Seeing Barton perish, Natasha imdiately discarded her empty electromagnetic rifle, drew the handgun strapped to her thigh, and pulled the trigger.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
However, the bullets all halted a few inches away from Cassandra, suspended in midair.
Natasha kept firing while steadily approaching her. When the handgun ran out of bullets, she lunged forward, delivering a flying kick.
Cassandra rely sneered in contempt and extended a hand, effortlessly catching Natasha's leg.
"A feisty one, aren't you?"
With a flick of her wrist, she hurled Natasha away like a rag doll.
"Such a fine waist and legs... perhaps I'll keep you around to dance for ."
As she spoke, Natasha's ntal shielding device detached from her head and floated into the air.
The next mont, her expression turned blank as she succumbed to Cassandra's psychic control. Without hesitation, she stepped behind Cassandra, standing motionless like a puppet.
Witnessing this, Maria and the others felt a chill run down their spines.
Only now did they rember—Cassandra wasn't just a telepath; she had telekinetic abilities as well. Their so-called ntal shields were completely useless against her.
Just then, Daisy erged from behind Cassandra, her fists crackling with vibrational energy as she struck forward.
But before she could land the blow, her body froze midair, held in place by an invisible force. No matter how much power surged in her fists, she couldn't move an inch.
"Let go! Damn it! Die!"
Cassandra chuckled at Daisy's futile struggle.
With a re gesture, Daisy's ntal shielding device was ripped away as well. Like Natasha, she was instantly subdued and took her place behind Cassandra.
The remaining S.H.I.E.L.D. agents felt their last vestiges of hope crumbling.
Maria staggered back a few steps, despair washing over her, "This... this can't be happening... Oh God, please, strike down this demon before us..."
But there was no God to answer her prayers. Cassandra laughed mockingly.
"God? Hah! I am your God! Now... die!"
As Cassandra prepared to finish them off, Lorna and Erik, now fully under her control, raised their hands, manipulating massive chunks of tal into the air.
With S.H.I.E.L.D. on the verge of annihilation, Coulson could no longer hold back.
"Maria! We have to use our last resort!"
A flicker of determination reignited in Maria's eyes, "Yes... we still have a final card to play. Deploy them now!"
She glanced at May, who remained silent, her expression filled with dread.
Monts later, several helicopters approached the battlefield, each carrying a massive shipping container. The pilots, fully aware of Lorna and Erik's powers, dropped the containers from a distance before quickly retreating.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
The containers crashed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
Cassandra's eyes glead with curiosity, "Oh? What trick do you have up your sleeve this ti? Whatever it is, it won't save you."
She signaled to Lorna and Erik.
Like programd machines, the two extended their hands toward the containers.
With an eerie creak, the containers began collapsing in on themselves, crushed by their overwhelming magnetic force.
Had Lorna and Erik still been in control of their own minds, they might have recognized what was inside. But alas, they were nothing more than Cassandra's puppets now.
As the last container was flattened, Cassandra turned to Maria with an amused smirk.
"And now? What else do you have left?"
Maria didn't respond. Instead, she and the few remaining agents cautiously backed away.
In just a matter of minutes, more than fifty S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had been reduced to a re seven survivors. Even if they managed to complete their mission, this battle was already a catastrophic failure.
Cassandra observed their retreat, a bored expression on her face. To her, this wasn't even a battle—it was a ga.
Her frustration at the beginning had long faded, replaced by amusent.
These people posed no real threat to her. She could have stood still and let them attack, and it still wouldn't have made a difference.
Daisy had been the only one with any real power, but even she had been subdued with ease.
Just as Cassandra prepared to finish them off, a deafening roar erupted from the crushed containers.
*Boom!*
Dark silhouettes erged from the wreckage, rapidly approaching the battlefield.
Cassandra raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
Within monts, a swarm of creatures surrounded them.
Lickers!
However, Cassandra had never seen such beings before, and she tilted her head in curiosity.
"Hmm? Where did these things co from? I don't recall anything like them in my world."
She thought for a mont before dismissing the notion.
After all, her previous world had been plunged into an apocalypse the mont she arrived. Perhaps such creatures had existed there too, but they had never had the chance to appear.
Shrugging, she waved a hand dismissively.
"Kill them."
Lorna and Erik obeyed without hesitation.
Jagged shards of tal shot toward the Lickers, but the creatures were incredibly fast, dodging with unnatural agility.
Even when they were hit, they quickly regenerated, undeterred by their wounds.
As the battle raged, the Lickers drew closer and closer. Seeing this, Cassandra calmly sank into the ground, disappearing once more.
But at that mont, sothing massive dropped from the sky.
A towering figure landed with a thunderous crash, its enormous arm plunging into the ground, yanking Cassandra back into the open.
"...Huh?"
For the first ti, surprise flickered across Cassandra's face as she found herself restrained.
Before her stood a monstrous being—over three ters tall, its body a mass of grotesquely overdeveloped muscle. A tallic helt covered its head, adding to its nacing appearance.
It was a Tyrant, a second-generation bioweapon engineered by Umbrella. Stronger, more resilient, and possessing unparalleled regenerative abilities.
But Cassandra was unfazed.
She raised a hand, and the massive claw grasping her disintegrated in an instant, stripped down to bare bone.
"Hmm... impressive muscle density. That actually took so effort."
As she stepped back, countless tal shards surged forward, striking the Tyrant. The beast raised its remaining arm, morphing it into a blade to shield itself.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
The relentless assault of tal battered its body, crushing its helt and leaving deep gashes in its flesh.
But even as its bones were exposed, its wounds began knitting back together at an alarming rate. Even its skeletal hand, stripped of all flesh, rapidly regenerated.
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