"Bang!"
Under Atreus's extreme dynamic vision, he could clearly see Loki's face—actually quite handsome and full of mischief—distort in an instant from the force of a massive blow.
Loki's jaw was knocked sharply to the left, and his cheekbone appeared grotesquely deformed.
That once sinister god's face had turned into a completely ridiculous one.
No, something felt off after that first punch!
Since Loki had already displayed his masochistic tendencies, Atreus didn't hesitate.
He grabbed Loki's left leg and began repeatedly slamming him back and forth with terrifying speed.
No finesse! Just pure, brute force!
Absolute power crushing everything in its path!
Loki began to question his entire existence as a god.
Wasn't he supposed to be the mighty and supreme King Loki, about to descend upon Earth and command the worship of billions of humans?
How did it end up with him putting on the biggest act, only to get beaten the hardest?
Loki was battered black and blue, spinning uncontrollably, and spitting blood.
It felt like this beating would never end!
After a final "Hellish Windmill" move, Atreus used his "Giant Throw," hurling Loki like a cannonball into the main support pillar of Stark Tower.
Poor Loki took the final hit, and as his body rebounded, fate had it that Tony Stark, flying up in his new Iron Man suit, collided with him.
Seeing Loki flying toward him like a projectile, Tony instinctively fired off a repulsor blast, delivering the final blow.
Loki flew back into the building like a bag of trash, landing motionless on the floor.
Tony, in rare form, quipped, "He said he was a god!"
Atreus shrugged and said dismissively, "What a weak god!"
Tony grimaced, "You don't think we killed him, right?"
Tony shivered at the thought of Loki's unreasonable, overprotective brother.
"Tony, I remember the final hit was yours," Atreus said, twisting the knife.
"Fxck!"
"Maybe we tell Thor that 'the deceased Loki's injuries have stabilized'?" Atreus suggested, laughing.
Tony wanted to strangle Atreus. "Can you say something more helpful?"
"Fine, he's tough," Atreus kicked Loki's body, which twitched slightly.
At that moment, the Tesseract system on top of Stark Tower reached its final stage. A dazzling blue beam shot into the sky, parting the clouds and opening a massive space portal hundreds of meters in diameter.
Both Atreus and Tony looked out the window.
"Wow!" Atreus exclaimed.
Tony, looking constipated, asked, "You know how to fly?"
"Sort of."
If it had been anyone else, Tony would've had a snarky reply, but knowing Atreus could even mess with portals, he had no words. "You figure out how to close that portal. I'll hold the fort here!"
Without a second of hesitation, Iron Man's red-and-gold figure rocketed upward, heading straight for the portal in the sky.
Loki wasn't lying—the Chitauri army had indeed been waiting on the other side.
As the Chitauri, riding what looked like flying jet skis, came through the portal, Iron Man opened the missile pods on his shoulders. Dozens of high-energy missiles spiraled out, taking bizarre flight paths before accurately blowing up the first wave of Chitauri invaders into fireworks.
But it wasn't enough!
How could an army have only a few dozen troops?
These Chitauri weren't even the vanguard—they were just scouts.
Iron Man flew into the fray, using every weapon at his disposal to delay the advance of this terrifying alien army.
Atreus couldn't help but respect Tony for his bravery. He truly was a warrior.
At that moment, Thor, the God of Thunder, descended with his hammer into Stark Tower's rooftop garden.
Atreus thought he heard something like, "80! 80! 80!" in his ears.
"Loki! He…" Thor's heart clenched when he saw his brother lying in tatters on the ground, looking as though he'd been beaten to death.
"He tried to kill Tony, so we gave him a good beating," Atreus said, kicking Loki again. The unconscious god let out a soft groan.
Oh, still alive! No worries then.
Thor's tense expression softened. His idiotic brother, Loki—he could be beaten, tortured, even whipped for all Thor cared.
As long as Loki wasn't dead, anyone who helped beat him up was Thor's buddy.
Thor smiled, a bit foolishly, and offered his fist to Atreus in a human-style fist bump. "You are…?"
"Kratos! A friend of Tony's," Atreus said casually, returning the fist bump while sneakily using his "Giant Throw" ability.
"Boom!" A small shockwave caused a sonic boom, shattering the glass of Tony's bedroom.
Indeed, Thor had used five percent of his strength, impressed by the man who had managed to deal with his foolish brother.
He didn't expect Atreus to actually withstand it.
Outwardly calm, Atreus inwardly cursed as he realized his bones had cracked.
Damn! That hurt!
Thor was no joke. The strength of this stage of Thor's life was monstrous. So Thor was holding back in their previous fights. Atreus estimated Thor's strength to be over 1,000 points.
No wonder he was a true god of Asgard, while Atreus was just a mid-level demigod.
Luckily, Atreus's "Rapid Regeneration" ability had already kicked in. This small injury would heal in minutes.
Atreus quickly changed the subject: "The Chitauri are here. Are you going to fight?"
Thor hesitated slightly. "I'll deal with Loki first."
"Okay, I'll go ahead," Atreus said, leaping out the window.
This was a hundred-meter drop!
Thor knew Kratos must have some trick up his sleeve, but he still couldn't help but glance out the window.
What he saw defied science—a chariot flew between two skyscrapers, pulled by three translucent, divine steeds. The chariot gleamed with golden armor, and more impressively, there were two female warriors onboard, wearing golden half-masks that covered their faces from the nose up. One of them was driving the chariot, while the other stood guard with sword and shield next to Kratos.
Kratos pulled out a massive longbow...
The bowstring hummed like a war drum…
Three arrows shot forth!
In the next moment, three groups of Chitauri riders—each riding three-man flying motorbikes—were skewered by the arrows, falling dead.
Each arrow had pierced three Chitauri soldiers, who now dangled lifelessly like locusts on a string.