Marvel: Death Knight

The five warriors approached Garus with emotionless faces. Judging by their demeanor, they were here specifically for him.

Seeing them, long-buried memories surfaced in Garus's mind. These individuals seemed to be Hydra's Winter Soldiers. Weren't they supposed to be locked away in some underground facility in the Siberian plains, all with bullets in their heads?

The five Winter Soldiers swiftly drew their pistols and aimed at Garus. Before they could fire, a gargoyle descended from the sky, positioning itself in front of him. Bullets ricocheted off its stony form, sending sparks flying.

The Winter Soldiers displayed remarkable combat awareness, spreading out in five directions and advancing toward Garus while maintaining a coordinated attack pattern.

With a thunderous impact, Garus exchanged a punch with one of them. Their strength was evenly matched, but there were still four others.

Each punch they landed on him made Garus feel as if his once-placid blood had begun to boil.

Initially, he had only wanted to test the limits of his body's strength. Now it was clear that his physical capabilities alone weren't enough. He would need the power of death magic to overcome these opponents.

Abandoning the idea of direct confrontation, Garus swiftly drew Frostmourne from his spatial satchel. The blood-infused aura of the cursed blade swept toward his attackers.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of the sword striking their cybernetic arms was sharp and crisp. They managed to block Garus's blood-laden assault.

Garus couldn't discern what material their mechanical arms were made of, but they were extraordinarily durable. Even after being struck by Frostmourne, not a single crack appeared.

The Winter Soldiers launched another barrage of attacks, each blow hitting the walls with devastating force. Huge holes appeared with every strike, as if the thick concrete were mere tofu to them.

Occasionally, a punch landed on Garus, but his sturdy ice-bound defensive magic absorbed most of the damage.

Realizing their attacks were ineffective, the Winter Soldiers attempted to retreat and use their firearms. Garus, anticipating this, unleashed Desecrated Ground. Ghostly, malevolent hands emerged from the floor, grasping their feet and pinning them in place.

Regular ghouls were useless against such elite warriors. Garus enveloped himself in a frosty aura, forming a swirling Blizzard around him. The chilling cold slowed the Winter Soldiers' movements to a crawl.

One of them, standing the farthest away, picked up a machine weighing nearly a ton and hurled it toward Garus, showing no concern for whether it would hit his comrades.

Unperturbed, Garus used Death Grip to catch the incoming object and hurled it back along the same trajectory. The machine struck its original thrower dead-on, splattering the ground with blood.

Frostmourne, imbued with icy power, pierced through each of the Winter Soldiers, siphoning their souls.

Throughout the fight, none of them uttered a single scream. The brainwashing and hypnosis used on them were truly terrifying, turning them into killing machines devoid of fear or pain.

After dispatching them, Garus glanced at the bodies and suddenly remembered Bucky Barnes, Captain America Steve Rogers's close friend. Had he just killed someone vital to the future Avengers' internal conflicts?

"Hurry up! Pack those documents!"

Baron Zemo barked orders at his subordinates, who scrambled to load stacks of files into crates. The pile was growing rapidly.

A subordinate rushed in, panting. "Baron Zemo, sir! The enemy has defeated our soldiers and found the route to the underground base. They're heading this way!"

"What?! So quickly?" Zemo was shocked that his super-soldiers had been defeated so easily. Glancing at the files that were still being packed, he shouted, "We're leaving now! Take what's ready and move!"

Bang!

The heavy iron door was violently blown off its hinges, spinning through the air toward Zemo.

"Look out!"

Adrian pushed Zemo out of the way but was struck by the door himself. His body twisted into an unnatural shape before falling lifelessly to the ground.

Seeing that escape was no longer an option, Zemo set down his briefcase. His subordinates followed suit, raising their guns and aiming at Garus as he walked in.

"Do you intend to wipe me out completely?" Zemo's voice carried a hint of compromise. "I can guarantee you'll never hear from me again."

Ignoring Zemo's words, Garus asked, "Do you have any more mutant X-gene suppressors here?"

Assuming Garus wanted to control mutants, Zemo replied, "We don't. The key mutant for producing the suppressor was taken by you. But if you return Experiment 10 to me, I can produce as many suppressors as you want."

"Good." Garus exhaled in relief. The thought of his students being subdued by suppressors was unacceptable. Without them, his academy retained its purpose.

"Then you can die now." Having gotten the answer he sought, Garus unleashed Death Coil at Zemo.

Perhaps sensing the danger, Zemo rolled to the ground just in time to avoid the attack.

He activated a hidden switch, and a strange liquid poured out of a nearby container, splashing onto several Hydra operatives. Panic erupted among them.

Reacting instinctively, Garus cast Howling Blast, freezing the liquid before it could reach him.

It turned out to be a super-adhesive substance. The operatives caught in it were immobilized, their feet glued to the floor.

In the distance, Zemo grabbed a briefcase and dashed toward an elevator. Garus used Death Grip to yank him back, tossing him into the still-spreading adhesive.

"No!" Zemo's scream was cut short as the adhesive coated his face, sealing his features completely.

Seeing their leader's fate, the remaining operatives fired at Garus while attempting to flee. But Garus wasn't concerned. His ghouls and gargoyles were already swarming the area above, ensuring no one would escape alive.

When he surfaced, the ground was soaked in blood and littered with bodies. The Hydra operatives who made it to the surface were ambushed and slaughtered by his undead minions.

Ghouls gnawed on the corpses, producing grotesque crunching sounds. Garus raised Frostmourne high, absorbing the souls of every fallen enemy.

In a shadowy corner, an aged figure watched Garus intently, muttering to himself, "A soul-stealing sword? A mage wielding death magic? Fascinating. I hope you'll serve my purposes."

Suddenly, the figure turned and fled, muttering, "Damn, that traitor is here again. Once I regain my strength, I'll drag him into the abyss."

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