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A spark-filled circular portal suddenly appeared, and the scene involving the Wind God mech was so striking that it inevitably drew everyone's attention.
At present, it is unclear how many satellites around the world are simultaneously locked onto the Wind God, all trying to determine where it has landed and confirm the true identity of the silver-armored warrior.
But what left everyone in front of the screens completely stunned was this: a ring of fire appeared out of thin air in the sky, the Wind God entered it—and then vanished!
Disappeared?
Could you believe it?!
Pentagon
All congressmen and generals looked at each other in confusion.
Just moments ago, they were excited beyond measure. As long as they could uncover the identity of the silver-armored warrior, how far away could obtaining the Wind God armor really be?
And now—this?
"Find it. Immediately find it. Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, you must locate the silver-armored warrior!"
A hardline general with an iron will roared.
"Yes, sir!"
Following the order, the entire nation went into high-speed operation. Departments were in constant communication, phone lines ringing nonstop.
Inside the Pentagon, countless staff members were frantically typing at their computers.
At that moment, the surroundings were dead silent, except for the sound of keyboards like falling rain.
Satellite tracking systems, Patriot missile systems, Aegis systems, and the world's most advanced scanning technologies were all activated. Even the most obscure methods were deployed.
Yet, to everyone's confusion, there was no trace of the Wind God at all.
It was as if it had simply vanished from the battlefield!
Optical stealth?
Warp navigation?
Space jump?
If the Wind God truly possessed technology centuries ahead of humanity, that would be terrifying.
All the big figures looked at each other, like defeated roosters.
And at that moment, very few even mentioned forcing the silver-armored warrior to hand over his mech technology.
Politicians were always like this—happy to eat meat, but unwilling to hunt. That didn't mean they were willing to risk their lives for it.
With human mech technology in play, wouldn't that just produce another "soft target" like Tony Stark?
These so-called moral politicians quickly shifted their focus—from the Wind God to Stark Industries.
Watching everything unfold, Rhodes couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
God, this Limulu really hid her abilities too well!
She even understood concepts like "optical stealth" and "space jump," yet normally acted as if she were fooling amateurs.
Truly sinister!
It seems that dealing with Limulu in the future will require even greater caution.
Nick Fury rubbed his temples. He just wanted to be a director in peace—why was that so difficult?
What kind of gift would even win favor with a boss like Limulu, who possessed supernatural abilities and advanced technology?
He would have to go back and review SHIELD's archives to see what she was truly capable of.
Not only Rhodes, but Hydra's Pierce and Crossbones also exchanged glances.
Seeing the overwhelming power of the Wind God had just made them excited—but they also understood Limulu's true identity.
They had originally planned to threaten her, but Limulu had deliberately revealed a fraction of her power before leaving—just to intimidate them.
Even if being treated arrogantly was unpleasant, it was undeniably effective.
Limulu… truly terrifying.
Tony Stark, meanwhile, nearly jumped three feet in the air.
"This is impossible!"
He had already said that phrase countless times today.
For someone of Tony's status, such emotional outbursts were unusual.
But everything he had seen today completely overturned his worldview.
Others didn't know Limulu's details, but Tony did.
He had repeatedly discussed mech technology with her—the two were almost on equal footing.
Even though Limulu often outperformed him, the gap had never been so absurdly wide as to feel like a different civilization.
But now—she drew a ring of fire in midair and simply disappeared?
Space jump technology?
Magic?
"What the hell… how did she do that? I'm Tony Stark, the smartest man in the world—how can the gap between us be this huge?"
Tony felt frustrated… and strangely drained.
Every time he thought he was catching up to Limulu, she unveiled another generation-defining breakthrough.
He tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, sadness written across his face.
At that moment, Jarvis suddenly spoke:
"Sir, there is a large-scale disturbance at Broadway intersection. A monster resembling the Hulk is rampaging. The military is currently being overwhelmed."
The footage of the "Abomination" wreaking havoc was projected.
Tony's eyes lit up.
"God's will. If the Wind God is gone, then it's time for Iron Man to step in!"
He raised his arm, activating the red infrared wrist device.
"Jarvis, what are you waiting for?"
With a mechanical whir, the Mark IV armor launched from the villa, assembling around Tony mid-air.
Just a few meters above the ocean, the suit was fully equipped.
BOOM!
The Mark IV skimmed the sea surface, sending waves soaring into the sky and causing several bikini-clad women on a nearby yacht to scream.
Thrusters flared as Iron Man shot into the sky, carving a brilliant arc through the air.
Tony Stark: "I (Iron Man) will never be weaker than anyone in my life!"
Meanwhile—
Limulu had been thrown into a completely unfamiliar place.
White snow covered everything, violent winds howled, and snowflakes filled the sky.
She blinked.
"…Where am I?"
"Damn it, how did I end up in this ghost place?"
She was genuinely wronged. Since arriving in this world, she had only been trying to do good.
And yet somehow she had been dragged all the way here—like being teleported to the Himalayas without warning.
At that moment, a surge of magical energy appeared behind her.
She turned around.
A Black man in Eastern robes stood there, short-haired, holding a heavy black staff.
Limulu's expression changed slightly.
"Baron Mordo…?"
He looked at her solemnly.
"Your magic does not belong to the Vishanti. It is not of Dormammu, nor the Dark Dimension, nor the Crimson God Cyttorak… You should not be on Earth."