It was a sleepless battle, no one knows how long they fought in this battle, only layers of corpses piled up, whether noble or humble, when people die, everything is equal.

Death is the last remaining equality.

A huge sword was plunged into Sirte's body, and the fiery giant eventually died in the war of the Nine Realms.

The once tall and majestic divine body was crumbling inch by inch, and the one that had been inserted into his heart was none other than the Flame Demon Sword Levardine that he had always dreamed of.

The sky glowed as dark red as blood, dyeing the sky and the earth crimson. There are very few figures standing on the battlefield.

The "atrium" has become a sea of fire, the pillar of fire runs through the universe, the smoke sweeps up the top of the mountain, and the charred ground shakes and sinks into the turbulent seabed. As far as the eye can see, there is only a monstrous wave, and all that can be seen is a dead silence and the darkness of eternal calamity.

"Did we win?" Thor asked in a bitter tone, his voice hoarse and harsh, as if he hadn't spoken in a long, long time.

"It should be!" The former Asgard warriors had almost all died in the battle, and Loki hugged Ivan's body, his face dead silent.

It is a world of sin and terror, where even the earth trembles and the sea withers and the earth cracks. There were too many dead to count, vultures swirling in the air to eat the dead, sin rampant, blood staining the land. The souls of countless sinners fought across the River Styx, and even the color of the river was obscured.

"There are no winners! There are no winners! Superman was gone, the serpent was gone, and El lay on the ground weakly, each of his nerves groaning in pain, making him unable to move.

Blood-stained, Brünnhilde hugged El and shed tears of pain.

As Brunhilde said, there are no winners. Although Asgard still exists, the warriors have all died in battle, and for Asgard, who is an immortal, the death of a generation cannot be recovered for thousands of years.

"I finally get your thoughts, father." Thor fell to his knees on the ground weakly, what the war brings, pain and sorrow, without a victor, Asgard's blood has been drained, and it can no longer withstand any attrition.

What a war this is about, Tony Stark sat decadently on the wreckage of a soldier who had scrapped the Golden Legion, if it was a normal time, this strange mecha would have made him ecstatic, but now it is gone.

There were corpses all around, and Tony was a little glad that he hadn't summoned the backup Avengers.

No one cheered, no one had anything to say, and almost everyone had witnessed or lost something in this war.

But in the midst of this deathly silence, there was suddenly a sound that should not exist.

The blue blood field of the ice giant, the green blood of the elves, the crimson blood of the fire giant, and the golden blood of the Asgardian warriors converged in one place.

A man in a cloak held a three-eyed skull head in his hand, and walked slowly through the mountains of corpses and blood.

"Stop!" A deep male voice came from behind the Cloaked Man, and Batman pointed a long sword at the back of the Cloaked Man's heart, as if he was about to kill the other man at the slightest disagreement.

"It's been a long time, Hero." The cloaked man slowly lifted his hat, revealing a stunned face.

It turned out to be Nick Fury!

Nicholas Joseph Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the intermediary between the U.S. government and the Avengers, and the secret wallkeeper and peeping man.

But no matter what his identity, he shouldn't be here.

"I know you, Bruce Wayne, you're Batman, and although the world is a little different, it still doesn't change in general, but it's time for this wrong world to be revised." Although Nick Fury is by no means a good person, he will never exude such an evil aura.

"Who are you?" Batman was ready to take action to restrain Nick Fury in front of him, but it was too late.

"The wrong world should be repaired, and it's too late for you to know."

Batman knew the item in Nick Fury's possession, and the woman who once named Pandora had brought it to Superman, and even caused many problems within the league at one point.

"The box of original sin, mythical items, no, neither, you've all been deceived." A sly and evil grin appeared on Nick Fury's face.

"It's a key, a key to a new world."

Blood-colored light rose into the sky, and a strange gate appeared from the sky, a terrifying door engraved with demons, devils, and geyrs, and the evil aura was almost visible to the naked eye.

"Prepare to meet your king!"

With Nick Fury's roar, the door opened, and a figure fell from it, holding a steel fork and full of blonde hair and trademark fish-scale armor.

It's Aquaman.

"You see, he's weak." A familiar and strange tone came out of the door, a familiar face, and a familiar armor, and the two men walked out of the door at the same time.

"Lightning boy, I haven't heard of any twin brothers in you." Iron Man said when he saw the man who looked like a street thug and had a hairstyle that killed Matt.

"Again, I never knew your armor would be sold to Hydra." The Flash responded.

Although it is not a familiar style, both the power and those typical features indicate whose armor it is, but it is a little strange that the Hydra logo is so blatantly engraved on the front of the armor.

"The new world, it's great, look at this battlefield, oh, what a terrible war is going on here, it's so exciting." The visor opened, revealing Tony Stark's stunned face.

"It's great, I love war."

It was an identical face, but unlike Tony, the air of a war maniac was almost on his face.

"Well done, Nick Fury, there's no less reward to be given to you." Another identical person walked out.

"Captain America, we've met the Impostor League." Tony Stark said angrily, and when he saw the face that was exactly like his own, Tony was furious.

"Haha, is this me from another world? It's a pitiful weakness. The other Tony Stark took off his armor, revealing his chilling body, which turned out to be a robot.