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

Tony didn't want to admit it, but there was really nothing to refute.

He turned and walked to the control panel, quickly swiping his finger across the projector to bring up a full tactical simulation chart.

"Alright, now that the humanoid battery has been upgraded into a humanoid arsenal, let's rearrange the tactics."

"Star-Lord is responsible for long-range clearing and close-range hard control, while the mobility of the Extreme Fox armor, combined with the Causality Iron Sword, makes it both offensive and defensive."

"Pietro's Speed ​​Force acts as a free agent within the time-freezing field, protecting Star-Lord and Coulson."

"Darcy's Slowdown and Tyrannomon's Gaia Cannon Barrel Area Clearance."

"Wanda and the Doctor focus on attacking the main body, while breaking the shield for damage output."

"Coulson is in charge of sustain and the ejection of the concept grenade."

"This plan needs to be optimized for rockets. I want a directional launch, not something that flies around randomly. I don't want anyone suddenly lying down and snoring in the middle of a battle!"

"As for that chair... I'll think of something else!"

"Perfect."

Tony pulled the last set of data from the tactical simulation chart and threw it onto the holographic projection wall in the center of the training field.

Sixteen operational lines, seven fire coverage zones, and three emergency response plans.

In addition, there is a "low-level code intrusion" scheme specifically designed to deal with the Time Spherical Seat...

Although this solution currently only has half of the cracked algorithm.

But a skeleton is enough.

"It will take at least three to four weeks for Transcendent Kang to digest the remnants of Immortal Kang and Ramatut and integrate the command chain of 40,000 elite variants."

Tony, with his hands in his pockets and chin slightly raised, glanced around at the people scattered haphazardly across the training field.

"Pietro, hurry up and master the precise control of the Speed ​​Force. Star-Lord, max out the combat data of the Polar Fox Armor. Darcy and Tyrannosaurus Rex, practice your combos..."

He snapped his fingers, and all sixteen movement lines on the projection screen lit up with green lights simultaneously.

"When he arrived, he was met with a meticulously planned massacre."

"Sir, I must remind you," Jarvis's voice came from the ceiling speaker, his tone unusually urgent.

"What's wrong?"

"The global air defense early warning network went into red alert status three seconds ago."

"What?"

Jarvis did not answer.

Because no answer is needed.

The alarm itself answered everything.

Ugh!

That was the highest level alarm from the central courtyard's joint air defense system, with a frequency so sharp it could penetrate concrete and steel plates.

The holographic projection wall in the training ground was forcibly switched to real-time satellite images.

Over New York.

The dimensional barrier was brutally torn open from the outside.

It's not just one opening, it's dozens.

The crack began to spread from the stratosphere directly above Manhattan, expanding to both sides along the curvature of the atmosphere.

A deep blue, high-dimensional energy surged from the edge of the crack, turning the entire sky into an eerie indigo blue.

Then there are warships.

One ship, ten ships, one hundred ships, one thousand ships.

Blue-purple Kangzhi Dynasty standard warships poured out from the crack, forming a well-ordered formation that blotted out the sky.

Every ship bears the same insignia...

The spiral pattern of time is the personal mark of the transcendent Kang.

The satellite imagery zoomed out, expanding the view from over New York to the North American continent, and then to the entire Northern Hemisphere.

Not just New York.

Washington, London, Tokyo, Moscow, Cairo...

Dimensional rifts appeared simultaneously over seventeen major cities around the world.

The total number of warships continues to rise.

Three thousand.

Five thousand.

It's still increasing.

"This isn't right." Jane was the first to realize, the data panel on her bracelet flashing wildly. "He should still be integrating the remnants, how could this be..."

"He didn't integrate it." Tony's voice was very low.

On the projection screen, Jarvis displayed the fleet's energy spectrum analysis.

The energy signatures of those warships were chaotic and inconsistent, containing at least three different eras of Kangzhi technology.

The remnants of the Immortal Kang, the remnants of Ramatut, and the main body of the Transcendent Kang.

There was no integration, no unified chain of command.

He directly brought all the forces he had absorbed onto the battlefield.

"That madman." Rocket jumped off Groot's shoulder, scratching the ground with his paws. "He attacked before he even finished digesting his own people?"

"Because he was scared." Tony's teeth were grinding together.

Kang, the Transcendent One, died a million times in the Transcendent Realm before finally emerging. He understands one principle better than any other version of Kang...

Giving the enemy time is digging your own grave.

His last encounter with the 7-star Bet showed him the rapid growth of these Midgard people.

He dared not wait any longer.

boom!

The dome of the Avengers headquarters emitted a piercing metallic groan under the pressure of some kind of high-dimensional energy, and dust fell softly from the cracks in the concrete.

In the very center of the satellite image, from the largest dimensional rift over New York, the last thing to emerge was not a warship.

It is a chair.

A blue-purple spherical seat floats 10,000 meters in the air, its transparent shield surface reflecting cold spots of light under the sun.

Kang, the transcendent one, sat upright, his right hand resting on the armrest, his left index finger hovering above a dark blue button.

He wasn't wearing standard Kang's armor.

It was a brand new combat suit, with densely packed time formulas flowing across its surface, and a blue core larger than a fist embedded in the center of its chest.

Within the core, one can see countless timelines intertwining, colliding, and annihilating.

That was something he brought out from beyond the realm.

"Global Time Freeze Force Field".

Jarvis's analysis results popped up, with a red warning box filling half the screen.

"His seat is synchronizing with the time engines of all the warships, and once activated, the coverage will extend to the entire surface of the planet."

"The countdown to the start date is expected... but it cannot be calculated."

The training ground was completely silent.

Just three seconds ago, the group was discussing how to fight a month from now, but now they are facing the catastrophic disaster of "they might all be frozen in the next second".

"Fuck."

Star-Lord stood up from the corner, the soda can slipping from his hand and rolling to the wall.

"He lacks martial ethics."

Tony ignored him; his brain was working at top speed, his eyes were darting around, and his lips were moving silently.

The rocket's seat code was partially removed.

Pietro had only practiced his Speed ​​Force precision control for two hours.

Darcy and Greymon only practiced their combo attack together once.

Everything was unprepared, but Kang arrived.

Jarvis.

"gentlemen."

"Call everyone back—those on base, those training in Asgard, those in outer space."

"Highest priority assembly signal has been sent."

"Pietro!"

"Huh?" Pietro, who was practicing the Speed ​​Force micro-management, turned his head with a start.

"What happened to the Anywhere Door you guys got in the draw?"

Pietro paused for a moment, then patted his pocket and pulled out a tiny pink door panel, no bigger than the palm of his hand.

"Lend it to me."

Tony snatched the door and slammed it against the wall of the training field.

The miniature door panel rapidly expanded on the wall, growing into a standard two-meter-high door in just two seconds.

On the other side of the door is the rooftop of the Avengers headquarters.

The wind from New York blew in, carrying with it the acrid smell of ozone and the distant, incessant air raid sirens.

Through the door frame, one can see the indigo sky and the dense outlines of warships.

And that blue-purple spherical seat high in the sky.