CHAPTER 35: The Unstoppable Force

AUTHOR POV: Hello my fellow readers it's been awhile. Now we are in back in business. ENJOY!!!

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New York, Catskill Forest

The trees swayed lightly in the early evening breeze, their branches casting long shadows on the snow-covered ground. The quiet stillness of the forest was shattered by the thundering roar of approaching tanks and the high-pitched whir of helicopters cutting through the sky. Soldiers fanned out across the clearing, rifles at the ready, each one on edge as they prepared for the impossible task ahead.

Hovering above the scene like a vengeful god, Homelander scanned the area with his heat vision, his gaze focused and deadly. His cape fluttered behind him, a symbol of power and dominance as he led the assault.

Below, A-Train zipped through the ranks, a blue streak darting between the trees as he ensured the perimeter was secure. Vought's elite had been mobilized-Homelander, A-Train, Black Noir, and a force of military personnel unlike any seen before. But there was one supe notably absent: Queen Maeve. She had gone off the grid, avoiding the escalating conflict that she knew would only end in disaster.

In the middle of the chaos, standing perfectly still amidst the tension, was Marcus. His silver eyes reflected the light of the helicopters above, his calm demeanor a sharp contrast to the violence about to unfold. He exuded an air of complete control, as though the battle before him was nothing more than a formality.

Wang Ling stood a few paces behind him, watching silently as Marcus's power rippled through the air. His aura was calm but lethal, a force that was barely restrained, even as the full strength of the U.S. military and Vought converged on him.

"Let's make this quick," Marcus said, his voice soft but carrying weight as he flew into the distance with his cutting-edge technological suit. "I have no intention of wasting time with them."

Wang Ling smirked. "They'll never see it coming."

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The battle erupted in an instant.

Homelander shot forward like a missile, his fists glowing with energy as he aimed directly at Marcus's chest. But before he could even make contact, Marcus flicked his wrist, and Homelander was sent flying backward, his body crashing through several trees before slamming into the ground.

Without pausing, Marcus turned his attention to the soldiers below. Tanks rolled forward, their turrets spinning as they opened fire. Massive rounds exploded around Marcus, but none came close to hitting him. With a thought, he raised his hand, and every tank in the field lifted into the air. For a brief moment, they hovered, weightless, before being slammed into the ground with enough force to create craters.

The soldiers panicked, their well-rehearsed formation crumbling as they watched their most powerful weapons rendered useless. A-Train, moving at lightning speed, attempted to flank Marcus, but the moment he neared, time seemed to slow around him. His once-impressive speed became a crawl, and Marcus calmly reached out, grabbing A-Train by the throat and lifting him into the air.

"You're fast," Marcus said, studying the struggling supe. "But you're nothing more than a child playing with speed."

With a flick of his wrist, he sent A-Train careening into a tank, his body crumpling on impact. The speedster fell to the ground, unconscious and broken.

Above, Homelander had regained his composure. Fury burned in his eyes as he unleashed his heat vision, twin beams of searing energy cutting through the air. But Marcus didn't move. He allowed the beams to hit him, watching as they fizzled out harmlessly against his skin.

"Is that it?" Marcus asked, his voice filled with mockery. "Is this all the great Homelander can muster?"

Homelander growled in frustration, diving at Marcus once again. This time, Marcus didn't even bother to block. He allowed Homelander to make contact, to feel the satisfaction of his fists striking Marcus's chest-only for that satisfaction to turn to horror as Marcus remained completely unscathed.

"I've outgrown these games," Marcus said softly, before placing his hand on Homelander's chest and releasing a pulse of energy that sent him crashing into the earth with a thunderous impact.

The battlefield descended into chaos. Helicopters swarmed overhead, soldiers opened fire, and Vought's remaining supes made their desperate moves. Black Noir charged silently, blades flashing in the dim light, but Marcus easily caught the attack, shattering the weapon in his grip. With a backhanded slap, he sent Noir tumbling across the ground.

One by one, they fell.

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As the battle raged, Marcus's power began to escalate. He wasn't even exerting himself, yet his abilities had already outclassed every opponent on the field. His telekinesis flared, tearing the ground apart as he effortlessly flung tanks and vehicles into the air. Trees were uprooted, boulders cracked, and the very earth seemed to tremble under the weight of his power.

A soldier screamed as he was lifted into the air, his weapon ripped from his hands before being tossed aside like a broken toy. Another tank exploded in a ball of fire as Marcus gestured casually, his mind focusing the immense energy within him.

Homelander, bloodied and beaten, rose from the ground, his pride refusing to let him stay down. He flew at Marcus once again, fury in his eyes, but Marcus barely spared

him a glance. With a thought, he froze Homelander mid-flight, holding him in the air like a ragdoll.

"You're weak," Marcus said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your strength is nothing compared to mine. You've been playing at being a god for too long, but you don't even understand what true power is."

He clenched his fist, and Homelander screamed as the invisible force crushed him from all sides. Bones cracked, blood poured from his mouth, and for the first time, Homelander felt genuine fear. Marcus dropped him, letting the once-mighty hero fall to the ground in a heap.

"You're nothing," Marcus said quietly, turning his back on the broken supe.

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The battle was over in minutes.

Marcus stood in the middle of the destroyed battlefield, his gaze cold and unfeeling as he surveyed the devastation. Bodies littered the ground, soldiers who had once stood tall now broken and defeated. Vought's most powerful supes lay unconscious or dead, their bodies shattered by a force they couldn't begin to comprehend.

Wang Ling approached from afar, his eyes wide with awe and a bit of fear, with his own thoughts running wild in his mind. "That was... incredible," he said, barely able to contain his amazement.

Marcus didn't respond immediately. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, his mind elsewhere. The power he had just displayed was only a fraction of what he was capable of. Even at a small percentage of his full strength, he had wiped the floor with the best the world had to offer.

"This is only the beginning," Marcus finally said, his voice low. "The world will soon know the true meaning of power. And when they do, they'll realize that no one can stand in my way."

Wang nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "What's next?"

Marcus smiled, his gaze never leaving the horizon. "Next, we reshape the world in our image. The old systems will fall, and from the ashes, we'll build something new. Something better."

As the last of the helicopters retreated into the distance leaving to tell a tale, Marcus stood tall, his eyes gleaming with the promise of what was to come.

The world was his, and no one-not the military, not Vought, not even Homelander-could stop him.