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

Coulson spoke in a flat tone, his manner of reporting data exactly the same as when he submitted his quarterly reports to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Star-Lord's body visibly relaxed.

The bio-amplification field inside the Extreme Fox Armor lit up, clearing away all the fatigue substances accumulated from the backlash, and the physical fitness index jumped from 71% back to 98%.

He swung his sword-wielding arm and rotated his shoulder twice.

"Comfortable."

But the three bubbles are only a semi-finished product; the crucial final step is still missing.

"Make way!" A burst of wild laughter echoed from mid-air.

A golden lightning bolt flashed.

Pietro vanished in a blur, circling around.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

His body quickly transformed from a golden afterimage into a continuous golden band of light.

The inner edge of the light band just grazed the outermost layer of the time-freezing force field...

The layer of dark blue ripples was trying to expand, but it was being forcefully rubbed apart by Pietro's Speed ​​Force, causing sparks to fly.

High-dimensional electric arcs accumulate wildly through friction.

One.

Two paths.

Three paths.

Three golden lightning bolts shot out from the inside of the light band, propelling themselves into the air along the arc Pietro had planned.

The first lightning bolt struck the first bubble.

Boo!

The bubbles twitch and expand.

The color changed from dark red to deep purple, and dense golden lightning patterns appeared on the surface.

Its size has increased from that of a volleyball to that of a basketball.

Three deep purple "concept grenades" floated and took shape under the dark brown sky of the desolate planet.

They do not emit light, do not generate heat, and do not radiate any energy that can be detected by conventional instruments.

But Jane's bracelet kept popping up red warnings from 300 meters away.

"The dimensional distortion index has exceeded the limit!" Jane's voice came from the communication channel.

Three hand grenades hovered silently in mid-air.

Rocket Raccoon emerged from behind Tyrannomon, carrying a specially made launch tube twice the length of his body.

The outer casing of the launch tube was covered with crooked and messy modification marks, and there was a graffiti drawing of a grinning raccoon head, next to which were four letters written crookedly in red paint... BOOM.

The rocket jumped onto a protruding rock and rested the launch tube on its shoulder.

The scope was aimed at the blue-purple spherical seat ten thousand meters in the air.

"hey-hey!"

The laughter was shrill, thin, and arrogant, making one's teeth ache just listening to it.

"The hardest chair in the universe?"

Rocket licked his lips, his right index finger resting on the trigger.

"I like it fried until it's hard."

Three deep purple concept grenades are sequentially drawn into the magazine by the traction field of the launch tube, where they rotate, accelerate, and lock in place within the tube wall.

A purple, dimensionally distorted stream of air shot out from the tail of the launch tube, shaking the rocks beneath the rocket and causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear.

Rocket Raccoon closed his left eye, pressed his right eye against the scope, and gripped the base of the spherical seat tightly with the crosshairs.

"Ballistic calculation complete."

His voice suddenly lowered, his arrogance diminished by seven-tenths, and the remaining three-tenths turned into calm.

Rocket is a madman, but he's a meticulous madman.

He gripped the trigger with his right index finger and pulled it back half a centimeter.

"Number One, here we come."

Bang!

The launch tube recoiled violently, pushing the rocket back two meters, its soles carving two streaks of sparks across the rocks.

The first concept grenade detached from the magazine.

The deep purple sphere took a strange deflection the moment it left the launch tube...

First, it made a sharp 90-degree turn to the left, then drew an irregular "S" shape, and then suddenly accelerated straight up to the top of the sky.

There is no physical trajectory to follow.

Inside the spherical seat, Kang Gang, the Transcender, broke free from the hard control of the seventh time he had knelt down to catch a blade.

His high-dimensional perception frantically processed data, trying to capture the trajectory of the incoming object.

Failed.

In the tens of thousands of analyses per second, his brain encountered an "unpredictable" object for the first time.

"Dimensional transfer!"

Kang slammed his hands on the armrests of the seat, activating the blue and white shield of the spherical seat at full power, while the time engine on the base roared to start the dimensional jump program.

He's going to run.

Jump into the crevice of another dimension to escape this thing.

A dimensional tear appeared at the bottom of the seat...

too late.

The first concept grenade completed its final irregular change of direction, slipping into Kang's blind spot.

boom.

The concept grenade's explosion does not produce sound waves, shock waves, or heat.

On the base of the spherical chair, the densely packed time formulas began to peel off.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the blue and white shield, and what emanated from the cracks was not energy, but nothingness.

"No!"

Kang roared and his fingers flew across the control panel on the seat, trying to restart the shield.

"Number Two Bullet".

The sound of rockets could be heard again.

Bang!

The second concept grenade was launched from the launch tube, and its trajectory was even more insane than the first one...

It first plunged headfirst into the ground, then rushed upwards along a path that completely violated aerodynamics.

Kang's higher-dimensional perception failed again.

He cannot predict, dodge, or interfere using any means of time management.

The second grenade hit the left side of the seat base.

The left half of the base collapsed, exposing the core components of the time engine, which were emitting pungent smoke.

The dimensional rift was forcibly closed when it was only halfway open.

Kang was trapped in place.

"Number three bullets."

The rocket grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

Bang!

The third one.

The trajectory is the simplest.

Seventy percent of the seat's shield was broken, and the time engine on the base was emitting black smoke.

The dimensional jump function is offline, and the output power of the time freeze force field has plummeted to three percent of its initial value.

The third concept grenade flew in a straight line for two seconds and struck the very center of the seat base.

Splash!

The blue and white shield of the spherical seat started from the point of impact at the base, and cracks spread upwards along the spherical surface, covering the entire shield surface in 0.3 seconds.

Then, it shattered.

The shield fragments did not scatter; they turned into blue-white dust the moment they left the sphere, and were pulled towards the ground by the gravity of the barren planet.

The spherical seat lost all its protection, the time engine at the base exploded completely, and black smoke billowed out from every seam.

Kang, the transcendent, and his broken chair that could no longer fly, fell from a height of 10,000 meters.

The flowing time formulas on the surface of his new combat suit had dimmed considerably, the blue core light on his chest flickered, and the output power plummeted.

Without the amplification effect of the seat, his own high-dimensional energy reserves are far from sufficient to maintain the time-freezing force field.

The deep blue ripples quickly faded in the sky above the desolate planet.

Time resumed its flow.

During the fall, Kang frantically mobilized his remaining high-dimensional energy, rapidly condensing a shield on his body surface.

boom!

He crashed onto the deck of one of his own warships.

The deck was dented, the metal was deformed, and sparks flew everywhere.

Kang, who had been lying at the bottom of the pit, used the deck to push himself up.

My knees are shaking.

It wasn't because of the injury, it was because he had knelt too many times.

Seven times.

He was forced to kneel seven times by a broken iron sword.

The chair was shattered by a bubble.

It was shot down from the sky by a raccoon using a makeshift launcher.

His dignity wasn't just shattered; it was ground into powder and sent into the atmosphere.