Rumble.
In the center of New York's Viken Avenue, a wave of terrifying concussive energy swept outward. Buildings collapsed in an instant, the ground split open, and the three Avengers were blasted back.
Peng! Peng! Peng!
Above Allens, Falcon suddenly soared higher with his mechanical wings, unleashing a barrage of energy blasts.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The beams detonated just five meters from Allens, surrounding him in fire and shockwaves. But when the smoke cleared, Allens looked up calmly, his cold gaze locking on Falcon.
"It's happening..."
That icy stare froze Sam's blood. For a moment, it felt like Death itself was watching him.
Boom.
A massive surge of Psychokinesis erupted, forming an invisible hand that seized Falcon's EXO-suit and dragged him from the sky.
"Warning. The suit has been captured by an external force. Thrusters at maximum… Unable to break free. Warning, unable to break free."
Veronica's flat voice echoed in Sam's helmet. His expression changed to pure panic.
Peng.
Allens caught the suit in one hand. His other hand ripped open the armor and clamped down on Sam's throat.
Rip.
In one brutal motion, Allens tore Sam from the suit, holding him up like a broken doll.
"Cough… cough…"
Sam struggled desperately, his face contorted in pain.
"Avengers? Pathetic."
With a squeeze, Allens snapped Sam's neck. Blood sprayed from his mouth as his eyes rolled back. Allens tossed the lifeless body aside.
"Sam!!"
Captain America's eyes widened in horror. He charged forward in his Iron Man–style "Iron Heart" armor, striking Allens with a devastating punch—only for his fist to pass straight through.
It was an illusion.
Rogers had already fallen victim to Allens' illusion spell the moment he saw Sam die.
"Captain America Rogers… I've already killed you once."
The world around Steve twisted. He was dragged into a mirror-like realm, illusions stretching endlessly in every direction. Scene after scene showed Allens slaughtering him in different ways—different battles, same result. His inevitable death.
"F***k! Illusions again? Didn't Stark swear the anti-Allens armor was immune to this?" Steve gritted his teeth. "That so-called genius technology is worthless against real power."
In reality, Rogers stood frozen. Allens' illusion this time wasn't just visual—it fused with Telepathy, creating a spiritual realm interwoven with reality itself. Not even Stark's countermeasures could block it.
"Unfortunately, I already absorbed your super-soldier physiology. You're useless to me now."
Allens turned. With a flick of his finger, Psychokinesis sliced across Bucky's throat. The Winter Soldier collapsed, lifeless. Allens didn't even glance at him.
"Heart Shock."
Placing a palm on Rogers' chest, Allens released a wave of vibrating energy. Steve's heart stopped instantly, necrosis spreading through his organs until his body collapsed beside Bucky's corpse.
"F***k! Veronica, answer me! Did the Avengers from the future ever see this ending!?"
Tony Stark's voice broke with rage and despair. His friends were being slaughtered one by one, and his bravado was crumbling. Worse—illusions he'd seen before were manifesting around him, bleeding into reality.
But Veronica didn't respond.
Drip.
"Veronica offline. Boss, I'll serve you now—Friday reporting."
The cold AI voice echoed in his ears. At some point, his trusted system had been replaced. Friday was active.
"Boom!"
Thunder cracked above. Thor Odinson, pride of Asgard, refused to retreat. Lightning surging across his body, he hurled himself at Allens, Mjolnir raised high.
Peng! Peng!
Allens' hands turned to Uru steel, catching Mjolnir mid-swing. The immense force drove him back, his feet carving lines into the ground.
Chi-chi-chi!
Thor gritted his teeth as lightning arced wildly—but Allens was absorbing it all. Thor struggled, but Allens' sheer strength dwarfed his own.
Boom!
Allens clenched his fist, fusing the absorbed divine power into one devastating punch. Golden lightning exploded from his hand as he smashed down on Mjolnir.
The hammer shattered.
Thor was hurled away, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"My hammer… broken? Impossible!"
But before he could recover, a beam of multicolored energy engulfed him from above.
Boom.
The Bifrost.
"Asgard's Bifrost?"
Allens frowned. The rainbow light pouring from the sky was unmistakable. The power of the realm of gods.
But by this timeline, Bifrost should have already been destroyed. Its sudden return stirred Allens' interest.
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