Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 721 Marvel's Great Crisis

Deep underground in New Mexico, the new Avengers headquarters is embedded in the earth's crust thousands of meters below the surface, like a doomsday fortress.

This place was once Iron Man's secret base, but it has now been converted into a command center to resist the threat of Apocalypse.

In the corridor, a team of nano-spider robots patrolled silently to ensure safety. The air circulation system emitted a low hum, mixed with the smell of metal and disinfectant, creating a suffocating atmosphere of impending battle.

The surrounding area was made of five-meter-thick vibranium armor plates, radiating a cold metallic luster. An automatic lighting system projected soft sunlight overhead, dispelling the eternal darkness. The corridor was lined with flashing holographic monitoring panels, displaying chaotic scenes from all over the world. The destruction of the new Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse was spreading, and the world was in crisis.

The entire space is vast yet oppressive, symbolizing humanity's last gasp in despair.

In the main conference room at headquarters, the superheroes gathered, and the atmosphere was very solemn.

Tony Stark slapped the holographic control panel, his face a mixture of exhaustion and anxiety: "Enough! Every second we wait brings Apocalypse one step closer to wiping out humanity! Strange, what's your result? Give me a straight answer!"

Doctor Strange floated in mid-air, his eyes taking in the cosmic landscape, his lips taut: "Many endings have taught me that bombing Egypt was a good move, but most of the time, the bombing went slightly astray."

"That tiny error could wipe out ten cities, that's the lives of tens of thousands of people, even if they were Egyptians."

Steve Rogers stood opposite Tony, his vibranium shield slamming into the ground with a heavy thud, his eyes filled with suppressed grief and anger: "Did you hear that, Tony? In the future Strange saw, how many innocent civilians were harmed because of our device to blow up Apocalypse! And! Even if it did blow up, are you sure that damned Apocalypse doesn't have any other backup plans?! Can you guarantee that?"

Before Doctor Strange could speak, Tony Stark interrupted Captain America, his voice rising and filled with sarcasm: "So you're going to gamble the entire planet, the billions of people who still have a chance to live, to save those poor wretches who are destined to be wiped out first? Steve! Look at the disasters happening all over the world! Because of your saintly heart, you'll plunge even more people into crisis!"

Wolverine leaned against the wall, his mood agitated. He scratched at the wall with his claws, the sound grating in his ears. "Charles's been controlled by that bastard alien! Wait? Wait for what? Wait for that machine made with his brain to turn us all into potted plants? Tony's right! I'd rather risk blowing that place up than let my old buddy die as a sex slave!"

Blade had been watching coldly, but his hand, which was wiping the silver blade, suddenly stopped. His sneer was sharp and cutting: "What a noble sacrifice! You bunch of people in those flowery bodysuits, you just love to lock yourselves in the cave and argue about who is more noble. Those monsters outside, turned into half-human, half-ghosts by Apocalypse, don't care whether you save or kill them. They just want to tear your throat and drink your blood dry!"

"The city with the Apocalypse Mutant Purification Tower is now a blood pool hell. Instead of arguing about how to deal with it, we should argue about who can shove Apocalypse's head up his ass first!"

He glanced around, his eyes filled with disgust. "I bet none of you have the guts!"

The flames above Ghost Rider's head suddenly flared up, blindingly bright, and his hoarse voice echoed threefold: "The sin of blaspheming the apocalypse has long filled the abyss! Bound souls are howling! The chains binding them are forged from the fear of the living! The chains must be broken! Let the fire of judgment burn that blasphemous tower! Not to add to the sin with mortal weapons!"

The fiery skull turned to Iron Man, the fire in its eye sockets seeming to interrogate him, "Your decision will overcrowd Hell!"

Luke Cage stepped forward, his tall frame standing between Ghost Rider and Iron Man, his muscles tense: "What I can't stand most right now is a saintly heart. Sacrificing a small number of people to save the lives of the majority is the best option. You can stand on the moral high ground and speak, but think carefully: are the remaining survivors furiously cursing us capable superheroes for not doing anything? Are they using their lives to agonize over a choice that even a child could make?"

"No matter what, choosing more options is the only solution!"

“If this is the only solution, and it requires sacrificing the lives of minority groups, then I can only say that you are being a bit too cruel. Maybe that’s just how Americans are, haha.” Black Panther’s sister, Suri, spoke with a sneer. Several heroes and villains from the Wakanda faction behind her agreed with her and stood behind her.

At that moment, Captain Marvel arrived beside Captain America. "If they can't guarantee that doing this will thwart Apocalypse's plans, then they might as well not do it! Instead of wasting energy, let's go straight for Apocalypse! I can definitely rip his head off!"

"No, let me go now!"

As Captain Marvel was about to take off, Doctor Strange quickly stopped her, "No! You're a key figure in many endings, but in many others, you're the first to die! You can't sacrifice yourself in vain!"

Captain Marvel was taken aback, but she clearly didn't believe Doctor Strange.

In her mind, Doctor Strange wasn't a fraudster posing as a charlatan. Rather, she believed herself to be the supreme being in the universe.

There are no enemies we can't defeat!

Of course, this excludes Stephen Fang's "fly-like" style, which is impossible to catch and impossible to fight.

Subsequently, three forces emerged on the field.

On one side is the hawkish faction, led by Iron Man, with Wolverine as his assistant, and including Deadpool and other heroes.

On one side are the doves, including Captain America, Black Panther, Shuri, the Fantastic Four, and Captain Marvel.

There are also centrists who disagree with everyone, have few ideas, but feel that neither side is quite right.

Among them, the original Spider-Man, The Amazing Spider-Man, Tom Holland Spider-Man, and Bruce Banner are representatives of this camp.

"Alright, everyone."

Bruce Banner stepped into the middle of the crowd and shouted in a helpless tone, "Everyone! Everyone! Calm down! Will arguing solve anything? If arguing could solve anything, humanity would have been wiped out long ago. Besides," he lowered his voice anxiously, almost pleading, "if you keep arguing like this, when he comes back..."

Banner cautiously gestured towards the door, mouthing a "shh" sign. He didn't even dare mention his name, only emphasizing with his mouth: "If he comes back and sees us still arguing like crazy..."

Banner shuddered at the thought of the scene, his face paling. He knew all too well Stephen Fang's temper and his tolerance for inefficiency.

Captain Marvel Carol was amused by Banner's cowardly behavior.

The resentment from the last battle in Manhattan instantly surged into my heart.

She whirled around Banner, “Stephen Fang?! Bruce Banner, when did you become his yes-man? Afraid of him?! Ha! You may be afraid of him, but I'm not! Who does he think he is!”

"Om-"

Before Captain Marvel's harsh words had even faded, the space in front of her suddenly began to distort strangely!
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, the center of the ripple bulged slightly, like a drop of water falling into a calm surface.

Swish!
The next second, a figure dressed in simple casual clothes, with his hands casually in his pockets, stepped out of the rippling space like a ghost and stood silently on the cold floor in the center of the command center.

"Someone's been talking about me? Well, here I come."

Stephen Fang glanced around at the three tense factions and clicked his tongue in disdain.

"My thinking back then was correct: if there were no superheroes in the world, then the vast majority of troubles wouldn't occur."

"Now tell me, who wants to be that soon-to-be-disappeared 'trouble hero'?"

(End of this chapter)