Chapter 110: Hulk Unleashed

Garus gripped the struggling Chadnoma tightly. Frostmourne pierced through his chest, and an invisible force began pulling at his soul.

"I demand vengeance!" Chadnoma's thoughts were consumed with his father. He still hadn't exacted retribution on the man who had turned him into this abomination. His unwillingness to relent burned within him.

Darkness swallowed Chadnoma's vision as he felt himself being pulled into an abyss. His soul was drawn into Frostmourne.

With the mutated vampire eliminated, Garus turned his attention to the vampire empire's elite forces nearby. He couldn't let them escape.

The elite soldiers of the vampire empire were preparing to retreat when they realized they had been surrounded.

Unnoticed until now, grotesque bat-like statues stood atop the rooftops, their wings folded as they gazed down at the soldiers. There were hundreds of them.

"Captain, what are those things? When did they get there?" one special forces soldier asked, his voice trembling as chills ran down his spine.

The gargoyles had appeared silently, their pitch-black forms blending seamlessly with the night.

"How the hell would I know?" Reinhardt whispered into his radio, "Move carefully. Don't provoke them."

But as they tried to slip past the gargoyles, an icy grip seized one soldier's arm.

"Damn it!"

The monstrous figures came to life, clutching those attempting to flee.

"Open fire!"

Some soldiers drew longswords to slash at the creatures restraining them, while others fired their weapons.

The staccato bursts of machine gun fire ricocheted harmlessly off the gargoyles' stony hides, leaving nothing but faint sparks.

"Damn it, retreat now!"

Desperation took over. Some soldiers tried leaping off the rooftops, only to be snatched mid-air and carried aloft. Others were struck by green orbs of energy that materialized out of nowhere, their screams silenced as they collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Garus stepped into view, his presence commanding and unyielding.

Reinhardt, recognizing their mission's target, didn't hesitate. He raised his weapon and fired.

But before he could fire more than a few shots, a sharp pain tore through his abdomen, sending him hurtling backward.

"Thud!"

Reinhardt hit the cold ground, gasping as a heavy boot pressed down on his chest.

"Who are you?" Garus asked, glaring down at the defeated soldier.

Looking around and realizing that his entire unit had been wiped out, Reinhardt knew the odds of survival were slim.

"I won't tell you anything."

"You don't need to." Garus smirked, his grip tightening on Frostmourne. "You're part of the vampire empire; the rest I can extract myself."

Frostmourne drove into Reinhardt's heart. Before he could utter a final retort, darkness engulfed him.

As his soul emerged, Frostmourne drew it in, compelling it to divulge all it knew, including the location of the vampire empire's headquarters.

"Fools. You're all doomed," Garus muttered. He had no intention of honoring any accords between the vampire empire, the Ancient Order, or the World Security Council.

Moments later, two Quinjet aircraft descended from the skies, their fuselages marked with the emblem of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Agents moved quickly to secure the area, cordoning off the bloodied battlefield. Even for experienced operatives, the sight of the mangled bodies and rotting flesh was nauseating.

"Mr. Garus." Coulson barely started speaking before being interrupted.

"I'm leaving." Dragging Chadnoma's corpse behind him, Garus opened a Death Gate and returned to the Azeroth Technologies building.

In Connors' lab, Garus found the scientist poring over the Scourge technology data he had provided. It seemed restoring his severed arm had become an obsession for him.

"Dr. Connors, this is the corpse of a mutant vampire. I hope it proves useful to you."

High above the clouds, Garus rode atop the frostwyrm Sindragosa, heading toward the Vampire Empire.

Through Reinhardt's soul, he had uncovered the reasons behind the vampires seeking him out. He doubted they would abandon their greed for the Blood God Crystal, and he had no intention of letting it fall into their hands.

It was daytime, and outside the Vampire Empire's headquarters, only a handful of humans hoping to become vampires were active.

As a massive shadow loomed over the buildings below, everyone instinctively looked up.

Some recognized the colossal creature that had appeared over New York not long ago, though they were baffled as to why it was here now.

Chilling frost energy gathered within Sindragosa's maw, forming an enormous icy sphere. Even Garus, seated on the dragon's back, felt a biting cold.

The descending ice orb instantly blanketed the area in white. Fountains froze into glistening crystalline sculptures, and pools turned into solid ice.

"Run..." Panic set in among the people below as they scrambled to escape. However, the frost bomb's radius was too vast for them to evade.

Inside a blood pool, the Vampire Empire's leader heard the commotion above and felt a sense of foreboding.

Earlier that morning, the sudden loss of contact with his special operations unit had already filled him with unease. The enemy's strength might far surpass his expectations, or perhaps the Mutant Academy had sent reinforcements.

Through the surveillance monitors, his last sight was of a massive white ice sphere descending from the sky.

Ssshhk... His tablet screen displayed only static.

"Arthas, go see what's happening."

"Yes, my lord." But before Arthas could leave, an icy chill swept through the entire base. Ground and subterranean structures alike were encased in frost, transforming the area into a frozen wasteland.

Garus leapt to the ground, the Death Knight's power amplifying his enjoyment of the cold. The frosty environment felt oddly comforting.

Sching! Frostmourne plunged into the ground, drawing forth white, spectral souls from beneath, which were absorbed into the sword.

At that moment, Garus' phone rang again.

"Fury, what now?" Garus answered impatiently. Regret was creeping in over his earlier decision to agree to Fury's request. "I said I'd be your security consultant, but do you have to call me constantly?"

"Garus, the Hulk's gone berserk." Fury's deep voice came from the other end of the line.

"What?" Garus was momentarily stunned.

Fury continued, his tone tinged with fatigue. "General Ross's daughter, Betty, went to find Dr. Banner. There was an incident, and she was killed by Ross's men. Dr. Banner lost control and transformed into the Hulk. He's already destroyed an entire city in Mexico."

Fury's voice sounded weary, and Garus could imagine him silently cursing General Ross at that very moment.

"What about the Ancient One?" Garus asked.

"She's there. She's managed to trap the Hulk in the Mirror Dimension for now, but we can't leave him there forever. I know you're skilled in soul magic. We need your help to resolve this."

Garus thought for a moment before agreeing, though he knew his expertise in soul magic was far from complete.

"Alright. But I'll need time to prepare. I'll contact you when I'm ready."

"Don't take too long."

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