Summon the Villain: Marvel.

The battlefield was filled with smoke, and the aftermath of the battle still echoed in the air. Sephiroth stood alone in the center, his long silver hair fluttering in the wind. His expression was cold and deep, as if the devastation and chaos before him had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, a blue light suddenly flashed in the sky, and a human figure appeared beside Sephiroth. It was the projection of the intelligent computer, with a solemn image and slightly glowing eyes, appearing intelligent and calm.

"Lord Sephiroth," the AI ​​said respectfully with a hint of mechanized calmness, "The meeting is over. It is time to launch a final strike against the African region and some potential hostile forces."

Sephiroth tilted his head slightly and glanced at the projection of the intelligent computer. There was no fluctuation in his eyes. His tone was still cold and calm, as if everything was under his control.

"The final blow?" Sephiroth's voice was low and majestic, with a hint of unspeakable contempt. His eyes swept across the battlefield, as if he was thinking about the plan mentioned by the intelligent computer. He gently closed his eyes, as if he was weighing some huge decision.

The AI ​​continued, "Yes, Lord Sephiroth. According to our intelligence, the chaos in Africa has reached a critical point. Now is the best time to take control of the overall situation. As long as we control that area and eliminate the remaining resistance forces, the situation on the entire planet will be completely under our control."

Sephiroth raised his eyelids slightly, his silver hair brushed across his cheeks, and his eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. The corners of his mouth curled up into an imperceptible sneer, as if he had already seen through everything. He responded softly: "Control the planet? Intelligent brain, you don't understand yet, this planet... is just a speck of dust in the universe."

His tone was filled with utmost arrogance and transcendental confidence, as if the fate of the Earth was nothing more than a predestined game to him.

"But now that the plan has been decided," Sephiroth nodded slightly, raised his hand gently, and his fingertips brushed through the air, "then let's carry it out according to your arrangements." There was a hint of indifference in his tone, as if he was deciding a trivial matter.

The projection of the intelligent computer nodded slightly, and its voice was filled with unchanged calmness and respect: "As you command, Lord Sephiroth. We will take action immediately to ensure that everything goes as you wish."

Sephiroth watched the projection of the intelligent computer gradually dissipate, and his eyes once again turned to the distance of the battlefield. War and chaos seemed insignificant in his eyes. He stood at the top of everything, calm and lonely.

"The planet... is just a brief transition after all." He whispered to himself, his voice like a whisper in the wind, disappearing on the ruined battlefield.

The battle is not over yet, but he is already standing at the end of victory.

Zemo had just returned to the door of his secret base, imagining the great plan that was about to be realized. The fusion of the demigod's blood would bring a qualitative leap in his power, and he could almost feel the taste of victory. However, when he pushed open the door, what came into his eyes was the smoke and mess on the ground. The base had been completely destroyed. The air was filled with the smell of burning, and traces of the battle were everywhere. Zemo's face suddenly became gloomy. He realized that the situation was not good and quickly calmed down.

"Damn it!" Zemo gritted his teeth and growled, his anger barely suppressed. He made a quick decision and prepared to evacuate immediately. "Everyone, evacuate immediately! Immediately!" He gave the order while quickly running towards the core area of ​​the base, trying to save the experimental data and important materials that had not been completely destroyed.

As he moved quickly, a deep voice came from behind him: "Can you run, Zemo?"

Zemo suddenly stopped and his face turned pale. He turned around slowly and saw a familiar and dangerous figure in front of him - the superhero Andre, nicknamed Super V. He exuded an unshakable pressure. With his hands in his pockets, he had a sneer on his face and his eyes revealed undisguised disdain.

Andre shook his head gently, and the bone conduction headphones hanging on his ears swayed slightly. He said nonchalantly: "Zemo, you are really stupid. Do you think you can turn the tables by collecting the blood of demigods?" His voice was mocking and his eyes were full of contempt.

Zemo's eyes instantly became fearful. He subconsciously took a step back, staring at Andre, and secretly weighed the situation in his heart. Andre, the top powerhouse of this superhero group, was known for his telekinesis and had eliminated hostile forces alone many times. Zemo knew that he could not act rashly.

"Andre..." Zemo's voice was a little stiff, trying to suppress his inner uneasiness, "I didn't expect you to come in person... You have already destroyed my base, what else do you want?"

Andre shrugged and replied slowly: "I just cleared the obstacles. As for you... your secret cooperation with the Jewish group and Leviathan, the layout of the base, and the forces in Africa and the Middle East, all of these... are over."

Zemo's heart sank suddenly, his expression stiffened, and his fists clenched unconsciously. He knew that he was in a desperate situation, all his forces were destroyed, and Andre in front of him had everything in his hands.

For a moment, Zemo's expression was extremely complicated, with anger, unwillingness, and helplessness appearing alternately on his face. He had never been so entangled before, and he had to make a choice.

Finally, he took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and said with difficulty: "Maybe... I can join you."

Andre raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he did not respond immediately. He just looked at Zemo with a playful look.

Zemo felt an invisible pressure on his heart, but he knew he had no way out. He forced himself to calm down, took out two bottles of demigod blood from his arms, slowly held them in front of Andre, and forced a smile on his face: "I want to... join your Umbrella. I have what you need."

Andre looked at the two bottles of demigod blood and suddenly let out a "puchi" laugh. He then raised his fingers and gently circled them around his ears, as if he was thinking about some ridiculous suggestion.

"Demigod blood?" Andre's eyes flashed with contempt, and he sneered, "Do you really think you can join the gang with this thing?"

As he spoke, he gently raised his hand, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, telekinesis instantly swept through the surroundings like a gust of wind, accompanied by a low roar. Zemo stared at the superpowered warriors under his command in amazement. Without even a scream, they were torn apart by the invisible force, and instantly turned into pieces of flesh and blood, splattering all around.

"Do you think you still have a choice?" Andre said coldly, with unquestionable majesty in his voice, as if everything was under his control.

Zemo's face turned extremely pale, and he held the two bottles of blood tightly, his hands trembling slightly. His heart was filled with despair, but he knew that he had completely lost his way out.

In the medical room of the European branch of Stark Group, the Avengers were receiving simple bandages and treatment. Tony Stark sat on a chair, staring at the ceiling tiredly, his helmet casually thrown aside, and his armor was covered with scratches. Steve Rogers still watched the wound being treated seriously, while Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch sat in the corner, communicating with each other silently. Hawkeye, Black Widow and Falcon were a little quiet, while War Machine Rhodes and Black Panther T'Challa stood by the window, looking at the night outside.

At this moment, Nick Fury opened the door and walked into the room. His eyes swept over each of the Avengers, his brows furrowed, and he was obviously thinking about something important. He slowly walked in front of everyone, stopped, his eyes cold and deep.

"Everyone, I know you have just experienced a fierce battle and are injured," Fury said in a low voice with a hint of anxiety in his tone, "but we don't have much time to rest."

Tony turned his head to look at Fury, a tired smile on his face. "You always push us, Nick. We've barely caught our breath."

Fury ignored Tony's ridicule and continued, "Hawk Group has taken full responsibility for the mission of destroying the superpowered soldiers. They will be responsible for cleaning up the remaining threats."

"Hawk Group?" Scarlet Witch Wanda raised her eyebrows. She was obviously not surprised by this arrangement, but she was not very interested either. "Then they should deal with it as soon as possible. The superpower warriors have already caused us enough trouble."

"I don't care about the movements of Hawke's group," Captain Steve Rogers responded in a low voice, turning his gaze from Fury to the people in the room, "but what I want to know more is how we should deal with the threat of those demigods next. They are not just ordinary enemies."

Fury nodded, his eyes becoming more serious. “That’s exactly the problem. What we are facing is not just the problem of super-powered warriors or demigod legions. This time, we have confirmed another important fact—Ares, the God of War, is real.”

The room fell into silence, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Fury.

"What did you say?" Hawkeye Clint asked softly. Although there was not much change in his expression, the doubt in his eyes was obvious.

"Are you saying that God really exists?" Falcon Sam Wilson was full of confusion. He turned to look at the captain and others, as if looking for confirmation.

Tony took a deep breath, a complex look flashing in his eyes: "We have long known that Norse mythology exists, such as Loki and Thor, but now you tell us that the gods in Greek mythology are also real?"

Fury nodded, his tone still calm: "Not only Norse mythology, but also the gods in Greek mythology exist. Ares, and his demigods, have appeared in person. This means that we are facing an enemy that transcends mythology and reality."

Black Widow Natasha was silent for a moment, then said softly: "If gods really exist, then their power far exceeds all the enemies we have faced before. How should we deal with it?"

"We are no longer dealing with ordinary superpowers or artificial intelligence, but real gods." T'Challa spoke slowly, his voice revealing his usual calmness. "What is their goal? Do they want to rule the world?"

Fury's eyes were heavy, and he nodded. "The appearance of Ares means that he is not satisfied with just controlling the demigods in Greek mythology. He may want greater power, or even global war and chaos."

Tony shrugged, with a hint of helpless sarcasm in his tone: "So now we not only have to deal with evil organizations, but also gods? This is really getting complicated."

"There is no other way." War Machine Rhodes said in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness and determination in his tone, "We have faced so many challenges, this one is not a big deal."

The Red Witch clenched her fists, her eyes determined: "Whether it is God or man, we will fight to the end."

Fury looked at the Avengers in front of him and said in a deep voice: "You are the strongest heroes on earth. Whether the enemy is human, super-powered, or god, we must stand at the forefront."

Steve Rogers took a deep breath, stood up firmly, raised his shield, and looked at everyone with a resolute gaze: "Whether the other party is a god or a devil, as long as they threaten this world, we Avengers will resist to the end."

"Avengers Assemble."