Warm and soft, as if you are on the clouds, and it seems to be back in the mother's body, swaying gently.

Steve seemed to see a bright silver sun in his daze.

Before he could pay attention, he could see it.

"Get up! Fight me again!! ”

Suddenly, the roar that exploded in his ears made Captain America a harrier roll over and jump straight up, and he heard a burst of laughter just after he took a fighting stance.

It turned out that Atrius was happily sitting on the side.

At this moment, the two of them are in a very illusory world, everything is falling apart, everything is slowly crumbling, and even then you can still see the grandeur of this place, just Steve's casual glance can see the remains of many giant stone sculptures comparable to the Statue of Liberty slowly fluttering.

Here, a fragment of a broken world.

And it will eventually perish with the fall of the Indomitable Spear.

Atrice, who suddenly woke Steve from his blur, was obviously in a good mood, and he didn't know if it was because he had succeeded in playing a prank, but in short, the human warrior seemed to be very relaxed at the moment.

"Steve, you've managed to repel Chaos for your world."

"Oh yes, I made it."

The American team suddenly remembered that before fainting, they had successfully banished the Sadistic Champion.

"So be proud, my friend, if I had the chance, I would carve your mark in the Celestial Realm and repel the mortals of the Champion of Torture!" Atrius looks at Steve very well, not only do they have similar experiences, but they also have similar personalities, so they naturally look at each other very well.

"Atreus, you ......"

Steve suddenly realized something, he remembered that Atrius was directly pierced by the death sword qi, although the body was his, but the soul will that was killed at that moment belonged to Atrius, which means that Atrius in front of him may just be a little broken fragment.

Atrius is dying out.

It was also inevitable that when the spear fell from the sky into Steve's hands, it would be impossible for Atrius to survive, because if he continued to live, Steve would lose his body.

Atris, who believes in protecting humanity, disdains such hypocrisy.

"I'm going to die, I guess I'll be able to hold out for a while, but that's not why I woke you up."

It is a child's pleasure to like pranks, and Atrius would not do such annoying things.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Steve paid tribute to the dissipating warrior in front of him, and there was no deeper friendship than the fact that they were human beings fighting side by side against Chaos.

"I do have something to talk to you about."

Atrius touched his bare head, it always felt weird to speak without a helmet.

"In the future, if you meet an old man named Odin, you can tell him, my name is Atrice, and as for the whole bunch of Rory's wordy titles in the back, I will be annoyed by that old man. Whoever told him not to let me sleep well before, and he wouldn't even let me touch the bread when he made it. ”

Steve wanted to laugh a little, but held back.

"Remember, shout, louder!"

"Warcry! Be louder! Steve replied vigorously.

"And my spear for you, your psionic talent is as bad as mine, but it's not hard to light up that old fellow. After poking the cubs of Chaos to death, remember to wash them with holy water, especially those pus-shedding green demons, which are simply a lump of moving. ”

Atrius mentions a whole new kind of demon.

Just to briefly describe Steve's signs of nausea, it can only be said that chaos is only something you can't think of, and nothing it can't do, no matter in any way.

When it comes to Chaos, Atrius is noticeably more serious.

"Your world is still young and unique, and I've never seen Chaos so desperate to enter a world and claim it for themselves."

The vast majority of worlds only know what chaos is until the moment before it falls.

Before that, the foundation of this world had already been corrupted, and countless concepts had been rewritten by the subspace evil gods, which was really creepy.

"It's unfortunate." Steve couldn't help but sigh when he heard that Chaos was so interested in his world.

"Yes, this is your misfortune, but it is also your luck, I can feel that your world is protected by many laws, which makes Chaos have to corrupt and invade you to a certain extent. Then you will have time to know what you are facing. ”

Atridus snorted twice, spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, and he casually crushed it with his foot.

"In short, to deal with the chaos filth, just kill."

"My world has been destroyed by Chaos, remember this tragedy, Steve, and then hold your spear and protect your world."

"Everything I can leave behind has been delivered to your world."

In the face of the terrifying chaos, there is always something that can transcend different time and space and reach the hands of like-minded people.

Even though the night is not bright, there are people who sacrifice their lives to light the lamp.

Having received kindness from other worlds that had helped him survive several clutches of Chaos, it was his turn, and he gladly agreed to light the insignificant light.

Atrice, who stood up, said a final goodbye.

"Alright, that's it, I'm going home." Atrius patted Steve on the shoulder, then strode towards the edge of the crumbling world.

"Goodbye, friend."

Captain America watched the Unyielding Spear.

"There's a farm behind me......" Atrius had uncontrollable joy in his eyes, like a wanderer returning home, a little timid about home.

The farm had long since been destroyed by Chaos, along with the homeland of Atrius, and the blasphemous evil sacrifice had destroyed everything.

"I don't know if the stove is full of bread...... Atrice's dream was to become a baker, and his skills were admired by the entire tribe.

However, the difficulties of mortals caused Atrius to give up his dream and choose to pick up the spear. Even so, he never forgot for a moment the aroma of wheat bran.

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to go back......"

Atrius stood on the edge of this crumbling world, and he knew better than anyone that there was no going back, that his farm could never go back.

Atreus, who had always straightened his spine, suddenly became much more rickety.

The steel-like warrior slowly shattered and collapsed, turning into the last of the Great Desolate Starfall and flying towards the sky, the last unyielding spear that soared through the sky.

Steve stood and saluted at the glorious sunset.