Marvel's Shendu: Dominating the Multiverse

Chapter 4 The Weakened Rat Talisman

Steve sighed, anticipating this reaction: "Don't be nervous, it's not an enemy."

Banner stared at the Holy Lord, swallowing hard. "Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Steve's tone was much firmer than before: "It saved me."

Banner was silent for a few seconds, then slowly relaxed and gave a wry smile: "Well, today is really strange."

The Holy Lord crouched in the corner, continuing to play the obedient role, his ears perked up so he could hear their conversation clearly.

Natasha and Steve were discussing the battle situation in hushed tones.

"...Stark said the portal can't be closed, and we need to figure out a way to do it," Natasha said.

Steve responded, "I know, but about the nuclear bomb..."

"It hasn't been approved yet, but it'll be soon. Fury is holding it back, but it won't be long."

The Holy Lord's heart skipped a beat.

nuclear bomb?

He suddenly remembered the plot of the Marvel movies.

At the end of the Battle of New York, the Capitol did indeed launch a nuclear missile at Manhattan. Iron Man pushed the missile through a portal, destroying the Chitauri mothership and ending the war.

The nuclear missile hasn't been launched yet?

He looked at the two people talking, then at Banner leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, and a thought suddenly popped into his head.

He knew the plot; he knew what would happen next.

Is this... something we can take advantage of?

He suppressed the thought shortly after it occurred to him.

No, saying it now will only arouse suspicion. How could a "little dragon" I just met know that humans are planning to launch a nuclear missile?

He had to continue playing dumb.

But perhaps, he can do something without revealing himself.

For example, if a nuclear bomb were to actually hit, he would have to make sure he wasn't at the epicenter of the explosion.

For example, if Iron Man fails to push the nuclear bomb into the portal, he needs to have a backup plan.

The Holy Lord lowered his eyes and continued licking the wound on his hind leg.

Just then, Steve suddenly turned to him.

"Little Dragon".

The Holy Lord raised his head.

Steve looked at him seriously: "If things get worse, you go with Natasha. She knows how to get out of Manhattan."

The Holy Lord was stunned.

Is this person arranging an escape route for him?

They had known each other for less than two hours.

He stared blankly at Steve, unsure how to react.

Steve, however, had already turned back to continue discussing the evacuation route with Natasha.

The Holy Lord lowered his head and stared at his own claws.

This feeling is a bit unfamiliar.

In his original world, he was used to scheming and being schemed against, used to exchanging benefits, and used to distrusting everyone.

But this person...

He looked up again at Steve's back.

Forget it.

tell you later.

The most important thing now is to survive.

Just then, a deep rumble came from afar, shaking the entire substation.

Everyone stood up.

"What's going on?" Banner looked warily toward the entrance.

Steve gripped his shield tightly: "You guys stay here, I'll go check it out."

He had just reached the door when Tony Stark's voice came through the communicator, heavy with panting.

"Captain, the situation is bad."

"A Leviathan has crashed into the tunnel system and is heading in your direction."

"It's huge, it's incredibly fast, I can't stop it."

Steve's expression changed.

Leviathan, charging into the tunnel?

That thing is 300 meters long. If it really gets in...

He turned to look at the others.

Natasha had already drawn her gun, and Banner's skin began to turn green. He gritted his teeth and desperately tried to suppress his anger.

Several civilians huddled in a corner, their faces pale.

And then there was the dragon, standing behind Natasha, its five claws gripping the ground tightly, its eyes fixed on the tunnel entrance.

It did something that no one expected.

It walked up to Steve, raised its paw, pointed to itself, then to the tunnel entrance, and then made a rushing gesture.

Steve was stunned: "You want to stop it?"

The Holy Lord nodded.

"Are you crazy?"

Natasha blurted out, "That thing is 300 meters long!"

The Holy Lord ignored her; he stared at Steve, his swollen eyes revealing his seriousness.

He was indeed insane, but he knew even better that if the Leviathan really stormed in, everyone would die.

Rather than waiting to die, we might as well take a gamble.

Since the rat charm can make him move, it might be able to make other things move as well.

For example, the Leviathan wreckage left in the streets after being destroyed by the Chitauri.

Steve looked into his eyes, paused for a second, and then nodded: "I'll go with you."

A deafening roar came from deep within the tunnel, and large amounts of dust fell from the cracks in the ceiling, while emergency lights flashed simultaneously.

Steve gripped his shield tightly, peered into the tunnel through the opening, and his expression immediately changed.

His voice was low: "Two hundred meters away, accelerating."

Natasha stepped forward: "You two go and try to stop that thing? With what are you going to stop it?"

The Holy Lord did not answer. He gripped the ground with his four paws and stared intently into the darkness deep within the tunnel, where a pair of eerie blue lights were rapidly expanding—Leviathan's eyes.

"Go!" Steve shouted and rushed into the tunnel first.

The Holy Lord followed closely behind.

Banner roared from behind, "You guys are fucking insane!"

Before the words were even finished, the Hulk's massive body had already smashed through the wall and caught up with them.

The tunnel was very wide, allowing the Holy Lord and his party of three people and one dragon to walk side by side, but to Leviathan, the tunnel was like a thin straw.

The sides of Leviathan rubbed against each other against the tunnel, sending sparks flying from both sides of Leviathan, accompanied by a piercing metallic scraping sound.

Closer, closer.

The eerie blue light illuminated the entire tunnel, allowing the Holy Lord to clearly see the ferocious metal fangs on Leviathan's head and the densely packed Zeta Swiss soldiers on its body.

The soldiers saw them too, and began to jump off the giant beast's back and charge towards them.

Steve stopped in his tracks, his shield flew out of his hand, knocking down three Chitauri before bouncing back into his grasp.

"Banner, clear out the soldiers!"

Hulk roared and pounced, smashing five Chitauri into a bloody pulp with a single punch.

But Leviathan is still charging.

The Holy Lord took a deep breath, and the Rat Talisman pulsed in his chest.

He closed his eyes, trying to sense his surroundings; there were things, lots of things.

Above the street, there are at least three Leviathan wrecks, as well as the wreckage of more than a dozen Chitauri airships, and further down in the Hudson River, there are fragments of a crashed mothership.

He chose the nearest wreckage, which was located on the street just fifty meters directly above the substation.

The Holy Lord activated the power of the talisman, and the warmth surged from his chest cavity, spread along his blood vessels to his limbs, and finally burst forth from his claws.

The Holy Lord felt something being touched, like an invisible thread extending from his body, through the tunnel ceiling, and down to the ground.

Then, the thread broke, and the Holy Lord shuddered, nearly collapsing.

What's going on?

He tried again.

Warm, surging, the threads stretched out, and then broke.

"Little Dragon?"

Steve's voice came from afar, mixed with the sound of energy guns being deflected by shields.

The Holy Lord had no time to think it through. He gritted his teeth, forcibly activated the talisman, twisted the silk thread into a rope, and nailed it firmly to the remains.

It moved, that thing really moved, but that was all.

The Holy Lord could sense that the Leviathan's remains rolled over on the street, and that was all.

It couldn't stand up, couldn't open its eyes, and couldn't even make any meaningful movements, like a fish pulled from the water that could only thrash about futilely on the shore.

The rat talisman wasn't as powerful as he had imagined.