He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Planet Bet7.

Suddenly, the sky was torn apart, and an invisible hand ripped the entire sky open from the middle, revealing a churning ocean of blue-purple energy beneath.

The crack is still widening.

Ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters.

Until half the planet's sky was swallowed up by that rift.

"What is that?!" Pietro stopped in his tracks, tilting his head back as far as he could.

A face emerged from the crack.

To be precise, it is a holographic projection.

Purple armor, bluish-gray skin, a piece missing from the left half of the mask, revealing bloodshot eyes underneath.

Kang, the Transcender.

That face occupied most of the sky, overlooking the tiny battlefield on the ground.

The projection resolution was high enough to clearly see his cracked skin and scars.

He didn't speak.

He simply raised his hand.

hum!

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone could feel it.

The vibrations came from the soles of my feet, and the pressure surged from deep within my bones.

Numerous points of light began to emerge from the edges of the crack.

That's not a point of light.

That's a person.

Tens of thousands of figures poured down from the crack, each clad in heavy, purplish-black armor, with the same emblem engraved on every suit of armor.

A neat array spread out across the planet's surface, stretching from one end of the horizon to the other.

Elite variant Kang.

These are not the mass-produced ragtag soldiers of the past, but elite troops, each one of whom has been selected and strengthened.

"one two three……"

Peter Parker's Zirubas armor automatically activated the tactical counter.

The numbers jumped around very fast.

Three thousand.

Five thousand.

Twenty thousand.

At 37,000, the armor's processor emitted a piercing beep.

"At least...at least forty thousand or more." Peter's voice was dry.

"I am Groot." Groot's tone was low.

"Even if we can't win, we have to fight."

Patton gripped the Amber Bow tightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the enemy ranks.

His fingers were trembling slightly, and reason told him that this magnitude had exceeded the capacity of all tactical options.

However, what's strange is the behavior of the two elders.

The Immortal Kang withdrew his silver-white force field and slowly took three steps back.

Ramatut's dark gold scepter hung down, his expression obscured by bandages.

Stop and retreat to the formation.

"They were scared."

Loki's voice came from the left wing, with the Golden Requiem hovering behind him, his golden vertical pupils staring at the giant face in the sky.

"It's not that they're afraid of us, it's that they're afraid of him."

Doctor Strange's hands remained in the magic circle pose, the orange-gold light reflecting off his taut face.

"Strange, do you know this Kang?"

Steve used his shield to knock aside a wounded soldier while shouting at Doctor Strange.

"I don't fully recognize it," Doctor Strange said quickly, "but I've seen fragments of this variant's records in the timeline."

"His name was Kang the Conqueror, I think. The three elders joined forces to exile him to the deepest part of the quantum realm."

"The three elders joined forces?" Wanda's bird-headed staff was still pointing forward, dark red energy dancing at its tip. "Then how did he get out?"

"That's the problem."

Klee punched the last charging soldier away and shook the dust off her hands.

"A guy who can crawl out of a place like that is beyond what can be measured by normal standards."

On the sky, the holographic projection of the transcendent Kang finally spoke.

The sound came from all directions, not loud, but it drowned out all the explosions and screams on the battlefield.

"Seventeen million deaths."

"More than three million rebirths."

"I remember the pain of the last time every time."

His gaze swept over the Avengers on the ground without lingering, then moved to the two elders.

"Kam the Immortal, Ramatut."

Did you ever imagine this day would come?

Kang the Immortal's silvery-white force field lit up again, but this time it was not in an offensive posture, but in a defensive one.

Ramatut gripped his scepter tightly, his body enveloped in a dark golden light.

Harry's voice came through the communication channel from behind, sounding visibly anxious.

"Everyone, my computing system just went into overload."

"The total energy of those 40,000+ elite variants... I can't calculate it because the data volume is too large; two processors burned out."

"But I can tell you a simple conclusion."

"Given our current numbers and condition, our chances of winning are... zero!"

You could hear a pin drop.

An eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield.

Tens of thousands of elite variants stood in neat square formations, neither moving nor firing, simply standing there.

This sense of oppression is even more unbearable than a direct confrontation.

Pietro's blue energy flickered on his body, and he shuffled his feet on the ground as if he wanted to rush out, but Wanda grabbed his wrist.

"Don't be impulsive," Wanda whispered.

"I know," Pietro bit his lip, "but standing there waiting to die is even more unbearable."

Banner's golden aura had diminished to a minimum, and he stood silently in place.

"Bruce, can you still fight?" Steve stepped back to his side.

"I can fight," Banner's voice was somber, "but I can no longer look out for you."

Frank sheathed his black light giant blade, and the aura of the Eight Gates Formation also subsided.

He raised his hand, popped a Senzu Bean, glanced at the battlefield, and then looked at Steve.

The two looked at each other for a second without saying anything, but they both understood what the other was looking at.

We can't win.

Steve, shield in hand, parried and repelled several remaining soldiers who were still putting up a stubborn resistance, before retreating to Loki's side.

Loki.

"Um?"

"Tony and the others were dragged into the Quantum Realm by Centurion and haven't come back yet," Steve said in a low voice. "Rocket, Gamora, Quill, Fury... they're all in there."

"Our current combat strength is insufficient."

Steve held his shield in front of him, his gaze passing over Loki's shoulder, looking at the dark mass of variant formations in the distance.

"I'm prepared to have Vision open a portal so we can retreat to Midgard and discuss this further."

Loki's eyes flickered, and the Golden Requiem floated behind him, its golden light casting a warm hue over the surrounding rubble.

"Withdraw?" Loki's lips twitched.

"The prince of Asgard should not make meaningless sacrifices," Steve said calmly.

Loki was silent for three seconds. He looked up at Kang the Beyonder's giant face on the sky, and then at the Avengers behind him who were still fighting.

Peter Parker, Barton, Wanda, Pietro, Banner, Frank, Thor...

Everyone is holding on.

"Okay." Loki nodded, his voice very soft.

"Vision!" Steve shouted into the communicator.

"receive."

Vision's voice came from above, and the Mind Stone on his forehead began to gather energy.

At that very moment, Kang Dong, the one who surpassed others, moved.

He extended his index finger, pointing in the direction of the Immortal Kang and Ramatut.

"kill!"