CH: 304 The Flesh and Blood of the Hulk

{Chapter: 304 The Flesh and Blood of the Hulk}

On the war-torn streets of New York, the thunderous rumble of engines echoed as a convoy of tanks, armored vehicles, and military trucks roared into the chaos. Hundreds of soldiers poured out from the backs of the trucks like a flood of steel and fury. Without hesitation, they opened fire, unleashing a storm of bullets against the advancing Chitauri infantry. Laser blasts from the invaders were met with disciplined counterfire, grenades, and anti-tank rockets.

Above, the sky was a battlefield of its own. Jet engines screamed through the smoke-filled air as hundreds of U.S. Air Force fighter jets such as . F-22 Raptor, F-16 Fighting Falcon, F-35 Lightning II, and F-15 Eagle, streaked overhead in tight formations, letting loose guided missiles and bombs. The explosions painted the skies in red and orange as alien warships were torn from the sky.

The entire city had become a nightmare of destruction. The streets echoed with nothing but the deafening roars of engines, the sharp cracks of gunfire, the constant, relentless thunder of bombs, and the helpless screams of civilians trapped beneath collapsing buildings. New York was burning, and hope seemed a distant memory.

"ROAAAARRRR!" A terrifying bellow shattered what little order remained. Volcanicus, the mechanical titan forged of metal and flame, took to the skies once more. His iron wings flapped with a gust that shattered nearby windows. With each beat, trails of fire burst forth, engulfing buildings and reducing steel and concrete to smoldering ruins.

Volcanicus was no hero. He was devastation incarnate—unbiased, uncaring, and unstoppable. To him, friend and foe were indistinguishable. Humans, Chitauri, buildings, machines—it didn't matter. Everything in his path was fuel for his destructive nature.

He was not a protector. He was a force of nature.

Watching from a shattered rooftop, William's lips curled into a twisted smile. His arms spread wide as if embracing the chaos. "Still not quite enough... No, not enough spectacle. Time to raise the curtain on the next act."

Above, the clouds shimmered with unnatural light. A sharp pulse of blue energy light the sky as fifty orbs of deformed element particles descend like falling stars. As they struck the ground, each one exploded in a flare of radiance—and from the energy emerged humanoid figures gleaming like synthetic diamonds, reflecting the city's fire like walking prisms.

"Artificial Kongs," William said proudly, his voice echoing with command, "Let the world witness your brilliance. There are no friends here—only enemies. Now go... wreak havoc!"

"RAAAAAHHHHH!" The artificial Kongs responded in unison, their deep mechanical roars shaking the ground. With brutal precision, they raised their arm-mounted cannons and unleashed a devastating barrage across the streets.

The Chitauri responded immediately, focusing their fire on the newcomers. Tanks turned their turrets. Jets locked on. Even human forces hesitated, unsure if the new players were friend or foe.

But the Kongs didn't care. Laser blasts ricocheted off their diamond-hard armor. They returned fire with advanced weaponry—particle cannons, kinetic hammers, energy missiles—and within seconds, the street became a graveyard of metal and flesh.

Chitauri were shredded. Tanks were flipped like toys. Fighter jets exploded in midair. The Kongs advanced through the battlefield with terrifying efficiency, their heavy steps leaving cracked craters behind them. Human soldiers who stood too close were caught in the crossfire, thrown like ragdolls or pulverized by stray attacks.

"WILLIAM!" Thor's voice thundered across the rooftops as he flew in on a bolt of lightning. His face was contorted with fury. "This madness must end! You're killing everyone!"

William looked up at the God of Thunder with amused eyes. "Madness?" he echoed with a chuckle. "No, Thor. This... is just me playing by your rules. You wanted to fight—well, I'm giving you the fight of your lives. If you think you can stop me, come prove it."

He gave a mocking glance toward the smoldering ruins of Midtown. "Better hurry, though. At this rate, this precious city will be nothing but rubble in five minutes."

"Enough of your arrogance!" Thor roared, Mjolnir glowing with divine power. He hurled it with all his might.

But William vanished in a flash of lightning and reappeared behind the Asgardian.

"Too slow," William whispered with a smirk, before driving his foot into Thor's backside.

With a loud grunt, Thor was kicked off the rooftop and crashed through a billboard.

William's eyes then turned upward toward a distant rooftop—where a green titan stood watching him. Hulk's chest heaved, his eyes locked on William, filled with primal fury.

"Ah... the big guy," William said with a malicious grin. "Still standing? You know, the White Queen has her eye on you. She's quite eager to study what makes you tick. Says your meat is very... valuable."

He held up his hand, and in a burst of sapphire light, a shimmering shield appeared—only to twist and reshape into a jagged black machete pulsing with energy.

Hulk bared his teeth and roared again, louder this time. Then, with a feral leap, he launched himself at William like a missile.

"Bring it, beast," William said, and flew forward to meet him.

Their clash in the sky was nothing short of cataclysmic—a storm of raw, unfiltered power. The very atmosphere trembled as William brought his obsidian-black blade down in a diagonal arc, slicing cleanly across the Hulk's thick, sinewy shoulder. A wet, meaty thwack echoed through the air as a large chunk of green flesh was carved free, spinning through the air before hitting the ground with a sickening splatter. While a small chunked was held by the black machete. Viscous emerald blood sprayed like a fountain and absorbed by the black machete.

"RAAAHHHHH!" The Hulk roared in agony, his voice a booming thunderclap that shook nearby windows. His body—impervious to bullets, artillery, energy blasts, and even other superhuman fists—had been breached. Torn apart. The pain ignited a deeper rage.

The moment before gravity could reclaim him, Hulk's giant fist slammed into William with bone-shattering force.

"AAGH!" William grunted, flung downward like a meteorite, spiraling toward the earth. He struck the ground hard enough to create a shockwave, carving a wide crater into the concrete. Dust and debris mushroomed upward.

The impact left William sprawled in the center of the pit, arms wide, like a broken puppet.

"It looks like he's actually been hurt," murmured someone from the edge of the battlefield.

But slowly, impossibly, William stirred. He coughed, wiped the blood trailing from the corner of his mouth, and stood with defiance. His body ached, but his eyes gleamed with amusement.

"That punch…" he said, cracking his neck. "Heh. No wonder they call him the strongest Avenger."

He glanced down at his black machete, still slick with green blood—and a small chunk of torn meat of Hulk's skin dangling from its edge and a lot of blood inside the black machete.

"I wonder what kind of fun the White Queen could have with this," William mused, a blue flicker dancing across his fingers. The chunk of Hulk's flesh and blood inside shimmered—and vanished.

"Roar, roar…"

Up above, Hulk stood atop a half-demolished building, roaring like a god of war. His shoulder gaped open in a gruesome wound. But even as the blood poured, the flesh began knitting together—stitching itself closed in seconds.

"He's injured, now is the best time to kill this guy." With a blast of thrusters, Iron Man hovered into view, his suit glowing with repulsor energy. His mechanical voice barked through the comms, "You're not walking away from this, William. You crossed the line."

William looked up and smirked, "You think you can stop me, Stark?"

"Buddy, I've been doing this since you were hacking vending machines," Tony quipped—and fired a mini-missile from his wrist.

William's reflexes were inhuman. With a swift slash of his black blade, he cleaved the missile in two. The halves zipped past him, exploding behind with twin booms that shook the battlefield.

"Nice try," William said casually, brushing dust from his coat. "Got anything better?"

"I do," came a calm, precise voice.

Thwip—an arrow whistled through the air.

William snatched it mid-flight without even flinching. He turned his head toward a rooftop, where Hawkeye was crouched, bow already drawn for another shot.

"Barton," William said, raising the arrow. "You really should know by now—"

BOOM!

The arrow exploded in William's hand, a high-yield burst engulfing him in flames and shrapnel.

As the smoke cleared, William emerged from the inferno, smirking—his clothes singed, but otherwise unharmed.

"I guess someone is going to die today," he said with a chilling calmness, "but I wonder—will it be one of you, or all of you?"

Suddenly, blaster fire tore through the air as squads of Chitauri infantry swarmed from the alleys and buildings, firing indiscriminately. Iron Man, Hawkeye, and even the Hulk were caught in the barrage.

William sighed, then slammed his foot into the ground with a grunt. "There are too many bugs." William stomped his foot on the ground.

The earth groaned—and then erupted.

Jagged stone spikes burst from beneath the pavement, skewering the advancing Chitauri like meat on skewers. Dozens impaled, screams muffled by the rush of rising rock and blood.

The battlefield was chaos incarnate.

A tank roared forward, its barrel swiveling toward William. A soldier popped up from the hatch, barking orders into a radio.

"William! Surrender immediately or we'll open fire!"

William looked up, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. His smile turned feral.

"Go ahead," he said. "Pull the trigger. Let's see what happens next."

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