Thursday, July 30, 2026

AVENGERS BATTLE THE EARTH WRECKER "Chapter Six: Montaintop Battle"


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Chapter Six: Mountaintop Battle

Re-entry came now as they slammed into Earth’s atmosphere. The leading edges of the craft's wings began to glow cherry-red. But the molybdenum-tantalum alloy skin of the Quinjet could withstand any air-friction temperature as they slanted down toward the towering white-capped Himalayas. When aerodynamic control came back, at mere supersonic speed, Iron Man skillfully maneuvered the ship through cloud banks and mists in the mountain system to keep hidden from watching eyes on Mount Everest.

A burst of rocket power at level flight sent them gliding down into a snowfield just below the rim of Everest’s peak. They landed on the retractable skids that had been lowered, plowing up a spray of snow.

“Parkas, anyone?” asked Iron Man, pointing to the fur suits stashed in ceiling receptacles. “It’s cold outside, Well below zero.”

“I expect enough action,” said Cap grimly “to be plenty Warm.” The others nodded.

“Hawkeye and Iron Man will stay here as planned,” said Cap after they stepped out. “The other three of us will approach from three directions. Goliath and Wasp will assume their fighting forms at their own discretion. Okay, this is it....”

With an unvoiced exchange of glances that said “Good luck,” Goliath, Captain America, and the Wasp spread out a hundred yards apart and slowly advanced up toward the ramparts of the peak. They all shivered in the icy winds, but as Avengers they were inured to hardships and discomforts that would incapacitate other people.

Cautiously, they looked over the final ridge. The mighty magnet machine came into sight first, towering high and surrounded by its eerie nuclear glow. Then, as their sight came to eye level, they saw Karzz...facing them with a mocking smile, he swung his gaze to each of them.

“Dumbkopfs,” he greeted them sneeringly. “Did you think to sneak up on me unawares? My ultramonitor saw your craft approach and land. I presume you have come to play the same game Iron Man did. The game of 'Save the Earth', which you will lose.”

He waved at his monstrous machine.

“You won’t wreck my ultramagnet, which is pulling the giant comet into its proper collision course with Earth.”

“Even from yards away, they could see his frosty eyes flash defiantly.

“Five against one, but I can easily hold you off. Earth science pitted against mine is like an atom pitted against a star.”

“We’ll see about that,” said Captain America gratingly, and then he raised his voice to shout, “Avengers Assemble!”

Goliath had already assumed his giant ten-foot size, and he ran forward to pick up a huge boulder weighing at least a ton. Mighty muscles propelled it straight at Karzz, who turned to face the oncoming juggernaut without flinching.

Incredibly, striking the force-field aura in front -of him, the hard stone shattered into countless pieces.

“Yes, we know you’re shielded from the front,” came Captain America’s voice behind him. “But Goliath’s move was only to make you face that way, while I—”

Having raced across the wind-swept rock at his super-Olympic pace, Cap was already within reach. In one head-long plunge, he hurled his body straight at Karzz’s back, ready to send him off his feet with a knockout blow.

Klang!

Though Karzz had not turned, Cap’s shield met another kind of invisible shield and bounced back, nearly knocking out Cap himself.

Slowly turning, Karzz said softly, “After Iron Man taught me that I was vulnerable from the rear, naturally I fixed up my force-field shield to curve all around me. I am now invulnerable from all sides…voilà!”

His hand went to his belt. “Now, spangled Avenger, let us see if your shield can save you from my repertory of weapon rays.”

Lurid beams sprang forth—purple, red, green, blue—each carrying a different form of destruction. But Cap’s shield, coated by Anthony Stark’s inventive genius with a superalloy impervious to known forces, deflected them all. Cap drove forward again. and slammed into Karzz’s force-field aura with such muscle-driven power that Karzz—force-field and all—was shoved back several yards.

“Ach du lieber, what manner of man is that?” said Karzz, startled.

Cap was not just making a grandstand play. Out of the corner of his eye he had seen Goliath lumbering toward the giant magnet. He had distracted Karzz from turning and noticing.

Reaching the machine, Goliath put his great arms around one of the steel-truss support legs and heaved mightily. Could he topple the gigantic contraption? Metal groaned as Goliath grunted, straining every massive muscle.

Karzz heard, and whirled as Captain America bounced back again from his force-shield. “Colossal fool!” shouted Karzz. “My dis-beam will turn you into a puff of nothingness.”

He touched a stud on his belt and the ray sprang forth, disintegrating rock close to Goliath.

“My next shot,” Karzz warned, “will get you....Yeow!”

The last was a pained yell as something sharp jabbed into his hand before it pressed the dis-beam button. Something tiny flew before his face, buzzing angrily.

“Some earthly stinging insect,” he muttered. Then. his eyes opened wide. “But it seems to have human form!” he gasped.

“Meet the Wasp,” shrilled a thin voice. “A member of the Avengers. I have the ability, as you can see, of shrinking to insect size.”

“But my force-shield,” said Karzz in a puzzled tone. “How did you get past it?”

“Simple,” buzzed the tiny girl. “I suspected that it’s only a half-shell, stretching down -to the ground. But where the ground is uneven, there are small crevices under the edge of the shield. I slipped through one.”

She had been hovering before his face, vibrating her gauzy wings. Now she swooped down, calling back, “I stopped you from shooting your dis-beam at my man. And now, to keep you too busy to oppose the other Avengers . . .”

A series of howls came from the alien, and he began doing a wild dance as the Wasp’s sting-ray from her wrist device stabbed him again and again, all over his body. 

Seeing this, Captain America jumped up and yelled: “Hawkeye! Iron Man! The Wasp is entertaining Karzz. This is our chance to wreck his ultramagnet. Come on.”

Hawkeye and Iron Man came charging, grinning at the cavorting figure of Karzz, trapped with the tiny stinging girl inside his own protective energy shell. Cap joined them, and they raced up to where Goliath was still heaving away but unable to overturn the huge machine.

“Karzz has only a flat shield above it,” said Iron Man, pointing to where another meteor, drawn down by magnetism, spanged off the force-field there. “He has no complete shell around. it, as with himself. That means we can wreck the unshielded machine from down here.”

With that, Iron Man rheostated up his transistorized power and shot a thin laser-beam from a finger of his right-hand gauntlet. The beam began slicing through steel struts as if through butter.

Hawkeye was already joyfully pulling an arrow from his quiver. “Watch the blast arrow do its stuff,” he sang, letting fly, whizzing between struts into the heart of the machine, the bulbous tip of the arrow exploded violently, shattering wires and causing short-circuit sparks.

Unable to help directly in the destruction, Captain America pointed out key sections of the machine for Iron Man and Hawkeye to aim for. “And keep "heaving, Goliath,” he called out. “The whole structure is weakening fast.”

With one last Herculean effort, the man-mountain lifted one support leg clear of the ground. Then, as Iron Man burned through a connecting cable, Goliath yanked the entire leg away.

“Timber!” yelled Cap, and they all scurried back, as the towering machine began to sway and slowly topple. It crashed full length with a resounding thud that shook the whole mountain. Electric discharges flashed. through the wreckage.

“I guess the stinging party is over,” sang out the Wasp, flitting down under the edge of Karzz’s force-shell and rejoining the other Avengers. “Good work, boys. No more supermagnetic force is pulling that giant comet toward Earth.”

“No, but it doesn’t matter...now,” snarled Karzz, approaching and rubbing the bumps the Wasp had raised on his face with her stinger. “I neglected to inform you that my ultramagnet needed only ten more minutes of operation since you arrived to pull the comet into an unalterable collision course with Earth, at top speed.”

He grinned devilishly. “And our battle took eleven minutes before you wrecked it. In other words, Avengers, you failed to stop the approaching Earth doom. To quote from Earth’s French language...c’est la guerre.”

The Avengers looked at each other, dismayed. Karzz had held the trump card. after all.

“But just why are you here to destroy Earth?” queried Captain America.

“Yes,” said Iron Man. “Yon boasted to me that you were Karzz the Conqueror, and spoke of the many galactic worlds that fell to you. Why are you switching from conquest to destruction of Earth?”

“You may as well hear my story, since you can’t stop me anyway,” answered Karate, his frosty eyes mocking them. “I am from your future, some five thousand years from now. Call it the seventieth century, by earth reckoning. My home world, in that future time, was in the solar system of the star you call. Vega. First, as a master-mind of warfare, I conquered, my own planet and people. Then, building a space warfleet, I swept out and took over all of our solar system. But even that did not satisfy me.”

He waved an arm dramatically, as if to include the universe.

“I organized an inter-galactic fleet of war rockets and drove out among the nearby stars. World after world fell before me and became part of my grand cosmic empire. At each planet it was veni, vidi, vici.”

“I came, I saw, I conquered,” murmured Iron Man, as it he were in school.

“Alexander, Napoleon, and Hitler were pikers compared to you,” said Hawkeye. “Throw in Genghis Khan too.”

Ignoring him, the alien Warlord went on. “In time, spreading out from my corner of the .Milky Way, I ruled half the galaxy---a total of ten thousand inhabited worlds.”

“Ten thousand Worlds?” murmured Cap in awe. It was on a scale so vast the human mind could hardly comprehend it. 

“I was still young,” continued Karzz, “and my ambition was no less than conquest of the entire galaxy with its twenty thousand inhabited planets—but something blocked my plans.”

“Aha!” spoke up Hawkeye. “You ran into a world tougher than yours, with a warfleet you couldn’t lick, eh?”

“Jawohl,” spat out Karzz, his face darkening. “This other world had a technology superior to my own. They had superscience weapons that decimated my fleet, crushed my power, and smashed my hard-won empire.”

“That world,” whispered Cap, suddenly drawing in his breath...“was it called—Earth?”

The others started, in blinding insight.

Will "Blinding Insight" Enable The Avengers to Save the Planet on Monday at Hero Histories in...
Chapter Seven: Four Earth Dooms!
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Wednesday, July 29, 2026

Wednesday Worlds of Wonder DUKE Ray Bradbury's "The Last White Man"

From the first issue of a long out-of-print 1950s Playboy competitor comes this Ray Bradbury tale...
...which was presented only once with this title!
Intended as one of several new stories to link previously-published Mars tales in the now-legendary anthology The Martian Chronicles (1950), specifically as a sequel to "Way in the Middle of the Air", it was delayed due to editorial requests for revisions and ended up initially-appearing in 1951 in a non-science fiction magazine dedicated to short stories in every genre as "The Other Foot"...
...before finally making its' appearance in a later, equally-legendary Bradbury anthology in 1951...
How did this unusual retitling come about?
In 1957, with Playboy dominating the newsstands, a new publisher introduced an African-American counterpart called Duke, which featured Black creatives and cheesecake models.
(The centerfold models were called "Duchesses"!)
Along with acclaimed Black writers Langston Hughes, Erskine Caldwell, and Chester Hines, the premiere issue featured Ray Bradbury's short story "The Other Foot", now entitled "The Last White Man"!
Unlike most of Bradbury's works, this tale has, to date, never been adapted into any other media!
(Sadly, Duke only lasted six issues.)
AFAIK, the only time "The Other Foot/The Last White Man" has ever been cover-featured was in a rare, limited-run book produced by, of all companies, Xerox, in 1967!
Try finding a copy of it at a reasonable price (or even a clean scan of the cover)!
Note: The story this tale was a sequel to; "Way in the Middle of the Air" was also re-titled "The Day Negroes Left Earth".
Duke published it in their third issue...which you'll see next Wednesday!
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Tuesday, July 28, 2026

AVENGERS BATTLE THE EARTH WRECKER "Chapter Five: A Job for The Avengers"

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Chapter Five: A Job for The Avengers

Another “iron man” charged his opponent, back in America at Avenger headquarters. Captain America, head lowered and shield up, was charging Hawkeye, who was pulling his great bow to its utmost.

The Avenger “Gladiator Games” were on, a planned aftermath of the Memorial Meet. Millions of TV viewers thrilled to see these modern gladiators battling one another to sharpen their fighting skills.

It was not, of course, a battle to the death. The rules were that the male Avengers would pair off, round robin, and each try to gain a point over his adversary, while the Wasp kept score.

It would be a point for Hawkeye if one of his arrows could send Cap’s shield spinning out of his hands involuntarily. A point would be made for the star-spangled stalwart if he got close enough to Hawkeye to wrest away his bow.

Hawkeye’s bowstring twanged, releasing his invisible plastic arrow. If Cap didn’t see it in time, the arrow’s deflecting blow would knock his shield away by sheer force.

But Cap’s keen ears caught the whistle of the shaft through the air and in a split second he used trigger-trained muscles to dodge and let the unseen arrow whine over his head.

Hawkeye’s right arm became a blur of motion as he reached back into his quiver for arrow after arrow, releasing them with the rapidity of a machine gun. A smoke arrow made Cap cough, but a whirling sweep of his shield quickly cleared the air.

An electric arrow touched the shield and sent a 500-volt jolt through it—only Cap wasn’t holding it. He had quickly dropped it to the floor, letting it bounce up neatly back into his hand, receiving none of the shock meanwhile.

The bolo arrow with its weighted cords swung through the air and caught Cap around the ankles, pitching him forward for a tumble, during which he might—Hawkeye hoped—lose the grip on his shield. But Cap rolled with his fall, turned a complete somersault while kicking off the entwining cords, and came back on his feet still charging forward.

But the outcome of this contest was never to be known.

“Hold it, you two!” rang out a voice, as a golden form smashed its way in through a window. “Save your fighting for Karzz the Conqueror.”

Landing neatly on his feet near the TV cameraman, Iron Man waved. “The show’s over. Sign off and clear out, all of you. The Avengers have a job to do.”

“But listen,” protested the TV producer, running forward angrily. “We were promised a full hour’s show. Think of our disappointed audience—’

“I’m thinking of them, all right,” retorted Iron Man, “and of everyone else on earth. There won’t be any TV shows again…ever…unless the Avengers handle a certain emergency without delay. Now, don’t ask for details. We don’t want to alarm the public. Just clear out…pronto.”

Cap placated the producer by promising to resume the show some other time; then he told the viewers that the “second half” of their program would be shown at a later date.

When outsiders were gone, Cap faced Iron Man. “Out with it, Avenger. This must be a top priority emergency.”

Iron Man extended an arm and brushed some red dust off. “It’s top priority, double in spades,” he said, then explained the situation. The other Avengers listened with widening eyes.

“And so,” finished Iron Man, “we’ve got to defeat Karzz the Conqueror and—well, corny or not—save the world.”

“Hmm,” said Cap. “You told us he refused to tell why he wanted to destroy Earth. But just how is he going to do it? Any idea?”

“That superelectromagnet of his must have something to do with it,” Iron Man answered. “But just how it could wreck the world is anybody’s guess.”

“Baloneyville!” snorted Hawkeye. “That’s all it is. That kook from outer space hasn’t the power to smash a whole planet. He’s pulling a way-out bluff.”

The phone rang at that moment. Captain America picked it up.

“I’m Dr. Thomas Polton of Mount Palomar Observatory,” said the voice at the other end. “I thought you Avengers should hear this before I released it to authorities or to the public. An amazing celestial phenomenon has occurred….”

The speaker paused, as if still overwhelmed by what he had to say. “A giant comet has suddenly appeared from the remote regions beyond the solar system. It is racing toward earth and gathering tremendous speed. If it strikes earth….”

He took a breath and went on calmly—too calmly: “Collision with the giant comet would cause world-wide earthquakes and destroy half of civilization. And at its fantastic rate of acceleration, it will arrive within ten days.”

His voice changed to a bewildered huskiness. “The whole thing is against all cosmic chance. It upsets all the laws of astrophysics, all the theories of galactic events. I know you will think I’m overimaginative, but it’s almost as if that comet were being—well, being drawn toward Earth by some powerful force.”

“Thank you, doctor, for the warning.” Captain America put down the phone slowly and faced the others. “There you have it. Karzz’s supermagnet must be pulling down that giant comet. That’s the way he plans to destroy Earth.”

“What were you saying before, Hawkeye?” said the Wasp.

“Like I was saying,” returned Hawkeye with a crooked grin, “that guy’s no kook and it’s not a bluff. His threat is for real.”

“So what are we waiting for?” demanded Goliath. “We go to Mount Everest, lick Karzz, wreck his magnet and stop the comet. Simple as ABC.”

“Yes, except for D through Z,” warned Iron Man “which will be all the unknown superscience tricks he may still have up his sleeve. It’ll be tough, with a capital T.”

“Just the way we like it,” said Cap, drawing himself up, his blue eyes smoldering. “The Avengers have never yet met their Waterloo—and never will!”

“Corny,” said Hawkeye, “but true, Dad. Or as I would put it—we’ve never bombed yet against any overambitious adversary and we won’t goof off this time either. Let’s go.”

Captain America stared at him frostily. “I give the group decisions around here, Hawkeye. But since I can’t think of anything better to say”—he clapped Hawkeye on the shoulder—“let’s go!”

The five Avengers strode out of the exhibition hall and down a corridor to an elevator, which took them to the roof. Here rested a rocket plane similar to the X-15, but of an even more advanced design, which had come from the “invention factory” of Anthony Stark when he wasn’t busy as Iron Man. It was specially designed to transport the Avengers anywhere on earth in minimum travel time.

“If you run into Stark,” said Cap to Iron Man, “tell him thanks for his rocketplane.”

“I never seem to see him around,” said Iron Man truthfully, smiling behind his mask. The other Avengers had never known that the Golden Avenger and Anthony Stark were the same man.

Within the craft, each Avenger had their own individual foambacked G-force seat. Iron Man sat at the controls, with Captain America as his co-pilot. For take-off at any time of the day or night, Stark’s staff constantly kept the craft’s fuel tanks filled with liquid fluorine and hydrogen, the most powerful chemical propellants known to rocketry.

Iron Man looked at the read-out dials of the automated check-out devices. “All systems go,” he said. He activated the stud that programmed the proper trajectory into their computerized guidance system. Destination—Mount Everest. Then he barked: “Ten…nine…eight…”

Knowing his job, Captain America plugged in the “live mode.”

“Seven…six…five…” Iron Man armed the fuel pumps. “Four… three… two…”

Cap pressed the “non-abort” button.

“One…zero!”

Iron Man flipped the main engine toggle switch.

With a roar, the fiery propulsion engine burst forth, shoving the craft vertically upward from its upright gantry. “All systems go,” gasped Captain America as the mounting G-forces rose to their peak. “Oxygen, green. Thrust, nominal.”

“Yaw, pitch and roll errors negative,” took up Iron Man. “Ship going into proper pitch-over angle into level flight, at ninety miles altitude. We’re on our way.”

Looking down through a big bottom-side window, they could all see the broad sweep of Earth’s curvature below, and portions of the surface through banks of fleecy clouds—the views that many astronauts had exclaimed over as being awesomely “beautiful” and indescribable. Soon they were speeding over a great sea.

“The Pacific looks calm today,” ventured Hawkeye by way of small talk.

“The Atlantic,” corrected Cap.

“Huh?” grunted Hawkeye. “Well, you brain-boys made a mistake. If I know my geography, the Himalayas are nearer to America by going west around the world.”

“True,” nodded Iron Man. “But by going east, we take advantage of the Earth’s rotation under us, which without any expenditure of fuel, rolls the Himalayas a thousand miles toward us during the flight. So in astronautical or spaceflight terms, the longest distance between two points is the shortest. We’ll be there in exactly 53 minutes and 33.6 seconds.”

“I dig it. But it’s crazyville.” A malicious gleam came into the bowman’s eye. “Say, Cap, back in your day during your first career, how long did it take to go halfway around the world—by ox cart?”

“You know we had planes then,” said Cap, but his voice muted in wonder as he recalled the primitive craft of the time. “The fastest piston-plane speed during World War II was 469 miles an hour, made by a German Messerschmidt. Later, when Howard Hughes made a flight around the world in less than eighty hours, it was considered a Jules Verne feat. Today, we can do it in about eighty minutes in orbit or by space trajectory.”

Soon after this, Iron Man warned: “Five minutes to landing. What’s our course of strategy, Cap?”

“I’ve been mulling it over,” the spangled leader answered slowly. “It doesn’t pay to reveal all our forces at once—we should hold some in reserve. Karzz already has Iron Man’s number with his rust-ray; so the Wasp, Goliath, and I will confront our enemy first. Then, if reinforcements are needed, Hawkeye and Iron Man will join in.”

“Always robbing me of glory,” grumbled Hawkeye. “What if you three don’t need help?” He knocked his knuckles against his forehead as if chiding himself. “What am I worried about? Insect Girl, Elephant Boy, and Star-Spangled Grampa…how can they win without help? So just call on the Ace Archer of the Ages and I’ll save the day. You can help too, Rust Pot.”

Iron Man said nothing, wincing at the word “rust.” Witheringly, the Wasp spoke up. “If all your arrows had points as sharp as your wit, Hawkeye, they’d be too dull to pierce a chunk of butter.”

If the others, thought Iron Man to himself, had met Karzz, they would not be bantering so light-heartedly.

They would find out soon enough what they were up against…

...as will we all, on Thursday, in...
Chapter Six: Mountaintop Battle!
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Monday, July 27, 2026

Monday Mecha Madness SHOGUN WARRIORS "Hand of Fate" Conclusion

We Have Already Seen...

...Genji Odashu, aboard giant mecha Combatra, battles a giant mechanical hand, whose five "fingers"separate into independent flying weapons, which she matches by separating her mecha into five semi-independent units with AIs under her command opeerating them!
To Be Continued Next Month, When We Discover Who is Behind All These Menaces!
Today's entry in the never-reprinted Marvel adventures of the Shogun Warriors from #11 (1980) was scripted by Doug Moench, penciled by Herb Trimpe and inked by guest artist Jack Abel, with another guest artist, Terry Austin inking Trimpe on the cover.
Note: because Moench & Trimpe only had the Mattel versions of the robots and didn't have access to the manga or anime detailing the Japanese versions' characters, back stories, and capabilities of the mecha, they basically made things up as they went!
In Combatra's case, the Japanese version featured five human pilots, each controlling one of the segments, which functioned best when combined, as shown in the video below!


The Marvel Comics version has only one human pilot, located in in the head, with the other four sections controlled by semi-independent Artificial Intelligences!

Sunday, July 26, 2026

Waaaaay Before "Avengers: Doomsday", the Awesome Assemblers Battled a Totally-Different, Now-Forgotten Planetary Threat...

 ...as They Went Head-to-Head with "the Earth-Wrecker"!

Art by Jack Kirby & Frank Giacoia

Join Living Legend of WWII Captain America, Battling Bowman Hawkeye, Super-Sized Scientist Goliath, and the Wonderful Wasp (along with the Armored Avenger Iron Man who, at this point in the story, is separated from the others so he ain't in the above illo) as they take on the awesome alien threat of time-and-space-hopping Karzz the Conquerer!
We're re-presenting the 1967 never-reprinted premiere Marvel Comics prose novel by noted sci-fi/pulp/comics author Otto Binder and published by Bantam Books!
It's an original story, not adapted from a comic book tale, which may explain why there are no illustrations of Karrz...who's never appeared (before or since) in graphic form!
Here are the first few chapters, appearing both on this blog and in fellow RetroBlog Hero Histories...