Chapter 518: The Battle between Gods and Mortals

Phillips sneered, and the double-edged spear spun in his hand, making a sharp sound of breaking wind in the air: "You'd better take care of yourself, mortal!" His eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and the spear pierced straight into Captain America's chest at lightning speed.

Steve reacted quickly, raising his shield to block in front of him. The heavy metal shield collided with the spear, making a sharp "clang!" and sparks flew. The huge impact made him step back slightly, but he quickly steadied his feet, holding the shield tightly with both hands, staring at Phillips with a sharp gaze.

"It seems that God's power is only this much." Steve responded calmly, his tone revealing firmness and indomitable spirit.

Phillips sneered, taunting Steve as he turned his spear around him: "You are just a mortal. Do you think you are so great after blocking a few of my attacks? Look at your world, it is so fragile. Your technology and weapons are ultimately no match for the power of God!"

Before he finished speaking, Phillips launched another attack. His spear suddenly flashed with dazzling divine light, and the whole person seemed to be possessed by a god. His movements became faster, and the spear cut through the air and went straight to Steve's head.

With a sound of "hiss-bang", the spear smashed towards Captain America with the force of thunder. The huge force accompanied by divine power made it seem as if an invisible crack appeared in the air.

Steve hurriedly raised his shield to block. With a loud "bang", the tip of the spear hit the shield, emitting dazzling sparks that made his arm numb. The ground under his feet even cracked slightly due to the impact.

"You so-called gods just like to bully others by taking advantage of your power!" Steve gritted his teeth and took a step back, but then he roared, and with his strong willpower he steadied his body, and suddenly exerted force with both hands to forcefully push away Phillips' spear.

The corners of Phillips' mouth slightly raised, revealing a contemptuous smile: "Really? No matter how strong the will of a mortal is, it cannot change the gap in power."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed forward, the spear spinning rapidly in the air, the tip of the spear piercing Steve's lower body, trying to make Steve lose balance through this cunning attack. Steve reacted quickly, stepped back, and blocked the shield downwards, "bang!" He successfully blocked the attack again, but Phillips' combo followed.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" The spears launched attacks one after another, each one swift and fierce, leaving Steve almost no chance to breathe. Each attack was blessed with divine power, and the air seemed to be able to feel the powerful energy fluctuations. Under this violent attack, Steve raised his shield again and again, and the collision sounds of the shield and the spear came one after another, as if a symphony of steel sounded on the battlefield.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Phillips pressed on step by step, his eyes full of contempt: "Mortal, how long can you hold on? Let's see how many times you can block it?"

Steve was panting, with beads of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were still as firm as iron. He suddenly turned around to avoid Phillips' next attack, and while the opponent's spear was not yet retracted, he turned around and slammed his shield into Phillips' chest.

"Bang!" This blow carried all the power of Captain America and hit Phillips' armor hard. Although Phillips retreated in time, he was still shocked by this powerful blow and took several steps back, and a sharp pain came from his chest.

"Strength is not the only factor that determines victory or defeat." Steve used his shield to block in front of him, breathing heavily, but his tone was still firm, "Will, belief, and courage, these are our real weapons."

Phillips wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the sneer on his face deepened: "What an unyielding mortal... But this will not change your fate!"

Before he finished speaking, Phillips exerted his strength again, and the divine power of the spear became stronger and stronger, and the whole person seemed to have become the incarnation of the god of war. He suddenly jumped up, holding the gun high with both hands, and smashed towards Steve with the power of thunder.

"Bang!" The spear and shield collided again, and the huge impact force caused the ground to explode, and the surrounding rubble splashed instantly. Steve gritted his teeth, forced his feet to stabilize on the ground, and the shield resisted Phillips' unstoppable force.

Phillips's divine power continued to flow into the spear, trying to overwhelm Captain America with brute force. His eyes were full of confidence of victory: "You can't stop me! Mortals, no matter how strong your will is, you will eventually be defeated by the power of God!"

However, there was no wavering in Steve's eyes. He took a deep breath, used all his strength to resist the attack of the spear, then suddenly exerted force to push Phillips' spear away, then turned around and swept his shield across, "bang!" hitting Phillips' side.

Phillips was shaken by the blow and took a few steps back. The smile on his face gradually disappeared. He finally realized that the mortal in front of him was much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

"You don't understand," Steve said calmly, his eyes as firm as iron, "We don't need the power of God to fight. What we rely on is mutual trust and persistence!"

Phillips snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with disdain and indifference. He suddenly exerted force on the double-edged spear in his hand, and the divine power surged like a tide, instantly knocking Steve away. "Bang!" Steve's body flew away like a kite with a broken string, and hit the stone pillar of the temple heavily. "Bang!" There was a loud noise, and stone chips flew everywhere.

"Mortals can only look up to the greatness of the gods." Phillips raised his chin proudly, his eyes full of endless contempt, "Have you ever heard that, 'God came to the world not to save, but to judge!' You mortals are destined to succumb to the pressure of God! No matter how firm your will is, you can't change your fragile fate after all!"

Steve struggled to get up from the ground, his chest heaving violently, his breath coming out in shortness of breath, but his eyes remained firm. He held the shield tightly in his hands and clenched his teeth. Although his body was exhausted and covered with wounds, he never thought of giving up.

Just as Phillips was about to launch another attack, Steve suddenly propped himself up and prepared for the next wave of impact. However, Phillips did not give him a chance to breathe. The double-edged spear once again turned into a dazzling light, sweeping over with divine power. "Bang!" The power of the spear once again knocked Steve out, "Bang!" His body fell heavily to the ground again, and dust flew up.

Steve struggled to stand up, his legs trembling slightly, but he still raised the shield in his hand firmly. Every time he fell, he gritted his teeth and stood up, never backing down. "Bang!" He blocked Phillips's fierce attack again with difficulty, and the collision between the shield and the spear made a deafening sound.

"Do you think that ordinary people will surrender?" Steve's voice was firm and powerful, and his eyes were like flames in the cold winter, with unyielding strength. He suddenly burst out with a strong willpower, and his legs suddenly exerted force, leaped up, and swung the shield at Phillips' face.

"Bang!" This blow was fast and accurate. Phillips obviously didn't expect Steve to be able to fight back. He was hit on the shoulder by this powerful blow, forcing him to step back a few steps. Although the divine power is strong, this blow made him feel the tenacity and perseverance of mortals.

"You underestimated us." Steve panted, holding the shield tightly, his eyes still shining with determination, "We will not fall easily, nor will we succumb to your strength!"

Phillips blocked Steve's counterattack, frowned slightly, and shook the spear in his hand suddenly, trying to launch another attack. However, at that moment, he finally realized that this mortal was not as easy to knock down as he imagined. Even if the power of God was strong, Steve's tenacity and will made him have to treat it with caution.

"Interesting, mortal." Phillips smiled coldly and took a few steps back. The divine power flowed in his hands. His eyes were filled with a new fighting spirit and contempt. "However, the final victory still belongs to the gods."

On the other side, Spartacus stood in the ruins holding a two-handed battle axe, grimly scanning the War Machine, Falcon and Quicksilver in front of him. His armor was stained with blood, his eyes were burning with bloodthirsty fanaticism, and his whole body exuded endless fighting spirit and savagery.

"You are just three mortals, and you dare to fight me?" Spartacus laughed in a low and oppressive voice. "You are just as powerful as ants in front of me. Do you think you can resist the slaughter of God by relying on these machines and flying?"

War Machine James calmly adjusted the armor's system and stared at Spartacus, his mouth slightly raised: "Really? We may not be as arrogant as you, but to defeat you, we don't need arrogance, we only need strength."

"That's right," Falcon Sam spread his wings and quickly circled in the air, his eyes fixed sharply on Spartacus, "So what if he's a god? Mortals can also pull him down from the altar."

Quicksilver Pietro stood beside them, moving his neck quickly, crossing his hands in front of his chest, and showing a provocative smile: "You are right, mortals are indeed not very strong... But we, a group of 'ants', are fast."

The three of them remained calm and composed in the face of Spartacus's oppression. They knew the other party was powerful, but they also knew that as Avengers, they had already experienced countless life-and-death battles and would not be easily intimidated by any enemy.

Seeing that the three did not retreat because of his momentum, Spartacus smiled even more disdainfully: "Ignorant mortals are always so conceited."

"Then give it a try!" Before James finished speaking, War Machine's shoulder weapon made a deafening roar, and missiles and artillery fire poured towards Spartacus at the same time. At the same time, Falcon dived from mid-air, and the guns on both wings fired at Spartacus' body. Quicksilver turned into a silver lightning and quickly went behind Spartacus, ready to take the opportunity to launch an attack.

Facing the combined attack of three people, Spartacus just smiled contemptuously, raised his battle axe with both hands, and swung it down suddenly, "Boom!" Accompanied by huge air waves and vibrations, his battle axe drew an arc of destruction in the air, directly shattering the surrounding artillery fire, and the powerful divine power defeated all attacks.

Spartacus said coldly: "Come on, mortals, show me how ridiculous your so-called 'strength' is!"