"That's great."
Through the earpiece, Steve's excitement was unmistakable.
His voice was filled with joy and adrenaline.
"Drive those 'whales' into one location and let Wes deal with them."
Steve issued the order swiftly, his tone firm and decisive.
Upon hearing his command, everyone moved at once. They began skillfully herding the massive, grotesque "whales" toward a designated direction.
The process was anything but easy. They had to dodge the whales' attacks while ensuring the creatures were guided to the correct location.
Yet no one hesitated.
In their hearts, there was only one belief: for Earth's future, they had to give everything they had.
Steve wasn't just commanding the Avengers.
His communication network was also linked to the U.S. military.
A large portion of the soldiers had grown up listening to Steve's stories.
Throughout their childhoods, his legendary experiences had shone like guiding stars, illuminating their paths forward.
At least half of them had joined the military precisely because of his influence, choosing to fight for their country and its people.
Now, fighting side by side with the legendary Captain America and taking orders from him felt like something straight out of a dream.
Every soldier felt an indescribable surge of excitement, as if adrenaline were flooding their veins, filling them with boundless resolve and strength.
Dozens of enormous whales were successfully driven together into a district that had already been fully evacuated.
The area was eerily empty and silent, as though it were waiting for a storm to descend.
Without hesitation, Wes Elwin Apparated directly to the site.
His figure appeared instantly at the center of the district.
"Gravity Charm—eightfold."
A tremendous magical force engulfed the entire area.
The whales fell from the sky like dumplings dropped into boiling water, slamming into the ground with deafening crashes.
The price, however, was steep.
The entire district was affected by the increased gravity—there wasn't a single building left intact.
But it was worth it.
To stop the Chitauri invasion.
To protect Earth.
Such sacrifices were insignificant.
The Chitauri commander was no fool. He quickly realized something was wrong.
He immediately ordered the "whales" to spread out, increasing the distance between them as much as possible.
At the same time, he dispatched a large force to hunt down Wes.
The whales of the vanguard were crucial siege weapons. Losing so many at once severely crippled their offensive momentum.
"The Chitauri have locked onto Wes. Change of battle plan."
Steve instantly grasped the shift in battlefield dynamics, his voice calm and decisive.
"Thor, stop your brother. Tony, support him and clear the path."
Steve's exceptional command ability was on full display.
He made rapid decisions, adjusting their strategy on the fly to adapt to the constantly evolving battlefield.
"Wes, do you need assistance?" Steve asked with concern.
Wes looked at the Chitauri army swarming like locusts, stretching endlessly across the sky.
"I can handle it."
His reply was brief—
and absolute.
Steve finally let out a breath of relief.
At this stage of the battle, every unit of strength mattered.
Knowing that Wes didn't need assistance eased the pressure on him, allowing Steve to devote more attention to commanding the other fronts.
To conserve mana, Wes mounted the flying broom he had personally modified.
His flying skills far surpassed those of professional Quidditch players. It wasn't that he lacked talent—he simply had no interest in participating in Quidditch matches.
Wes deftly maneuvered the broom, weaving freely through the Chitauri ranks like a nimble swallow darting through the air.
He skillfully lured the Chitauri forces toward Central Park, which remained lush and green, a tranquil oasis amid the deafening chaos of the battlefield.
Riding his modified broom, Wes streaked into a forested area like a bolt of lightning.
The trees were thick with foliage, layers upon layers of leaves interwoven to form a natural green canopy.
It completely concealed Wes's trail.
The Chitauri army pursued relentlessly, their metallic bodies gleaming with cold light under the sun.
Like a surging tide, they piloted their aircraft straight into the forest.
What shocked them, however, was that Wes suddenly stopped.
"Idiots," Wes muttered under his breath, a trace of cunning flashing in his eyes.
His voice was soft, yet in the quiet forest it sounded unusually clear.
Then—
"BOOM!!!"
A deafening explosion erupted as a massive mushroom cloud rose into the air.
The violent shockwave instantly swept across the entire forest. Trees were ripped out by their roots, branches and leaves flying everywhere.
Blazing flames and scorching heat made the surrounding air feel as though it were burning.
That entire Chitauri force, along with the forest itself, was reduced to ash in an instant, metallic debris scattered in all directions.
"The arc of the trees works pretty well," Wes commented calmly.
His true body quietly appeared at another location not far away.
The figure that had entered the forest earlier was merely a clone. He had used it to lure the Chitauri into a trap before delivering a fatal blow.
This was an experiment with magic he had acquired from Fairy Tail—and he was quite satisfied with the results.
Watching the countless Chitauri surging through the city like a tidal wave, Wes smiled faintly.
"They seem like pretty decent test subjects."
Excitement flickered in his eyes as he stared at the densely packed enemy forces.
Originally planning to take it easy, Wes decided to put in a bit more effort.
In an instant, he turned into a mobile artillery platform.
His figure flashed rapidly across the battlefield as his wand danced nonstop, brilliant and colorful spells streaking through the sky like meteors.
Flame magic incinerated Chitauri soldiers into ash.
Ice magic froze them into lifeless sculptures.
Lightning magic shattered them to pieces.
Wes continuously experimented with different spells, his creativity and imagination unleashed to the fullest.
He reversed the hunt, chasing down the Chitauri army instead. Wherever he went, Chitauri warriors fell in droves.
Those once-arrogant alien invaders now fled in panic, like startled birds.
Though Wes's actions were unintentional, they greatly boosted humanity's morale.
Civilians and soldiers alike watched his heroic display and began cheering for him.
Their faces were filled with hope and joy as they shouted encouragement.
In their eyes, Wes was the hero who had come to save them.
However, in the eyes of another group, Wes's danger rating was skyrocketing at an alarming rate.
"Keep your eyes on him—don't miss a single second!" shouted Nick Fury, issuing commands to the technicians.
Fury feared that if Wes's power went unchecked, it could bring even greater disaster to Earth.
To fully monitor Wes's actions, he directly requisitioned a military satellite, recording every moment of Wes's combat from all angles.
The technicians worked nervously, eyes locked onto the screens, not daring to relax for even an instant.
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