boyutpedia Chapter 1 The Holy Lord Descends: The Holy War in New York
Chapter 1 The Holy Lord Descends: The Holy War in New York
New York, Manhattan, the top of Stark Tower.
The Cosmic Cube is releasing energy wildly.
The Avengers have all entered the battle.
Iron Man chases a Leviathan beast high in the sky, Captain America directs police to evacuate crowds on 42nd Street, Black Widow tumbles through the air on a Chitauri flying machine, and Hawkeye stands atop a church steeple, constantly drawing his bow.
No one noticed that something had been added to the lightning rod at the top of the Empire State Building.
It was a stone statue of a coiled dragon.
Dark green scales, a ferocious dragon head, and five sharp claws tightly gripping a metal lightning rod.
The Holy Lord is now very confused.
Three minutes earlier, he was in the "Ancient Chinese Religious Art Exhibition" section of the Hong Kong Museum of History, enshrined in a glass case, with a sign next to him that read: "Ming Dynasty stone dragon, origin and function unknown, a product of the fusion of folk beliefs and Buddhist art."
fart.
He is the Holy Lord.
The Holy Lord, one of the eight great demons, who once ruled China and even the whole of Asia, was mistaken by a group of archaeologists as a "Ming Dynasty folk art" and even had a circle of electronic candles placed under his feet.
Those candles were solar-powered, so they lit up at night, making him look like a giant lucky cat.
Then a flash of white light.
He appeared here.
The Holy Lord's eyes swept around.
Strange buildings towering into the clouds, iron birds flying erratically in the sky, humans in bizarre costumes running around, and blue monsters that looked like the inferior demons drawn in Old Man's Grimoire, but with much higher technology.
He wasn't quite sure what had happened.
But one thing he was certain of was that he could move again.
He could feel a warm energy pulsating somewhere in his chest.
Rat Talisman.
Transforming stillness into movement, a spell that gives life to inanimate objects.
The Holy Lord was overjoyed.
The twelve talismans had been lost for over a thousand years, and he thought he would never be able to collect them all. But unexpectedly, the Rat Talisman came with him after he transmigrated to this world.
He tried to move his paws.
Click.
A thin crack appeared on the stone's outer shell, revealing dark green scales through the fissure.
Click, click, click.
Cracks spread like a spider web, covering the entire body.
"Hahahaha!" The Holy Lord laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.
The wind whistled in his ears, neon lights flashed past him—it felt amazing. He had been sealed away for a thousand years, and now, finally...
boom!
A huge silver figure crashed in from the side.
The Holy Lord was sent flying like a ball, smashing through two GG signs, shattering the glass curtain wall of a building, and finally tumbling into an office.
He struggled to his feet in the rubble, shook his head, and saw the thing that had knocked him away.
A Leviathan behemoth.
A massive metal beast, over 300 meters long, was crushing through the path he had just flown, its back laden with Zeta Swiss soldiers.
The Holy Lord was stunned.
What is this thing?
He had lived for over a thousand years, seen the East Sea dragon, the South Sea merman, and the Western giant lizard dragon, but he had never seen such a mechanized giant fish.
While he was still in a daze, a red and gold shadow swept past beneath the giant beast, leaving a trail of fire.
Immediately afterwards, a gash burst open in the beast's abdomen, sparks flew everywhere, and its massive body began to tilt.
Iron Man emerged from the flames and hovered in mid-air, seemingly inspecting the results of the battle.
The Holy Lord narrowed his eyes.
wrong.
This scene looks familiar.
He turned to look at the magazines scattered around the office, such as Variety and The Hollywood Reporter, all with covers featuring unfamiliar foreigners, and a pile of comic books in the corner.
The top book has the words "THE AVENGERS" printed on its cover.
The cover shows a group of people standing in a circle, with a blond, big-chested man holding a shield in the middle.
The Holy Lord remained silent.
He's been sitting in the museum for decades, listening to tourists discuss things every day.
"Marvel movies are getting sequels again!" "Iron Man is so cool!" "Are Captain America and the Winter Soldier really real?" It's hard not to know about these kinds of trivial matters.
In other words, the world he traveled to was the Marvel universe.
The Holy Lord raised his claw, looked at his dark green scales, then at the raging alien army outside the window, his feelings complicated.
The good news is that he has regained his mobility.
The bad news is: he only has the ability to move around.
Although the rat talisman came with him, it only brought him back to life.
There is no power boost, no flight ability, and no energy attack.
He's now just a stronger, fire-breathing dragon, unable to withstand even a single ramming attack from the Leviathan behemoth.
As for dark magic, the Ancient One was clearing out the minions nearby; using it would only hasten her own demise.
The worse news is that the world is at war, and he just happens to be in the middle of the battlefield.
A series of hurried footsteps came from outside.
The Holy Lord turned his head and saw several fleeing employees running past the office door. When they saw him, they all froze, let out a unified scream, and then ran even faster.
Running at the back was a balding, middle-aged man wearing glasses. As he ran, he kept looking back, trembling as he pulled out his phone to take a picture, muttering, "I'm going to be famous! I'm going to be famous! Exclusive news! An Eastern dragon has appeared in the Empire State Building!"
Holy Lord: "..."
Three minutes later.
The Holy Lord crouched in a small alley between Sixth Avenue and Seventh Avenue, trying to curl himself up into a ball.
Those blue monsters seemed interested in all living things that could move.
He had already been chased by three waves of Chitauri patrols, and each time he could only rely on his unfamiliarity with the terrain to scramble and hide.
It's truly unbelievable that the Holy Lord, one of the eight great demons, has fallen to such a state.
Explosions and gunshots were heard outside the alley.
The Holy Lord peeked out and saw a group of policemen across the street firing into the air to cover dozens of civilians as they evacuated to the subway station entrance.
Zeta Swiss soldiers swept low overhead, their energy guns firing, sending shards of marble flying.
A woman carrying a child was running at the back when she tripped and fell to the ground.
The Swiss soldiers in Zeta turned their guns on each other.
Then a shield flew over.
The round shield, painted in red, white, and blue, struck the Zeta Swiss soldier precisely in the chest, knocking him off his aircraft. The shield bounced off the wall and flew back into its owner's hand.
A blond, blue-eyed man wearing a Stars and Stripes bodysuit rushed out from the side, picked up the woman and child on the ground, and protected them as they ran towards the subway entrance.
Captain America, Steve Rogers.
The Lord's eyes lit up.
He had listened to "The Avengers" many times in the museum and knew this person's personality very well.
Overflowing with a sense of justice and an excessive sense of responsibility, they can't help but stop when they see someone in need.
Most importantly, he has the entire Avengers behind him, Stark Tower as his base, and S.H.I.E.L.D. providing resources.
If I could get into that circle...
The Holy Lord looked down at his own claws.
In his current state, he can barely protect himself. With the Chitauri roaming the city, it's only a matter of time before he, such a conspicuous dragon, is captured.
But if we can get in touch with Captain America, at least we can have a temporary shelter.
As for what happens in the future, we'll talk about that later.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and tried to appear weak but harmless, with a hint of fear in his eyes, but not too fake.
Then he emerged from the alley and ran in the direction of Captain America.
Steve had just seen the last group of civilians into the subway entrance and was about to turn back to the battlefield when he heard a strange sound of footsteps behind him.
pat, pat, pat.
He turned and raised his shield.
Then he froze.
A dragon.
With its dark green scales and oriental design, lacking the large belly and bat wings of a Western dragon, it was about two meters long and was running wildly on the ground in an awkward posture.
Most importantly, it's running towards him!