Lux shouted a warning to those below.
Below, Captain America and the others looked bewildered, but out of trust for their young savior, they immediately ushered the civilians to pick up the pace. Once she confirmed the area was clear, Lux looked back at Thor.
At the tip of her rapidly spinning wand, a straight, crimson guiding line appeared out of thin air, aiming directly at Thor's chest.
Thor swung his hammer to knock away a flying axe. Seeing the red line, his brow furrowed, and he quickly turned back to look at Lux.
Though he had no idea what that glowing stick was doing, a scalp-tingling sense of crisis shot straight to the top of his head.
A fool's intuition is quite accurate; it was true for Hulk, and it was true for Thor.
He had just swung Mjolnir in an attempt to interrupt the casting, only to find it was already too late.
"Final Spark!"
Accompanied by Lux's sharp cry...
BOOM—!!!
In an instant, a brilliant pillar of light, so thick it defied common sense, erupted forth!
It was as if all the light in the world was forcibly drained away at that moment.
Thor's eyelids twitched wildly as he lunged to the side in a desperate roll.
It was an utterly pathetic sight as he scrambled away; the destructive incandescent beam narrowly grazed his red cape, vaporizing it while simultaneously punching a terrifying, massive hole through the building behind him!
Before Thor could catch his breath, that terrifying pillar of light didn't disappear. Instead, as Lux dragged her wand, it swept toward him!
Wherever the light swept, all things were annihilated.
The concrete outer walls of the building were evaporated like a hot knife through butter.
Several squads of Chitauri Soldiers in front of and behind the building were erased by the light in an instant without even letting out a scream, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
No, if one had to say something remained—
At Lux's waist, that red-covered magic book was flipping its pages rapidly.
This was the equipment Su Modie had spent a full 1,500 simulation values to exchange for Lux—'Mejai's Soulstealer'.
"Price: 1,500 simulation values"
"Description: Every kill steals the opponent's soul. Each soul provides +1% skill damage. After reaching a specific number of souls, additional special abilities will be unlocked based on the different souls."
As a growth-type item, it was naturally more cost-effective the earlier it was purchased.
As the alien army was vaporized, wisps of purple-red dead souls were pulled into the pages by an invisible vortex.
As the stacks of this 'Soulstealer' skyrocketed, the sweeping Final Spark visibly expanded again, its brilliance reaching the absolute extreme!
Thor lay on the ground, completely stunned by the sight.
Having lived for over fifteen hundred years, he swore he had never seen such simple and crude magic. Compared to this thing, the magic of his younger brother Loki—the self-proclaimed 'Greatest Mage of the Nine Realms'—was like a water pistol against a Star Destroyer cannon!
If he were hit head-on by this beam, even with his body as an Asgardian god, he would probably be blown to bits on the spot.
In a nearby street block...
The trio of Captain America, Black Widow, and Hawkeye, who had just finished evacuations, heard the thunderous roar behind them. They turned around and were instantly frozen in place, wearing the same expressions as the surrounding civilians, staring slack-jawed at the incandescent pillar of light annihilating everything on the skyline.
After all, compared to Lux...
There was nothing wrong with calling them civilians as well...
Watching everything in its path melt like ice cream, Steve wiped away cold sweat, incredibly relieved that he had listened to the glowing girl's warning and moved everyone far away. At the same time, this veteran who had slept for seventy years began to question his life once more.
"How... how did she do that?"
"What... what on Earth is this?"
Steve was simply being too modest. Not to mention an 'old popsicle' like him, even the modern man Barton beside him wasn't any less shocked. Barton subconsciously looked down at the compound bow in his hand, his lips twitching slightly.
Natasha also swallowed hard. To relieve the suffocating pressure, she half-jokingly asked Reze through her earpiece: "This one... she wouldn't happen to be your friend too, would she?"
Suddenly put on the spot, Reze was also completely dazed.
Wait, sister.
Are you using cheats?
You've already learned how to guess the answer?
Natasha was clearly joking.
But then again, Reze's friends did have two things in common—
They were all female, and their abilities were each more abnormal than the last.
It wasn't hard to draw inferences, but the fear was that if these people were given a psychological shadow, they'd think any girl they saw was Reze's friend. If Wanda showed up in the future, they'd probably instinctively glance at Reze's reaction.
If one were to ask who among this group of onlookers suffered the heaviest mental blow, it would definitely be the one flying in the sky.
Hovering in mid-air, Iron Man's mouth under his faceplate hung wide open unconsciously.
Looking at that beam of light that painted the world a deathly white and defied all logic, Tony's throat went dry.
"This... this is way too thick, isn't it?"
He subconsciously raised his hand and glanced at his proud palm repulsor cannon.
Compared to the world-destroying pillar of light below, they looked similar, but as for the size...
He was like a little toothpick!
This habitually conceited and famous playboy felt a deep sense of frustration for the first time in his life regarding a question of 'masculine prowess'.
The key point was... he lost to an underage girl...
At the same time, another person who was equally dumbfounded was, naturally, Director Fury back on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier.
The command center was deathly silent.
The main screen was playing high-definition aerial footage of the New York battlefield.
Fury stared at the street block on the screen that Lux had casually leveled; his single eye almost popped out of its socket.
This usually composed spymaster had completely forgotten about maintaining his expression.
He slammed a hand onto the command console, his face full of disbelief.
"Dammit... can someone tell me what the hell is going on?!" Fury pointed at Lux on the screen, who was radiating a divine glow, his voice rising an octave. "Since when has such a god-like person been hiding on Earth? Is our intelligence department just for show!"
Fury had thought S.H.I.E.L.D. had a handle on everything, until today... when he realized that wasn't the case at all!
Hearing this, Makima shrugged innocently.
She wasn't from the intelligence department, so it wasn't her turn to take the blame.
However...
The intelligence department did indeed need a more capable person to lead it...
Don't you think so, Director Fury?
Makima was secretly planning in her heart.
Fury naturally didn't know what Makima was plotting, but his persecution complex had reached its peak.
A young girl who could physically erase an entire street along with its people and buildings with a flick of her finger...
If she ever had a bad day and aimed that stick at the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, the White House, or perhaps...
The entire Earth...
Too terrifying!
As the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury always liked to think of the worst-case scenario, and the more he thought, the more afraid he became.
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