I'm starting a mythology craze at Marvel

Chapter 64 The Beginning

"Loki, it's been so long since we last met. Your skills are still as good as ever."

Thor waved the small hammer in his hand, looking extremely confident.

He is no longer the confused man who cannot recognize himself. He is Thor, the god of thunder, the son of Odin, and the heir to the throne of Asgard!
Loki accompanied his brother helplessly, looking extremely annoyed, but the hint of joy that inadvertently flashed in his eyes completely betrayed him. Fortunately, Thor did not notice it.

"Director, with the help of these two princes, our SHIELD will definitely be able to show off our power and make those people in the military shut up!"

Coulson said happily, and Nick Fury next to him had an even more flattering look on his face.

Just as Xia Ling was about to say something, his cell phone suddenly rang.

"What, are you sure?"

After answering the call, Xia Ling's expression gradually became serious, which made Coulson and Nick Fury on the side secretly guess what had happened.

"Everyone, there is bad news. The Red Giant is leading his men to attack us."

The citizens of New York never imagined that one day they would be threatened by war. When they realized it, they were already on the battlefield.

New Yorkers, who would have had to wait several years to experience war, were able to experience what war is like in advance today.

Success means having time to adapt before the disastrous future arrives.

But fortunately, there is good news. The Chitauri will not come, and Thanos will most likely not be able to invade the Earth.

However, those bloodthirsty Khorne followers are even more brutal than the Ziraeta.

The shadow of war quickly enveloped New York like a dark cloud, pushing this once prosperous city to the brink of destruction.

The Red Giant and his men came like a tide, with only killing and conquest in their eyes and no mercy for life.

With the fierce offensive of the Red Giant and his men, the streets of New York quickly turned into a battlefield.

The sounds of explosions and gunfire were intertwined and deafening, and thick smoke covered half of the sky.

Citizens panicked, some sought shelter, while others tried to flee the war-torn city.

On both sides of the street, shop windows were shattered by the debris of the explosion, and flames shot up into the sky, lighting up the night as bright as day.

The overturned vehicles, burning fiercely, became obstacles to escape. Pedestrians ran in panic, pushing each other, trying to find a ray of life in the chaos.

Tony, wearing a battle suit, looked at the scene in front of him angrily. This was not a war, but a massacre!

Blood flowed on the broken streets, dyeing the originally prosperous urban landscape into a shocking red.

The landscape was filled with piles of skulls, as if they were trying to build a throne.

Tony couldn't bear it any longer. He activated the flight system of his suit and instantly took off into the air, cutting through the night sky like an angry Thor and heading straight for the area where the Khorne war gang was most concentrated.

"For New York, for innocent lives!"

Tony roared in his heart, and at the same time, his battle suit began to emit a dazzling light, which was a sign of highly concentrated energy.

He waved his hands and the palm cannon was activated instantly. Two high-energy beams of light cut through the darkness like lightning, accurately hitting two Khorne believers and knocking them away instantly.

This attack instantly made him feel bad. His palm thunder had always killed anyone he saw, but today it just knocked them away. Although they looked seriously injured, it was obvious that they had no chance of survival.

However, if a small minion has such physical fitness, then how powerful would their leader, the Red Giant Banner, and Bronski, who almost challenged Dagon's Church single-handedly, be?
Tony's doubts were only short-lived. He quickly adjusted his mindset and realized that he was facing an unprecedentedly powerful enemy.

Just as Tony was fighting fiercely with the Khorne believers in the air, with unprecedented urgency and anxiety in his heart, the situation on the ground also took a sharp turn for the worse.

New York's defense forces, including the police, the army and even some superheroes, have all thrown themselves into this sudden war, but their resistance seems so pale and powerless.

The army's heavy equipment was like paper in the face of Khorne's powerful force. Tanks were easily overturned. Even though the soldiers fought bravely, they could not stop the enemy's overwhelming offensive, which was a complete replica of the previous war.

Moreover, because the battle was being fought in a city, the army was unable to deploy its forces and the attack was severely hampered.

Faced with the brutal offensive of the followers of Khorne, New York's defense forces tried their best but still seemed powerless.

The army's heavy weapons lost their former power in the narrow streets and densely packed buildings. Every attempt to counterattack was like an egg hitting a stone, and could only barely slow down the enemy's advance.

The once-mighty Admiral Thomas' forehead was covered with sweat as he tried to adjust his tactics to deal with this unprecedented crisis.

This was different from what he expected. Logically, it should be that the good guys under his command were used as cannon fodder to attract attention, and then the priests of Dagon's Church used magic to defeat them.

But who would have thought that the Red Giant would not play by the rules and would take the initiative to attack New York.

How could he be so brave as to do this?
Admiral Thomas's thoughts were racing. Now it was no longer a question of whether others dared to do it, but a question of how to repel the enemy. If it really didn't work, then he could only leave quickly. Otherwise, if a dirty bomb was fired, it would be a question whether he could leave ashes behind.

Admiral Thomas and his men began to organize small-scale commandos, using terrain advantages to conduct guerrilla warfare and using long-range weapon systems to carry out precision strikes on the enemy.

However, these efforts seemed to be just a drop in the bucket, and the power of these Khorne Legions was even stronger than last time.

Before Banner and Bronsky even showed up, the little brothers had become a nightmare on the battlefield with their amazing strength and terrifying defense.

They easily crushed all obstacles in their way. Neither strong fortifications nor brave soldiers could stop their progress.

However, Admiral Thomas didn't have to consider whether to escape or continue fighting. As a group of cars flew over and turned him into a paste, he didn't have to consider anything.

"We must find their weakness!"

Tony prayed to himself, and at the same time used the advanced technology of his suit to conduct a full-scale scan of the battlefield, trying to find the flaws of the Khorne believers.

However, these violent monsters seemed to have no weaknesses at all.

Tony looked at the gradually deteriorating battle situation, with a gleam of determination in his eyes. If he could kill their leader, Banner, maybe he could make them flee directly.

But speaking of the Legion, the entire organization looks disorganized, and Banner could not be found in the scans.

At this moment, several Khorne warriors suddenly jumped up and kicked Tony hard, knocking him to the ground.

Tony was dizzy and blinded from the beating, with his body damaged to 45%. Before he could react, he was surrounded and was about to be smashed into a paste.

Just then, a loud shout was heard from afar.

"I'm here to help you!"

(End of this chapter)