Chapter 73
Loki: This script is wrong! What veteran barbecue?
At 28 Kuniglind Street, a lavish dinner is underway.
A string quartet is playing, and the air is filled with the aroma of expensive champagne and caviar.
However, this elegance of high society was completely shattered in the next second.
The man, dressed in a well-tailored black suit and wearing a dark green scarf, walked out.
In the center of the hall, on the unfortunate soul whom he had chosen at first glance, a cruel magic trick called "eye removal" was performed.
Panic spread like a plague.
The crowd screamed and surged out of the gate, only to find that it was not a way out, but a hunting ground that had been prepared in advance.
Loki donned his iconic Asgardian armor, the curved golden horn helmet on his head gleaming coldly in the night.
Several phantom clones, identical in appearance to him, blocked all the exits of the square.
"Kneel down!"
Loki spread his arms, and the Mind Scepter in his hand shimmered with an ominous blue light.
The panicked crowd, like harvested wheat, trembled and knelt on the ground.
Loki watched this scene with a blissful smile on his face.
This is the feeling he wanted, this is the treatment a king deserves.
He strolled among the kneeling crowd like a lord inspecting his own backyard, his voice deep and magnetic.
"This is your nature, the deep-seated desire of humankind."
"You claim to yearn for freedom, but deep down you are filled with servility toward power."
"You are born to be ruled, and in the end, you will always succumb to... people like me."
That sense of superiority made him forget the humiliation he suffered under Thor.
However, there are always some untimely dissenting voices.
An elderly German man with gray hair slowly stood up in the silence.
His legs were trembling, but his spine was straight.
"People always say things like that." The old man looked directly into Loki's eyes. "Just a few decades ago, there was a guy on this land who was just as crazy as you. In the end, he shot himself in the head."
Loki's smile froze.
At this moment, the dignity of God was offended.
"Look at this old man, and let him be a role model for you ants."
Loki raised his scepter, its tip pointing at the old man's chest, and blue energy began to gather.
The old man closed his eyes, but did not take a single step back.
Noisy!
A dazzling blue beam of energy pierced the night sky.
At the critical moment.
A figure dressed in red and blue descended from the sky!
clang!!!
The vibranium-forged shield cut between the beam of light and the old man.
The energy beam struck the shield's surface, bounced off, and flew to the side, shattering a statue.
The smoke and dust cleared.
Steve slowly straightened up.
He wore the iconic Stars and Stripes uniform, but his eyes, in addition to their usual determination, held an unprecedented sharpness and...eagerness.
"Do you know?"
Steve looked at Loki and said calmly, "The last time I came to Germany, there was someone who wanted everyone to kneel before him."
Loki narrowed his eyes, looking at the unexpected guest, his mind flashing back to the memories of Dr. Eric Sylvig after he was controlled.
Steve Rogers, Captain America.
An outdated super soldier, injected with a serum, possesses superhuman physical abilities and wields a shield shaped like a frisbee.
That's it.
"Oh, so it's an old thing forgotten by time."
Loki smiled dismissively, and gracefully twirled the scepter in his hand.
"Outdated?"
Steve raised an eyebrow, slung the shield over his left arm, and made a gesture that Loki couldn't understand at all.
The World War II veteran took a deep breath and quickly formed hand seals in front of his chest, like a butterfly flitting among flowers.
At the same time, a strange energy surge (chakra) erupted violently within Steve's chest cavity.
"Then you'll have to try the tricks of this outdated veteran."
Steve's chest bulged high, and he opened his mouth to spray Loki, who looked completely bewildered.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
boom!!!
A red fireball with a diameter of over five meters, accompanied by rolling heat waves, spewed out of Captain America's mouth!
Flames dyed the night sky over the entire square red, and the high temperature scorched the surrounding flower beds black.
"What the hell?!"
Loki's face, which had always maintained an elegant and wicked smile, instantly crumbled.
This script is wrong!
I don't recall Captain America breathing fire!
Was he from a circus background?!
As a god of Asgard, Loki has extremely fast reaction speed.
He rolled awkwardly to the side, avoiding the direct impact of the fireball.
However, his flashy dark green cloak was scorched by the aftershocks of the flames, instantly burning a large area of it and still emitting black smoke.
The fireball slammed into the police car behind Loki, turning the entire vehicle into scrap metal.
"you……"
Loki stood up, looking disheveled and incredulous. "You're a wizard?"
When did Midgard evolve so fast?
Even a random enhanced soldier can now use magic?
"No, I'm just a soldier."
Steve answered seriously, his hands forming a mudra again.
"I just learned some new skills after being rehired after retirement."
"absurd!"
Loki was furious.
Who is he? He is the number one mage in the Nine Realms, the god of trickery!
To think that a mere mortal could make him so pathetic with such crude magic.
"Go to hell!"
Loki flashed forward, intending to use his divine power to crush the neck of this fire-breathing mortal with his own hands!
boom!
Loki moved with incredible speed, his scepter slamming down with a whooshing sound.
Steve raises his shield to block.
With a muffled thud, the ground cracked.
A triumphant glint flashed in Loki's eyes. In close combat, how could a mortal possibly defeat a god?
He was about to raise his leg to sweep horizontally when he noticed that Steve's movements had changed.
Captain America's feet were firmly attached to the ground; that was an application of chakra absorption!
Immediately afterwards, Steve released his shield, clenched his fists, and gathered chakra at the tips of his fists, emitting a faint blue glow.
Steve let out a low shout, and in that instant, the ultimate physical strength brought by the Super Soldier Serum perfectly merged with the destructive power generated by the chakra burst.
A simple, unremarkable straight punch landed squarely on Loki's stomach.
Bang! ! !
A visible shockwave exploded between the two.
Loki's eyes bulged out, and his entire face was contorted in agony.
He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed train, and his internal organs had shifted in that instant.
call out!
The noble Asgardian prince was sent flying more than ten meters away, like a kite with a broken string.
The entire room was completely silent.
Those who had been kneeling on the ground stood up and stared blankly at the man standing in the center of the square.
Even Steve himself was taken aback and looked at his fist.
"This chakra is incredibly powerful?"
He only intended to drive Loki away, but he almost beat him to a pulp.
Buzz!
The roar of engines echoed through the sky.
The Quinjet hovered above the plaza, its blinding searchlight shining on Loki, who was struggling to crawl out of the ruins.
Natasha's teasing voice came through the cabin loudspeaker.
"Surrender, Loki, you're too weak!"