"Maybe I can't escape, but I'll face it." Tony's voice carried unshakable resolve and courage. "Loki, your plan will only bring humanity destruction and pain. I'll use my technology—and my faith—to protect them, to create a better future."
Loki's expression turned cold and cruel. "Then let's see if your faith can withstand the strike of destiny. You'll watch everything you hold dear crumble before your eyes."
With those words, Loki prepared to act.
"No!" Tony Stark shouted urgently.
"Hahaha!" Loki laughed gleefully.
"Just stay here quietly. Since you have such a big weakness, I don't even need to attack you further," Loki sneered, lowering his hand.
"Well then, next up… my foolish brother."
Meanwhile, Nathan Hawke was watching the battlefield. The Hulk and Iron Man had both been lured away, and now one Iron Legion army had turned its weapons on another.
"This Loki… he's quite capable," Nathan muttered, narrowing his eyes. He knew this universe wasn't the movie one, yet Loki here was far more dangerous and cunning than he expected.
Maybe my intelligence only started dropping after I met my brother, he thought bitterly.
But no matter.
Project 2.0—Initiate.
Decapitation protocol—begin.
Wesker appeared at the top of Vanko Tower. His eyes were cold and merciless, his goal singular—destruction.
He moved like a blur through the building's corridors, heading straight for the rooftop objective.
Chitauri soldiers blocked his path, coordinating their attacks with hive-like precision to stop his rampage. But Wesker's power was beyond anything they could handle—he dodged their energy fire and tore through them effortlessly.
His fists and kicks struck like thunder, each blow shattering bone and armor alike. In a blink, he was beside his enemies, dismantling them with surgical precision. Against him, the Chitauri were nothing more than paper figures.
In moments, Wesker reached the rooftop, where even more Chitauri awaited. They surrounded him in dense formation, trying to trap him.
Wesker moved like a predator among prey—swift, fluid, and lethal. His hands became blades, every swing slicing through metal and flesh alike. His attacks blurred past human perception, his killing intent filling the air like poison.
Within seconds, the rooftop had become a blood-soaked hellscape.
Only the Chitauri Commander remained. He didn't recognize Wesker—but he could feel the crushing aura radiating from him.
They locked eyes. The tension was suffocating.
The Commander activated his combat armor, its surface glowing with power. Entering hive-mode, he heightened his senses and braced for Wesker's attack.
Wesker moved first—launching himself forward like a cannon shot. His knee slammed into the Commander's gut with explosive speed, too fast to follow.
The Commander grunted, barely managing to block with an energy shield before countering.
But Wesker spun midair and smashed a left hook into the Commander's jaw. The punch hit like a hammer, filled with killing intent.
The Commander staggered back, eyes narrowing as he activated full hive synchronization—dodging just in time. He fired a concentrated energy beam from his right hand, aimed directly at Wesker's chest.
Wesker reacted instantly—dodging sideways, then retaliating with a flurry of high-speed punches. His arms blurred into a whirlwind of strikes, each one sharp enough to break the sound barrier.
The Commander enhanced his perception, predicting Wesker's movements. He leapt upward, avoiding the barrage, and countered with a spinning kick charged with energy. Each kick cracked through the air, driving Wesker back step by step.
Wesker's expression didn't change. Calm, calculating—his counters were sharp, his movements inhumanly precise.
Boom!
Their fists collided, shockwaves rippling outward. Both slid backward, eyes locked.
Then, something inside Wesker began to stir. The virus in his blood awakened.
His pupils glowed red. His skin turned pale and veined with black and crimson streaks. Muscles bulged grotesquely as his body twisted, growing larger and more monstrous. Sharp spikes erupted from his spine. Horns curled from his forehead.
The Chitauri Commander froze.
Wesker had become something else—a humanoid viral demon, radiating raw, terrifying power.
He roared, the sound shaking the tower itself, and lunged.
The Commander responded instantly, firing energy beams and missiles to keep Wesker at range. But Wesker tore through them, his mutated body shrugging off the explosions. He closed in, ripped apart the Commander's energy shield, and slammed him into a wall.
The Commander scrambled up, switching tactics, using enhanced sensors to detect Wesker's movements. He fired precision beams, every shot lethal.
But it didn't matter.
Wesker charged through the barrage and struck again—his fists colliding with the Commander's armor, tearing it apart piece by piece.
The virus surged further. His body swelled, muscles tightening like coiled steel, veins glowing red beneath his skin.
The Commander stared in horror as Wesker's body radiated pure malice.
With a final roar, Wesker brought down his massive fists. The impact shook the entire Vanko Tower. Shockwaves rippled through the city as glass shattered for blocks around.
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