A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

The energy roared through the universe, collided together, and erupted into a breathtaking light.

The continent is like a chopping board, and all living beings are like fish and meat.

Earth, this 45 billion-year-old planet with 10832 billion cubic kilometers is just a lonely boat in the storm.

Or maybe it's a piece of fat meat that's about to be divided up.

"boom!!"

Two black light pillars with diameters as thick as planets collided again, sending out bursts of pulses for a long time.

Dormammu looked helplessly at the god who didn't know where he came from in front of him.

He doesn't want to continue to be entangled, even in his own dark dimension.

For so long, caution has been the principle he has always adhered to. Have you ever seen how many dimensional demon gods have been refined by various "heroes" in the universe in each era?

After a few simple collisions, Dormammu has realized that this "invader" is no weaker than himself. His huge crown contains some energy from the beginning of the Big Bang or even older.

It was a dark age that even Dormammu didn't understand.

It's just that the other party didn't seem to have any communication, and was just attacking mechanically, more like a set program.

As the battle became more intense, the stars in the dark dimension turned to ashes one after another in the aftermath, and Dormammu was also knocked out of the real fire.

After a confrontation,

His boundless head was instantly covered in pure black flames.

The flame cannot feel the slightest temperature, but when you stare at it, you will feel that your soul is being pulled out of your body.

The earth has already fallen into anarchy at this time,

A doomsday carnival is taking place.

The police no longer know where they are, and all available military forces are on guard against the majestic figure that keeps flashing in the sky.

Manhattan Center, New York.

The streets were empty, filled with broken down cars and buses. Drinks and food could be seen scattered on the ground from time to time, and the ground was in a mess.

Suddenly, a group of people appeared on the street corner. They walked over with knives, sticks and even guns.

They smashed the windows of shops along the street and the hoods of luxury cars on both sides, like a group of zombies.

No, even crazier and faster than zombies.

The leaders were waving a flag crazily, with several ferocious characters written on it in blood.

"Enjoy the end."

"Crash..."

At an LV store next to the street, the decorative wooden door and glass ornaments were smashed to pieces by a black man in the queue.

"Hahahahahahaha, look what I found!!"

He kicked open the large suitcase displayed in the middle, revealing a trembling female clerk squatting on the ground. Her nameplate read "Pepper Potts."

"Please, please,"

Looking at the figures attracted by the black people's shouts on the street, this pretty female shop assistant who looked no more than 25 years old had a bad feeling.

She is a fourth-year student at New York University's Stern School of Business and is preparing her graduation thesis on positive demand elasticity for luxury goods.

Because of her beautiful and young face, she successfully passed the interview for the luxury store internship program. This is her third week at LV.

She was the only one in the store when Albert issued the red emergency alert.

But the headquarters believed that the "world crisis" mentioned by the man on the TV was nothing, and maybe it was just a prank, even if it was quickly officially recognized.

So Pepper Potts was asked to stay in the store.

"Here you go, these are all for you."

She took out everything she could, got up and ran towards the counter.

"There's still some cash at the counter, I'll go...ahhhhhhhhh!"

But as soon as Pepper Potts stood up, the black man roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her over.

"Haha, do you think I still care about money at this time?"

He smiled lewdly and pulled her uniform with both hands. Several of his accomplices behind him had already entered the store.

The black man dragged Pepper Potts by the collar towards his accomplices who were rushing in for fear of being late.

Pepper Potts was already screaming loudly, kicking her legs in vain on the ground, but this only made the group more excited.

"Hey, Jeff, I'm not old enough to find such a beauty."

Another black man grabbed Christine's dancing hands and slapped her hard several times.

The rough, wide palms immediately left several red marks on the face full of collagen.

A stream of warm blood emerged from Pepper Potts' nose.

There is nothing that can stop this from happening,

No one would pass by, and even if they did, it would be useless. The security guards, police and military have long since disappeared without a trace, and even calls to 119 have been left “unanswered”.

Several people had torn open Pepper Potts' shirt, but suddenly one person stopped and turned around,

Because he felt that the air behind him suddenly became extremely cold.

The next second he froze on the spot.

"Jeff, Jeff, what is that??"

He grabbed his companion who was still tearing off his clothes and pointed forward in horror.

"Leave me alone, not even if it's...oh my God!!"

Jeff and the other two stopped extremely impatiently and turned back.

Only then did Pepper Potts have a chance to breathe. She used her hands and feet to crawl back with all her strength.

Finally, she climbed to the entrance of the warehouse and turned back at the last second after closing the door.

Then, Pepper Potts froze in place,

Even forgot to lock the door.

Through the crack in the door, she could vaguely see a blue ghost about forty-five degrees above the perpetrators.

At first she thought it was an illusion caused by being beaten on the head and rubbed her eyes.

But the ghost was still extremely clear in her sight, brushing every inch of her skin with a cold air that seemed to freeze everything.

The next second, the ghost suspended in mid-air suddenly turned fiery red, emitting an extremely dazzling light, drowning the several black people standing there dumbly.

Pepper Potts raised her hands to shield her eyes,

In the scorching light, she vaguely saw the demons and the people rushing on the street turn into charred bones and then into fly ash.

When the light faded slightly, she hesitated and finally rushed out.

"Hey!"

She shouted towards the flaming red ghost flying higher and higher in the sky.

The ghost heard the sound and turned around.

Pepper Potts was finally able to see clearly that the unknown creature was a human being, but it was surrounded by unparalleled bright flames, and lightning flashed across its surface from time to time.

"Thank you!"

Albert nodded, turned around and turned into a stream of light, flying towards the sky.

His right hand held a gemstone, which glowed azure.

Pepper Potts watched the red-orange ray under the sky gradually fade away, like a dancing candlelight in the darkness.

Albert had just come out of the restored New York Temple and picked up some needed magic items.

He casually saved the young clerk who was just passing by.

He knows very well that when the end comes and a society without law appears, the evil of human nature will be infinitely magnified.

He didn't have the ability or time to go around "putting out fires", but this kind of violation of humanity's bottom line made him feel sick.

When the vast and brilliant starry sky above our heads falls into endless darkness, at least the lofty moral laws in our hearts should still keep us in awe.