A towering figure—well over three meters—burst into view. It was the brute from the steel container.
The instant Maguire saw that hulking form, he recognized him. "Juggernaut? What's he doing here… Great. So much for keeping my identity under wraps—this one isn't someone you can play nice with."
Juggernaut barreled straight for their car.
A flash of lightning—Maguire was already outside. The black Venom suit swept over his body like ink.
Gwen, Jones, and Hannah all froze, stunned. "Th-that's the Hellblood Demon? Maguire is the Hellblood—no way…"
Gwen went blank. I'm dating the Hellblood Demon? Oh my God.
Maguire smashed headlong into Juggernaut. Their bodies collided, a shockwave flattening the dirt around them. Maguire skidded back, step after step.
Garfield, Holland, and Harry stared. "Who is that guy? He's overpowering Maguire in raw strength?"
A figure lunged from the side—black leather, feral grin: Sabretooth, Victor Creed. He sprinted at Garfield and Holland's car.
Garfield snorted. "Think we're made of paper? Holland, keep the wheel steady. I'll handle him."
He yanked a mask from his pack, shrugged off his jacket. New-Spider, Garfield—on stage.
In the back seat, Hannah and Jones gaped. "Maguire's the Hellblood Demon… Garfield is New-Spider… which means Holland is the Blue Spider."
Holland scratched his cheek, awkward but admitting it with a nod.
Garfield dove at Sabretooth—and immediately felt it. Sabretooth hit harder, moved faster. Garfield fell into pure defense.
Maguire shifted to help—but the sky blackened, and a blue-white bolt crashed down, slamming into Sabretooth. He froze mid-motion, then crumpled, skin charred, a bitter smell rising.
Not far off, Gwen raised Mjölnir, thunder still crawling along the head. "Gwen," Maguire called, "you can't kill him—his regeneration is insane. But if he twitches, blast him again. Keep him pinned."
Garfield glanced toward Gwen and swallowed a feeling he couldn't name. He needed Gwen's help now.
Juggernaut roared. The Dragon Talisman's fire could hurt him, but not end him; his power came from Cyttorak. His durability had already surpassed S-class.
Maguire drew a slow breath, then launched. He hammered a straight right. Juggernaut threw one of his own.
The air boomed. Juggernaut went flying.
This wasn't his unstoppable charge—just trading blows—and in absolute power he still wasn't Maguire's match. Armament Haki swept over Maguire's frame; he lifted a heavy war hammer and swatted Juggernaut hundreds of meters away. With the Rabbit Talisman's speed stacked on, Maguire blinked to a point beneath the tumbling brute.
Hidden in the shadows, the blonde woman stared, stunned. "Good lord… that power. Even Juggernaut's getting tossed. And Sabretooth's down… and that girl controls lightning."
Off to the side, Red Hulk and the Destroyer were brawling too. A single blast from Red Hulk sent the automaton skidding—closer and closer to Maguire's battlefield.
Thor watched all of it and felt his scalp go numb. "What is even happening? Why are there so many monsters?"
In Asgard, Loki peered through the Destroyer's sight. "A woman lifted Mjölnir and bears Thor's power? Unacceptable. She dies. And that red monster… how is it overpowering the Destroyer?"
Maguire rose into the air. Juggernaut—now nothing more than a punching bag—was swatted back and forth. Onlookers gaped. "Didn't he just shove Maguire around in raw strength? How is he a ragdoll now?"
Thor looked at Gwen, who kept lancing Sabretooth with lightning whenever he twitched, and wanted to weep. That's my hammer…
A titanic figure suddenly barreled toward them—the Destroyer, charging straight in.
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