Chapter 200: The Great Battle
aron Helmut Zemo's grip tightened on his scepter the moment Black Devil appeared before him. The unease gnawing at his gut all this time had
aron Helmut Zemo's grip tightened on his scepter the moment Black Devil appeared before him. The unease gnawing at his gut all this time had
aron Helmut Zemo's grip tightened on his scepter the moment Black Devil appeared before him. The unease gnawing at his gut all this time had finally been justified. And yet, to his own surprise, he felt no panic—almost as if he had already accepted this outcome.
Surrounding Gene were Winter Soldier, Wanda, Captain Supreme, Quicksilver, Daisy, and the freshly defected Venom. They formed a tight perimeter, sealing off Zemo and what remained of his faction in a ring of grim inevitability.
"Helmut Zemo," Gene said calmly, his red V-shaped visor glowing ominously, "I thought losing your father would make you understand the futility of your delusions. But clearly, you inherited more than just his name."
"Lies!" Zemo's eyes burned with fury. "Black Devil, HYDRA has always belonged to the Zemo bloodline. That's been true since World War II. Alexander Pierce was nothing but a clown in a borrowed crown. The real intruder here is you."
Gene didn't flinch. Zemo, however, knew his position was precarious. The so-called Taskmaster had bailed, choosing neutrality over defeat. Lizard was down, unconscious, maybe dead. All that remained on his side were Living Laser, Abomination, Amora, and Executioner. It wasn't ideal, but it wasn't hopeless.
He raised his scepter and barked, "Abomination, attack!"
The hulking brute roared and thundered toward the nearest target—Daisy.
"Oh, you picked the right one," Daisy smirked, eyes gleaming with excitement. "You must be Frankenstein's lesser cousin."