Chapitre 431: Chapter 428 Loki, Little Brother
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"Um... Superman is Superman, can we drop the 'Young'?"
Watching the cheering crowd around him, Caesar felt somewhat speechless. Seeing Loki climb to his feet, he quickly added, "Also, if you all could leave, I'd be even happier."
The crowd chuckled in understanding, then hastily got up from the ground and scattered, quickly clearing a space in front of the New York Cathedral.
"A... kid?"
Loki, holding his magic staff, looked at Caesar with a hint of confusion on his face. Before he could express his surprise at the fact that even children could withstand magical attacks on Earth, a massive shadow suddenly fell from above.
"You think you're a god? Take this!"
With his feet covered in dark muscles, Eddie swiftly descended, and Loki hurriedly grabbed his magic staff, raising it as the large feet seemed to land on the staff. In that instant, the blue light surged like a wave.
The physical force unleashed under the tremendous pressure was no less formidable than various elaborate magical spells.
Loki grunted in pain but didn't let up. As the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, he looked up to see a towering, burly dark humanoid creature standing on his magic staff.
Reflected in Eddie's emotionless white eyes, Loki saw the gaping mouth full of sharp teeth, the long tongue in Venom's mouth dripped with saliva as he spoke before emitting hoarse laughter. "I wonder what the taste of a god's head is like."
"You lowly lifeforms..."
Struggling, Loki suddenly felt a gust of wind, Caesar had already floated directly in front of him. With both feet off the ground, suspended in mid-air, Caesar's right fist, seemingly harmless, struck his abdomen without warning.
Though it seemed like just a light punch, Loki felt the force of a thousand pounds pounding upon his abdomen. He felt as if he had been hit by a speeding train, causing him to fly backward towards the steps of the cathedral, his back dragging on the ground, creating a shallow trench.
"Why talk so much? If you don't beat them up, they won't learn. Eddie, keep it up, this is a tag team." Caesar brushed the dust off his hands, addressing the fallen Venom symbiote form of Eddie.
"Got it!" Eddie grinned viciously when he heard those words. While Loki was still stuck in the steps, it leaped forward, creating a small whirlwind as it landed, its massive hands reaching out to grab Loki, slamming him onto the ground and violently rubbing against it, denying the magic staff any chance to unleash its power.
"Loki, don't you want to fight seriously?" Caesar shrugged, feeling bored, then leaped onto the nearby Symbol of Peace statue, sitting quietly atop its three-meter-high head, watching the show.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
At the steps of the cathedral entrance, the ground collapsed under the battle, dust billowing out into the square, turning the battle into a one-sided beat down.
Eddie's hoarse growls and Loki's cries of pain rang out continuously in the area and one could even hear Loki's repeated wailing plea, "Don't hit my face..."
"Whoosh—"
A stealth-mode Quinjet suddenly appeared in the low sky near the cathedral square. From within, the pilot, Natasha, stared blankly at the battle below, obviously puzzled about what was happening.
The left hatch opened, and a tall, agile figure jumped down from the aircraft, executing a tactical roll upon landing, perfectly holding a five-pointed shield in his left hand, almost landing in a flawless posture.
Turning back, Caesar looked at the shield-bearing man clad in tight-striped combat gear, and casually said, "Captain, sorry for not giving you a chance to give a speech."
"That's alright." Captain America shrugged, glancing at the battle at the cathedral entrance, and asked, "Is the target apprehended?"
"For now, yes. But if you had arrived a moment later, Eddie might have had the impulse to bite Loki's head off for a taste of fresh meat."
Caesar flashed a devilish grin, then, as he finished speaking, a figure was suddenly thrown out of the battle, rolling to Steve's feet.
Steve looked down at the figure on the ground, and it was Loki who had been thrown out. Loki's hair was disheveled, his golden armor barely holding together, and he lay on the ground, twitching slightly with his face turned upwards.
Seeing Steve, Loki flashed a row of white teeth and sighed, "An American soldier? A man out of time, hurry up— arrest me! I've had enough of that big black fellow!"
"If you keep resisting, not only will you face that big black guy, but you'll also have to deal with a big green one."
Steve's face was stern as he picked up the handcuffs and procedurally secured Loki's hands behind his back.
"Is it over so soon? That wasn't very entertaining."
In the dust cloud, Eddie held the magic staff and stepped out, the massive figure gradually shrinking until, upon emerging, it returned to its original human form as Recovery.
Eddie glanced at Caesar, who nodded in acknowledgment, then willingly handed the magic staff to Steve.
With one hand restraining Loki, Steve took the magic staff and said to Caesar and Eddie, "I'm taking him to the temporary base to detain him there. You both can come along."
"I have no problem with that."
Caesar shrugged and leaped down from the statue. He knew that the farce had only just begun.
Eddie, on the other hand, was more straightforward. Walking behind Caesar, he said casually, "Wherever Master goes, I go."
"Alright, let's go."
Steve radioed into the intercom, and the stealth Quinjet descended slowly onto the square. The rear hatch opened, and as Steve escorted Loki towards the front, Caesar floated behind, and Eddie faithfully followed at the rear.
Unnoticed by anyone, Eddie gazed at the backs of the others, his eyes flashing with a hint of coldness.
Half a minute later.
The Quinjet powered up, leaving behind a chaotic New York Cathedral square.
Its wings extended over the clouds as the aircraft ascended to ten thousand meters, reducing the city below to mere specks of light.
Inside the cockpit.
Natasha maneuvered the aircraft from the pilot's seat. Loki, now stripped of his golden armor, wore an innocent expression on his face, looking slightly disheveled as he sat in a corner of the deck. Steve, Caesar, and Eddie surrounded him, scrutinizing him from top to bottom.
"He's supposed to be a god, but he's not much different from humans," Eddie muttered.
"Something doesn't seem right." Steve frowned slightly as he looked at Loki, who had been captured so easily.
Natasha, facing away from the others, concurred, "You're right. That man is very smart.
It shouldn't have been this easy."
Steve looked at Caesar, not seeing him as a child but as a mature SHIELD member. He expressed his surprise, "He's very skilled. It shouldn't have been so easy to... catch him."
"I understand what you mean." Caesar nodded, speaking frankly, "Even if he can't beat Eddie, he can still escape unharmed. He wouldn't have fallen into our hands so easily."
Hearing the doubts and suspicions of the others, Loki blinked helplessly and said, "Hey hey, you guys are overestimating me. That kid Caesar, his punch almost knocked my guts out. And that big black fellow just now, he's very violent. In the universe, he's a real monster."
"I think we should shut him up," Eddie suggested.
"Good idea."
Steve accepted the suggestion as if he truly agreed and began to look for some duct tape. Suddenly, with a violent shake of the cabin, lightning flashed outside the cockpit window, and thunder rumbled on the aircraft's domed roof.
Loki, who had been relaxed and cheerful, immediately stiffened as his face tensed, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly when the thunder appeared.
"Captain, someone is coming."
Caesar raised his head as if sensing something and looked towards the top of the aircraft cabin. With his eyes piercing through the steel plates, he saw a man wearing armor and a cape descending from the sky amidst the stormy lightning outside the aircraft shell, standing on the aircraft as if unaffected by the strong winds and lack of oxygen.
Bifrost, it seems that it has been repaired!
(End of chapter)
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