"Come out—every last one of you! I gave you life, now bring me that brat's soul!"
Loki's scream cracked through the sky, eyes glowing a twisted, blood-red hue. The abyss he'd summoned rippled wider, and monstrous silhouettes clawed their way into the world. Fangs, claws, twisted limbs—they lunged toward Ryuuto in a frenzy of snarls.
Wanda gasped and instinctively pressed closer to Ryuuto. "Oh my god… that's horrifying! Loki is actually this cruel?"
"He's loud, that's for sure," Ryuuto replied lightly. "But he's not getting through me."
Summoning Technique: Triple Rashomon.
Three massive demonic gates erupted from the earth, each carved with ghostly faces and hellish fangs. They crashed down between Ryuuto and the swarm, immovable like mountains. The demons threw themselves against the gates—scratching, biting, ramming—but couldn't even make them shake.
"Smash through! Tear down those cursed gates!" Loki howled, face darkened to pure rage.
The demons obeyed. Claws scraped metal. Horns shattered. Teeth cracked. The sky echoed with howls and violent wind.
Wanda trembled—but Ryuuto only yawned.
"That's it? I thought you'd summon something impressive. This is just… garbage fodder."
Loki's expression twisted. "Shut up! If you have guts, destroy my army first! Let's see how long you last!"
"Oh please," Ryuuto muttered. "Still pretending? Fine. Cry later."
His hands moved in a blur.
Wind Style. Infinite Sandstorm Breakthrough.
A roaring cyclone erupted from his palms, swallowing the battlefield whole. Sand and debris blasted outward like a thousand razors. Loki's demonic army didn't even get a second scream—bodies flayed apart, bones exposed, then reduced to ash in the raging storm.
Loki nearly coughed blood. "Stand your ground! Hold on—HOLD ON!"
But then something inside him froze.
A killing intent colder than the abyss touched the back of his neck.
He turned.
Ryuuto's Mangekyō Sharingan spun like a cosmic whirlpool.
Loki's heart plummeted.
Genjutsu: Hell Vision.
He never stood a chance.
"Ah—AHHH! Don't—don't come closer! Thor, stay away!"
In Loki's mind, Thor walked toward him with Mjolnir raised high, grinning like an executioner. Asgardian soldiers cheered, roaring for Loki's death. The illusion crushed him like boulders on his chest.
Loki dropped to his knees, screaming, clutching his head. He lost control of his magic completely. Wind blades whipped into his flesh, slicing him open as he convulsed on the ground.
"This guy is miserable," Wanda said, wincing. "Let me finish him."
"Go ahead. Don't hold back."
Wanda raised her hand. Origin Magic Power surged into Loki's mind like a red comet. His pupils shrank; he foamed at the mouth.
But he didn't die.
Wanda blinked in surprise. "Seriously? He survived that? He's like a cockroach."
Ryuuto shrugged. "He's got cheap bones. Hard to kill. Let's watch him struggle for a bit."
But before he could launch another technique, his communicator buzzed.
He sighed and answered.
"Ryuuto, it's bad!" Tony Stark's panicked voice blasted through. "I'm in deep trouble—need backup ASAP!"
"Oh? Slow down, Iron Man. Explain. I'll handle it."
Tony inhaled sharply. "Colonel Rhode's new suit malfunctioned! The Mark II Patriot—totally out of control. It tore apart War Machine and is now attacking convicted criminals in the city! It's a disaster!"
"The Steel Patriot? The one loaded with every insane weapon you own?"
"Yes! That one! It's gone berserk! Ryuuto, please—help me out on this!"
"Relax. I'll go fold him."
Ryuuto locked onto the Patriot's energy signal, ready to depart.
Then—
"No! Loki's running away!" Wanda cried.
They turned just in time to see Loki, trembling and half-dead, drag his ruined body into a shimmering space portal.
And he vanished.
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