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After nightfall.
The bustling streets of New York lit up, with lights converging together, casting a faint glow on the dark night sky.
Wearing an Iron Man logo t-shirt and casual shorts, Caesar stood on the top of the Empire State Building, facing the gentle night breeze. He held a lollipop that seemed never-ending, overlooking the view of the New York City.
Master, how long are we going to stand here? Eddie, who stood shivering in the night wind, wrapped his suit jacket around him and spoke in a hurried tone.
"We'll wait until Loki shows up," Caesar replied nonchalantly.
"Why don't we go looking for him like Captain America and the others?" Eddie retorted.
"How would we go looking for him?" Caesar chuckled as he spoke. "Loki is the so-called Gog of Mischief, someone like Loki, with all his godly powers and the Tesseract that can travel through space, if he doesn't want to show himself, even if we turn New York, or even the whole Earth, upside down, we won't be able to find him."
"I understand the logic," Eddie sighed, with a touch of resignation in his voice as he spoke. "But what if he doesn't show up, or just returns to Asgard? Are we going to wait here all night?"
"Don't worry about that."
Caesar's little face lit up with a bright smile and he spoke in a confident tone. "Like I said, Loki is a god of mischief. With his ambitious nature, how could he just grab the Tesseract and leave Earth so decisively?"
Seeing Caesar's devilish smile, Eddie felt even colder, muttering under his breath, "Why do I feel like you understand Loki better than Loki himself?"
Pretending not to hear Eddie, Caesar remained silent. After all, he was a man who had read the script. As for Loki's temperament, he could only be considered a minor villain in the Marvel Universe. Sooner or later, he would be whitewashed into a cute old boy.
On another note, they really overdid it with the Bifrost on the Asgardian side.
"Hmm?"
Eddie suddenly frowned, hearing a prompt from Venom within him. Following his gaze down a street, he saw a row of police cars flashing their lights, rushing urgently towards a certain street.
"Looks like there's trouble." Caesar crushed the candy in his mouth, flicking away the stick, then gently closed his blue eyes.
Eddie was already used to this and wisely kept quiet, allowing Caesar to use his Superhuman hearing to its fullest.
Amidst the strong winds hundreds of meters above, there was a wave of murmurs.
"Excuse me, how do I get to Fifth Avenue?"
"Thank you for your patronage, here's your change, please keep it safe."
"Mommy, I want to listen to a bedtime story tonight."
"Finally off work, overtime is really annoying..."
"Splash, splash, gurgle..."
From all over the downtown area of New York City, various conversations, including car horns, electronic sound frequencies, and underground water flow, all flowed like a stream into Caesar's ears.
Through his adaptation, Caesar could easily accommodate these collected sounds and, using Superhuman's consciousness and reflexes, filter out the information he wanted.
"I am a God Of Asgard, and all you weak humans of Earth must submit to me!"
This extremely arrogant and haughty statement, with a hint of childishness, could only belong to...
Caesar suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards a church ten kilometers to the left, calmly saying, "Found him. Loki is right now... at the New York Cathedral."
"In that case, what are we waiting for?" Eddie suddenly removed his suit jacket, leaving only a long-sleeved white shirt. He revealed his seemingly slender but actually robust body, as a bit of black liquid oozed out from within him, consciously writhing and beginning to act as a defensive coat covering his body.
"A God, huh? I really want to have a good chat with him!"
Symbiotes themselves tended towards violence and savagery, and Eddie, who had been with Venom for some time now, had been assimilated more than just a little!
Underneath the grand chandeliers of the New York Cathedral.
Tourists from all over the world and locals of New York stood dumbfounded as their uncertain gazes focused on the cathedral doors. On the spacious steps where the crowd parted, a mysterious man clad in golden armor, a golden cloak, and wielding a purple crystal glowing magic staff descended.
"What are you, playing god..." A burly man outside the door started to protest, but before he could finish his sentence, the self-proclaimed God raised his magic staff and fired a blue beam of light, instantly blasting the burly man, reducing him to nothingness on the spot.
"He's killing people..." "Ahhhhhh!!"
On the square of the New York Cathedral, hundreds, even thousands of people witnessed this horrifying scene. Many screamed in shock, and chaos seemed imminent as they began to flee.
With a sinister smile on his lips, Loki cast an illusion spell, immediately summoning three or four duplicates of himself, appearing at different street corners, blocking the escape routes of the people.
A large group of people found themselves surrounded by Loki's illusions on the square.
"Woo Woo!!"
A police car with flashing sirens rushed towards them, but Loki simply raised his hand, and the magic staff emitted another beam of light, flipping the moving police car a hundred and eighty degrees.
The crowd couldn't help but gasp in awe, but their voices were abruptly interrupted by a commanding voice, "Kneel!"
"Kneel!"
Four or five Lokis repeated the command, raising their magic staffs high, exuding an intimidating aura.
Over a thousand people were immediately subdued, kneeling in fear. Under the coercion of unknown forces, as the first person fell to the ground in terror, soon there were the second, the third...
In less than five seconds, over a thousand people in the square were kneeling on the ground, leaving only Loki standing tall in the center.
"That's more like it."
With his duplicates serving as guards, Loki, holding the magic staff, walked among the kneeling crowd and spoke with a smile on his face. "Isn't this easier? You humans are naturally like this, bound by freedom and happiness. You crave to be enslaved; this is the truth of the universe. Your mad pursuit of power and status is just a manifestation of your inherent servility."
"Sooner or later, you will all submit to your rulers."
As Loki finished speaking, his face suddenly froze. Above the square of the cathedral, there was a statue of a young man holding a sword, facing him.
"I hate that statue. One day, my statues will fill every city in the world." Loki's forehead bulged with veins as he raised his magic staff. With a surge of blue light, regardless of the people below the statue, he was about to blast the Symbol of Peace statue into rubble.
"Whoosh!"
The blue beam of light shot toward the Statue of Peace. At this critical moment, a small figure suddenly leaped from the sky, leaving an afterimage, and with a palm strike, directly sent the magical beam back, knocking Loki to the ground.
The blond boy stood firmly on the ground, one hand supporting the base of the statue, the other hand in his pocket, looking down at Loki on the ground. With a childish murmur, he said, "Well, let's talk it out. Don't just randomly attack this statue; the sculpture didn't didn't do anything to you."
"It's the Godling! Young Superman!"
The crowd in the square was stunned for a moment, then erupted into waves of excitement.
(End of Chapter)