Chapter 58: Chapter 57: The First Battle of New York: The Late-Arriving Ancient One
Soon, Cohen figured out the function of this beast horn through the system.
Teleportation!
According to his speculations, although the beast descended on Earth through the Hand's summoning ritual, it had also left behind a backup plan by creating this teleportation device.
However, due to the protective magic array around Earth, this beast horn couldn't teleport directly from the beast's dimension to Earth. Instead, it had to pass through Hell's dimension.
Hell is more closely connected to Earth, allowing some special methods to bypass the snactum's surveillance.
The system easily cracked the method of using this beast horn.
With the magical gift Cohen had just received from the demon, the Demonized Body, he was fully capable of driving this beast horn with its magic power!
He could now travel to Hell or the beast's dimension!
However, while Hell was accessible, the beast's dimension might end in his death if he went there.
But just because a human couldn't go didn't mean other things couldn't. If possible...
Just as he was excited, a flash of fire suddenly appeared in front of him, spinning and forming a circle that opened up.
A woman in yellow robes with a bald head stepped forward.
Cohen's expression changed slightly. He gripped the beast horn behind his back, and with a thought, his hand transformed into a black-scaled claw, muscles bulging, and claws extending, turning into a demon's talon.
The beast horn emitted a faint glow.
He remained calm, looking at Master Ancient One with a faint smile: "It seems Master Ancient One has been neglecting her duties, arriving so late?"
Master Ancient One stared at him, paused for a while, then shook her head: "You don't need to be so nervous, I won't do anything to you."
"I'm not nervous at all. I just saved New York, I'm a great hero with immeasurable merit!"
Ancient One sighed: "A few months ago, a few creditors suddenly came knocking.
But I had nothing, and their interest was too high, so I had no choice but to go to their place and talk to them.
I didn't expect it would take so long, and I've been neglecting things here."
Cohen's eyelids twitched after hearing this.
Owing debts and not paying, creditors blocking the door, visiting them as guests, friendly negotiations.
It sounded a bit like a certain island's love education films, but from this bald-headed figure, it was completely different.
The truth was probably forcibly borrowing money, refusing to pay it back, creditors showing up, beating them back to home, then giving a good beating.
Of course, Ancient One didn't know Cohen's thoughts. She looked around: "You've helped me resolve the trouble, you've done quite well."
She reached out, and black energy from the beast's remaining power began to gather in the air.
With a grab, the black energy dissipated.
The distant cries and roars gradually weakened.
Then she looked at the cautious Cohen: "You don't have to worry. Your fate is already intertwined with this world. I won't do anything to you."
"What if I'm not from this world?"
"Fate has its own course, and anyone who tries to alter it will not end well.
When your vision surpasses space, time, and even the universe itself, you'll find that life and death, good and evil, existence and disappearance, are all objectively existing parts of this world.
I, too, have no need to interfere, nor can I."
Cohen didn't fully understand: "Then why are you still protecting this world?"
"Out of habit.
I also want to let go, but the responsibility I took on needs a successor."
Cohen's eyes lit up: "Me, me! Pick me!. Am I not the rarest genius? I want to be the Sorcerer Supreme !"
Ancient One smiled faintly and shook her head: "I've said it before, fate has its own course, and it cannot be forced."
Cohen regretfully shook his head and then, with a glint in his eye, said: "Speaking of which, I just helped you by eliminating the beast, how about sending me a small gift?"
Ancient One asked curiously: "What do you want?"
"Hmm, how about a few Scrolls of Xocean?"
"I have no extra."
"The Book of Vishanti... a replica?"
"No."
He guessed it.
Cohen had expected this answer, so the first two requests weren't his actual goal.
"Then, I want to learn how you borrowed money from your creditors!"
Ancient One paused for a moment: "Sure, but your strength is too weak right now. If you can't pay the debt, you'll really be dead.
When your strength is sufficient, come find me, and I'll teach you… how to borrow!"
After saying this, she left.
Cohen let out a sigh of relief, a surge of excitement welling up inside him. Ancient One's debt-collecting method was one of her greatest skills!
Once I learn it, I'll borrow from all the gods and demons!
After sending off Ancient One, Cohen began to save people, starting with Wade.
He was easy to recognize—an arrow was still stuck in his knee.
Luckily, he was still alive. Cohen squeezed the last bit of dragon energy in his body, stabilizing his heartbeat.
Phew, I almost couldn't explain this to Vanessa.
Next, it was Blade, who had strong physical abilities. Although unconscious, there was no danger to his life.
Then, Black Widow, followed by Ward and Ramlo. Losing either of these two would have made him sad.
What puzzled him was that no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find Nick Fury.
What's going on? He clearly got knocked out and was lying here. Why is he missing?
What Cohen didn't know was that when Nick Fury woke up, he happened to see Cohen defeating the beast.
As soon as he saw who had won, he didn't even bother to celebrate. After quietly crawling away, he fled.
At this moment, he was hiding in a corner, gasping heavily.
This battle, at last, was over.
Agent May died in battle, Coulson lost an arm, and Hawkeye Barton…
Lost an eye.
( T/L- Hawkeye became a certain One Eyed Hawk, lol)
Manhattan suffered massive losses.
A sudden earthquake forced most people outdoors, and the beast's corruption came in the midst of it.
Those affected were irritable, crazy, and violent. Coupled with the panic and fear from the earthquake, their mental state collapsed instantly.
Free America, where gun battles happen every day, no longer suffices to describe their behavior.
Looting, killing, and setting fire—New Yorkers experienced what the people of Iraq and Afghanistan had felt.
A human hell.
If nothing else, tomorrow, the whole city will mourn.
As he was about to leave the scene, he saw a bright light in the sky, as if something was flying from outside the atmosphere.
Hmph, another latecomer.
Go back and help the aliens, some cosmic big love immortal, didn't really help Earth, just protected the aliens.
An hour later.
On a luxurious yacht at a small dock in Staten Island.
Vanessa and Wesley had been waiting for a long time.
Finally, Wesley received a call, and after hanging up, his expression grew dark: "Madam, the boss probably won't be coming."
"Why?"
"He has already…"
"Who did it?"
"Iron Man, or… Devil Face!"
Vanessa closed her eyes, her body swaying slightly.
In the rear cabin, there was a commotion, probably someone heard the news and a quarrel broke out.
"The boss is dead. Why go to Los Angeles?
Let's disband and go our separate ways!"
"Bastard, are you betraying the boss?"
"The boss is already dead!"
Vanessa, with Wesley, walked over. Everyone knew their status and stopped quarreling, though each person had a different expression on their face.
Vanessa spoke gently, addressing the bearded man who had called for disbandment: "You were once the most loyal partners of Wilson. He valued you all. Why leave now?"
"If the boss could come back, of course, I wouldn't leave, but he's dead. Who can lead us?"
"I can." Vanessa replied immediately.
This answer surprised everyone.
The bearded man laughed: "You? On what grounds?"
"On this!"
Bang!
A loud gunshot rang out, the bearded man's forehead was hit, and he fell heavily onto the deck, his face full of disbelief.
Vanessa held a small pistol in her hand.
"Now, is there anyone else who wants to leave?"
Everyone swallowed their saliva.
Wesley suppressed his shock and quickly stepped forward: "Everyone, the boss had already made arrangements and preparations. Los Angeles is only our first stop.
I believe the madam has the ability to lead us back to glory!
Even if the boss is dead, you better not defy his will!"
Everyone exchanged looks, unable to say a word.
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In the starry sky, the yacht sailed through the waves, white foam splashing onto the deck.
On the foredeck, Vanessa gazed at the vast, dark sea ahead, still holding that gun.
"You said I wouldn't need this gun again.
You broke your word."
She kissed the gun, then threw it into the turbulent sea: "I swear, one day, I will return!"
Vanessa's vow vanished into the night wind.
Behind her, even after witnessing the iron lady's ruthlessness.
He had studied the data on Demon Face a hundred times. He knew the rate at which it evolved.
Can we mere mortals really threaten him?
(End of Chapter)
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