Super God: If I punch you, you will die

He growled.

The cursed warrior witnessed the deaths of countless dark elf soldiers and watched as countless warships crashed, exploded, and turned to dust.

Anger burned in my chest.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with rage; he needed blood to soothe the anxiety in his heart.

"Roar--"

The cursed warrior stomped his foot on the ground.

The ground beneath their feet cracked open, creating a crater several meters deep that left everyone speechless. The cursed warrior's body materialized and hurtled towards them.

His sleek dark alloy armor accentuated his perfect lines, and the pair of eyes behind his goggles were as sharp as blades.

Qi Lin remained calm.

She reached out her fair arm, and the space around her rippled.

A slender, jet-black sniper rifle appeared in Qi Lin's hand; this was the sniper rifle Lin Yan had given him.

[Divine retribution]

Whoosh!

A bullet pierced the air, breaking the sound barrier in an instant, transforming into a streak of azure meteor, tearing through the air with unstoppable force as it hurtled toward the cursed warrior.

The cursed warriors are unstoppable.

He growled in a low voice, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Its earth-shattering momentum was truly astonishing.

"Useless, just a mere gun..."

The cursed warrior's indestructible body is impervious even to missiles, let alone an ordinary sniper rifle.

boom!

The bullet struck the cursed warrior.

The cursed warrior felt as if he had crashed into a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and was sent flying backward uncontrollably.

Then came a loud bang.

His body slammed into a building in the distance like a cannonball, instantly collapsing half of the house.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, the cursed warrior let out a roar, barely managing to stand up before he could react.

Suddenly I saw a woman's face.

Rumble!

With a flying kick, Qi Lin sent the cursed warrior crashing to the ground once more. His eyes were filled with horror; how could this petite woman unleash such astonishing power?

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Suddenly.

This scene shocked everyone, and they all looked at the astonishing woman.

But that is——

Compared to this colossal monster, the main force of the invaders, the dark elf warriors, were as weak as ants.

Natasha swallowed hard.

She was already shocked enough, but she never expected that besides Angel Yan, that terrifying woman, there would be another woman with such incredible strength.

I felt a chill run down my spine.

The cursed warrior rose from the ruins, utterly enraged.

"I will defeat you, woman!!! I will tear your body apart, I will drink your blood, eat your flesh, and I will send your soul to hell."

He's gone completely insane.

The cursed warrior was already injured. A thought flashed through Stark's mind, and a smile appeared on his lips. This was an opportunity that would not come again.

This is an opportunity you can't miss.

"Jarvis, our time has come. We must seize this opportunity. Aim at our target and find his weaknesses."

Stark's heart skipped a beat.

He realized that this was the best time to eliminate the combined warriors and also an opportunity to show off his skills in front of Angel Yan.

"Miss Yan, leave the rest of this small matter to me."

"Stark asked politely."

He wanted to regain the face he had lost, and he wanted Yan and Qilin to know that he, Stark, was definitely not a coward.

Angel Yan didn't even glance at Stark.

Stark, "..."

Just as he was about to act, Jarvis's voice rang out, "Sir, the enemy's combat strength has been detected to be far superior to the Mark armor. Your chances of winning against them are 1:9."

"Me, 9?"

"You 1."

puff.

He almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Stark's face flushed red and then turned pale. He really wanted to take back those boastful words he had just said, but words spoken are words that cannot be taken back.

Shameful.

How shameful?

No, at least Stark has made his stance clear. He's not a coward, and as for Miss Yan's disagreement with his help, that's not his fault.

"Natasha."

Captain America, Steve Rogers, sensed the cursed warrior's next move. As a symbol of national heroism, he could not allow his honor to be tarnished. He would curse this murderous maniac, this bloodthirsty war monster.

As a superhero, this is a responsibility, an obligation!

Natasha glanced at Angel Yan and Qi Lin out of the corner of her eye, only to see that both of them had calm expressions, and Angel Yan was even more outrageous.

She waved her fair arm.

A floating throne suddenly appeared, and Angel Yan leaned lazily against it, crossing her long legs with a contented expression.

He exudes an innate nobility and elegance.

"She really has a leisurely lifestyle."

Angel Yan seemed to sense Natasha's thoughts, glanced in their direction, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Natasha, “…”

Stark, "..."

This is a battlefield!

As they raced at breakneck speed, Natasha watched as the cursed warrior went berserk, his body hurtling towards Angel Yan like a cannonball.

Angel Yan remained completely still.

The cursed warrior's fist was almost touching Angel Yan's head, but the next moment, the cursed warrior missed and fell into the ruins.

Angel Yan's eyes shimmered with silver light.

"You pathetic ant, do you wish to be my enemy?"

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"You pathetic ant, do you wish to be my enemy?"

Angel Yan's eyes turned silver, and in an instant, she activated the Angel King Engine, a powerful engine capable of scanning the entire planet in a flash.

“Give me a minute to read about you invaders…”

"The Dark Elves, from the dark world of Wat Aelheim, one of the Nine Realms, are the inhabitants of this planet. They are an intelligent race born from darkness. They were once incredibly powerful, intending to use their supreme treasure, the Aether, to destroy the Nine Realms and plunge the entire universe into darkness. However, they were defeated by the Asgardian army and infiltrated the universe, later returning to launch a surprise attack on Asgard... and Earth..."

"Their combat strength is nothing special."

Angel Yan smiled.

"Just because they are slightly stronger than Earth, they have the right to invade without restraint. This is the ugliness and true face of invaders."

……

Stark listened to Angel Yan's story with a look of astonishment.

Jarvis was conducting his analysis.

This partially aligns with his previous guesses; this Angel Yan must be from another world, as must these invaders before him.

If there is Thor, why can't there be other worlds?

And look at their technology, it's far superior to Earth's.

That makes sense.

Captain America, Steve Rogers, and Natasha were still completely bewildered, increasingly unable to comprehend the dire situation.

But Natasha knew very well that Angel Yan was the one who would decide the course of this war, and only Angel Yan could deal with this terrible invader.

Watt Alheim?

Natasha kept thinking about 'Wat Alheim,' but despite racking her brains, she couldn't come up with anything.

"Miss Yan."

Natasha's attention was entirely focused on Angel Yan.

Qi Lin also looked at the Cursed Warrior, her sniper rifle always aimed at him, a smile playing on her lips.

"Leave these small fry to me."

"Hado #31: Red Fire Cannon"

Boom!

A blazing fireball shot towards the cursed warrior. The fireball was like a scorching sun, and the intense flames incinerated the surrounding floating rubble. The temperature around them seemed to rise instantly.

Explosions continued.

The cursed warrior watched as the scorching fireball hurtled toward him.

Those around could even feel the temperature soaring, with waves of scorching heat erupting like a volcanic eruption.

Qi Lin felt a surge of energy within her body, like a raging flood.

She came into this world and at first seemed not to have fully adapted, but at this moment, the energy within her body is constantly gathering.

A cloud of dust billowed up.

"Amazing."

Natasha couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

She had never seen such bizarre superpowers before; compared to her, Stark's so-called micro-missiles were nothing but a drop in the ocean.

The smoke cleared.

In the ruins, the cursed warrior lay in a pool of blood, his body gushing blood, forming a river of blood—a horrifying scene.

"what--"

The cursed warrior's hysterical screams echoed through the sky.

It was a desperate roar, his bloodshot eyes gleaming with fear and unease. His body was being scorched by a temperature almost like the blazing sun, his internal organs feeling like they were being roasted.

"Won?"

"Did we win?"

"The angels won!"