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Chapter 127: Rescue
Malik turned his head to see a golden gear flash in George's hand, and golden rays of light flickered around them, instantly merging into their surroundings.
To Malik's surprise, he found himself enveloped by a milky white light curtain.
"Bang! Bang!" Malik quickly raised his gun and fired. However, the bullets only caused two ripples on the light curtain before falling to the ground.
"What is this? Who are you?" Malik realized something was different.
"To be honest, I originally wanted to chat with you more, but there's no need for that now," George said, glancing at Hive, who was imprisoned.
The white barrier was a spatial isolation magic spell cast by George, combining spatial sealing from the Naruto World with the Mirror Dimension.
Despite being sealed, Hive refused to give up; tiny particles began to emanate from his hands, crashing wildly against the seal.
"Don't bother anymore. Your ability is just parasitic control, and even if you had teleportation, you wouldn't be able to leave this seal, Hive!" George said, observing the agitated Hive within.
"Who exactly are you? How do you know me? This is impossible!" Hive was visibly surprised to hear George accurately speak his name.
"None of that matters, and it's meaningless to you now. As a failed product, it's time for you to exit the stage." After speaking, George lost interest in Hive's curses.
Instead, he continued forming hand seals, causing the milky white light curtain to shrink further.
"Fiendfyre Curse!"
"Ah! Let me go! I am the Inhumans' God!"
"Please!"
A blue flame ignited within the sealed space. The Fiendfyre Curse, one of the few powerful dark magic spells George obtained from Nicolas Flamel's memory, began to take shape.
This demonic fire, constantly growing stronger, could mimic the forms of monsters and relentlessly pursued everything combustible, disregarding friend or foe.
What George valued most about this spell was its immense power and its ability to incinerate all combustibles.
The screams within the sealed space quickly ceased, but the flames continued to burn until the space, which George had shrunk to one cubic meter, was filled with fire.
After two minutes, the flames slowly extinguished.
George kept forming hand seals until the seal became the size of a toy Tesseract, at which point he stopped shrinking it.
He reached out and picked up the Tesseract from the ground, placing it into a separate small magic bag.
Afterward, George dispelled the Mirror Dimension and reappeared on Ancient Star.
Ancient Star was the name George had just assigned to this planet; it held no special significanceāhe just found it easy to remember. He looked up at the two giant moons above him and activated teleportation.
George then flew into outer space by continuously teleporting. He didn't use his bone wings or Speed Force to fly because it would be too hard on his clothes.
A few minutes later, George arrived in outer space, took out the bag containing the sealed Tesseract, and with a flash of fire in his hand, he completely turned it into nothingness.
At this point, Hive, who had once been revered as a god by HYDRA, became a thing of the past under George's various methods.
After studying Hive's background, George found it relatively easy to handle. Hive was essentially a collection of parasites; it could only parasitize human corpses and couldn't infect Inhumans.
The more troublesome aspect was Hive's nano-parasitism; if not dealt with properly, Hive could easily escape.
However, this proved to be insignificant against George's spatial sealing. With careful planning and taking his unsuspecting target by surprise, George managed to deal with the thousand-year-old leader of the Inhumans.
Next, George took out another set of satellite equipment and prepared to return to Ancient Star. "Monday, conduct a detailed scan of Ancient Star via satellite, establish a data archive, and name the archive 'Ancient Star,'" George instructed.
"Yes, Master," Monday replied.
When George obtained the Cohen Stone, he considered making this planet his base of operations.
The fact that Hive hadn't escaped from this planet in thousands of years indicated its remoteness.
Although George had not found any Eternals on Earth over the years, it didn't mean they didn't exist; perhaps they were just well hidden. He wanted to ensure he had a backup plan in case of emergencies.
George intended to occupy this planet, and much work lay ahead. Completing such a massive project alone would be impossible.
At the very least, establishing spatial passages had to be prioritized, and the materials needed to shape this planet into George's vision were immeasurable.
Obtaining them all from Earth would inevitably attract the attention of other forces.
However, George was undeterred. With the Chaos Pearl, he could travel between worlds, making the acquisition of materials and manpower manageable.
While George was busy planning the blueprint for "Ancient Star", Captain America's military career was not going as smoothly as he had hoped.
"Strong, steadfast, and true."
"See how he defeats the enemy!"
"He is strong and always ready to protect the United States!"
"Who will defeat the Axis powers? Who is as clever as a fox?"
"We will fly high like eagles."
"He knows what we are fighting for; we have awakened the giant!"
"We know he is Captain America!"
Steve held up a Harley motorcycle with three long-legged girls on it, slowly rising with the lift. Fireworks ignited around the stage, and enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience.
"George, how is it? I heard that Captain America's comic sales have surpassed your Superman comics," General Arthur asked George, who was sitting beside him in the audience.
"A lion, just tied up in a circus," George replied disdainfully.
"There's no choice; compromises always have to be made, don't they? Councilman Brand has invested a lot in the war bond plan," General Arthur said.
"And what about you, General? Are you also preparing to go to the front lines to personally command the war?" George shifted the subject.
"I'm just representing the militaryā¦"
"Alright, you know I don't care much about those things. Do me a favor: let that guy on stage step up at the right time. A completely domesticated lion is meaningless. He belongs on the battlefield, and believe me, he will satisfy you."
"You think so highly of him?"
"You'll see!"
European Frontline Base
"Are you ready to go fix Hitler with me?" After an enthusiastic dance, Steve asked the soldiers below the stage.
Awkwardly, the soldiers, who had just been highly enthusiastic and cheering, suddenly went silent, all quietly watching Captain America on stage.
To ease the tension, Steve continued, "Alright, November 1943, Italy, five miles from the front linesāany volunteers?"
"If we're not volunteering, what are we doing here?" a soldier replied, causing a burst of laughter among the others.
One soldier shouted, "We want to see beautiful women!" The mood shifted again, and the soldiers became excited.
Although Steve wanted to perform well, the soldiers below saw him primarily as a figure for display, making it unlikely they would recognize him as Captain America.
"They only dance one dance, butā¦"
"Iā¦ I'll try to figure something out," Steve muttered as the soldiers disregarded the planned script, disrupting his presentation.
Never having encountered such a situation, he reluctantly prepared to leave the stage, giving in to the soldiers' demands and leaving the stage to the dancing girls.
"Go on, sweetheart!"
"Nice boots, little fairy!"
However, the soldiers did not appreciate it and began to mock him.
"Come on, guys, we're on the same team," Steve said helplessly.
"Hey! Captain, sign this!" A soldier suddenly stood up, turned around, and pulled down his pants, revealing his backside.
Someone even threw a few tomatoes at Steve from who knows where.
Raising his shield to block the flying tomatoes, Steve walked off the stage with a complex expression, taking in the cheering soldiers below him.
Immediately afterward, a group of beautiful girls in short skirts took the stage, winning enthusiastic applause and cheers from the audience.
The performance assistant behind the stage saw Steve's dejected expression as he walked off and comforted him, "Don't worry; they'll come around."
Steve sat alone under a makeshift tent behind the stage, drawing in a notebook with a pencil. The rain started pouring shortly after, as if the weather mirrored his mood.
Continuous raindrops, accompanied by distant thunder, pattered against the muddy ground in front of him, but he remained unaffected.
"Hello, Steve," a gentle and magnetic female voice suddenly called out from behind him.
Turning his head, Steve was stunned to see the beautiful Agent Peggy Carter, someone he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Hi!" Steve quickly replied, surprised to see her in this war-torn rear area.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I really shouldn't be here. Your performance was good," Carter said while she put away her raincoat and sat down on a prop box nearby.
"Uh... yeah, I had to improvise," Steve responded awkwardly, thinking she had seen him earlier. "My usual audience is mostlyā¦ kidsā¦"
"I know you are America's new hope," Carter affirmed.
"Every state I visit, war bond sales go up by ten percent," Steve said flatly, his tone lacking pride.
"Sounds like Councilman Brand's idea," Carter replied, expressing her disdain for the politicians, especially Brand, who had brought HYDRA spies into the lab, resulting in Dr. Erskine's death.
"At least he still allows me to do these shows. Officer Phillips even wanted to keep me locked in the lab," Steve said with a sense of dejection.
"Are those your only two choices?" Carter asked, glancing at the sketch of a juggling monkey riding a unicycle in Steve's notebook, which was adorned with a star-spangled uniform.
She added with a hint of exasperation, "A lab rat or a dancing monkey?"
"You know you can do so much more than this," Carter said, noticing Steve's downcast expression and trying to encourage him.
She had witnessed Steve transform from a scrawny recruit, mocked by his comrades in training camp, to a dedicated soldier who underwent a remarkable change through the experimental procedure.
Knowing the effort he had put in, Carter felt a strong admiration for him and couldn't bear to see him fall into despair. That's why she had come.
Steve listened to Carter's words and looked at her with complex emotions, remaining silent for a long time.
"What's wrong?" she asked curiously.
"You know what? My dream has always been to fight on the front lines and serve my country," Steve confessed. "When I finally got my wish, I was stuck wearing this tight suitā¦"
His mood sank further; he had always wanted to resist Hitler on the battlefield, not perform on stage like a circus act.
Just then, a car horn blared. Both Steve and Carter turned to see a battlefield ambulance with a red cross painted on its side stop in front of the field hospital tent.
A stretcher was carried out, bearing a soldier who appeared to be severely injured.
"They seem to have just fought a tough battle," Steve observed.
"Those soldiers are the worst off," Carter sighed, knowing the grim details.
Steve looked at her, eager to understand more.
"HYDRA sent a unit. Two hundred soldiers went to meet them, and fewer than fifty came back. There are survivors from the 107th Infantry Regiment among your audience. The others were either killed or captured," she explained.
At the mention of the 107th Infantry Regiment, Steve's heart raced as he thought of Bucky. He pressed urgently, "The 107th Infantry Regiment?"
"What's wrong?" Carter asked, surprised at his intense reaction.
Not wanting to explain further, Steve quickly stood up and ran toward the base, rain pouring down on him.
Upon entering the base tent, he found Officer Phillips sitting inside. Anxiously, Steve went straight to the point: "Officer Phillips, I need the casualty list for the Battle of Bolzano!"
"You're not in a position to order me around, kid," Phillips shot back, annoyed by Steve's bluntness.
"I just want to know about Sergeant James Barnes of the 107th Infantry Regiment," Steve explained quickly, worry etching his features.
The officer realized that Carter must have disclosed classified information to Steve without consulting him, which angered him.
He glared fiercely at Carter, who was still tidying her raincoat, and pointed a pen at her with palpable frustration. "I'll settle accounts with you later!" he barked.
"Please tell me he's still aliveāB-A-R..." Steve requested again, his expression serious.
"I know how to spell it," the officer interrupted gruffly.
He stood up and flipped through a stack of letters in his hand. "I signed a lot of condolence letters today. I can't remember all the names, but I do remember this one. I'm very sorry."
Steve was stunned by this news. He found it hard to accept that Bucky could have died so easily.
"What about the others? Are you going to rescue them?" Steve asked, unwilling to give up.
"Yes, but we must prioritize the bigger picture," the officer replied dismissively, too lazy to explain further to a recruit who had never been on the battlefield.
Steve frowned and responded, "But since you know where they are, why not..."
"They're thirty miles behind enemy lines, in the most heavily guarded area in Europe. If we attempt to rescue them, we'll only lose more men," the officer cut Steve off.
He walked over to the operational map hanging on the wall and gestured at it.
A black marker representing HYDRA marked a specific location on the mapāthe site of a newly discovered HYDRA base.
"I don't expect you to understand these things because you're just a dancing clown." Although Steve was no longer the scrawny recruit he once was, Officer Phillips still looked down on him at that moment.
"I think I can understand," Steve replied calmly, taking a deep breath in response to the officer's disdain.
"Then go understand it somewhere else." The officer glanced at Steve and turned away, heading toward a nearby sandbox. "If I read the poster correctly, you need to be somewhere else in thirty minutes."
As a complete rookie who had never even been on the battlefield, Steve knew that if he hadn't been the subject of the Super Soldier Serum, he probably would have been kicked out the moment he burst into the command tent.
Why would the officer waste his time explaining anything to him?
"Yes, Officer, I will," Steve replied. He noted the location of the HYDRA base marked on the map before answering in a determined voice.
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