Marvel's Shendu: Dominating the Multiverse

Chapter 2 The Surrendered Dragon?

Steve's combat instincts kicked in instantly.

An enemy attack? Or are they allies of alien creatures? Or perhaps a new pet of some magical villain?

While he was still thinking, he saw the dragon's expression: panic, undisguised panic.

Its scales had several scratches, and it limped when it ran, glancing back every few steps as if it were hiding from something.

When the dragon saw Steve raise his shield, it immediately stopped, raised its two front paws above its head, and made a standard surrender gesture.

Steve: "..."

In all his years of fighting, this was the first time he had ever seen a dragon surrender.

Just then, a Zeta Swiss soldier rushed out from around the corner, raising his gun and aiming it at the dragon's back.

The dragon clearly sensed the danger and dodged to the side, but it was still half a step too slow. The energy beam grazed its hind leg and exploded in the ground, creating a crater.

It let out a cry that sounded like it was in pain and rolled over to hide behind a taxi.

Without further hesitation, Steve swung his shield, striking the Zeta Swiss soldier's aircraft.

The aircraft went out of control, crashed into a wall and exploded, and the soldiers fell to the ground and remained motionless.

The shield flew back into his hand, and he strode toward the taxi.

Behind the taxi, the dragon was curled up in a ball, licking the wound on its hind leg. When it noticed Steve approaching, it immediately raised its head, tensed its whole body, and assumed a defensive posture.

Steve stopped three meters away, lowering his shield to his side to indicate that he was not hostile.

"Are you... a dragon?" Steve asked.

The dragon did not answer.

It stared at Steve for a while, then slowly relaxed, raised its two front paws again, and slowly bent its body down, hiding the anger in its eyes that it had to bow its head because of the current situation.

Steve didn't notice the dragon's gaze; he only found the dragon's surrender posture somewhat amusing and almost burst out laughing.

This thing really wants to convey that it poses no threat.

"Can you understand me?" he asked again.

The dragon nodded.

I tapped it very hard, as if afraid he wouldn't see it.

Steve frowned.

It can understand human speech, can make surrender gestures, and will lick its wounds when injured.

Clearly, this is no ordinary beast; it possesses considerable intelligence.

But the question is, where did it come from?

The portal over New York had only been open for less than half an hour, and the Chitauri were already killing people all over the city. If this dragon was with them, there was no reason for it to be attacked by its own people.

If it's a native creature... but when has New York ever had dragons? Or was it an Eastern dragon?

Steve looked around.

The gunfire grew closer, and another wave of Chitauri was advancing in this direction. He didn't have time to conduct a detailed interrogation here.

"Would you like to come with me?"

Steve asked, "It's not safe here."

Long paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

After nodding, it tried to stand up, but the injury on its hind leg prevented it from moving properly, so it lay down again. It looked up at Steve with a slightly embarrassed expression in its eyes.

Steve sighed.

He walked over, squatted down, and looked at the wound.

The burns caused by the energy weapon resulted in the skin and flesh being torn open, but the bones were not damaged.

Steve tore a corner off the clothes of the nearby Zita Swiss soldier and used it to make a simple bandage.

"Can you walk?"

The dragon tried to stand up, and this time it managed to steady itself. It nodded to Steve.

"Stay close to me."

Steve turned and ran toward the subway entrance, the sound of his footsteps echoing behind him.

The dragon followed along, limping, its eyes fixed on Steve, as if afraid of being left behind.

After running for more than twenty meters, three more Zitalian soldiers appeared in front of him.

Steve raised his shield, ready to fight, when he heard a strange sound behind him.

He turned around.

The dragon was squatting on the ground, holding a trash can in its front paws, and pushing it forcefully towards the Chitauri.

The trash can rolled quickly past and hit a soldier's leg.

The three soldiers all looked down at the trash can, then looked up at the direction from which it had rolled.

The dragon waved its claws at them.

"..."

The soldiers raised their guns.

Without any hesitation, the dragon quickly shrank behind a car.

Steve seized the opportunity, rushed forward and took down two in a few moves, then knocked one unconscious with his shield.

The battle is over.

He pulled the dragon out from behind the car, his expression complex.

The dragon blinked its eyes, its gaze innocent.

"Was that...helping you?" Steve asked.

The dragon nodded.

"Use a trash can?"

Long continued to nod, his eyes sincere, as if to say, "I think this is a good idea."

Steve paused for two seconds, then decided not to continue the topic.

"Let's go."

The man and the dragon continued running towards the subway entrance.

As they ran into the subway tunnel, Steve suddenly asked, "Do you have a name?"

The dragon was stunned.

Then it raised its front paws and began to write, stroke by stroke.

Steve looked at it and wrote.

It consists of two Chinese characters.

Steve didn't understand Chinese, but he could guess it was a name.

"Is this your name?" he asked.

The dragon nodded.

"All right."

Steve said, "I'll call you Little Dragon for now."

Dragon did not respond immediately. He stared at the two words "Vallon" on the wall, which was the name of one of his former subordinates. He still remembered how the man humbly addressed him as Holy Lord.

He had already lowered himself, yet this stranger still casually called him Little Dragon.

The Holy Lord raised his claws, then lowered them again. The situation was special; he couldn't kill this ant in front of him immediately.

When Steve saw the Holy Lord raise his claws, he assumed it meant the other party had agreed.

The Holy Lord followed this tall, blond man, and the journey was unimpeded.

He encountered several groups of Chitauri on the way, but he dealt with them all swiftly and decisively. That shield was indeed useful; it was both hard and resilient, truly worthy of being made of vibranium.

We walked to a makeshift shelter deep inside the tunnel, where a dozen or so civilians were huddled together.

They visibly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Captain America, but then they stirred again when they saw the dragon behind him.

"Don't be afraid."

Steve reassured him, "It...it shouldn't be an enemy."

He sounded a little uncertain when he said this, after all, they had only known each other for less than half an hour.

The Holy Lord wisely crouched in the corner, shrinking himself into the smallest ball, lowering his eyes, and trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

If someone is secretly watching him, he will bury his head even lower.

"What is it doing?" a little boy asked.

"It seems... like you're scared?" his mother said uncertainly.

The Holy Lord sneered inwardly.

Scared?

He's just acting.

But to be fair, Captain America is a really nice guy.

He was very gentle when bandaging the wound, and he would look back from time to time to see if he was keeping up when running. He was the first to protect him when there was danger.

No wonder so many people liked him in his original world.

The Holy Lord leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

My mind was racing.

Of the twelve talismans, only the Rat Talisman has come with him now.

He had no idea where the remaining eleven were scattered.

It's possible that it's somewhere in this world, or that it never even followed us.

He needs to establish himself first.

The Avengers are a good place to go.

There are resources, connections, and all sorts of strange and unusual events there.

There might be clues about the talismans in those incidents.

But before that, he had to gain their trust.

Especially Captain America.

People with an overwhelming sense of justice are the easiest to deceive, but also the hardest to deceive.

They are particularly sensitive to evil, and once they discover you are lying, they will never believe you again.

The Holy Lord opened his eyes and glanced at Steve, who was comforting the civilians who had taken refuge.

We need to take it slow and focus on being a good "little dragon" first.

We'll talk about the rest later.