American Comics: Borrowed Magic By Skill, Why Should I Return It?

Tony's notification had an effect.

When they learned that the Lingbo Prison had changed owners and was no longer a serious threat to Earth.

Countries gradually abandoned their plans for a counter-invasion.

Definitely.

The reason for such a decisive abandonment was largely because they didn't want to fight in the first place.

The decision to plan a counter-invasion was more out of helplessness, a proactive attack for self-preservation.

After all, the Battle of New York had already proven the demons' strength.

Conventional weapons were completely ineffective against them.

Originally, humans had one last resort.

Nuclear bombs...

But during the Ultron crisis, the super AI Skynet made a bold move.

Directly wiping out all of humanity's existing nuclear weapons.

Therefore.

When countries learned that a human had become the owner of Lingbo Prison, they were overjoyed.

Fight?

What a joke!

They had to quickly step down from their high horses!

But in this world, there are always some people who refuse to step down even when given the opportunity.

Like... General Ross.

Montana.

On the rarely visited desert, there were now numerous small military camps.

The temporarily established airport was filled with planes.

Transport planes flew in one after another from afar, landed, unloaded their cargo, and quickly flew away.

Trucks formed a long line.

On the desert, a wall of sand was stirred up.

General Ross stood on a temporary lookout tower, his eagle-like eyes surveying everything.

Around him.

In these scattered military camps.

There were fully prepared American soldiers.

From the Navy SEALs to the 101st Airborne Division, and even the cavalry, all of them were the elite of the elite.

If we were to include those third-rate army soldiers, fourth-rate Maruns...

This place has already gathered nearly 150,000 people!

A force of 150,000 troops!

"So what if there are demons?"

General Ross's gaze was as sharp as a hawk.

He exuded confidence.

Except for the soldiers.

The equipment prepared for this battle is also terrifying.

Over 100 M1A2 main battle tanks, various types of armored vehicles, and countless self-propelled artillery.

In terms of the air force, there are F15, F16, F22, and their upgraded models, such as -C and -D, everything you can think of.

In terms of bombers, the legendary trio of B52, B1B, and B2 are all present.

And then there's a bunch of Apache armed helicopters...

A-10 Warthog attack aircraft...

And so on and so forth.

The total number of different types of aircraft adds up to thousands.

Enough to launch a devastating war anywhere in the world.

At least that's what General Ross believes.

"I have a force of 150,000 troops! Countless armored vehicles! Sufficient logistics! Firepower coverage!"

"And the demons on the other side don't even have long-range attack capabilities!"

"It's all about close combat!"

"This battle!"

"The advantage is mine!"

Just as General Ross was delivering an impassioned speech in his heart.

A soldier ran over.

"General, the Pentagon is calling!"

"They say to cancel the operation plan!"

Upon hearing this news, General Ross's face instantly changed.

"The army has already assembled!"

"And now they want me to retreat?"

General Ross's face darkened.

Anyone could see the anger and unwillingness in his heart.

The communication soldier reporting the news didn't even dare to breathe.

"Who else knows about this news?"

General Ross suddenly asked.

"No one!"

"I received a call and immediately came to report."

As soon as the words fell,

General Ross grabbed the throat of the communication soldier.

"No!"

The communication soldier widened his eyes.

He was horrified to find that General Ross's skin had turned red.

His physique also began to grow, similar to the transformation of the Hulk, but in red.

"Red Hulk..."

Accompanied by the last thought in his mind.

The communication soldier's neck was snapped.

General Ross's skin color quickly returned to normal.

"I am Thaddeus Ross."

"Pass on my orders!"

"Have Dr. Savidge open the teleportation channel, and the army will move out!"

General Ross picked up the communicator and issued the order.

The Savidge he mentioned is Dr. Erik Savidge, the mentor of Jane Foster, and the scientist who was captured by Loki in the Avengers Alliance to open the portal for him.

Now.

This unlucky old man has been captured again.

The mission hasn't even changed, still opening portals for others.

"I've gone crazy!"

"Why are you still capturing me?"

"I'm really crazy, I'm not lying to you!"

Dr. Erik, naked, was being escorted by a group of soldiers...

Although his appearance looked crazy.

But in reality.

Dr. Erik's mind was as clear as a mirror.

He keenly sensed the crisis, so he pretended to be crazy and refused to open the door for General Ross.

Bang!

Until a gunshot sounded.

General Ross walked over.

"Erik Savidge."

"You are now conscripted for wartime. If you refuse again, you will be charged with treason..."

General Ross pointed his gun at Dr. Erik.

"I..." Erik finally had nothing to say.

But the scientist's meticulous personality made him stubbornly explain:

"I'll emphasize it again!"

"The passage to hell has already been opened."

"But these passages are not stable enough, so what I need to do is to stabilize them for you."

"All I'm doing is stabilizing the passage. I didn't open it, understand?"

"In the future, when it comes to accountability, you must not trace it back to me."

Erik talked for a while.

Actually, the real focus was on the last sentence.

Because he had been manipulated by Loki and opened the portal, which ultimately led to the invasion of the Chitauri.

When it came to holding him accountable afterwards...

He almost drove Erik, this old man, to death.

"That's enough, Dr. Savidge."

"This is a war that we will definitely win. No one will hold you responsible."

General Ross gave Erik a final shot of adrenaline.

March 8th, the battle!

We will win!

"Alright, I'll open the passage now."

Helpless, Erik went to the instrument and started operating it.

What he needed to do was to stabilize the fleeting dimensional passages that occurred when two dimensions collided, and turn them into a gap large enough for the army to pass through.

It must be said...

As a genius recognized by both Earthlings and Asgardians.

This old man, Erik, indeed had some skills.

Under his manipulation...

Soon...

A legion-level dimensional passage, several times larger than the one built when the Bifrost invaded Earth, appeared in the desert.

Like a gate to the abyss!

Standing in front of tens of thousands of elite soldiers of America!

"Follow my orders!"

"Advance!"