Facing a monster whose offensive and defensive capabilities were on a completely different level, and who could instantly heal even a fatal wound like a pierced heart...
How could he win?
It was simply impossible!
Until this moment, the habitually proud Prince of Asgard finally tasted the bitter fruit of regret.
He shouldn't have come to this godforsaken Midgard, and he certainly shouldn't have provoked this group of unreasonable, mad women.
Hajiji is crying.
"Thor... Father..."
Loki murmured sorrowfully in his heart, praying for a miracle to happen.
However, in the empty sea of blood, there was only the sound of his own heavy breathing.
There was no Bifrost Bridge tearing through the sky, nor was there Mjolnir descending from the heavens.
There was no hope.
There was no retreat.
However, as the saying goes, even a cornered rabbit will bite.
When the fear and remorse in Loki's heart reached their peak, he miraculously calmed down instead.
"It's just death, isn't it..."
Loki grit his teeth, leaning on his Scepter as he slowly stood upright from the viscous pool of blood.
He gripped his dagger tightly, the panic fading from his emerald-green pupils, replaced by a desperate, do-or-die ferocity.
He was a noble god!
Even if he were to die, he would die standing, with the dignity of an Asgardian deity!
He wanted to prove to his brother who always stole the spotlight, and to his father sitting high upon the throne—that Loki, the God of Mischief, was by no means a coward who only knew how to hide and run in dark corners; his soul was equally worthy of entering Valhalla!
After casting aside the distractions of life and death, Loki suddenly felt an unprecedented clarity.
The deep, bone-deep wounds on his body seemed to lose their sense of pain at this moment.
He no longer hid or retreated; instead, he straightened his back and, amidst the thick air of blood, looked directly at Unohana Retsu ahead of him without any evasion.
Looking at the Asgardian god before her who had shed his cowardice and finally ignited a desperate fighting spirit, Unohana Retsu stopped in her tracks.
Then, she smiled.
It was a bloodthirsty and blissful smile that came from the bottom of her heart.
Sister Hana's kind smile.
A fanatical light reignited in the depths of her pitch-black eyes, like a hunter who had sat withered for far too long in the passage of time, finally finding a prey on this boring land that was barely worth tearing apart with her own hands.
Yes.
Unohana Retsu was the true hunter, and her prey...
Was a god!
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Although Loki had been too clever for his own good, intending to pick a'soft persimmon' only to kick the hardest steel plate among the Villainess incarnations, the price of temporarily losing Unohana Retsu—the mobile fountain of life—gradually began to manifest on the main battlefield.
Without the bottomless healing support, the battle against the Hulk suddenly became strained.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, Reze was struck by an elbow from the Hulk, sending her flying backward and smashing through two brick walls in succession.
She scrambled out of the ruins in a disheveled state, casually biting open a blood bag and swallowing greedily to painfully repair her damaged internal organs.
With one major powerhouse missing from the front line, the pressure fell entirely on Lux.
The Hulk's heavy punches fell like raindrops; the "Seraphim Shield" Lux had raised shattered with a boom after only maintaining for a few seconds.
She grit her teeth, gripping Vishantis Sacred Sword with both hands in an attempt to strike back.
However, the Hulk didn't dodge. He directly reached out with his massive, fan-like hand and grabbed the magic-condensed blade.
"Crack!"
Amidst the crisp sound, the Sacred Sword was actually crushed into a flurry of light shards by that unreasonable brute force.
Before Lux could retreat, the Hulk took advantage of the opening and swung a fist hard into her abdomen.
Lux coughed up a large mouthful of blood, her petite body sent flying and crashing heavily into a distant pile of rubble.
In the shadows, Su Modie was currently frantically gulping down Attribute Potions.
The multi-line operation made her head throb in waves, and it was only after the Intelligence and Stamina potions went down that it barely eased.
She stared at the battlefield with a grave expression, her fingers poised.
As long as Lux or any other incarnation was in mortal danger, she would forcibly recall them at the first opportunity.
"This green fatty is far more exaggerated than his performance in the movies..."
Could it be that blackening makes him thirty percent stronger?
Su Modie frowned deeply, calculating rapidly in her mind.
Actually, defeating the Hulk was simple—as long as Perona's Negative Ghost hit him again.
But that was easier said than done; the key lay in execution.
The Hulk wasn't stupid, especially regarding combat. The first time, he clearly suffered from an information gap, never expecting a little girl plus a bunch of small ghosts could have such an ability.
After suffering once, those eerie Negative Ghosts had already become the Hulk's nightmare. Facing them again, how could he be careless?
Unless... there was an existence that didn't lose to him in strength and size, who could firmly pin him in place head-on?
On the battlefield, the Hulk let out a wild roar, bent his knees, and suddenly lunged off the ground, like a green meteorite heading straight for Lux on the ground.
"Lux!"
Perona, in mid-air, turned pale with fright and hastily waved her hand to summon Negative Ghosts.
But the flying speed of the ghosts simply couldn't keep up with the momentum of the Hulk's descent.
Seeing the heavy blow about to land, Lux, slumped on the ground, used the last of her strength to raise her wand.
magic surged hastily, and a pillar of platinum-colored light erupted—Final Spark.
Because of the insufficient charging time, the beam was much thinner than usual.
A flash of disdain crossed the Hulk's eyes in mid-air.
Facing the pillar of light heading straight for his face, he merely tilted his head casually.
The scorching stream of light whistled past his ear and shot straight into the clouds, failing to harm him in the slightest.
Following that, with a "Boom—!" loud explosion, the Hulk's heavy body crashed onto the ground, stomping out a large area of spider-web-like cracks.
He approached condescendingly, his over two-meter-tall frame emitting an intense sense of pressure.
The dark shadow cast by the Hulk completely enveloped Lux, who had fallen into the pool of blood.
He curled his lips into a cruel smile, as if to say—
"That's it?"
But what the Hulk didn't expect was that Lux, with blood still on the corner of her mouth, also revealed a poignantly beautiful smile, as if to say—
"You didn't really think I just missed, did you?"
The Hulk was stunned.
In the next second.
"BOOM—!!!"
There was another earth-shattering roar, this noise being dozens of times louder than when the Hulk landed.
Manhattan's originally smooth asphalt road surface instantly collapsed like a fragile cracker, directly stomped into a giant pit dozens of meters in diameter.
The buildings in the surrounding several blocks vibrated violently, and large sheets of glass curtain walls poured down like a rainstorm.
Immediately after, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.
It wasn't dark clouds blocking the Sun; it was a shadow so massive it was exaggerated, descending from the sky.
In turn, it swallowed the Hulk, who was holding his fist high, along with the surrounding streets, into a colossal shadow.
The Hulk's raised arm froze in mid-air. He turned his thick neck and looked back—
What came into view was actually a Towering Colossus that had descended from the heavens.
Just as he looked down upon the tiny Lux, it looked down upon the tiny him.
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