The End of the World: Chaos

"Why are so many people leaning towards him?" The baron thought to himself, feeling panic and despair. Could it be that even the righteousness of comrades has become so fragile?

This thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but consider whether he should escape. "As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood." He thought to himself that if the situation was not good, he could choose to retreat and wait for the opportunity.

However, the Red Skull seemed to have understood his intention at this moment, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he waved his hand and ordered his guards to attack the second generation Baron Zemo, indicating that he wanted to keep him. The Red Skull's voice was as piercing as ice: "Zemo, I don't want you to escape easily, prepare for this duel!"

"You are such a shameless fellow!" The baron was furious, his face as gloomy as a suppressed thundercloud, "You actually want to force me?"

He hurriedly ordered his men to fight back, feeling uneasy. These men, who had never shown any sign of betrayal, were still wavering in their hearts. Facing the Red Skull's coercion, his men hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to be loyal to their baron. Their angry roars were like thunder, and they rushed towards the Red Skull's guards and fought with them.

"Huh..." The second generation Baron Zemo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was in a precarious situation, his men still defended him to the death. The fear in his heart was swept away. He knew that as long as he won this battle, he could continue his rule.

"Haha." He sneered softly, trying to remain calm on the surface, but his heart was burning like a raging fire, "Red Skull, do you think I am afraid of you?"

During the battle, swords and sabers kept interweaving. Baron Zemo tried to keep his tone steady: "You are just borrowing the blood of others to forge your dark ideals."

He waved the weapon in his hand, trying to calm himself down: "I will never let you get what you want!"

The Red Skull's eyes flickered, and he seemed to not care about the Baron's words. "Zemo," he said coldly with a smile on his face, "I don't care about these empty words. Let's have a fight in person!"

"Shut up!" The second generation Baron Zemo roared, the suppressed emotions in his heart surged like a tide, and the anger in his heart almost suffocated him. He knew that today's battle was not only about glory, but also about everything.

At the same time, Yang Yi sat in the apartment building, frowning and looking serious. Ruth, holding a cup of coffee, looked tired, leaning casually on the sofa, and asked softly: "Sir, don't you plan to pay attention to the Red Skull?"

"Why should we pay attention to this?" Yang Yi waved his hands impatiently, looking through the gap in the curtains, seeming to be unconcerned about the turmoil outside. "He went straight to the second generation Baron Zemo, not someone else, which shows that he has already made all preparations. Even if there are losses, victory is just around the corner. There is no doubt about this!"

Ruth tilted her head slightly, still puzzled: "If Red Skull fails, wouldn't it cause the collapse of the whole situation?"

Yang Yi pondered for a moment, a confident smile appeared on his lips, his eyes were firm: "There may be losses, but he will win in the end, there is no problem with this!" He retracted his gaze, turned and stared at Ruth, with a bit of expectation in his eyes, "Have you ever thought that the two of them fighting each other are really the heroes in my heart? This bloody battle will eventually breed a new order and bring hope."

Ruth was silent, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about something, but then she smiled: "It seems that you have great confidence in the Red Skull."

"This is not confidence, but an accurate analysis of the situation." Yang Yi's tone was firm, like the light that penetrated the fog. "His move towards Baron Zemo was a test of his strength. For him, this is extremely important for his survival."

"But Baron Josémo really lost..." Ruth asked worriedly.

"It's impossible." Yang Yi's eyes gradually became sharper. "The second generation of Baron Zemo is no mediocre person and will not surrender easily. If he fails, although the Red Skull wins, this victory is nothing but a castle in the air, a cloud of smoke outside the sky." Flames ignited in his eyes, looking forward to deeper changes. "True victory is domination rather than a short-term victory."

Ruth nodded, as if a glimmer of understanding appeared in the air, but the uneasiness in her heart had not yet dissipated. The power struggle between the two parties was like a dance on the edge of a knife, chilling, complex and profound.

"So what do we do next?" Ruth asked.

"Of course we need to wait and see." Yang Yi said firmly, as if he had already predicted the future direction. "In this war, no matter whether we win or lose, it will be the detonation point of a bigger storm."

The battle in the underground palace intensified, and the confrontation between the second generation of Baron Zemo and the Red Skull suddenly exploded like a thunderbolt. The surrounding guards staggered in the corners, and for a while, the sound of swords clashing was as fierce as a storm, and the cold and elegant metal sound was like the whisper of a dead soul.

"I will never let you succeed!" Baron Zemo roared, and the weapon in his hand flashed like a silver dragon passing by.

"Try it, Zemo!" The Red Skull's voice was as cold as the wind, his face remained unchanged, and he moved as fast as a shadow to approach the Baron. "How can the souls of the dead be reborn?"

"You only choose endless killing. What kind of future can you expect from this?" The baron roared angrily, unable to help but question.

The Red Skull sneered, his eyes were stern, his knife flashed, and he approached quickly: "To achieve what you want, you must first pay the price in blood!"

The battle intensified, and the guards fell one after another. The life-and-death struggle unfolded around the two of them, and in an instant, it was filled with the breath of approaching death. Baron Zemo's face was as hard as steel, and he was alert in his heart: "We must not lose!"