The End of the World: Chaos

In the secret place of the Eight-Faced Buddha, war drums thundered, blood and flesh flew across the battlefield, and the sound of killing shook the sky. Yang Yi's heart was as heavy as a stone at this moment, and there was no light in his eyes. He no longer cared about this conflict, and the madness and despair in front of him seemed to tear him apart.

In the midst of the war, the Red Skull showed his arrogance and implemented his shocking plan without hesitation. As the leader of the enemy, the Red Skull's determination seemed like a rock, and the coldness in his eyes moved the surrounding soldiers.

"You all, come on!" The Red Skull's voice was like thunder, shaking the eardrums. All his men were brave and fearless. Facing the enemy's attack, they did not flinch and immediately fought back. The scene was fierce and suffocating.

At this time, the second generation Baron Zemo was like a headless fly, his face as pale as paper. He watched his subordinates' situation getting out of control, and he could not suppress his anger and anxiety, "You! Do it!" His voice became more and more desolate, but the majesty of his authority seemed to be weakened at this moment.

"Baron," a young man stepped forward tremblingly, his eyes full of fear, "Should we... retreat?"

"Retreat?" Baron Zemo was furious, like an angry statue, "How can you let me save my face? This is the place where my Zemo family lives. You cannot retreat without my order!"

"But... Red Skull's soldiers have begun to waver, and some have even chosen to surrender!" The young subordinate choked up as he spoke, obviously worried about the battle situation in front of him.

The heart of the second generation Baron Zemo suddenly sank. The Red Skull's deterrence was as strong as the legend said. He looked around in panic, and the chaos in front of him shocked him. The trust in the past seemed as weak as morning mist in the face of strong pressure, and he couldn't bear it.

"Who wavered? Who is it?" Baron Zemo asked angrily, his eyes like knives, sweeping across each of his men.

"Yes...it's Alvin. He has expressed his surrender to Red Skull." The subordinate answered tremblingly, his eyes wandering, as if there were countless fears in his heart.

"Alvin!" Baron Zemo roared angrily, as if he wanted to tear this despicable man to pieces, "This is simply betrayal!"

His voice was low and full of anger. He then raised his voice and said passionately, "Listen to me, everyone! If anyone dares to betray my Zemo family, today will be the day you die!"

The soldiers around looked at each other, the atmosphere became more tense, the battle was still in full swing, but Baron Zemo's voice obviously planted the seeds of doubt. At this time, the team led by the Red Skull was ready to attack again, and the number of people was surging like a tide, and Zemo's front was becoming more and more precarious.

Suddenly, the Red Skull stepped through the gunfire, revealing his skull-like face, with a scornful smile on his lips, "Baron Zemo, it seems that your men are a little disappointed in you." He walked slowly, his steps like a judgment born from hell.

"What do you want to say?" Baron Zemo felt aggrieved, but tried to remain calm on the surface.

"Perhaps, your reign is coming to an end?" The Red Skull's whisper was like a provocation in the dark night, accompanied by a touch of ruthless sarcasm. "Look, those soldiers who once swore loyalty have begun to waver. Trust and loyalty are particularly fragile in the face of power. Haha!"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if everyone was waiting for the scene of this duel. Baron Zemo was furious, his hands trembling slightly, staring at the Red Skull, and his voice was like thunder: "You, the omniscient cancer, will be defeated by my power!"

The Red Skull smiled contemptuously, "You may regard me as a virus, but I would rather call you a loser. Come on, Baron Zemo, let's have a real showdown. Do you really want to win?"

"Hmph!" Baron Zemo clenched his fists, his heart was in turmoil, but he appeared absolutely calm on the outside, "I am not here to compromise with you! I must win and will never let you escape!"

At this tense moment, the fighting around did not stop. Various weapons and roars intertwined and sounded, as if witnessing the arrival of this confrontation.

Arvin's betrayal made the Baron even more angry. He was determined not to back down and roared again: "Reorganize the team! Continue to fight the Red Skull. I want them to know the reputation of Baron Zemo!"

At this moment of rapid change, Baron Zemo's warriors responded like ignited gunpowder, their fighting spirit was rekindled, their trust in the Baron was rekindled, and the counterattack that followed came like a tide.

The Red Skull frowned slightly, and felt a little uneasy when he saw the victory reversed. "Be careful, Zemo's counterattack is getting stronger and stronger, don't slack off." He whispered to his men beside him.

His eyes suddenly became stern, and the Red Skull issued another order: "Attack us, and destroy the enemy's morale. Do not retreat!"

The two armies clashed again, and the crazy gunfire and shouting rolled like a tide. Baron Zemo's anger seemed to be ignited, and perhaps a belief of grief and indignation ignited in his heart. Holding a sharp blade in his hand, he seemed to forget everything and just wanted to fight forward. The safety and interests of the past were thrown behind his mind. In this interweaving of shadows and flames, determination has risen.

"Charge!" he shouted, and the soldiers behind him responded like a tide.

The Red Skull was calm and deep. His order was quickly implemented as if carrying the belief of absolute victory. Powerful firepower poured towards Zemo's line, but Baron Zemo was like the center of a storm, and he resolutely rushed forward.