Summon the Villain: Marvel.

Might Guy's whole body exuded a light blue fiery energy, his face was full of determination, and his breathing became rapid and powerful. He knew that he had reached the final stage of the battle, and only by going all out could he defeat this powerful opponent in front of him. At this time, his voice was low and firm, with an unshakable determination:

"Eight Gates of Dunjia, the eighth gate - the door of death, open!"

In an instant, Might Guy's body was completely enveloped by the energy that surged like a tide. The blue airflow raged around him like a strong wind, the ground began to tremble, and an invisible sense of oppression filled the air. There was no more hesitation in Might Guy's eyes, only determination and fearlessness.

"This battle must be ended by me! For the youth! For those beliefs that cannot be given up!"

Phillips stood not far away, his eyes were cold, and his face was still proud. As a warrior of the gods, he naturally felt the powerful force that Might Guy had burst out, but he was not afraid at all, instead he snorted contemptuously. Raising the spear in his hand high, Phillips's divine power gradually condensed, and his whole body began to emit golden light, like a god of war from ancient mythology.

"You are a mortal, and I am the inheritor of the gods! You will eventually be crushed by the judgment of the gods!" Phillips' tone was full of disdain and arrogance. He raised his spear high, with fanatical light flashing in his eyes. "Feel the wrath of God! The wrath of the gods is like thunder, and mortals will eventually be reduced to ashes!"

"The wrath of Ares, descend!" He roared suddenly, and the golden light on his spear was so strong that the air around him seemed to be torn apart, and the energy fluctuated violently, as if the power of heaven and earth was converging on his spear. With the blessing of this divine power, Phillips' figure became more and more majestic, like an invincible god.

In the face of this overwhelming force, Might Guy still did not retreat. His eyes burned with an undying will to fight, and the energy around him surged wildly. Might Guy's body could no longer withstand the powerful force of the Eight Gates, and his muscles and blood seemed to be burning, but he remained fearless, and with a strong push of his feet, he turned into a blue light and rushed towards Phillips.

"So what if it's gods? As long as my will is not dead, nothing can stop me!" Might Guy's voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder. His fists burned with the last of his youth and faith, and he struck Phillips' divine power with immense determination.

The two's power collided violently in the air, Phillips' spear and Might Guy's fist intertwined, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted under the impact. The golden power and the blue energy collided crazily, making a deafening roar, and the energy fluctuations swept like a huge wave. At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be torn apart by the power between heaven and earth.

"Boom!" A huge explosion sounded, and the shock wave of energy blew away the surrounding ruins like a storm, and the air was filled with a burning breath. Might Guy's fist gained the upper hand in this confrontation, and Phillips's spear made a crisp cracking sound, and the light of divine power gradually dimmed.

"No... Impossible!" Phillips' voice was filled with disbelief, and his eyes were filled with astonishment and anger. He had never thought that a mortal could withstand such a powerful divine power.

Might Guy gritted his teeth and delivered the final blow with endless explosive power, hitting Phillips' chest hard. The blue energy instantly penetrated Phillips' defense. The huge impact force knocked him dozens of meters away and he fell heavily to the ground.

Phillips' spear broke, his divine power completely dissipated, and he fell to the ground in a mess, no longer able to fight back. His face was full of horror and unwillingness, and he murmured, "I...actually lost to a mortal..."

Might Guy stood not far away, the blue energy around him gradually dissipated, and his body was shaky. His breath was weak, but there was a proud smile on his face.

"The outcome is already decided, so what does it matter to the gods? As long as I stick to my faith, even the gods cannot stop me."

Might Guy's voice was low and firm, as if announcing the outcome of this battle to everyone.

On the other side of the battlefield, the last demigod warrior of Ares, Antinous, stood still, holding a huge war hammer in his hand, with a trace of fear in his eyes. He stared at his opponent not far away, a mysterious man with white hair and a stern face, like a god of war descended from the sky. But Antinous knew in his heart that the man in front of him was definitely not just an ordinary person.

His fingers tightly grasped the warhammer, and the fear in his heart gradually turned into anger. He swung the huge warhammer lightly, bringing up gusts of wind. Antinous frowned and asked: "Who are you? How dare you be so reckless on the battlefield of God? Aren't you afraid of the wrath of the gods?"

The white-haired man was Sephiroth. He stood in the center of the battlefield, his expression indifferent, with a hint of disdain in his eyes. Facing Antinous' questioning, he just glanced at him lightly and replied indifferently: "God? The power you rely on is nothing but a trivial existence in my eyes." Sephiroth's voice was calm, but it was full of endless contempt, as if he was talking about a meaningless little thing.

When Antinous heard these words, the muscles on his face suddenly tightened, and anger surged in his chest. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: "This man is too arrogant, he must be knocked down with one blow!" His war hammer made a low humming sound in his hand, and the air around him seemed to begin to distort under the power of the war hammer. Antinous' heart was quickly filled with determination: "The glory of the gods cannot be desecrated! He must pay the price for his arrogance!"

"I, Antinous, the embodiment of Ares' power, will bring destruction upon you in the name of God!" He roared, and swung his hammer violently. Along with the burning air current, the blazing divine power exploded around him, as if the earth was shaking. Antinous' power completely exploded, and the huge hammer drew a golden arc in the air, and slammed towards Sephiroth.

This blow carried an endless destructive force. Antinous had already decided in his heart: This must be the blow that ends everything! He secretly roared in his heart: "With this blow, the wrath of the gods will completely destroy you!"

Sephiroth just watched all this calmly, his expression as calm as water, and even a hint of irony in his smile. He slowly raised the long sword in his hand, his movements seemed careless, but revealed an extreme coldness and confidence.

"Do you really think... that with your strength, you can cause me harm?" Sephiroth's voice was calm, but it carried an irrefutable sense of oppression. He gently swung the sword in his hand, simple and neat, like a leaf falling in the wind.

"Annihilation."

This faint whisper was followed by a dazzling silver light that streaked through the air and instantly collided with Antinous's hammer. In just a moment, the hammer that Antinous had swung with all his strength seemed to be nothing in front of the silver light and shattered. The huge divine power was completely disintegrated under this blow, and Antinous seemed to be defeated by an invisible force and instantly lost all his fighting power.

"What... Impossible!" Antinous' eyes were filled with fear and disbelief. His body was blown away by the powerful force and hit the ground heavily, and his whole body collapsed to the ground like a broken rag doll. His divine power was completely shattered. He was once a symbol of power for the god of war, Ares, but now he was crushed like an ant.

Sephiroth still stood still, slowly sheathing his sword, his eyes cold, as if everything had already been decided. He did not even glance at the fallen Antinous, and said calmly: "The so-called God is nothing more than this."

The air was filled with the aftermath of the battle, and Antinous had completely lost the strength to fight. He could only lie powerlessly on the ground, his eyes still filled with incredible shock and fear.

Tony slowly stood up from the ground. His Apocalypse armor was already covered with cracks. The aftermath of the battle had almost exhausted his physical strength and energy. He panted and looked around, watching Phillips being defeated by Might Guy. His battle with Spartacus also ended in a loss for both sides. The battlefield was full of broken buildings and fallen soldiers. Quicksilver also slowly recovered his strength at this time, and stood up tremblingly. Although he looked tired, his eyes still burned with determination to fight.

Tony patted the armor's chest gently, as if to confirm whether it could continue to fight, and then smiled at Quicksilver and Might Guy. Although his face was covered with sweat and dust, he still maintained his usual optimism and humor: "We won."

Quicksilver panted and nodded. Might Guy's face was covered in sweat, but he was still energetic and showed a winner's smile. The three of them looked at each other, as if everything was over and the battle was finally over.

At this moment, the sky suddenly became dark, and a huge shadow was cast from the sky, as if foreshadowing that a new crisis was approaching. Tony raised his head, and his pupils suddenly shrank. He saw countless paratroopers falling from the sky, a black mass, quickly occupying the sky above the battlefield. They were wearing uniform black combat uniforms, holding advanced weapons in their hands, and paratrooper parachute bags hanging behind them, and they landed on the ground at an extremely fast speed.

"Damn it..." Tony cursed in a low voice, and quickly realized the crisis in front of him. The paratroopers were not ordinary soldiers, but warriors with super powers. The energy fluctuations on their bodies made Tony feel a chill, and it was obvious that they were coming for a special target.

"They are here for the blood of the demigod!" Tony instantly understood the purpose of these paratroopers. Their goal was not simply to kill, but the blood of the demigod. This blood, which contained mysterious power, had a huge appeal to some people.

"Damn it! At this moment..." Tony clenched his fists, his heart filled with anxiety and anger. The battle had just ended, and all of them were exhausted, but the enemy came with a fierce momentum and a clear purpose.

At this moment, a cold voice came from behind the paratroopers, and Helmut Zemo walked out slowly. He had a cold smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with cunning and conspiracy. He stood in front of the paratroopers, his hands behind his back, and he looked extremely calm and steady.

"Avengers, you are indeed not easy to deal with." Zemo's voice was low and full of sarcasm, "But today's victory belongs to me. My super-powered soldiers are ready, and they have only one mission - to collect the blood of the demigod and... kill you."

As soon as his order fell, the paratroopers quickly dispersed, and the eyes of the superpower soldiers burned with cold fighting spirit, as if their bodies had been injected with powerful strength. They rushed towards the demigod warriors on the battlefield without hesitation, with a clear and direct goal.

"We have to act quickly!" Tony suddenly realized the seriousness of the crisis and immediately activated the armor system to try to stop the attack of the super-powered soldiers. He turned to Might Guy and Quicksilver and said, "They are here for the blood of the demigod. We must protect them, otherwise things will get worse!"

Quicksilver and Might Guy looked at each other. Even though their strength was almost exhausted, they stood up without hesitation and prepared for a new battle.

However, faced with a large number of super-powered soldiers, the situation of the Avengers became extremely dangerous, and Helmut Zemo's conspiracy was getting closer and closer to success.