Unable to Break His Defense

Steve soon arrived at 28 Königstraße in Stuttgart, Germany.

A grand ball was being held here, drawing numerous members of high society.

Loki easily obtained Dr. Heinrich Siefert’s cornea.

Meanwhile, Hawkeye successfully opened a major gateway and obtained what he wanted.

With the first step of the plan complete, it was naturally time for the second.

Wearing a horned helmet, golden armor, and a golden cape, Loki held the Mind Scepter as he slowly made his way down the road to the outside of the venue.

A large crowd had gathered here. Loki directly created over twenty duplicates, causing the panicked people to instinctively huddle together.

"Kneel!"

More than twenty Lokis spoke in unison, their voices resounding through the sky and frightening everyone into dropping to their knees.

"Wasn’t that simple?"

"Isn’t this your nature?"

"This is the self-evident essence of humanity. You long to be conquered.

"The glittering facade of freedom deprives you of the joy of life and tempts you into madly pursuing power."

"You were born to be ruled."

"In the end, you will always bow before the strong."

Loki slowly walked into the crowd, his words filled with arrogance.

To him, humans were merely a group of weaklings, and the weak should submit to the strong.

The words left the many white and Black people present too afraid to respond.

The man in golden armor and a horned golden helmet possessed power beyond their comprehension.

They wanted to refute him, but they knew that if they spoke back and defied him, they would surely die.

Yet an old man who had lived through the dark days of the past disregarded his own life and stood up, determined to make a stand.

"Even if we bow our heads, it won’t be to someone like you."

The white-haired old man looked at Loki and spoke.

"There has never been anyone like me."

Loki was amused that someone actually dared to defy him.

"No, there will always be people like you—arrogant fools who think that having a little power and authority means everyone should revolve around them."

Though old, the man’s words were incredibly sharp.

Having lived so many years, he had seen too many politicians and military figures commit foolish and tyrannical acts.

Power and authority were not entirely the same, but in essence, both made people arrogant and conceited.

"I admire your backbone, but earning my respect comes at a price."

Hearing the blunt insult, Loki smiled and raised his scepter, firing a beam of light.

In an instant, the old man burst into flames. Before he could even cry out, he had already turned to ash.

The sight terrified those around him into lowering their heads.

The entire venue fell silent. No one even dared to seek justice for the old man, afraid they would be next.

"Just as I thought, you were born to be ruled."

After killing the old man, Loki looked around at the people who no longer dared to protest, disappointment flashing in his eyes.

At that moment, a figure charged in from the side, shield in hand, and slammed straight into Loki.

Yet when that terrifying force—enough to smash through a wall—struck Loki, it only produced a loud clang!

Loki himself did not move in the slightest, while the person who had charged him was forced back several steps by the recoil.

When Loki saw that the newcomer wore a bizarre striped bodysuit with a conspicuous star embroidered on his chest, looking utterly ridiculous—

"American soldier, you think you can stand up for them?"

Recognizing him, Loki’s face took on a mocking expression.

"The last time I came to Germany, I ran into another self-righteous man who thought he stood above everyone else."

"And I’m not alone."

Steve got to his feet. Looking at the alien who had remained completely unmoved after taking his full-force charge, his eyes were filled with wariness. But he knew he had to give the surrounding civilians some confidence.

A state-of-the-art fighter jet quickly arrived in the sky behind Steve.

"Drop your weapon and surrender immediately."

The fighter’s loudspeaker directly ordered Loki to surrender.

Faced with this, Loki sneered, raised his scepter, and instantly fired more than ten beams of light at the fighter.

Although the fighter reacted quickly and immediately adjusted its direction, more than ten beams still struck its side wing.

His strength was indeed inferior to that of his brother Thor, but these scraps were in no position to threaten him.

Natasha was piloting the fighter. It had nearly been shot through, and even though it had not been pierced, its balance had already been compromised.

Fortunately, it was not very high off the ground, and with her skills, she could still ensure her own safety.

Seeing this, Steve immediately threw his vibranium shield. The vibranium shield that could damage steel alloys—

When it struck Loki’s head, it merely made Loki’s head tilt slightly. It could not break through his defense at all.

The shield returned to Steve’s hand, but the sight made his heart sink. Still, he was the only one who could fight Loki at the moment.

So Steve rushed forward and drove the edge of his shield straight into Loki’s face.

Loki paid no attention whatsoever to Steve, this american soldier. Without dodging, he raised his scepter and fired a magic bolt.

When the magic bolt hit the shield, it rebounded directly. Loki was struck by his own attack and staggered back a few steps.

Steve did not want to waste this rare opportunity and immediately threw a punch.

His raw strength was five tons, but when attacking at full force, the power he could unleash was at least ten tons.

That punch could smash a wall to pieces, but when it landed on Loki’s face, it felt like striking hardened steel.

Loki had suffered a small loss due to his carelessness, but seeing this american soldier foolishly try to compare hand-to-hand combat with him—

Loki laughed and swung around with a kick directly at Steve’s chest.

Although Steve reacted in time and blocked with his shield, deflecting most of the force.

The remaining force still slammed into him like a high-speed heavy truck, sending Steve flying backward.

Steve quickly adjusted his body and rolled several times across the ground to bleed off the force.

But his hands trembled uncontrollably from blocking that enormous power, making Steve inwardly groan.

He knew aliens were certainly not opponents ordinary people could handle. But this man looked like a long-range mage.

He had thought he could gain an advantage in close combat, but he had not expected this man’s body to so utterly exceed his imagination.

Even attacking with his vibranium shield, he had been unable to break through the other’s defense.

The sixteenth day of writing ten thousand words a day—here was the first update.