Clint Barton's vision blurred, and he fell like a rag doll, collapsing onto the steel floor. There appeared to be no external injuries on his body, but in reality, he had likely been dead for a second or two—a side effect of Kurohane's unexpected power.
Actually, ever since Kurohane appeared and pressed his gun barrel to Clint's head, coupled with their brief exchange, Loki, locked in the glass cell, had watched everything the whole time, but he merely observed coldly. In his mind, Clint was just an ordinary person without powers. He couldn't possibly fight the strange man who could lift Mjolnir, and even if he spoke to warn, it would be futile. After all, these Earth inhabitants didn't know his plan. At worst, he would continue to be confined in the cell. Could they possibly throw him off from the sky?
But something beyond Loki's expectations happened. Clint's hard forehead pressed the red button to release the cell. Although the outside of this button was covered by a transparent plastic casing, under Kurohane's power, that casing was useless. It shattered into fragments under Clint's forehead. Even the red button itself was crushed by this headbutt!
Under Kurohane's teasing gaze, Loki, along with his entire cell, plummeted from the Helicarrier!
"Help!!!"
Loki couldn't suppress his fear. He knew too much about the people at S.H.I.E.L.D. This cage, originally prepared for the Hulk, was not only incredibly sturdy, but also ensured that upon falling from the sky, even the Hulk's physique wouldn't be able to survive unscathed. Perhaps he wouldn't be smashed to death, but it certainly wouldn't feel good!
As for whether Loki would fall to his death, Kurohane actually knew the answer. The two Helicarrier engines stopped one by one. The overall flight altitude had dropped considerably. At most, it was only a few hundred meters above the ground. And according to Kurohane's arrangements, below the Helicarrier lay the vast Atlantic Ocean. Seawater could still provide a cushioning effect. With the physical quality of a Frost Giant, as long as he wasn't stabbed with a knife or had his neck twisted, etc., in the Marvel World, he couldn't be killed by falling. After all, he was a God of Mischief! As for how he would swim to New York after falling into the sea, that wasn't something Kurohane needed to consider.
Casually carrying Clint, who had been dead for over ten seconds, the Holy Scar on Kurohane's left hand glowed. A holy aura streamed into Clint's body. The aura had an immediate effect. He had initially stopped breathing. Now, he began to breathe.
As a favored individual of the Holy Dimension, Kurohane could store a portion of Holy Energy in his Holy Scar. The total amount of energy wasn't vast, but it allowed Kurohane, without casting spells, to use some Holy Energy for defense or healing. As his connection with the Holy Dimension deepened, more energy could be stored in the Holy Scar. This method could grow gradually and had almost no upper limit, equivalent to Kurohane's second cheat. It was just that the progress speed wasn't that fast.
Moreover, Kurohane knew himself very well. Before he transmigrated, he didn't have such a righteous personality that bordered on evil. If it weren't for the existence of the [Justice Value Lottery] System, the Holy Dimension might not have been so partial to him! Ever since he obtained the Holy Scar, Kurohane had experimented while reading books. Holy Energy had limited lethality against enemies other than dark creatures, but when used for healing or defense, it was truly perfect. No additional incantations or spells were needed. The energy alone could heal most injuries. Even some terminal illnesses could be cured by Holy Energy. It was just that more energy was required.
The Holy Energy stored within the Holy Scar could be refilled by Kurohane's own mental power. Therefore, when Kurohane used this energy, he was very proficient. Even using this energy to create weapons, or transforming it into a shield was not a problem.
Kurohane checked Clint's condition again. After ensuring there were no issues, he opened his radio and said:
"Everyone, gather in the conference room. Loki escaped."
"Are you taking it easy?"
Tony's voice came from the radio, accompanied by the crackling sound of electric welding. He had just spun inside the engine for an unknown number of rotations. Some parts of his Iron Suit were problematic.
Kurohane pursed his lips. He knew this kind of thing couldn't be hidden from Tony. That old man was too shrewd!
"No, there was a small accident. I'll tell you later."
"Where's Barton?"
Steve's voice also came from the radio, his worried tone clear. Natasha hadn't woken up yet. If anything happened to Clint, the Avengers might as well disband!
"I'm carrying him. By the way, that accident just now had something to do with Agent Barton."
Steve: (confused expression). Although my thoughts are a bit disrespectful, but Kurohane's tone, how does it feel like he's carrying a plastic bag of garbage?
When the handcuffed and unconscious Clint was thrown onto the conference room table by Kurohane, Natasha Romanoff had already woken up. She was compressing her head with ice, and looking at Kurohane with a hateful stare, the lump on her forehead still clearly visible.
"What are you looking at me for? You clearly lost in a one-on-one fight. If you're weak, train more!" Kurohane said, his tone casual yet biting. He pointed at the bruise on Natasha's face. "However, I've already asked the kitchen to boil two eggs and bring them here. You can apply them yourself."
Kurohane looked at his assistant with an innocent face. The panda eyes on her face were truly amusing. If only he hadn't undergone professional training, he definitely wouldn't have been able to hold back his laughter!
"Do you know why I lost?" Natasha asked, her voice laced with threat.
"You gained weight."
Natasha: (expression of disbelief mixed with exasperation)
"You're the one who's fat!" she yelled, unwilling to accept it.
"Don't doubt the professionalism of my eyes. You've gained at least two kilograms since I first saw you." Kurohane still used a business-like tone. The gist of his words was that lies wouldn't hurt others, but the truth was a sharp knife!
But Natasha no longer wanted to chat with that emotionally unintelligent person. She shifted her gaze to the prone Clint.
"Clint seems to have improved his stamina after being controlled by that scepter. His speed and punching power have become much faster. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to defeat me so easily."
"It's related to the scepter, but it doesn't increase physical strength. Instead, it enhances mental power," Kurohane decided to add some settings for the Avengers first, to prevent them from being confused later.
"I've fought Clint before. When he hit me, he didn't hold back at all. His strength is only slightly stronger than Tony's, and far from Captain America's level."
"This is what's called 'getting dark makes you ten times stronger, getting good makes you three points weaker.' After he wakes up later, if you fight him again, you'll feel that he's not as strong as he used to be."
Tony, dressed in a suit and holding his mobile phone, was the last to enter the conference room, his steps hurried.
"Folks, we have a problem."
Tony showed his phone screen to everyone present. Kurohane, who had the best vision, nearly dropped his jaw to the ground, his eyes wide in disbelief!
Above Stark Tower, the Cosmic Cube emitted a bright blue light from inside a large machine. And beside that machine, next to Dr. Erik Selvig, there was also a woman standing, wearing a green godly cape, and an exaggerated antlered helmet!
"Female Loki? Sylvie?!!!" Kurohane gasped, shocked to see a variant of Loki who shouldn't have been here, in this timeline. Question after question flooded his mind, turning this entire scenario far more complicated than he had anticipated.
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