Perona, floating in mid-air, understood immediately. With a wave of her parasol, she quickly closed in.
Raising a hand, several Negative Ghosts with long, trailing tails plunged headfirst into Hulk's body.
The combination of physical trauma and a mental critical hit instantly sent Hulk into a state of confusion.
His eyes, which had been glowing with an eerie, ghostly blue light, began to flicker violently.
It was working!
"Still not awake? Go, go, go, get in there, all of you!"
Seeing this, Perona simply used both hands, summoning a long string of Negative Ghosts like a rapid-fire machine gun that continuously drilled into Hulk's body. Meanwhile, Galio's fists didn't stop either.
Finally, under the dual punishment of physical and mental force, the ghostly blue light in the depths of Hulk's eyes vanished without a trace.
The Mind Stone's control was broken!
[simulation value +62]
Seeing Hulk free from the mental control, Lux quickly waved her hands at Galio high above and shouted loudly.
"Galio! You can stop now! He seems to be awake!"
"Huh?"
Galio blanked for a moment, but his high-raised right fist had already smashed down.
"Just... ice?"
"Bang!"
Accompanied by one last, slightly hesitant boom, Hulk—who had just woken up and didn't even know what was happening—didn't even have time to groan before his eyes rolled back, his tongue lolled out, and he passed out cold.
[villainess value +62]
[simulation value +122]
"..."
"..."
Lux and Galio looked at each other in silence.
Before long, the massive green frame at the bottom of the pit began to shrink like a deflating balloon.
With a burst of heavy panting, Hulk transformed back into Bruce Banner.
He was completely naked, covered in shocking bruises, and lay unconscious in the center of the pit like a broken ragdoll that had been played with too hard.
Su Modie breathed a long sigh of relief.
Loki's two strongest combatants—Thor and Hulk—were now both lying flat, having lost their ability to fight.
The remaining small fry were nothing to fear.
The Chitauri Army flying all over the sky was being harvested in swaths by Quanxi and the others. Aside from those few thick-skinned Leviathan Beasts still struggling in the sky, they were basically no longer a threat—not to mention Galio still had over fifty minutes of summoning time left.
With Lux as his power bank, Galio could crush them like baby chicks.
After all, the Chitauri Army was weak to begin with, one of the weakest interstellar armies according to Rocket Raccoon.
If it hadn't been for the suddenness of the event, starting the fight directly in New York, it would have just been a matter of sending a nuke to the mothership on the other side of the portal.
Whether they were even stronger than a desperate human force was debatable, yet they spent every day thinking about invading this and plundering that...
So weak, yet so eager to play.
As for Loki?
Su Modie curled her lip. She had absolute confidence in Unohana Retsu. Unless Loki suddenly had an epiphany in this brief moment between life and death and ascended on the spot into that transcendent "God of Stories," there was absolutely no chance of a comeback.
Even if he did explode in power and become the God of Stories, he would be an existence untouched by karma and outside the five elements, no longer interested in the mundane quagmire of New York, and thus no longer a threat.
The only problem now was that closing the Tesseract portal atop Stark Tower required the Mind Stone held by Loki.
"It seems I'll have to tell Sister Flower to rein in her playfulness."
Su Modie rubbed her temples and muttered helplessly.
Meanwhile, inside Minazuki.
"Clang—!"
The sound of clashing metal echoed over the viscous sea of blood.
Unohana Retsu swung the blade in her hand—a blade that twisted like a living thing and gushed with blood—as if she were taking a leisurely stroll.
The blood-colored blade light was like an interwoven web of death, forcing Loki to swing his Mind Stone in a desperate attempt to parry, his face drenched in sweat.
Loki gasped for breath, his steps staggering back in the ankle-deep blood.
His Asgardian Armor was already shattered, and a dozen more flesh-tearing new wounds had been added.
However, if one looked closely, they would find that the Loki of now was a completely different person from the one ten minutes ago.
After completely abandoning divine arrogance and the fear of death, he had instead erupted with a fierce ruthlessness in this desperate situation.
Every parry was much sharper than before, but even so, a hint of laziness and boredom flickered in Unohana Retsu's eyes.
With her strength, killing this Little Prince of Asgard—whose conviction had collapsed and then rebuilt his path—would be a matter of a single strike.
But she really hadn't encountered prey that could barely struggle for a few rounds in a very long time.
Her long-suppressed killing instinct had been awakened, making her truly reluctant to destroy this "toy" so easily.
Moreover, Unohana Retsu actually felt a trace of resentment in her heart.
Her wicked Master clearly knew she loved the kind of combat that was fist-to-flesh and blade-to-blood, yet she wouldn't let her deal with Thor, nor would she let her cut that thick-skinned Hulk.
Instead, she had stuffed her with this mage who cried for his parents and hid everywhere after just a few hits!
Although rationally, Unohana Retsu knew Su Modie's arrangement was the optimal solution—
To deal with an enemy as slippery as a loach like Loki, only the absolute lockdown and absolute violence of Minazuki could cut off his retreat. But this didn't stop the First Kenpachi from feeling a bit unsatisfied.
Since her bloodlust couldn't be satisfied, she could only vent this fire of desire elsewhere...
Don't you agree?
Master?
Far away in Fisk Tower, Su Modie's face turned pale.
Her small frame couldn't handle Sister Flower's tossing and turning...
Seeing Su Modie's pitiful little reaction, Unohana Retsu let out a soft hum in her heart, the smile at the corners of her mouth becoming even gentler.
Her wrist gave an imperceptible flick.
"Puchi—!"
Without even seeing the blade, several blood-filled gashes deep enough to see bone instantly exploded on Loki's chest, thighs, and arms!
"Agh—!"
Loki twitched violently in pain, his knees buckling, nearly falling headlong into that foul-smelling sea of blood. But at the last moment, he gritted his teeth and jammed the Mind Stone into the ground, using the staff to support his swaying body.
His head hung low as he vomited blood, his vision blurring as he looked at the water's surface.
Just then, a puff of white steam suddenly rose from those fatal wounds.
Loki's pupils dilated sharply.
He watched helplessly as his mangled flesh healed in an instant,
His severed blood vessels reconnected, and even the weakness from blood loss was dispelled.
Loki knew this wasn't the first time.
This monstrous woman before him wasn't just cutting him with the most cruel methods; she was actually healing him!
Loki's heart throbbed violently, and a chill deeper than death rushed up his spine to the top of his head.
He was not naive enough to think this was an act of mercy.
This woman, who seemed as gentle as water, was actually more twisted than the most vicious evil in the Nine Realms—she was playing with her prey!
She healed him only so she could kill him again.
So that he could struggle a little longer in this fear, like being executed by a thousand cuts!
"I am not a god... I am just prey..."
Loki finally admitted this fact in his heart with despair.
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