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

A blue-white orb of light exploded from Kang's chest cavity, three times more powerful than the combined bombardment of Wanda and Darcy.

However, this explosion did not spread outwards, but rather collapsed inwards.

Within seconds, the sphere of light shrank to the size of a pinhead, and then tore open a two-meter-long spatial rift at the spot of the light.

On the other side of the crack was a pitch-black void.

Kang, the Transcendent, was blasted by the shockwave of the explosion, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices. However, he didn't even bother to wipe the blood away and simply turned around and crawled inside.

From detonation to tearing open the crack to drilling in, it was all done in one smooth motion.

The crack closed the instant his heel disappeared, and the spatial fluctuations refracted back and forth in the vacuum region several times before finally returning to calm.

Ran.

The conqueror, who traversed countless timelines, chose the most undignified method after being utterly defeated...

They blew up their own core as cover, then slipped away.

"Wardfa? He's been holding back for so long just to escape?"

Rocket's cigarette butt fell out of his mouth.

Pietro's golden lightning crackled in place. He turned to look around, and after confirming that the crack had completely disappeared, three question marks appeared above his head.

"Jarvis, track the signal." Tony's voice was icy cold.

"Sir, the spatial rift has been completely closed."

"The opponent used a self-destructive detonation to tear open a random dimensional channel, which has no fixed coordinates and cannot be tracked."

Translate this into plain language.

"The path he chose was random; even he himself didn't know where the crack led."

There was a two-second silence.

"This guy... I thought he was going to unleash some amazing move." Tony gritted his teeth.

A strange blank space appeared on the field.

The head coach has run away.

But the war was not over.

Thousands of Kang variant soldiers remain on the surface and in orbit of this desolate planet.

Although the warship disintegrated due to the removal of its energy core by Kang, most of the variants, wearing independently powered blue-purple armor, still possess combat capabilities.

The variant army, having lost its command center, initially fell into brief chaos.

Some frantically scanned spatial coordinates in place in an attempt to rebuild the communication link.

Some picked up their time-based weapons and aimed them haphazardly in all directions.

Some were desperately trying to activate their individual teleportation devices to escape.

"Attention all."

Steve Rogers' voice came through the communication channel.

"The commander-in-chief has fled, and the enemy army is leaderless."

"All personnel mobilize, clear the area within three minutes."

hum!

Chakra surged from Steve's dantian, flowing along the meridian network to his hands.

His hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals...

"Fire Release!"

His chest expanded violently, the super soldier's lung capacity compressing the air to its limit.

"The great fire is extinguished!"

A semi-circular burst of flame erupted from its mouth, reaching temperatures so high that even rocks vitrified instantly.

The flames swept across the nearest variant square.

The thirty-seven elite variants of the blue-purple armor had no time to react; the armor shells softened, deformed, and melted under the extreme heat.

After the flames subsided, all that remained of the square formation was a patch of glassy ground emitting bluish smoke.

the other direction.

Frank Castle ripped off his bulletproof vest, and the Blacklight virus spread from his body, covering his entire body in dark red bio-armor within three seconds.

His arms transformed into two giant flesh and blood blades, each over two meters long, with dark red light patterns unique to the Blacklight Virus flowing across their surfaces.

The Punisher never wastes words on the battlefield.

He simply strode forward and rushed into the nearest variant cluster.

The first strike was a sweeping motion.

The three variants' waist armor was severed in the middle, and the upper and lower sections remained in a gun-holding posture as they separated in mid-air.

Frank showed no mercy, and with a wave of his hand, he devoured the opponent's flesh and blood.

The second cut is a vertical slash.

A variant attempting to raise and aim a time weapon was sliced ​​in two along with the two-meter-thick layer of rock beneath his feet.

The remaining variants finally realized what was happening and focused all their firepower on Frank.

More than a dozen dark blue time weapon rays hit simultaneously.

Frank's Blacklight Armor had several fist-sized dents punched into its surface. He glanced down and saw that the dents automatically repaired themselves within two seconds.

Then he continued walking forward.

One step, one set.

Never stopping.

Hulk pulled a twenty-meter-long warship wreck beam from the ground, held one end in each hand, and then pushed it forward like he was sweeping the floor.

Ding ding ding ding!

The mutants were swept away along with their armor, colliding with each other in mid-air and crashing into the mutant horde further away.

bowling.

Full marks.

Darcy rode on the back of WarGreymon, skimming low over the battlefield.

The golden crystal at the tip of the Tyrannosaurus's tail trailed a long arc of light, leaving a scorched trench and a trail of smoking wreckage in its wake as it swept across a cluster of variants.

"How should I put it..." Darcy pushed up his glasses, "It's like playing a hack-and-slash game?"

Tyrannomon snorted in agreement.

on the ground.

Doctor Strange opened six portals, precisely teleporting the Variant Horde, which was trying to escape in different directions, directly in front of the Hulk.

The variant, which had just fallen out of the portal, was still disoriented.

A 20-meter-long crossbeam had already swept across.

"Thanks, Master," Hulk said in a muffled voice.

Doctor Strange nodded slightly, his cloak fluttering behind him.

three minutes.

Before Thor could even raise his hammer, there were no enemies left standing on the battlefield.

"..."

Thor, holding Mjolnir which he had just lifted, awkwardly stopped in place.

He turned and looked around; everywhere he looked were smoking wrecks and variants lying on the ground.

"You didn't even leave me a drop of soup?"

No one answered him.

High in the sky, Star-Lord sheathed his rusty iron sword back into its scabbard at his waist.

The red and white armor of the Extreme Fox Armor dissipated from its body. The moment the visor detached, a gust of wind rushed in, carrying the smells of burnt food and ozone.

He took a deep breath and his shoulders slumped down.

I'm exhausted, really exhausted.

But the sense of accomplishment from "kowtowing seven times to the transcendent Kang" was enough to suppress all fatigue.

A high-frequency vibration came from beneath my feet, rapidly approaching.

Pietro abruptly stopped from the golden afterimage, his boots carving two sparking arcs in the scorched ground.

His mask had been removed, revealing his face, where his hair stood on end due to the electric arcs from the Speed ​​Force.

The two stared at each other for half a second amidst the wreckage.

Then raise your right hand at the same time.

Snapped!

The sound of clapping was particularly crisp in the silent battlefield.

"Not bad, space slacker."

Pietro grinned, showing his teeth.

"You're not bad either, Lightning Head."

Star-Lord rubbed his still numb wrist.