"Ancient One, let's focus on Boston first."

  Luke made an enigmatic and mysterious face, like a magician who sets the show's mood before going on stage. ??

  Instead of directly performing a magic trick, the audience's curiosity was aroused through words.

  Only when their attention was fully attracted would he use a quick-hand technique to accomplish his purpose, thus achieving visual deception.

  "Major General Cavill, you're really an interesting person."

  The Ancient One mouth hooked up into a smile. Even a cunning and ever-changing devil-like Mephisto could have a hard time deceiving her eyes.

  "In that case, I'll wait and see."

  Without any special movements from the Sorcerer Supreme, the round window with four streamlines glowed brightly within a few moments.

  The 'Window of the Worlds,' Seal of the Vishanti, is extracting the enormous energy of the dimensional space with impunity, spinning like a whirlpool.

  After a few seconds, a realistic and clear picture is projected from it.

  Boom!

  In the scene, a 'Sherman' medium tank was hit by Atlantis' high-pressure water cannon and was instantly destroyed!

  The blazing fire and deafening explosion made people feel like they had returned to World War II.

  The landing party from Atlantis has broken through the port and is approaching the streets of the city.

  "Is this the show you wanted to see, Major General?"

  The Ancient One frowned slightly and stared at the image of the battlefield projected from the 'Window of the Worlds.'

  The mechanized troops sent by the U.S. Army collide with Atlantis' Orca Corps in the city streets.

  Like two raging torrents, they collided with each other.

  Tanks, armored vehicles, bombers against marine knights, high-pressure water cannon, moving fortress.

  The human army of the land world, and the Atlanteans of the underwater civilization.

  Gunfire roared and shook the earth.

  "On the human side, things don't look good."

  After watching quietly for a while, the Ancient One made her judgment.

  The Orca Corps of Atlantis were a primitive tribe riding on sea creatures and carrying cold weapons.

  Behind them, small movable fortresses are lined up, with powerful high-pressure water cannons firing intensely, like a rain of lasers, intertwining into a great net of death.

  In the face of such a fierce attack, the tanks rumbling along the streets were constantly losing troops, and the defensive line was gradually moving back.

  Air bombers whizzed past and dropped bombs, but they only played a role of interference to a certain extent and couldn't stop each other from advancing.

  Those small movable fortresses, which move slowly, were equipped with a thin water film-like barrier that could resist the shock waves from the explosion.

  The Orca Corps, like medieval knights, rose to charge, fully demonstrating how to use cold weapons to crush hot weapons.

  Large marine creatures trample on the hard ground, directly knocking down troops that were scattered in combat.

  The Atlantean sitting on top, holding a long, sharp lance, stabbed straight through the chest of a soldier, ignoring his body's bulletproof vest made of aluminum alloy and high-density nylon.

  When hitting the other side's metal armor, the bullets from the Thompson's submachine gun only spattered a few stars but couldn't even break the defense.

  Less than 10 minutes after landing, Atlantis showed overwhelming absolute superiority.

  Unless the U.S. military could drive out the initial fleet that had landed, they could only leave this leak unplugged and drown them later.

  Otherwise, it's basically impossible to resist these blue-skinned undersea people.

  "I don't think so. Master Ancient One might as well be more patient."

  Luke's smile remained unchanged, and his eyes were fixed on the tiny figure stepping into the battlefield.

  "Captain America has just entered the game."

  …


  …


  "Captain, where's Superman?"

  When Rogers appeared, a senior officer sitting in an armored vehicle and giving orders with a field communicator asked loudly.

  To them, Superman is an invincible legendary hero.

  It was said that even the King of Atlantis suffered a disastrous defeat.

  The battle in the Atlantic waters and the photos of him pushing carriers had long been circulated.

  As long as Superman arrived, these blue-skinned underwater people would definitely be beaten and flee!

  "Not only Boston, New York, and Philadelphia are also facing an uphill battle."

  Rogers held his metal shield and whispered, "Luke won't show up. He has more important things to do."

  "That's why I will take over the battlefield!"

  Captain America paid no attention to the skeptical looks from the officer.

  He promised Luke that he would hold off Atlantis' landing party and buy enough time for Howard.

  "We don't have much time to chat now. Colonel, gather all the troops! I'll open a path for you!"

  Rogers glanced at his opponent's shoulder patch and spoke commandingly.

  "Follow me! We can win!"

  Captain America's determined eyes and stoic attitude seemed to have infected the Colonel as well.

  He gave a military salute, then rushed into the armored car, gripped his communicator, and shouted, "Concentrate your forces around the second block at the harbor! We're going to launch a counterattack!! Led by Captain America!"

  Rogers nodded in satisfaction, sank his legs slightly, and leaped up with force, like a long-stored cannonball, smashing into the middle of the battlefield!

  After following Luke for so long, the only thing he learned was to act as a banner in times of war!

  As long as he didn't fall, retreat or surrender, the soldiers would come forward one after another.

  "That's Captain America! I bought his comics!"

  "I know! He's Superman's war buddy!"

  "Fuck these underwater people!"

  "…"

  Seeing Rogers enter the center of the battlefield in such a high-profile manner, the morale of the American side was boosted.

  "Land dwellers … Let me send you off to see the God of the Sea."

  An Orca warrior riding on a sea creature launched a furious charge and pierced the air with the spear he held in his right hand.

  There was contempt in his eyes, and he was confident that he could smash the other's heads in!

  Dong!

  The lance, which is strong enough to pierce steel, hit the round shield that Rogers had raised.

  This Orca Corps soldier was confused. He was obviously aiming toward the other party's head!

  Before he could react, the quick charge was interrupted.

  Even if the sea creature was large, it couldn't break through as if it encountered a brick wall!

  Unable to stop under the strong momentum, the four-legged sea creature stumbled and toppled over on its side.

  Boom! It slammed to the ground!

  Cracks bloomed. Dust went flying!

  "I'm sorry, but let me send 'you' to the God of the Sea."

  Rogers learned his lesson from that day in Paris and put away some of his unnecessary kindness on the battlefield.

  With one hand, he carried the Orca soldier, who was over 2 meters high, and threw him as if he was a discus.

  Snap!

  The metal armor blocking the bullets was dented, and a large amount of blue liquid was dripping out of it.

  "I will protect this city!"

  Rogers strode forward, his eyes glowing with light.

  Boom, boom, boom!

  The whole street seemed to be filled with gunpowder barrels. There were explosions!

  The steadily advancing small movable fortress was shot straight through its barrier.

  Like those abandoned tanks, they became a mass of steel wreckage.

  Seemingly sensing the pressure from Captain America, heavy rain of high-pressure water cannons came down on him.

  However, relying on the vibranium shield, no matter how fierce the firepower, they weren't deadly threats to Rogers.

  He knocked down an Orca Corps soldier and grabbed a sharp pike that fell to the ground.

  Boom!

  The air was filled with a dull burst!

  Like lightning, the pike skewered the few warriors who came charging in like crayfish.

  "Land dwelled … who are you?"

  The stronger, darker-skinned leader asked in horror.

  They never knew that there were such strong people among the land dwellers who were weak and technologically backward.

  "I'm just a super-soldier passing by."

  Rogers threw his shield and knocked him down.

  In both eyes, a ball of lightning once again glowed.