"Am I... afraid?"
Pierce's facial muscles twisted slightly, and his hands anxiously supported his chin. He seed to be trying to prevent himself from making any sound, but his trembling hands, like his chin, quivered uncontrollably. Every inch of his muscles exhibited various signs of fear due to instinct.
Sweat soaked his shirt, dripping onto the scorching deck, sizzling and creating a few strands of white vapor.
"I lost. Completely lost. As long as this man exists, Hydra will never have a chance to rise again. We can only hide in dark corners and eke out a miserable existence."
Pierce smiled bitterly. Just like the other four ard guards, he knelt before Kyle in his Venom's full-cover state.
He wasn't influenced by the force field's pull, but he knelt not because of the power but because he couldn't see a future where Hydra would rise again. His faith, which was his pillar of strength, had crumbled, leading to this act of submission.
The dim sunlight fell on Pierce, making him look even more desolate and aged. He appeared like a completely defeated and broken man.
"Why didn't you do this earlier? You could never escape as long as you were on Earth," Kyle said, shaking his head gently. The sturdy and dark keratin mbrane on his body began to recover and turn into a black liquid, infiltrating and rging into his clothes underneath.
After a while, his recovery turned into a silver-haired, golden-eyed, and handso face, along with a tall and robust human physique.
Venom transford into a spacious black trench coat draped over Kyle's casually dressed body. There was no trace of blood or brutality. He now looked like a gentleman attending a party, devoid of any sense of ruthlessness he displayed earlier when crushing lives like ants.
Kyle chuckled and took a step forward while saying, "Red Skull should consider himself fortunate. Back when he touched the Tesseract on the aircraft, he might have survived and been exiled to sowhere outside of Earth."
He walked past the ard personnel, who, under the oppressive power of the Venom's gaze, had almost fused their entire bodies with the deck. After their futile resistance, they eventually succumbed, fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and passed out.
Kyle stood in front of Pierce, stopping just half a ter away. He looked down coldly at the back of Pierce's head.
"You... you can't kill ..." Pierce didn't dare to raise his head and spoke with a trembling tone.
"Reasons?" Kyle shrugged and said, "That's true, there is a hidden danger. But you won't live to see that day. You're going to die here."
If he were truly the Symbol of Peace in the eyes of the public, perhaps he would not take a life even in the face of an enemy, eventually relying on the people's approval and legal ans for justice and judgnt.
However, before being the Symbol of Peace, he was Kyle, a reincarnated individual who had crossed over. He knew what he was doing was right, and if there were mistakes, he would eliminate them.
Kyle didn't bother with further chatter. He snapped his fingers lightly, and golden flas ignited between his two fingers, instantly raising the temperature within a few ters by more than ten degrees.
"You can't do this..."
As death drew near, Pierce's body trembled more violently. Sensing his impending demise, he couldn't help but shout hoarsely, "Mystery Man! Aren't you going to take action? You promised to help stop the Symbol of Peace, and now I'm about to die. Aren't you going to show yourself?!"
A sowhat comical cry for help echoed across the Helicarrier's deck, situated high in the sky, but no one responded.
Mystery Man?
Kyle frowned before he looked around. On the second Helicarrier, besides the four unconscious ard guards, there was no one else.
"Is he having a ntal breakdown?"
Kyle didn't waste any ti. Facing Pierce, he lightly flicked his finger, sending the golden fla falling from his hand.
The seemingly extinguishable golden flas contained the powerful force of high-temperature burning. If it touched a person's head, it could potentially lt the skull.
Pierce, crawling on the ground, watched as the golden flas descended. Just before they were about to touch the back of his head, a nearly transparent ripple suddenly appeared in the air.
The golden flas and the transparent ripple collided, and they were gradually extinguished, vanishing without a trace.
"Who are you?" Kyle's expression turned cold. He quickly turned around and, to his surprise, found a small "dwarf" standing silently behind him.
The figure was less than one ter tall, with a slender and frail body entirely covered in a black cloak, obscuring its face, and physique, and making it impossible to determine whether it was human or alien.
"I've finally t you," The mysterious figure seed to be smiling, emitting a hoarse, ethereal sound.
"Are you a mber of Hydra?" Kyle asked coldly. Due to the five-ter distance between them, he couldn't see the Ability Card on the mysterious figure.
However, the ability displayed earlier, the effortless cancellation of the divine fire, seed to be accompanied by a strong spatial aura...
Yes, it was definitely a spatial ability!
For Kyle, who had contact with the Space Stone, there was no mistaking it. It was a Space-Class derivative ability.
Was it a Sorcerer? Mutant? A man-made being experinted with the Tesseract?
In a brief mont, Kyle had already formulated nurous speculations in his mind.
The mysterious figure had a pair of small eyes that seed to be fixed on Kyle. It answered, "I am not a mber of Hydra. That man just helped find you, and I promised to save his life. My mother once warned never to break promises or be untrustworthy."
"Did your mother also warn you to be cautious when dealing with enemies?" Kyle said. Before the mysterious figure could respond, he tapped his toe on the floor. He moved toward the mysterious figure at an incredible speed, leaving behind a shallow white shockwave in his wake.
He was eager to take action, not necessarily with a strong intent to kill but to examine the Ability Card the mysterious figure possessed.
Space was the supre power, and ti was the ruler!
Even the lowest forms of these abilities were divine techniques that could access the mysteries of the universe. That was why the Ancient One, a Sorcerer, could be the strongest defender against multiple-dinsional invasions of Earth as an ordinary human.
Kyle moved suddenly, and the mysterious figure made no attempt to retreat or dodge. With only a five-ter distance between them, reading the card ssage required a range of no more than three ters. These two ters could be considered negligible.
However, after ten seconds, Kyle was still approaching at breakneck speed, and the distance between him and the mysterious figure remained at the initial five ters.
These re five ters seed like an imasurable chasm, and even his fastest sprint couldn't close the gap by a single centiter.
(End of this chapter)
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