Dominic stood at the very front of the team, his fists clenched, his gaze like a knife piercing into the distance. His voice was low and powerful, as if carrying an irresistible command: "Destroy Rama-Tut's rule. I'll handle Apocalypse, the rest is up to you."
The atmosphere instantly became heavy, and everyone in the team felt a tangible sense of oppression, as if the air was thick with gunpowder. However, this tense atmosphere was quickly shattered by a remark from Deadpool.
"Hold on," Deadpool raised one hand high, his eyes full of mischief, "You handle Apocalypse? We handle the rest? That sounds like the division of labor in some low-budget superhero movie. Don't you know, the result of this kind of arrangement in movies is that all of us supporting characters die, and you get to look cool all by yourself?"
Peter couldn't help but let out a soft laugh: "He really did hit on a lot of tropes."
"Of course," Deadpool pointed at himself dramatically, "I'm a walking dictionary of movie structure! We're currently in the 'hero split before the start of the third act' phase. Just wait, there's definitely going to be a bunch of'splitting up' shots that make us look like a bunch of assholes with no team spirit."
America scoffed and shook her head: "Or more like an overly drawn-out special effects blockbuster."
Deadpool continued his extraordinary verbal barrage: "Exactly! You know what's going to happen? Dominic will solo Apocalypse, with some kind of epic symphony music in the background, and what about us? We'll be fighting Rama-Tut's 'mooks' in a bunch of random camera cuts until the director remembers we're still alive."
Logan exhaled a puff of cigar smoke and said coldly: "Shut up, Deadpool."
"Oh, right, you're the 'tough guy archetype' of the team." Deadpool turned around and pointed at Logan, speaking rapidly, "You're the guy who will end the fight with a simple, rough line at the critical moment, like 'Let's finish this goddamn mess,' or 'I hate time travel,' or something like that. Don't deny it, I see right through you."
Loki leaned against the side with his arms crossed, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Deadpool, it seems you are full of dramatic fantasies about our future."
"Fantasies? No, no, this is a reality preview!" Deadpool made a 'cutting action' gesture, his expression as exaggerated as if he were performing, "Next, I bet Loki will say something full of sarcastic double meanings, like 'The struggles of mortals are like ants fighting a storm,' or other nonsense."
Loki narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in them: "You really enjoy annoying me, don't you?"
"Of course, because you're the 'villainous ally' type." Deadpool pointed at Loki, a harmless smile on his face, "You'll show your true colours as the 'god of mischief' at the most critical moment of the battle, making a choice that no one expects, and then the audience will applaud you—or boo you out of the building."
Miles asked Peter in a low voice: "Is he always like this?"
"Basically," Peter sighed, "but you'll get used to it."
America put her hands on her hips and shook her head lightly: "Deadpool, your mouth is more lethal than any weapon we need. Can you tone it down?"
"Tone it down?" Deadpool clutched his chest with a wounded expression, "America, you know what, I conquered the World with my mouth! You need me, just like a movie needs a comedian to relieve the tension."
Dominic turned around, his eyes scanning Deadpool coldly, his voice low: "One more word, and you won't be participating in the battle that follows."
Deadpool immediately raised his hands and backed away with an innocent look: "Okay, okay, Dominic, I'll shut up. But remember, if we all die in the end, I want to be the first one to complain about this terrible script in the end credits."
Dominic ignored him, his gaze returning to the distant battlefield, his voice calm yet full of power: "Operation commence."
Thick dust and the smell of burning permeated the city's sky, and distant buildings collapsed with a roar from the Impact of explosions. Debris rained down like bullets, carving deep cracks in the ground. With a command from Dominic, the entire team quickly dispersed, beginning to clear out Rama-Tut's Miscellaneous Soldiers and destroy the core facilities of his rule.
Venom engulfed Eddie's body, transforming into a black tidal wave, and surged towards a squad of mechanical soldiers. His tendrils whipped through the air, each strike as precise as a whip, instantly flattening the blue-glowing robots into a pile of twisted scrap metal. Eddie roared in a low voice: "You mechanical garbage, don't block the way!"
Deadpool rolled over from the other side, the cold glint of his twin swords flashing in his hands, his movements as light as a dancer's. He yelled as he slashed: "Why are Rama-Tut's mooks always mechanical? I really miss opponents who bleed! Why not give them blood packs for more drama next time we fight!"
"Can you shut up?" Logan growled, his steel claws slicing through the air with fierce killing intent, directly tearing an incoming soldier in half. He turned and glared at Deadpool: "Focus, don't act like a brainless clown!"
"Clown?" Deadpool pretended to clutch his chest, backing away exaggeratedly, "You really hurt me, Old Wolf! But seriously, these robots are quite interesting, no blood when you chop them, environmentally friendly!"
America kicked away a mechanical soldier, her back against Miles, and said in a low voice: "You watch out for the rays from above, I'll handle the sides."
"Got it." Miles's voice was calm and firm, he raised his wrist, and two webs shot out quickly, accurately entangling the rotor of a flying machine and slamming it hard onto the ground. He added: "Although there are many of these guys, their coordination isn't tight. Keep the pressure on, they won't last long."
Peter agilely climbed among the ruins of buildings on the other side, his webs flying through the air like nimble snakes, directly suspending two enemies attempting a sneak attack in mid-air. He waved his hand: "Don't be too confident, Miles, usually this is when the real trouble starts."
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge roar came from the distance. The ruins of the tall building were engulfed in flames, and a scorching figure flew out of the sea of fire, the Human Torch's figure streaking across the sky with dazzling light. His laughter was full of provocation: "This is your plan? Trying to attract attention by destroying a few garbage robots? Foolish!"
"Human Torch is mine." Eddie's voice sounded coldly, Venom's tendrils suddenly extended, rushing straight into the sky. His body unfolded huge black wings in mid-air, like a giant predatory Beast, pouncing towards the Human Torch.
Meanwhile, in the ruins on the other side, a deep darkness silently spread. Black Bolt stood on high ground, his eyes cold, he did not speak, but the silence that permeated the air was already suffocating. Loki looked up at him, a cold smile playing on his lips: "A 'king' who doesn't speak, you seem to underestimate the power of language. However, I can teach you what trickery is."
Loki flicked his finger lightly, and a green energy barrier exploded in the air, heading straight for Black Bolt.
"Magneto is mine." Logan's voice was low as iron, his gaze locked onto Magneto in the distance who was manipulating metal debris. That area of debris turned into a metal storm under Magneto's gesture, rushing towards Logan. Logan grinned, his steel claws plunging fiercely into the ground, and he charged into the storm.
America and Peter stood at a collapsed intersection, facing the Iron Skull. His arms had transformed into two massive cannons, emitting a faint red glow, ready to fire. America said in a low voice: "Looks like he's not easy to deal with."
"We don't have a choice," Peter replied softly, shooting webs from his hands and charging out simultaneously, "Split up, he's focused on me!"
Miles stood on the other side, his gaze looking at the approaching mechanical troops. His voice carried a hint of tension: "Did we underestimate their reaction speed?"
Deadpool peeked out from behind the ruins, holding up a broken arm of a mechanical soldier and waving it like a flag: "Guys, relax! This is just a typical day for us: a bunch of supervillains against a team of amateur saviors, what's there to be nervous about?"
Before he finished speaking, a huge explosion suddenly occurred behind him. Deadpool was blown several times in mid-air and fell heavily to the ground. He raised his hand, shaking a broken finger: "Okay, that was a bit much."
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the ruins, and in the distance, Magneto stood on a large metal plate, as if he was one with the sky and earth. His attire clearly had an ancient Egyptian style, with streamlined decorations extending from the sides of his helmet, like the crown of an ancient pharaoh, but made of shimmering metal, emitting a faint glow. His dark purple cape fluttered in the wind, his breastplate was carved with intricate hieroglyphs, and the armor on his shoulders and waist connected smoothly, outlining his tall and slender figure.
His eyes, through the opening in his helmet, looked coldly at Logan, his gaze like a knife. A disdainful smile played on his lips, his voice low and cold: "I have killed you in this World. The you from another World, as well."
Logan stood in a pile of twisted metal ruins, his claws slowly extending, the sharp metal blades reflecting a faint light. His eyes were full of disdain, and he gritted his teeth and spat out two words: "Try it."
Magneto gently raised a finger, and the surrounding metal ruins began to tremble, slowly rising like awakened giant Beasts. His figure leaned slightly forward, his tone filled with endless confidence: "The bones in your body are the perfect medium for my power. Fighting me is your greatest folly."
Before he finished speaking, Logan had already charged forward. A cloud of dust kicked up from his feet, his claws carrying a fierce gust of wind, aiming directly at Magneto's chest. Magneto stood still, the smile on his lips still cold, and with a slight wave of his hand, Logan's movement suddenly froze.
"Did you really think you could hurt me?" Magneto's voice held a hint of mockery, Logan's metal claws actually began to slowly twist, as if gripped tightly by invisible hands.
Logan gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging. His body trembled slightly, as if resisting an invisible force. He let out a low roar and suddenly exerted force, shifting his body's center of gravity forward, trying to break free from the control. Magneto's gesture, however, was as light as flicking a feather, and the metal claws instantly bent completely, their tips pointing directly at Logan's throat.
"This is your limitation," Magneto's voice held a tone of disdain, "The power you rely on is your greatest weakness."
Logan roared and swung his other claw, aiming straight for Magneto's face. This time, his movement was extremely fast, the wind pressure generated even causing Magneto's cape to flutter slightly. However, that smile never left Magneto's face.
"Too slow," Magneto said coldly. He raised his other hand, and a harsh metallic scraping sound filled the air. Logan's second claw was also firmly twisted by the powerful magnetic force, and even the movement of his arm was restricted.
Logan's claws were tightly controlled in mid-air, his body unable to move, but there was no hint of retreat in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, his voice low and mocking: "You think this can make me yield?"
Magneto's gaze slightly deepened, and he clenched his hand. The ruins around Logan instantly transformed into dozens of sharp metal spears, suspended in the air, their tips pointed at his body.
"Yield?" Magneto's tone was cold and sarcastic, "No, I just need you to disappear."
Logan's chest heaved violently, his gaze locked on Magneto, and a cold smile actually appeared on his lips. He let out a low roar, his legs suddenly pushing off, and his entire body shot forward like a cannonball. The metal spears pierced his shoulders and arms, but did not stop his movement at all.
A hint of surprise flashed in Magneto's eyes for the first time: "You..."
Before he finished speaking, Logan was already close, letting out a Beast-like roar from his mouth: "You probably forgot, I can tear you apart even without these claws!"
Logan lowered his head and rammed forward. The sound of his helmet's metal colliding with Magneto's breastplate was deafening like thunder, and Magneto was pushed back several steps by the Impact. His magnetic force loosened slightly, and Logan's claws regained a little freedom, then he suddenly stabbed towards the opponent's chest.
Magneto reacted quickly, waving his hand again. The metal claw blades were forcefully deflected at the last moment, grazing his shoulder and slicing a long, thin gash. Blood dripped down the edge of the armor, but his gaze remained cold, his voice low: "Very well, you have wounded me. But you will pay for it."
Logan gasped for breath, his eyes fierce: "Come on, let's see who survives in the end!"
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