The first Iron Golem Steve made fought with Luke Cage.
The Iron Golem swung its arms upward, and Luke Cage blocked with a smash.
With a dull thud, the steel-hard arms collided fiercely with the iron block arms.
The air vibrated, and both figures recoiled simultaneously.
Luke Cage’s feet plowed two furrows into the ground, but he stopped himself first and slapped a clawed hand onto the Iron Golem’s shoulder!
Klong!!
The Iron Golem turned red for a moment and then bounced back, with a few more cracks appearing on its body.
Initially, a single Iron Golem couldn’t gain the upper hand against Luke Cage, and the two sides were at a stalemate.
Until five minutes later.
The battle between Luke Cage and the Iron Golem continued, but other sounds in the camp were disappearing.
The gunfire stopped, the shouting stopped, and the crying gradually faded away.
Luke Cage was the only zombie left alive in the entire camp.
But not a single Iron Golem was missing.
A second Iron Golem walked out of the medical tent, with zombie flesh still hanging off its body.
A third Iron Golem walked over from the direction of Steve’s farm, covered in black blood.
A fourth, a fifth…
Twenty-five Iron Golems slowly closed in from all directions, through the flames and thick smoke, one by one.
The “thump, thump, thump” of their footsteps overlapped, shaking the soul.
Bang—
Luke Cage was suddenly attacked by an Iron Golem from behind and sent flying into the air.
Next, the Iron Golems started playing volleyball.
Luke Cage never touched the ground again.
Then Steve grabbed his Diamond Axe enchanted with [Smite V] and dove into the crowd of Iron Golems.
Every time Luke Cage was about to land, Steve would jump up and strike him with the axe, and then he would be tossed back up by an Iron Golem.
Captain America, Hawkeye, and Hassan were all dumbfounded.
What kind of damn tactic is this…
But as he watched, Captain America’s mindset began to change.
Hawkeye, Hassan, and Luke Cage weren’t familiar with each other, but Captain America had worked with Luke Cage for a while a few years ago.
About five years ago, Luke Cage founded the “Heroes for Hire” team in Hell’s Kitchen, which gained quite a reputation for a time.
But his original intention for founding the team was to do good while making a living, because street heroes like them didn’t have big financial backers like Avengers; they needed to earn money.
When Captain America heard about such a team, he recruited them into Avengers.
Since Luke Cage showed impressive leadership skills after joining Avengers, he had been in charge of local affairs in New York ever since.
Although Captain America didn’t work with him often due to their different areas of responsibility, in his memory, Luke Cage was a good man who clearly distinguished between love and hate, treated enemies with thunderous force, and treated friends with a heart of gold.
Now he had ended up like this.
Seeing Luke Cage, who was constantly rising and falling, already silent, Captain America felt an indescribable pain in his heart.
He stepped forward: “Block Hero.”
Steve turned his head toward him and crouched quickly a few times as a sign of inquiry.
“Stop it.” Captain America frowned.
“Don’t torture him anymore. Let me do the final blow.”
Steve was stunned.
Behind him, Luke Cage continued to rise and fall, thud thud thud.
“…I can’t. Iron Golems only stop when they’ve killed the hostile creature,” Steve explained.
Captain America was taken aback, and in the next second, he had already rushed out.
He stepped on an Iron Golem’s head, using the momentum to leap high into the air.
He swung his shield mid-air, slamming directly into Luke Cage and sending him flying.
That broken body traced an arc, crashed heavily into the wall dozens of meters away, then fell to the ground and stopped moving.
Since the target quickly left their detection range, the Iron Golems stopped their movements and began to wander aimlessly.
Captain America landed.
After confirming that the robots were no longer pursuing, he walked toward the now unrecognizable body with a heavy heart.
He stood still in front of Luke Cage, looking down at his face.
Gray-black skin, sunken skull, covered in dried black blood.
The former glory could no longer be seen on that face.
In a trance, Captain America seemed to hear his voice.
“Hahahaha… Captain America, we’re from the streets. We’re a bit poor and can’t compare to your tower. Please understand.”
When they first met in the Heroes for Hire office, he had sat casually behind his desk and said that.
“Me? Join Avengers? Of course, no problem, just… is there a salary? My guys… they need to eat, haha…”
When Captain America invited him to join Avengers, he had awkwardly rubbed his forehead and said that.
“You are still an Avenger.” Captain America closed his eyes.
“Always.”
He took a deep breath and raised his shield.
Thud!
Then he pulled out his shield, turned around, and left.
Behind him, Steve stood a few steps away, clutching his Diamond Axe.
His clear black-and-white blocky eyes looked at Captain America, then at Luke Cage on the ground.
“I know.”
“The Iron Golems won’t hit him anymore.”
“…I know.”
Steve put away his Diamond Axe: “There’s water on your face.”
Captain America raised his hand and wiped his face: “No, it’s just the smoke.”
Steve shook his blocky head, seemingly understanding but not quite.
He didn’t understand why smoke would make water appear on a face.
Captain America was about to leave, but after a moment’s hesitation, he turned around and said seriously:
“Humans feel sadness when they lose a friend, and sadness leads to tears.”
Steve nodded, seemingly understanding.
“Also, thank you, Block Hero.” Captain America thanked him solemnly.
“If it weren’t for you, the camp would probably have… Thank you.”
Steve crouched quickly a few times, turned to the northern wall, and quickly repaired the gap with stone blocks.
Inside the camp, the 25 Iron Golems were like a steel legion, patrolling back and forth.
…
The young man sat in front of his computer desk, his expression almost maniacal.
On every platform he could think of—**********( Names are not mentioned so as to not get banned)—he posted the gameplay video he had recorded: “What to do if Steve suddenly disappears in vanilla Minecraft survival? Changing the save file doesn’t help.”
Then he began to surf the web intensely, waiting for replies.
“Isn’t this just you hiding the UI with F1? What kind of fools are you trying to trick??”
“Whoa, a shocking world premiere.”
“New content (starry eyes) but it’s so bad (vomit). New content (starry eyes) but it’s so bad (vomit). New content (starry eyes) but it’s so bad (vomit).”
“TL;DR: This genius pressed F1 in first-person mode and thought his Steve was gone.”
“You should post this on ****** next door; you might actually trick a few people there (sweat).”
“The person above, this guy really did post it on ******, and nobody believed him. LOL.”
“Thanks for the invite. Just got off the plane, I’m at Mojang HQ. I can confirm Notch is already crying and insists on coming back to work to fix the bug.”
These cynical comments made the young man turn red with anger.
Nobody believes me, right?
Fine!!
In a huff, the young man opened **********, compressed his entire game folder, uploaded it to the netdisk, and then shared the download link across the internet.
The save file is right in the game folder.
I’ll let you idiots see for yourselves in the game!!