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M: TSIA Chapter 116: Phil Coulson From SHIELD
🕑 Added 2025-03-16 13:01:50 +0000 UTCIt was then that a heavy voice came through their communication device.
"Coulson, let Agent Victoria handle the situation in New York. You meet this most terrifying White Lantern Messenger."
It was the voice of Director Nick Fury.
"Yes, sir."
Coulson smirked slightly before glancing at Victoria. In a joking tone, Coulson then said, "Agent Victoria, I leave this to you. I’m heading to the Adirondacks."
Without wasting any time, Coulson quickly stepped away, leaving Victoria still staring at the tablet screen with a serious expression.
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When Coulson was ordered to go to the Adirondacks, Lance had already killed the Dark Young twenty-seven times.
The monster was completely trapped in the illusion of Kyōka Suigetsu, rendering the Dark Young nothing more than a helpless prey before Lance. No matter how much the Dark Young struggled, its attacks only swept through empty air. In contrast, Lance could strike the Dark Young repeatedly without facing any resistance whatsoever.
However, the creature's body was harder than steel, as solid as an ancient stone that had settled for thousands of years. Even with Lance's razor-sharp weapon, completely cleaving the Dark Young was no easy task. Each time the Dark Young was slashed, its body parts would begin to crawl back together, merging as if the flesh was summoned by something from beyond this world.
In essence: This creature was truly difficult to kill!
This Dark Young was not merely a man-made creature but the result of thousands of years of energy absorption left behind by an ancient evil god. Over time, the vitality of the Dark Young had reached a level rivaling Wolverine's absolute regeneration. No matter how Lance cut the Dark Young—even as most of the hills around them were flattened by Lance's attacks—the Dark Young could still rise again, emitting a hoarse sound that resembled a scream from the depths of hell.
Worse still, as long as the Dark Young did not die, other monsters within the ancient temple would also remain alive.
Fortunately, the original body of the ancient evil god had long been killed by Atum, the God Killer. With the death of the Dark Young, the remaining energy in this ancient temple was like a tree without roots—slowly eroding away. At the current rate of consumption, if Lance killed the Dark Young thirty to fifty more times, it was highly likely that the monster would run out of regeneration and turn into a pile of dried flesh.
In fact, the best method to deal with such a creature was to bring it to a mirror dimension.
Unfortunately, the Dark Young had too deep a connection with this ancient temple. Even if Lance managed to throw the Dark Young into the mirror dimension, the spiritual connection binding the Dark Young to the temple would allow it to escape easily. Therefore, Lance could only sacrifice a few kilometers of land in the United States to ensure this monster was truly eradicated. After all, this area was vast and sparsely populated—flattening a small part of it might even serve as an alternative tourist attraction in the future. Perhaps the New York State government could utilize it as a supernatural attraction and profit from it.
However, for Lance, this fight felt tedious.
With swift movements, Lance sliced the creature into several pieces. But seeing the Dark Young rise again and again only made him sigh. Without wasting time, Lance raised his hand and activated a high-level spiritual technique.
"Hadō #75: Gochūtekkan! (Five Iron Pillar Penetration)!"
Five giant iron pillars descended from the sky at incredible speed, striking the Dark Young and pinning its body to the ground. The pillars were not just ordinary iron—Lance had reinforced them with pure spiritual energy, ensuring that the monster was truly trapped. With a smooth motion, Lance raised his hand again, gathering spiritual power that pulsed like the ebb and flow of tides. Then, relentless attacks rained down on the Dark Young, gradually eroding the aura of the evil god that clung to its body.
When the Quinjet carrying Coulson arrived, the sky above the battlefield was still filled with blazing red light. Giant fireballs fell like meteor showers, exploding above a herd of screaming black goats. The heat wave generated flowed in all directions, rolling the ground like a hellish storm.
"Sir?"
Some agents who came with Coulson looked hesitant. The temperature on this battlefield was unnatural—the air trembled, the ground crackled, and they could feel the scorching heat searing their skin. If they recklessly advanced, would they just explode on the spot?
Coulson simply waved his hand, signaling for them to stay back. He himself chose not to get too close, instead standing at a distance while raising a high-powered megaphone.
"Mr. White Lantern, I am Agent Phil Coulson from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. Is there anything we can assist you with?"
Amidst the booming explosions that shook the ground, Coulson's voice sounded clear and distinct. It was evident that this megaphone was not ordinary equipment—SHIELD's advanced technology ensured that Coulson's words reached Lance's ears without interruption.
Lance turned slowly, staring at Coulson with a cold expression. Lance's eyes radiated an intimidating aura of indifference.
Without further ado, Lance simply uttered a few words:
"Clear this place!"
For Lance, the noise was already too reminiscent of a real battlefield. The explosions echoing in the air, the sounds of monster screams, and the aura of destruction enveloping the area would soon attract the attention of those who should not be here. Lance could sense the presence of many people—some were merely reckless individuals wanting to witness the strange events, while others were clearly a rapid-response team heading to the location.
Lance had no intention of killing ordinary humans.
Since SHIELD had come voluntarily, they could handle this problem for him.
By the way, although SHIELD was not particularly impressive in direct combat, they were at least competent in terms of clearing the battlefield.
In fact, Lance did not need to give orders, as SHIELD had already begun to move. The agents quickly spread out to prevent civilians from approaching the area. Meanwhile, Director Nick Fury immediately contacted the military, ordering them to cease their reckless actions before things got worse.
