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"Whoosh—!!!"
At this moment, the emotions of the entire World were completely ignited.
Whether it was the audience on-site or the hundreds of millions in front of their televisions, everyone lost their minds at this moment.
In the square, countless people were in tears, frantically shouting his name.
On the internet, the bullet comments densely covered the screen, all saying "Homelander return safely" and "Long live humanity."
Even the most cynical critics of the day shut their mouths, bowing their heads before this tragic heroism.
Countless people in front of their TVs knelt on the ground, praying through tears: "God... bless him! You must bless him!"
What kind of sentiment was that?
What kind of greatness was that?
At this moment, there were no borders, no races, no rich or poor.
Everyone was united by that man who was always confident and sunny.
Their blood boiled; they were impassioned.
They felt that as long as this man was there, humanity would never lose.
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Prompt! Harvest popularity... Vought's superheroes didn't go to the scene; they were all gathered at the V.G.D. Strategic Center watching the live broadcast on the screen, their expressions varied, but their eyes were all a bit red.
Steve Rogers stood tall and straight, giving a standard military salute to the screen.
"This is the consciousness of a warrior," Steve said in a low voice, "He is braver than us."
Natasha leaned against the doorframe, her emotions fluctuating inexplicably. As an Agent, she was used to doubting everything. But this time, she couldn't find any reason for doubt. "You must come back alive... Boss."
"He will come back... He promised me!"
A sparking portal opened beside Natasha, and Wanda stepped out. Her voice was very light, yet exceptionally firm. "I still have to warm up some milk for him..."
Natasha glanced at Wanda, walked over, and gently put her arm around her shoulder.
"Of course, I'm sure of it, little Witch. That guy is as tough as nails."
"And Jessica is there too. Although that woman has a foul temper, she never drops the ball at critical moments," Tony Stark added from the side.
"If it were me... I probably wouldn't be able to face a Planet so calmly."
"Jarvis."
"I am here, sir."
"Check the spaceship's thruster parameters again. I don't want him to not be able to return because of something on my end."
"They have been re-checked three hundred times, sir. Everything is perfect."
"Good, check them again..."
...Above the Atlantic Ocean, the Aerial Bus was cruising in the stratosphere.
Inside the cabin.
Skye's hands were tightly clasped as she stared intently at the live broadcast on her phone.
On the screen was Homelander's resolute face and that deafening "Keep moving forward."
"He's going to space..." Skye whispered to herself.
"But he said... as long as I press that watch, he would come and take me home."
"But now he's gone... What if he can't come back?"
"I'm going to find him! Even if it's for the last time..."
Meanwhile, Coulson was studying the next phase of the action plan with the other team members.
"Enough!!"
Skye suddenly shouted and stood up abruptly.
Coulson and the team members were stunned, looking at her in surprise.
"Skye? What's wrong?"
"I want to get off the plane."
Skye left her seat without a moment's hesitation.
"Now! Right now! I want to go down!"
"Have you gone mad?" May frowned. "We are at thirty thousand feet, and we are on a mission."
"To hell with the mission!"
Skye pointed at Homelander on the screen, tears welling in her eyes.
"He's out there! He's risking his life for all of humanity! And me? What am I doing here?"
"I'm not looking for that damn birthright anymore! I don't care who I am!"
She grabbed a parachute pack and started putting it on while walking toward the hatch.
"I'm going to find him!"
"Come back!" Coulson grew anxious and rushed forward to stop her.
"It's too late to go now, Skye. Calm down!"
The others also hurried forward to comfort her.
"Skye, everyone has their own battlefield."
"Homelander's battlefield is in space, fighting that monster that wants to devour Earth."
"And your battlefield is here."
Seeing Skye stop, Coulson quickly opened the holographic tabletop, which displayed mysterious graphic symbols.
"Listen to me, Skye. Your background is not simple."
"Special blood flows through your body. Those alien symbols, that obelisk... all clues point to a massive mystery."
"Perhaps, when this mystery is unraveled, you'll find that you might even become the key to swaying the tide of battle."
"Really?" Skye was stunned.
"Trust me." Coulson nodded firmly. "I'm a good judge of character. You have great potential, Skye. You will become a great hero like him."
Skye lowered her head, looking at the watch Homelander had given her on her wrist.
"The key to swaying the tide of battle..."
When she looked up again, the confusion in her eyes had vanished.
"Okay."
Skye clenched her fists.
"We'll continue the mission."
"When he comes back... I'm going to give him a big surprise!"
...At the press conference scene, Homelander looked at the fanatical reaction of the crowd below and nodded inwardly.
He even praised himself for doing a great job!
"Let's go, Jessica."
Homelander turned and said to Jessica beside him.
"It's time to get to work."
Jessica looked at Homelander with a complex expression.
She knew this guy was most likely acting.
But looking at those sincere tears below and the ignited hope of the whole World.
She had to admit... this bastard really did have a damn magic about him.
"Let's go, my big hero."
Jessica showed a rare gentle smile and followed Homelander's lead.
Amidst the Earth-shattering cheers, the two of them stepped back onto the boarding ramp.
The hatch slowly closed, sealing off the noise from the outside World.
Inside the spaceship.
Rocket Raccoon was sitting in the pilot's seat, fiddling with the control stick, and shouted impatiently, "Finally finished talking? I almost fell asleep! You Earthlings talk way too much nonsense!"
"I am Groot." Groot was happily playing with the GB Homelander had given him.
Yondu sat in the co-pilot's seat, looked at Homelander walking in, and grinned, "Not bad, kid. If you became a Raider, you could definitely swindle half the money in the Milky Way Galaxy."
"It's called public relations, Mr. Yondu."
The tragic expression on Homelander's face had disappeared, replaced by a relaxed and comfortable one.
He walked to the massage sofa behind the command seat and sat down; it was the "throne" Tony had customized specifically for him.
"Alright, Rocket."
Homelander crossed his legs and lightly tapped the armrest with his fingers.
"Ignite, take off."
"Go kick that ball until it explodes."
"Sit tight! You hillbillies!"
Rocket grinned and slammed down the throttle lever.
"Vroom—Boom!!!"
Blue tail flames erupted.
The "Homelander One" spaceship, as the media called it, rose from the ground under the watchful eyes of the masses, turning into a blue arrow that pierced the sky and soared straight into the clouds.