Chapter 158: An Action That Can Be Called a Perfect Turnaround for a Sheep

, The Genie Starting from Marvel

When the crowd was almost evacuated, Dumbledore's magic array was also completely finished.

"I have no problem here, you or me?" Dumbledore asked Constantine actively after checking it again.

Constantine narrowed his eyes slightly, calculating the gains and losses in his heart. "You do it. I envy you guys; magic power is all your own, completely no need to borrow."

Dumbledore didn't argue, closed his eyes on the spot, and began to mobilize emotions and magic power.

Whoosh! A blue giant dragon phantom soared from Dumbledore's body, dancing its wings in the air. Between the flashes of its figure, a lion, a black snake, a goshawk, and a fierce badger surrounded the giant dragon, blooming with magic light along with the giant dragon, attracting the eyes of everyone who could see it.

This is... advertising?

Constantine looked at the light and shadow that basically had no other effects besides visual effects, and muttered in his heart. This time Dumbledore really made a profit, but advertising in this world—could it be that Dumbledore intended to open a Hogwarts branch?

No more nonsense, after the giant dragon circled, it turned sharply and crashed directly into the magic array, the full magic power flowing to every corner of the magic array, activating all the runes on it.

Spell Polarization—Floating Spell!

A floating spell that had been amplified multiple times followed Dumbledore's mental guidance, curled up and rushed into the sky. After Dumbledore's multiple real-time adjustments of the trajectory, it accurately hit the target, shrouding the entire Helicarrier in the light of magic.

Objects in that airspace entered a state of floating—no, to be precise, weightlessness—in an instant, even the missiles that flew out were the same.

Inside the Helicarrier, Dr. Zola was retreating steadily under the joint attack of Ivan Vanko and Tony Stark, losing most of the network control. Immediately after, Dr. Zola discovered that all weapons and propulsion systems had abnormal alarms. Under these circumstances, Dr. Zola directly forcibly interrupted the connection between himself and the Helicarrier, otherwise, if they continued to stalemate like this, it was estimated that he would be directly caught at the location of his old nest.

A few seconds later, after losing the only foreign aid, all the operation consoles in front of Pierce were locked. Not to mention controlling the Helicarrier to crash into the crowd, he couldn't even open a cabin door now.

"I lost, but you won't get anything!" Pierce leaned tiredly on the back of the chair and activated the explosives pre-placed in various positions.

Boom, boom, boom, explosions made the entire Helicarrier shake constantly, and the power system also completely failed in the violent explosion. The Helicarrier began to lose speed and fell under the action of gravity. The pressure borne by the surrounding floating spell increased by several levels.

On the ground, Dumbledore frowned, realizing that it still couldn't be held hard. This carrier was still a bit too heavy.

Coincidentally, right under his feet was Tony's Stark Exhibition, and the personnel had been evacuated almost completely. Dumbledore simply used the floating spell to control the Helicarrier's falling speed, guiding it to crash into this area.

Soon, Tony's Stark Exhibition park welcomed its third large-scale destruction since opening.

Ivan Vanko's attack, the battle between the Hulk and Abomination, the crash of the Helicarrier—three things happened one after another, which showed that the Stark Exhibition still carried a bit of metaphysics. This thing just couldn't be opened.

After the Helicarrier landed steadily, the Iron Man armor that had been flying in the sky and intercepting various missiles quickly entered the interior. In the command room, they found Pierce who had already committed suicide. His head had been blown to pieces by the large-caliber firearm he used himself and couldn't be pieced together at all.

A moment later, Johnson and Frank also arrived one after another. Rogers in the power room walked out holding the unconscious Natasha. As for Arnold, he squatted in the corner very consciously, waiting for the next step of processing.

In this attack forced by Pierce, the casualties of innocent people were almost zero. The only loss was some economic losses. The ones who really suffered blood losses were only S. H. I. E. L. D. and Hydra. The struggle between Nick Fury and Pierce was completely a lose-lose situation, and neither earned anything.

However, for these superheroes who took action this time, the result in front of them could be said to be a perfect turnaround for a sheep.

"It's finally over. I really have to see a psychologist this time." Rogers sat on the ground after Natasha was sent to the ambulance and sighed.

"Is there something uncomfortable in your heart? Maybe I can help you?" Dumbledore said very enthusiastically to Rogers.

"No, not that." Rogers shook his head, looking at the sky melancholically. "Just thinking about Hydra... eh, I guess I'll have nightmares for a while."

"Think on the bright side, young man." Dumbledore patted Rogers on the shoulder. "At least we finally won, didn't we?"

Rogers touched his nose. Young man—his age might be even older than the one in front of him. "Yeah, won. It's not easy. Just one Helicarrier made us so embarrassed. If it were an alien attack, I don't know what kind of mess it would cause."

"The Point Guard Is Here"

Hearing Rogers' joke, Johnson leaned over. "I don't think we need to worry too much. We are in the middle of nowhere, what is there to be coveted? People traveled thousands of mountains and rivers to come and find trouble for us?"

Frank was a bit speechless listening. "Hey hey hey, can't you two talk about something relaxed and positive? You worry about aliens after taking down one Helicarrier. If you step out of Earth, wouldn't you worry about cosmic war? Outside is not a dark forest, where is it so dangerous."

Constantine stood with his hands behind his back and didn't express an opinion. He estimated in his heart: don't talk about alien invasion, even more outrageous things might not necessarily not happen. After all, this is a super show where everyone with talent comes.

Just as everyone was chatting, seven-colored light suddenly appeared in the sky, permeating the entire sky, beautiful enough to make people intoxicated.

"The beauty of victory, it's really great." Rogers sighed.

"If the Asgardians heard you think so, they would definitely thank you." Constantine patted Rogers on the shoulder. "That's not any natural landscape, it's Asgard's Bifrost."

As soon as the words fell, Loki appeared in front of everyone. Looking at a bunch of people gathered here, he paused. "May I ask if my brother is here?"

"Thor? He seems to have just been evacuated," Constantine recalled and said.

"Okay, I have something to find him later. In addition, you are here just right, I have two pieces of bad news to inform you." Loki's expression was serious.

Everyone subconsciously looked at Rogers. Could it be that this guy's casual babbling came true! ===== CHAPTER 159 =====