you hear that? Take it easy! Don't blow yourself up first! We still need your 'nuclear-powered legs'!"

He tried to relieve the pressure with his usual banter, and also tried to remind Steve to pay attention to his own condition.

Steve did not respond.

Or rather, he was unable to respond.

All energy is used to combat pain and maintain power output.

He simply looked into Tony's armor mask through the murky seawater and churning bubbles with his eyes burning with willpower.

That one glance speaks volumes—keep going! Don't stop!

At this moment, another change occurred!
"Warning! New stress crack detected in the escape pod's outer shell! Coordinates: starboard side, below, near the captain's grip area!"

Jarvis's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

Tony and Steve's eyes instantly focused!
Below the outer wall of the escape pod, which was gripped tightly by Steve's giant hand, a thin, menacing tear in the metal suddenly appeared like a black lightning bolt!

Clearly, the tearing of the raging torrent, Steve's immense grip, and the fragility of the escape pod itself under the enormous water pressure all contributed to this fatal structural damage!
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A visible, extremely fine yet deadly stream of high-pressure seawater, like an ultra-high-pressure water jet, shot into the newly formed crack in an instant!

The cold, dark seawater, carrying destructive pressure, began to relentlessly invade Natasha's last refuge!

"Do not!!"

At the same time, Tony and Steve felt a desperate cry erupt in their hearts.

"Sir! The cabin pressure is rising rapidly! Seawater is infiltrating at an extremely fast rate! The Romanov agent's life support system is under immediate threat!"

Jarvis's warning was like a death knell.

"Block it! Block it now!"

Tony's mind raced, almost exploding.

In the deep sea at a depth of 10,000 meters, conventional methods are completely ineffective when faced with such tiny yet deadly cracks!
Welding torch? Too late, and the environment doesn't allow it!
Sealant? It would be washed away instantly under such water pressure!

Almost instinctively, at the critical moment, Steve made a reaction that shocked even Tony!

He let out a low growl, and with a sudden burst of even greater strength, he gripped the escape pod tightly with his left hand, firmly stabilizing the pod.

At the same time, his huge right hand, covered with dark blue scales and hard keratin, suddenly released its grip on the cabin structure, and then, with an almost self-destructive determination, slammed into the crack that was gushing seawater!

boom!
There was a dull thud.

Steve's enormous hand, along with part of his tough, mutated wrist and forearm, pressed down on the crack like a living, incredibly strong plug!

(End of this chapter)