Chapter 19 - Ch: 219-224

Chapter 219 The Robot Corps' First Battle

The ground was in chaos, and Black Panther took the opportunity to seize a portion of military power; those loyal to the royal family remained.

There were also those who disliked Killmonger's style, and with his elder brother as an example, a call to arms quickly spread.

This made Killmonger's expression grow increasingly ugly. He had painstakingly managed things for so long, yet apart from winning over the border tribes, the other tribes completely ignored him.

Now even the Royal Guard had defected, siding with Black Panther. It was infuriating! Who was the King, after all?

Since things had come to this, it was better to finish the battle first.

Nova Corps Command.

Listening to the continuous bad news, New Star Supreme's teeth were almost ground to dust.

"Recall all legion fleets stationed abroad, evacuate residents, and prepare to use thermobaric bombs."

If they couldn't win, then they would use high-damage weapons.

Deputy Officer Roman's expression was somewhat incredulous; these thermobaric bombs were not ordinary shells.

Their power was more than five times greater than the shells on Blue Star. To call them shells was misleading; they were essentially no different from atomic or hydrogen bombs.

Areas after the explosion would be melted by high temperatures; whether it was living organisms, plants, or buildings, everything would melt.

The scorching high temperatures would also alter the quality and structure of the soil, making it impossible to construct tall buildings there.

Once an earthquake occurred, the solid earth would instantly turn into a paste, devouring any buildings erected upon it!

"Supreme, once thermobaric bombs are activated, it will be very difficult to explain to the council."

"Enough! I'm in charge here. If we don't use thermobaric bombs, are we supposed to fill this gap with the lives of soldiers?"

"If you have time to think about that, hurry up and investigate the identities of these people. Who dares to attack Chitauri Star? Are they tired of living?!"

New Star Supreme roared furiously; the more people died, the more unstable her position became.

This was an unprovoked disaster; they didn't even know who the enemy was or why they had come.

Were the intelligence departments eating feces while growing up?

Looking at the retreating troops, and then at the enemies.

Their own troops were well-equipped, but the enemies were not weak either.

Just as she was considering whether to activate the backup plan, another piece of bad news arrived.

"Report, Power Station No. 1 has been attacked by the enemy."

"Report, Water Plants No. 1, 2, and 3 have been attacked and have stopped supplying water."

"Report, the security forces are blocked by the enemy on Kentucky Avenue and cannot advance."

One piece of bad news after another came: water and electricity outages. Although this move didn't significantly change the battle situation.

It could disrupt morale and cause internal strife. Once chaos erupted and civilians ran out into the streets, it would greatly increase the difficulty for the defending forces.

If they accidentally killed civilians, they would face severe accusations and potential crises.

In the footage, New Star Supreme saw a Hulk, like an enraged beast, roaring and charging into the elite troops.

Every step he took made the ground tremble, and with each swing of his massive arms, he sent their troops flying like ragdolls.

Laser beams hit his tough hide, leaving only shallow marks, unable to cause any substantial damage to him.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

On the other side was Thor, wielding Stormbreaker. Although facing an unknown enemy felt somewhat baffling, he had no choice. If he didn't do this, he would be resisting the King's command.

His sister Hela had disappeared, and he was currently in a period of confusion. Having someone to give orders was better than having to figure things out himself.

Surrounded by electric currents, he was like the God of Thunder descended. He leaped high, slamming his axe into the ground, and a surging current spread out from the impact point, instantly engulfing a large number of enemies. The elite soldiers convulsed from the electric shock, smoke rising from their bodies, and the smell of roasted meat wafted through the air!

Loki, meanwhile, cunningly weaved through the edges of the battlefield, his hands constantly conjuring various magic. The God of Mischief at this moment displayed his ability to toy with these mortals.

He sometimes created illusions to confuse the enemy's vision, and other times summoned ice walls to block their attack routes.

When a group of enemies concentrated their fire on him, Loki smirked, his figure flashing, appearing behind the enemies, and precisely eliminating several key targets with magical blades.

On the other side, the Green Goblin father and son soared through the air on gliders.

Norman Os threw powerful pumpkin bombs, explosions echoing one after another, throwing the enemy's formation into disarray.

Harry Osborn was not to be outdone; he skillfully maneuvered his glider, diving and circling, firing energy beams that precisely struck enemy strongholds on the ground.

Dr. Octopus didn't enjoy conflict, but if the war was won, he would have the chance to stay and study alien technology, a condition that was too tempting.

Facing the armored forces, he merely smiled, raising his right hand to adjust his glasses.

His four mechanical arms were as flexible and strong as steel pythons. The mechanical arms swept and chopped, easily overturning enemy armored vehicles, and could also precisely grab distant enemies, slamming them hard onto the ground.

Small spaceships came in support from the air, aiming at Dr. Octopus.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, and a spider web ensnared it, pulling sharply.

Spider-Man spun it twice, and with the acceleration of gravity, hurled it towards a nearby spaceship.

The two spaceships collided, the immense force deforming them. They lost power and plummeted from high altitude, their glass hatch doors jammed, preventing ejection escape.

When the two small spaceships crashed to the ground, becoming scattered parts, the pilots inside were also thrown, bleeding from all seven orifices.

Seeing his ground forces decimated like this, with casualties constantly rising.

New Star Supreme could no longer sit still; she picked up the phone beside her and dialed.

"Report, this is Satellite Prison No. 7."

"I am New Star Supreme. According to the Special War Mobilization Act.

I now order you to transport the prison to the command post, release the prisoners, and order them to participate in combat.

After the war, regardless of any crimes, all can be absolved and forgiven."

"Yes, Supreme. We should reach the ground in about twenty minutes."

The warden ended the call, just as he saw several new prisoners who had just been locked up.

His gaze fell on a green-faced woman. It was a pity; he hadn't even tasted this hot girl yet, and now she was going to the battlefield to die.

"Initiate Plan Thirteen, gather the prisoner cells."

Using prisoners for combat counterattacks was something they would only do out of desperation.

It showed that the situation on Chitauri Star itself was already grim. Although they didn't know what had happened or who they were fighting against.

The enemy's offensive was extremely fierce, suppressing them at one point.

The ground engagement continued, and the war in space never stopped.

Large numbers of robots controlled by Edith shuttled across the battlefield, equipped with energy laser rifles.

Some were fitted with laser cannons, used for siege warfare, specifically to deal with well-defended spaceships.

Iron Man darted around Satellite No. 1, followed by several small spaceships, subtly using a special pincer movement that made it impossible for him to turn or use buildings to escape.

"Damn it, I've got a few tails behind me. Does anyone know how to deal with them?"

Bang!

A laser beam hit him, making him stumble in mid-air. He couldn't defend against it, and his armor was starting to chip.

His Iron Man Suit's defense was already proving insufficient.

Without experiencing a Universe war, one simply couldn't imagine the intensity of such a conflict; it was even more ferocious than when the Chitauri Legioninvaded.

"These models are inherently very suitable for low-altitude and flexible combat. Your Iron Man Suit's design philosophy is similar to their spaceships'.

You should leverage your firepower advantage and use a sudden stop to cut them in half."

Surprisingly, the one who answered was not someone else, but Ivan Vanko, who had a grudge against him.

This enemy, who had once tried to kill him, had attempted an assassination in Morocco.

He had also tried to assassinate him once during the Stark Industries Expo. A total of two attempts, neither of which succeeded in killing Tony.

Now, however, he was offering to help him, which was a bit strange.

Tony didn't doubt that the other party's words were false. If he wanted to kill him, there had been many opportunities before.

The last time he was defeated by Killian, Ivan could have easily delivered the finishing blow.

Unfortunately, the other party didn't do so, only continuing to mock Tony relentlessly with his words.

They had fought against the Chitauri Legion together in the New York Battle, so they were considered comrades. There was no reason to harm a comrade; that would be wrong and immoral.

"You have a point. I'll try it."

After Tony responded, he extended the gliders on his back, using aerodynamics to make a sudden stop in mid-air.

The Chitauri Star fighter jets behind him flashed past, passing right through the laser.

After sliding for a distance, all five spaceships were cut in half, with irregular and jagged cuts, looking as if they had been torn apart.

The laser cut a part, while the inertia from high-speed flight provided assistance, directly tearing apart the cut metal shell!

"Oh, wow! Exciting! I succeeded!"

Tony shrieked in the channel, his blood boiling with long-lost passion.

Ever since he woke up from his coma, he had been in a state of lacking fighting spirit.

This didn't mean he no longer wanted to fight, but rather that he had lost that ambition to be the best in the World.

Though that ambition was gone now, he had still rediscovered the passion he had when inventing the Iron Man Suit.

"Ivan, what are you doing?"

"I'm siphoning energy from the spaceship."

Whiplash controlled his Iron Man Suit to fly beneath a massive spaceship. This type of spaceship functioned similarly to an aircraft carrier.

It had capabilities for storing fighter jets, intelligence gathering, command and control, and fire support, among other things.

All fighter jets operated around it; otherwise, with so many fighter jets, someone would need to be on-site to command them.

The sky was filled with metal robots, and occasionally, when one was hit, it would trigger a violent chain reaction.

Even if crippled, propelled by its thrusters, it would still rush to a outpost to self-destruct.

This was something flesh-and-blood creatures couldn't do; you couldn't joke around with the lives of ordinary soldiers like that.

If someone was severely wounded, you couldn't just tell them to carry a satchel of explosives and die together.

Once the army enforced such a requirement, it would inevitably lead to mutiny.

But robots didn't care; they were all controlled and fundamentally lacked their own thoughts, so anything could be done with them.

They were diverse in their methods, and their targets were small, making it difficult even for fighter jets to lock on.

They would aim, but the next second the target would disappear.

Because the target was too hard to lock on, unlike a combat spaceship, no matter how it dodged, its large size meant it could be easily locked on.

Similarly, aiming at a large water tank is always easier than aiming at a coin.

Ivan used a unique technological invention, turning his electric whip into a straw, siphoning energy from the spaceship's energy shield.

According to the specifications and design of the Arc Reactor, even if it were empty, it couldn't drain the entire spaceship's energy. He would probably explode from energy overload before finishing.

But he wasn't trying to drain the energy; he was just using this method to create a localized weakening.

Then he fired a small missile. This was a modified version, similar to the 'Ex-Wife' missile that War Machine had used before.

The missile hit the outer shell of the energy supply unit, and Ivan took the opportunity to accelerate and fly away.

When the distance was sufficient, a violent explosion echoed.

The command battleship, standing in the Universe, enveloped by a pale yellow energy shield, gradually revealed its true form.

The battleship Commander roared furiously; in his understanding, no one could possibly do this.

Not even Ronan of the Kree Empire could defeat Chitauri Star's defenses, let alone breach the Nova Corps' secret core shield!

Deprived of the energy shield's protection, the distant cannon robots began to unleash their power.

Three rapid-fire shots.

Lasers pierced through the titanium alloy shell, also penetrating the fleet soldiers inside.

The energy supply center was not hit; there was still a dedicated energy shield blocking it, as long as the program wasn't deactivated.

Or, until the energy core resources were completely depleted, the shield would always remain.

The reason for the three-shot burst and then fleeing was that the Nova Corps was not to be trifled with either.

Even with Edith, the artificial intelligence, in command, they still suffered heavy losses.

If they couldn't hit the robots, they would resort to a crude method: using secret technology to link the spaceships together, forming a giant energy net shield.

This would disperse the laser attacks to every fighter jet, and with so many fighter jets firing laser beams simultaneously, they would surely hit the robots.

If they couldn't penetrate the enemy's defense, they would take a beating themselves.

On the invisible spaceship, Hill watched the intense battle outside.

This legacy spaceship from the Dark Elves, despite being unattractive and shaped like a cross, was indeed very effective.

Its stealth capabilities were even stronger; it was right in front of them, yet completely undetectable.

Even with the naked eye, it couldn't be seen, as if it were transparent, not affecting vision at all.

"The battle is fierce. Are our supplies still sufficient?"

"It's alright. At this intensity of warfare, we can still fight for half a day.

And it's time to use nuclear bombs for attack; it's in outer space anyway."

Sharon's eyes held a cruel smile; she completely disregarded the lives of the Chitauri Star people.

What did the lives of aliens have to do with her?

This was after Hill had been teased. If she had been on site, she would have already gone on a killing spree.

Chapter 220 The Wasp and Ghost Appear

One can infer the whole leopard from a single spot.

If the quality of the low-level soldiers is so concerning, then the middle and high levels are equally corrupt. I truly don't know how such a civilization was established.

"No rush, let Edith collect more data for a while.

It's her first real combat, so there are bound to be many issues. She's working hard to improve her inherent thinking, and she'll be of great use in the future."

Hill rejected the suggestion. It wasn't the right time. Since such a good opportunity had arisen, it should naturally be utilized fully.

Large-scale Legion wars don't happen every day. By experiencing it firsthand, it's easier to identify problems.

Things like the number of robots controlled, whether the computing power is sufficient, and if there are any issues with signal transmission.

How to proceed when the signal is jammed—these are all things that need to be considered.

One doesn't know the difficulty until one experiences it. You have to try it once to know what can be improved and what is already good enough.

"Alright, if it succeeds, then we can all retire in the future."

Sharon, however, was optimistic about artificial intelligence, but this was limited to Edith; other artificial intelligences were not on her trusted list.

It wasn't due to prejudice or targeting.

It was simply because Edith was recommended and trusted by Steve; out of love for him, she trusted Edith.

"By that day, I estimate the daughters will have grown up and can help out."

Hill smiled charmingly. When her daughters grew up, she also wanted to try being a housewife.

Doing some housework, cleaning, and exercising in the gym every day. Then, in the afternoon, enjoying red tea and basking in the Sun.

Entering retirement life, entering retirement mode.

Click!

Sharon took out a cigarette and lit it. The ladies' cigarette had a pure taste, with a faint, lingering aroma of mugwort.

She didn't usually smoke much, but at critical moments, she really wanted one to calm herself down and not be too nervous.

Su Rui's voice came through the earpiece, filled with excitement.

"Sisters, I've finished the simulator.

Now you can connect to a robot and control it to fight, just like putting on an Iron Man Suit.

We'll fight from the spaceship through remote control. This is really cool, want to try it together?"

Hill glanced at Sharon and took her cigarette.

"You go. I'll watch here. My husband also needs support.

The things Su Rui makes are not only for amusement but also very practical."

This was a very fair answer. She had never discriminated against her based on skin color or appearance; that was completely unnecessary.

Whether a person is good or not depends on their heart.

If the heart is kind, then naturally it is beautiful. If the heart is evil, it can be seen in the appearance.

Sharon nodded and left. She indeed needed a way to relax, otherwise she wouldn't need to smoke.

No sooner had she left than Polaris walked in with a bottle of wine, yawning sleepily, looking utterly exhausted.

"Why are you drinking? Won't it affect the baby in your belly?"

Hill asked with concern. It's common knowledge that pregnant women shouldn't drink alcohol.

"It's fine. Just a little herbal cocktail. It's good for the baby too.

Ugh, don't mind me, I'll just sit here. I just want some company.

I'm so sleepy, but I can't sleep. This feeling is driving me crazy.

Sigh, I should have known to only have one. Pregnancy is truly a torment."

Polaris was a bit helpless. How was she to know Steve's hit rate was so high?

But now that she had them, she would just have to work a little harder and give birth to the children.

Leaning back on the sofa, half-reclining, she looked out at the large Universe ship.

Flashes of Fire exploded, and azure and orange-red laser beams flew wildly, against the dark background of deep space, making it grander and more magnificent than any movie scene she had ever seen!

"Amazing! I love big scenes like this!"

Polaris took a gulp of the herbal wine, her hands itching to go out and exchange a few blows.

Meanwhile, Steve returned to the Blue Star for a trip, gathered a few people, and then teleported back to Chitauri Star.

Wasp, Ghost, and Ant-Man.

They were all wearing unique battle suits, their faces also covered.

Ant-Man, however, was somewhat exaggerated and incoherent, actively reaching out to shake Steve's hand.

"Captain America?"

"Yes, although the United States no longer exists, I still like the title Captain America."

Steve smiled. He hadn't actually fulfilled his so-called Captain duties for a long time.

The United States wasn't the United States it once was. Although it was wartime back then, welfare and benefits were all kept up.

Roosevelt could still keep those capitalists in check. Putting aside his political stance, that President was indeed very capable.

Make money from whoever has money; only trash makes money from the poor. If there's no more oil to extract, how can you make money?

Ant-Man Scott was so excited he was incoherent. Captain America was his favorite; he was practically a fanboy.

"Oh, this, this is so cool. I don't even know what to say. Captain actually came to me for help. This is truly unexpected."

Wasp's eyes looked at Steve with resentment. He had promised a date next time, but then he disappeared. This scoundrel!

Others play once and run, but Steve ran without even playing. Is that appropriate?!

Ghost didn't feel much. Steve had indeed helped her, and their relationship was only cooperative, nothing more.

Ant-Man had been shaking his hand for a minute, still shaking, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. His expression was truly comical.

"Alright, Scott, I'm planning to recruit you into the Avengers.

But right now, I need your help. We're at war with aliens again.

The order and resources of Blue Star are insufficient to support our next step of development. The result will either be to run out of resources and wait for death, or to enslave ordinary people to serve the Super Heroes.

So we need to expand outwards, leave Blue Star, and go into the Universe to find other life civilizations for trade.

This Planet is called Chitauri Star. It's a bustling commercial Planet and also a transit point to other Universe civilizations.

We originally wanted to engage in free trade with them, but they were unwilling and even demanded that we offer our women to them.

I will never tolerate such bullying.

Now we've started a war with them. Sometimes, being civilized is really difficult. Only when our fists are bigger than theirs will they sit down and talk reason with us."

Steve was a bit helpless. He didn't like the actions and behaviors of free trade.

But he had to admit, this kind of behavior was indeed exhilarating and exciting.

"Captain is right. We should severely punish those who bully the weak.

What do you need me to do? I don't seem to be particularly good at anything."

Thud!

A figure fell from high in the sky. Putting on goggles, it was another Black man. Is that you, A-Train!

Falcon: ...

"Oh, buddy, it's you. Last time, I..."

Ant-Man seemed to want to explain but didn't know what to say.

Falcon would never admit that he was defeated last time. He shook his head and spoke first.

"Last time was a unique interview. You passed. You did really great!"

Steve scanned the two of them, took out an earpiece, and handed it over.

"This can connect to the main and sub-channels, and also project a map.

Sam will take you to figure out how to infiltrate the Nova Corps' command center. What you need to do is sneak in, find the energy supply room, and plant bombs to destroy it."

"No problem, that's my old trade."

Ant-Man patted his chest, guaranteeing it. What kind of difficulty was this? Infiltrating and stealing, that was his old trade.

Falcon started his flying device, taking Ant-Man to rendezvous with Winter Soldier and the others.

Everyone had their own tasks. Wakanda was responsible for the frontal containment of the main force. Whether they knew it or not, they had to do it.

From the Nova Corps' perspective, they were foreign invaders who must be eliminated or imprisoned.

Once defeated, anyone could imagine the severe consequences.

There was no room for retreat; they could only push forward and fight the Nova Corps to the end.

Crossbones and his team served as flank cover, doing things that were inconvenient for Heroes to do.

Besides providing cover, they were to find and mark commercial warehouses for Steve to teleport to and loot all the resources.

He didn't participate in the frontal battlefield, partly because it wasn't necessary, and partly to slack off.

Slacking off had become a habit, making it difficult for him to go back to being a Captain charging into battle.

War is about resources, logistics capability, and resilience.

It's about seeing who can't hold on first. This battle can only be won.

The later he appears, the more hidden cards he has, and the more effective it will be for training.

If the Nova Corps is truly like this, then their deaths will be well-deserved.

Hulk and his team were responsible for another aspect of containment, simply smashing and destroying. As for how many people died, there was no need to care.

War is about using every means possible. What's the point of talking about morality and rule of law? This isn't child's play.

As long as the war can be won, everything else is irrelevant.

Wasp looked at Steve with resentment, her tone filled with displeasure and hatred.

"So you brought me here just to make me work for you?"

"Yes, after this war, I'll treat you to a candlelit dinner, and then I'll need your help with something else."

Steve nodded seriously, he had already thought about what to do next.

"Help you? Help you with what?!"

Wasp was determined not to help, and didn't want to help.

"Help me have a child. Your genes and mine are so excellent; the next one will definitely be excellent too.

What do you think? It's a match made in heaven, a perfect pair."

Steve's words made Ghost, who was beside him, show a strange expression, though it was hidden by her mask, so it couldn't be seen.

This didn't stop Ghost from feeling very awkward, like a third wheel.

Sometimes awkwardness is relative. As long as the person involved isn't awkward, then the awkward one is the bystander, whose toes could curl up a three-bedroom apartment.

Wasp looked at Steve in disbelief, pointing at her own nose, then at Steve.

"You and me, have a baby? Are you joking or serious?"

Who talks like that right off the bat? Is that appropriate?

It's too sudden, are you in such a hurry?

"Yes, I'm serious."

Steve naturally couldn't be joking. He liked the short-haired version of Wasp; that version's look was very beautiful.

As for when she changed to long hair, to be honest, he initially felt a bit strange, wondering if it was a different person.

This time, Wasp was completely thrown off. Who confesses like this? So direct, are you crazy?!

"I need to think about it. By the way, what did you ask me to come here to help you with?

Besides having children, everything else can be considered."

Seeing the compromising Wasp, this was a bit like the famous 'window theory'.

If he had asked her to help with a battlefield mission, she might not have agreed. But if he asked her to help have children, she would then consider what the battlefield mission was.

"I need you and Eva to open some warehouses. Inside are Nova Corps resources, weapons, and axle loads.

We need to cut off their logistical capabilities, weaken their war potential, and then add a unique winning chance to the tilting scales of war."

Steve certainly wasn't looking for them to reminisce for no reason, but genuinely had something to discuss with them.

Candlelit dinners or procreating, those were matters for after the war. Now they were fighting; it wasn't the time for romance.

"Alright, I'll help with this. But having children, don't even think about it."

Wasp was still very concerned. The reason for her concern was that Steve had many wives.

She couldn't accept such a life, sharing her husband with many women.

Wait, polygamy is allowed in New York, so that's not a big deal.

He handed them the earpieces, giving them the detected and marked warehouse locations.

Ghost's ability allowed her to ignore shields and barriers; she could switch between the Quantum Realmand the real World.

Although she didn't have any power amplification herself, her elusive nature was already a very terrifying ability, and she couldn't be detected.

It doesn't matter if you can't win. If the opponent truly appears like a Ghost while you're sleeping and then slits your throat, who can withstand that?

Precisely because of this, she had always been a very formidable assassin.

When S.H.I.E.L.D. was disbanded, she became unemployed, and she happened to be working with Wasp.

"You too, you can't escape."

Ghost had just turned around when she heard Steve's teasing.

She looked at him with a somewhat complex gaze. This wasn't Captain America; this was Captain America who argues with everyone!

Various Super Heroes held the line on the battlefield, while Super Criminals desperately committed arson and crimes.

The main focus was to overwhelm them, and the garrison forces, facing superpowered enemies, were somewhat outmatched.

Even with advanced technology and excellent equipment, they could only slightly contain them, and eventually, they were still extinguished.

Coupled with the constant attacks on shelters, large numbers of civilians fled in panic into the streets.

This further greatly reduced the reinforcement speed of the garrison forces. They couldn't open Fire on civilians unless authorized by command.

But the more this happened, the easier it was to break up their own formation!

"Officer, the refugees will overwhelm our formation!"

Chapter 221 Encountering Dark Night Proxima

Boom!

As soon as the scout finished speaking, a massive secondary explosion occurred among the refugees, even killing half of the garrison soldiers.

The Gatling gun on the rooftop swept wildly, suppressing the remaining garrison soldiers, preventing them from raising their heads.

By the time the enemy ran out of bullets and they drew their guns to counterattack, the enemy had already retreated, vanishing without a trace.

Going upstairs to search for clues, they only found their own standard-issue weapons; even the Gatling guns were manufactured by them.

Unable to find anyone, getting a few Gatling guns was still a good gain.

But a faint beeping sound led them to its source, where they saw a sticky bomb attached.

"Holy crap, it's C4! Run!"

Boom!

The dispatched team was engulfed in a sea of fire, and an entire floor was destroyed!

Blowing up the shelter gate, attacking the aid garrison, and creating panic.

Each of these actions was exactly the same as when they were on Blue Star, the only difference being that here there was absolutely no psychological burden.

The ones who died were aliens; it was a struggle between planetary civilizations, a true life-and-death battle.

Not long after.

A massive aircraft fell from the sky, activating its anti-gravity mode only when it neared the ground, coming to a steady stop.

The hatch opened, and many prisoners, dressed in prison uniforms and carrying weapons, streamed out, rushing towards Wakanda's front lines.

A slightly overweight man was also driven out; he had been looking for an opportunity, but none presented itself.

He had originally planned to escape when the time came, but with the supervisory team behind him, if he dared to run,

the collar around his neck would explode instantly, blowing his head off!

Rocket Raccoon and Treant Groot exchanged glances, nodding in understanding.

With Treant Groot providing cover, Rocket Raccoonfollowed behind, charging.

Upon reaching a ruin, Rocket Raccoon hid.

He took out the collected materials and crafted an unlocker, piecing it together with odds and ends.

The powerful current released instantly destroyed the collar's sensor, and then Treant Groot used a branch to tear the collar off.

Repeating the process, both their collars were removed.

The Nova Corps probably never guessed this point: that someone could remove the collar with their bare hands; it was too exaggerated.

"Die, Nova Corps!"

A roar came, and Thor, wielding Stormbreaker, smashed it down fiercely.

Falling from mid-air, the gravitational acceleration instantly obliterated the armored hovercraft.

The exploding lightning precisely hit everyone, instantly wiping out the supervisory team in the rear!

"Oh! That's Thor. Last time he went to the Dwarf Planetto forge weapons, we even dealt with him. You even helped with that axe!

Groot, hey, we're in luck!"

Rocket Raccoon recognized Thor immediately; they had indeed dealt with him before.

'I am Groot!'

Groot only knew that one phrase; as for its meaning, one had to figure it out themselves!

"Hey, hey! Thor, over here, it's me! Remember me!"

Rocket Raccoon waved from the side. Their best option now was to retreat.

It was chaotic here; who knew what was happening? It was too terrifying. How could such a terrifying situation occur?

Thor heard someone calling him and found it a bit strange; on Chitauri Star, he shouldn't have any acquaintances.

As soon as he saw the Raccoon, he immediately understood.

"You're Rocket, right? And Groot. Long time no see, how did you end up here?"

Behind him, Winter Soldier Bucky rushed over with a laser gun, aiming at the garrison soldiers behind them, headshotting two.

He glanced at the Raccoon and Treant; although a bit strange, out of respect for Thor, he nodded slightly.

"Oh! That guy is cool, and his metal arm is cool too!"

"Heh heh, that arm isn't for sale. It's said to be a HYDRAproduct, Soviet Union made, much better than a Vibranium arm."

Thor knew his friend's nature; he wanted to collect anything good or interesting he saw.

Hearing it was a no-go, Rocket Raccoon reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

"We were here before to look for the Cosmic Orb, which contained a treasure.

But we ran into the Nova Corps, got into trouble, and ended up arrested and thrown into prison.

As soon as we were locked up, the prison announced the activation of the War Act, requiring us to serve as conscripts on the front lines.

As long as we won the war, we could atone for our sins.

Hey, buddy, I'm not going to die for the Nova Corps."

Rocket Raccoon was not an honest Raccoon; cunning and smart, that was his original style.

"I am Groot!"

Treant Groot indicated that was correct, exactly so!

Being inexplicably arrested, inexplicably made conscripts, and then inexplicably escaping from prison—all of it was very strange.

'Wait, the Cosmic Orb? Isn't that the rumored orb containing the Power Stone?'

Thor was well-traveled; although he disdained using the Infinity Stones, he had heard the rumors.

Some things, especially high-level artifacts, could be unused but not unknown.

He hadn't paid attention to the Infinity Stones before, but after the New York Battle, he brought Loki and the Tesseract back to Asgard.

Odin then conveniently gave the two brothers a crash course: what this was, what Infinity Stones were, and what Universe rules and order meant.

Although they only half-understood, they at least knew how many Infinity Stones there were and where they were located.

The most mysterious among them was the Soul Stone; its function hadn't been revealed, and its location was very difficult to ascertain.

Regarding the Power Stone, he only knew it was guarded by a very ancient race, a race that still had contact with Asgard.

But that was a story from Odin's father's era; later, the race perished, disappeared, not a single person left, and contact was lost.

It could be said that the Power Stone was definitely in their hands, but where they were, that was unknown.

After receiving the information, Thor tapped his comms.

"Steve, I have good news for you; there's a lead on the Power Stone.

Yes, the Infinity Stone you mentioned, it's over here.

Someone got the Cosmic Orb, he was caught, and everything was put in the prison."

As soon as he finished speaking, a portal opened, then closed again.

Steve had already appeared before them; this speed of movement could only be achieved with the Space Stone.

Without any casting time, it was praised for travel and traversing battlefields.

A sorcerer's teleportation was limited to a single Planet; one had to find the Planet's magic network to use a Mystic Ring for teleportation.

One couldn't teleport directly from Blue Star to Chitauri Star, not even the Ancient One.

It was like the primitive ability to craft things by hand: one could make bullets, pistols, rifles, even fighter jets and aircraft carriers.

But one couldn't make a person; it wasn't a matter of whether it could be done, or a matter of ability, but that it simply couldn't be done!

Using the Space Stone, however, allowed one to cross billions of light-years in a second; this unique rule was the law represented by the Stone itself.

"Oh! Buddy, you're strong, and cool! I'm Rocket, and this is Groot!"

"I am Groot!"

The overly familiar Rocket Raccoon was a social butterfly; he could talk to anyone.

"Hello, I'm Steve. I'm leading the legion to fight against the Nova Corps; their taxi soldiers insulted my wife, and they must pay the price.

Thor, take your friends to a safe place to hide first. After we take Chitauri Star, we'll properly host your friends."

Steve finished speaking and left, flying into the prison using the Cloak of Levitation.

Watching Steve fly up in defiance of gravity, with that scarlet cape, it was simply awesome.

Thor's expression wasn't good, because his hammer had been snatched by the other party.

"Let's go, Rocket, I'll take you to a safe place to hide.

I still have to fight. These damn guys are resisting so stubbornly."

"Hey, buddy, I think you need to hire me and Groot to help you defeat the Nova Corps.

I know where their command center is; as long as we take down the Nova Corps Commander, they'll surrender."

"Alright, but I don't have money for you right now. If you can do it, I'm sure Steve will be happy to pay you."

Thor agreed; anyway, it wasn't his money, so it didn't matter.

"It's a deal then. The command center is this way, follow me."

Rocket Raccoon was a bit excited; another good business deal!

Inside the prison aircraft.

The Warden was found by Steve, who grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.

"Where are the prisoner's belongings?"

"Cough, cough!"

The Warden patted Steve's hand, pointing to his flushed face. "How can I speak when you're choking me like this?"

Bang!

He was thrown out like trash.

Cough, cough, cough! The Warden had just caught his breath when a foot pressed his face tightly against the floor. This posture was too disrespectful.

"The items are on Satellite One."

As soon as he finished speaking, the foot left his head.

Before he could sigh in relief, his vision blurred, and he was once again on the satellite three hundred thousand kilometers away.

Looking at the prison building before him, the Warden was bewildered. Was there such a magic trick?

What was this if not magic? Could it be that he was seeing things?

"Take me to the warehouse where the prisoners' belongings are kept. If I find what I want, you can live.

If I don't find it, you will die, and everyone in this prison will die.

I have already memorized your face, and your family will all be found.

Your parents, wife, and children will all be found by me, and then I will send them to hell!"

Steve's voice was cold, even faintly cruel.

He didn't care about the other party's life or death; he only cared if he could find the Power Stone.

If he found the Stone, he could indeed let these prison guards go. If he didn't find the Stone, their lives would be useless.

As personnel of a hostile force, they had to die; dying would be in vain.

"I will definitely help you find it, sir, I will definitely find it. I'll lead the way now, please don't be impulsive."

The fat, greasy Warden had never been to the front lines, nor had he experienced war.

His so-called wars were all about slacking off, working in logistics in the rear, and then bribing his way into the Warden's position.

Although there wasn't much profit, he could still make money.

Under the palpable murderous aura, he was almost scared to death; this hostility rushed at him, and if his psychological quality hadn't been stronger, he probably would have soiled himself!

Steve surveyed the prison; a part of it was already missing. It seemed the previous aircraft had separated from here.

Aside from a few prison guards, not a single prisoner could be found in the prison; all had been sent out as cannon fodder.

But as they walked, they saw no one blocking their way; the entire prison seemed to have become dead silent.

The closer they got to the warehouse, the more they saw the bodies of several prison guards lying in the corridor.

All were killed with a single blow, without any suffering.

Some were ambushed and killed, while others died in direct combat, their hearts pierced by a sharp blade.

Deep inside, several grotesque creatures were frantically devouring corpses.

With sharp teeth and claws, pitch black bodies, four arms and two legs, squatting on the ground, their appearance was very bizarre.

Outriders!

Thanos's army of foot soldiers were the Outriders; all of them were modified using flesh and blood.

Through genetic mutation, each strike had a starting force of one ton, comparable to a Super Soldier.

They just lacked reason and could only understand simple commands.

They were very suitable cannon fodder, and simple to produce, very suitable for mass production to wear down the enemy's effective strength.

Coupled with their madness, they were fearless of death, even in the face of a mountain of blades and a sea of fire, they would charge madly.

The Outriders seemed to have discovered fresh food; a low shriek emanated.

From the walls, corridors, and rooms, countless Outriders rushed out, dense and making one's scalp tingle.

A mass of black with a few pure white specks—these were man-eating demons!

The Warden had just turned to look at Steve when he was kicked out.

An Outrider clawed him into a pulp, then they swarmed him, feasting greedily.

Steve gave up on tangling with the Outriders and flew directly towards the warehouse.

Whoosh!

A standard cold weapon spear flew over; he grabbed it and then put it into the warehouse.

In the corridor on the other side, a tall, over two-meter woman in battle armor looked at Steve with an incredulous expression.

Her hair was tied back, her face was smeared with black oil paint, her skin was light blue, and she had demon horns on her head; she didn't look human at all.

Proxima Midnight?

One of Thanos's four generals, why was she here?

It shouldn't be!

Ignoring Proxima Midnight, Steve flew towards the warehouse; he didn't have time to tangle with her, but rather to find the Power Stone first.

But she didn't think that way, running quickly down the corridor, her high-heeled battle boots clanging loudly on the steel plates.

She stepped onto the railing and executed a standard flying kick, trying to knock Steve out of the air.

But Steve directly grabbed her calf and then threw her violently.

Clang!

She crashed into the corridor's iron plate, also crushing many Outriders.

Proxima Midnight winced in pain and couldn't get up for a while.

The power gap between the two was too obvious; she was completely no match!

Chapter 222: Corvus Glaive's hat will turn green

Outside the warehouse stood an armed force, not Outriders, but Sakaaran mercenaries.

Natives of Planet Sakaar, they have always been known for being mercenaries in the Universe, famous for their loyalty.

As long as they were paid and fed, they would charge into battle without fear of death, even against the Celestials.

After being conquered by Thanos, he slaughtered half of their population, subjugating them to the Dark Order, which they then joined.

Due to their loyalty and considerable intelligence, they were always assigned as guards and elite troops.

The Outriders and Chitauri Legion were notorious cannon fodder, and it was difficult to select obedient and effective guards from these two races.

Sakaarans are humanoid insectoid lifeforms with four fingers, hermaphroditic, and their offspring are hatched by a queen in a hive; they despise scavengers who disturb them.

To make a living, large numbers of Sakaarans traveled the Universe as mercenaries, earning bodies through their loyal service to feed and lay parasitic eggs.

Sakaarans developed biological weapon technology, with various devices integrated into their exoskeletons, typically using Necroblast Rifles that fire a viscous endoplasm, as well as Necroblast Cannons for vehicles, daggers, and V-wing flyers.

The bony panel on their helmets can open and close, used for feeding with their mouthparts.

Data about this race popped up on the panel, obtained by hacking into the Chitauri Star database.

The bomb Ant-Man installed was actually a special pulse bomb that could damage their network firewall and cut off their energy supply.

The working principle is to cut physically, segmenting a small piece, then concentrating to surround and annihilate, and then devour.

After opening a gap, they would then occupy the nest like a cuckoo.

The buildings on Chitauri Star were not the main assets, nor were the factories.

Rather, it was the core production data; with this data in hand, even if the factories were destroyed and the armories blown up, they could still be rebuilt, just taking a little more time.

It was a chance to start over, which would allow them to immunize against any potential loopholes they might have left.

It's no wonder Steve acted this way; sometimes, to establish an empire, one must step on the corpses of the previous dynasty.

Inherit the resources of the former, then break the restrictive framework, and then establish a new empire.

All wars are just a pretext, a facade to seize core resources.

When the mercenaries saw Steve appear, after a moment of stunned silence, they all pulled out their great swords and charged.

As they charged, they made squeaking insect-like noises; despite having humanoid bodies, if you didn't look at their faces, they truly weren't much different from humans.

This screeching had a low-decibel impact force that could make opponents feel irritated, and prolonged exposure to the sound would cause tinnitus and dizziness, leading to being slit at the throat!

With energy swirling in his hands, Steve smiled slightly. He had fought Ying Nan in Tarot Village for so long, not just treating her as a punching bag, but learning the various moves she mastered.

There was a move called 'hitting the ox through the mountain'; the ox in front might be fine, only experiencing a slight tremor.

But the further back, after absorbing the original vital energy of the biological target and continuously amplifying the power, it could cause considerable destruction.

A punch landed on the first Sakaaran mercenary; it let out a sharp shriek, and its hands fell limply.

Its internal organs had been shattered, though it wasn't visible on the outside.

Clearly, it had been killed by internal martial arts, leaving no external injuries, not even a bruise.

Because the passageway was not clear, the force was continuously transmitted from person to person, and each one died during the transmission process.

By the time it reached the last person, the expanding force had absorbed a large amount of vital energy, causing a violent sympathetic detonation.

The last Sakaaran mercenary was turned into high explosives, blowing the tightly shut, heavy iron door outward.

Boom!

Corvus Glaive, who had just found the Cosmic Orb, hadn't even reached for it when the iron door behind him exploded, sending him crashing against the wall.

If not for his special constitution, modified to increase his resistance to impact, he would have already been flattened like a sandwich.

But under the immense impact, he couldn't get up for a while, completely embedded in the wall.

A red light flashed from Steve's left hand, creating an illusion.

The Outriders rushing from behind kept chasing him, and even Proxima Midnight saw the illusion.

Steve reached out to pick up the Orb, a metal sphere.

When opened, a brilliant purple light flashed.

An ancient, thumb-nail-sized gem floated within it.

The Power Stone!

Representing the pure law of power, a punch with the Power Stone could knock Captain Marvel flying, leaving her unable to get up for a while.

It wasn't that it could kill her, but it would cause her substantial harm, just like an ordinary person knocked down needs time to recover before getting up.

For Steve, he possessed the Time Stone, Space Stone(Tesseract), Reality Stone (Aether Particle); now, with the addition of the Power Stone, he had four Infinity Stones in hand.

The Mind Stone was still in Sokovia; after returning this time, he could conveniently retrieve and secure it, and bring Scarlet Witch Wanda over.

After waiting so long, he had to make sure the Witch fulfilled her duties and obligations as a wife.

Furthermore, besides its simple and crude utilization mechanism, the Power Stone had another function.

That was to charge other Infinity Stones, allowing them to exert greater effects.

If the limit of the Reality Stone was to transform a Planet, then with the amplification of the Power Stone, it could change an entire Milky Way Galaxy, turning the Milky Way Galaxy into a giant ball of cotton.

It's not that it absolutely requires the Power Stone to achieve this; simply relying on the Power Stone's own power would just be slower.

Having it is better, but not having it is also fine.

All six Infinity Stones are relatively independent, not affecting each other, but they can complement each other.

Steve did not want a fanatical madman like Thanos to obtain the Infinity Stones; that would be a disaster.

For him, there were some things he might not use himself, but they had to be in his own hands.

Having a sword but not using it, and having no sword to use, are two different matters.

The former can sit down and reason with the other party; if the other party is unwilling or refuses, then he can also use a little force to persuade the other party to be sensible.

But if it's the latter, then just take the beating obediently; no need to ask why, no need to know, because the weak don't deserve to know.

What effect can collecting all six Infinity Stones have?

None, it just allows him to live more comfortably and ensure the safety of his wife and daughters' lives.

Bang!

The illusion dissipated as he returned to his original position, just as he reached for the Cosmic Orb.

Corvus Glaive recovered, and a punch from him met Steve's, just enough to push him back, allowing Corvus Glaive to snatch the Cosmic Orb into his hand.

"I'll hold him off, you go back first."

Proxima Midnight promptly drew a long sword, swinging it left and right to attack.

"Be careful, this guy is a bit strange."

Corvus Glaive also knew that completing the mission was more important, so he activated the Q-type spaceship's anti-gravity device, pulling himself into the ship.

Steve sneered, not stopping the other party from escaping.

With his abilities, he could even dismantle the spaceship, yet he didn't, instead allowing the other party to leave.

"Just leaving like that?

Very good, beautiful, you are qualified to be my prisoner, and then bear children for your new Master."

"Bullshit! Go to hell, scum!"

Proxima Midnight was furious. To talk to her like that in front of her husband was asking for death!

Corvus Glaive stared intently at Steve, as if to engrave his image in his mind.

He swore he would make this guy, who flirted with his wife, pay the price. It would undoubtedly be his Planet, his entire home Planet turning to ashes in a sea of fire.

Countless Outriders, under Proxima Midnight's command, charged forward, attempting to overwhelm him with a human wave, tear his body apart with their claws, and then devour him!

Left foot forward, right foot back, hands drawing circles.

Left hand in front of his body, right hand at his waist, he gathered his breath and focused his mind, energy flowing through his body, then he fiercely punched out with his right fist.

Bang!

The force of the energy was transmitted again, monster after monster, one after another, continuously drawing vital energy and bouncing to the next victim.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of explosions erupted, and for a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the putrid blood emitted a pungent smell.

These Outriders, whose defensive capabilities were not outstanding and could even be killed by traditional gunpowder weapons, exploded one after another.

The blast waves from the three forces even blew Proxima Midnight, who was behind, away, despite being five meters away from the explosion.

However, the combined force of the three blasts still sent her flying, and she crashed against the steel wall of the passageway.

It seemed she had injured a bone; propped up by her long sword, she half-knelt on the ground, she was already wounded!

All over a hundred Outriders in the entire area were killed; not a single one survived.

Only the Sakaaran mercenaries on the periphery were still alive, but Steve did not give them a chance to breathe.

He pulled out his upgraded Infinity Bullet Pistol; the traditional gunpowder bullets had been replaced by laser beams, each capable of easily penetrating steel masks.

Accurately headshotting them, no need for follow-up attacks, no need for any extra bullets.

Just one shot, one shot to the head, and most creatures would die instantly.

The Sakaaran mercenaries in other positions raised their laser rifles, frantically pulling the triggers at Steve.

Beams of light flew over, incredibly fast, yet they couldn't hit Steve at all.

Each time, they just barely hit the edge; it looked like a hit, but in fact, it didn't hit at all, completely just grazing shots!

Yet, every one of Steve's laser bullets could accurately hit them, heads exploding one after another.

Whether they hid behind cover or fired a shot and moved to a new spot.

The laser bullets seemed to track; they could even ricochet off walls and then accurately hit their heads.

Too terrifying!

They had never seen such a strong person; even if Stevewas occasionally hit, it was only because he didn't dodge.

A beam that could easily penetrate the twenty-centimeter-thick, strongest front armor of a heavy tank didn't even break the skin of his stealth suit.

This kind of defense was already considered invincible.

With the foundation laid by previous missions, Stevenow only needed to continuously collect resources to upgrade his equipment.

Upgrading to bullets that could automatically seek enemies, and a stealth suit that could absorb laser bullets as energy replenishment, were all options after upgrading.

And multiple effects could coexist without conflict.

This was no longer something science could explain; many things that cannot be cognitively understood simply exist, and that makes them reasonable.

By the time Steve walked in front of Proxima Midnight, all the soldiers she had brought were killed; not a single one escaped, and naturally, not a single one survived.

The entire prison had turned into a meat grinder; still warm blood, a chaotic scene, shattered armor, all spoke of the fierce battle that had taken place here.

"You are very strong, but it's useless. Master will flatten Chitauri Star.

Even your Planet will face its doomsday in a sea of fire.

Heh heh, tremble.

If you don't want to die, you can surrender now. I can introduce you to Master.

Whether Master takes a liking to you depends on your fortune."

Proxima Midnight knew that resistance was futile, so she simply stopped resisting. Instead, she used words to stabilize Steve, preventing him from suddenly attacking.

The previous explosion and collision had already injured her; now, even moving was difficult.

As long as her husband aimed all the weapons on the spaceship at Steve, and she used her unique smoke bombs to obscure his vision.

Through the spaceship's anti-gravity device, she could instantly return to the ship, and then Steve on the ground would become a living target, obliterated into dust by the energy cannons' lasers!

Edith had already detected the presence of the Dark Order's spaceship; it had to be said that Thanos's technology was still very advanced.

He himself had no superpowers but could enhance himself through technology.

No flashy superpowers, unlike a sorcerer who could use magic.

Nor like Spider-Man, who could shoot out webs for adhesion.

Nor like Thor, who could comprehend the law of lightning and summon lightning under any circumstances.

Thanos simply relied on the robust physique of a Titanand combat skills honed over years of campaigning and slaughtering life across the Universe.

Such a being could crush Thor; even if Hela came, it would likely be very difficult for her to break his defense.

A thick-skinned tank with very high damage, apart from lacking long-range attack methods, he was practically invincible.

The more powerful, the more obvious the weakness.

"You don't need to try and stall for time anymore. You're waiting for your husband, and I'm waiting to shoot down your spaceship."

As soon as Steve finished speaking, countless cannons were already aimed at the Q-type spaceship, roaring.

Proxima Midnight's face turned pale with shock; she disregarded her own safety.

"Go quickly, take the item back to Master!"

"But what about you!"

Corvus Glaive was reluctant to leave his wife, but the mission was at hand; if he delayed, his wife would surely die!

Chapter 223 Don't Mess with the Captain's Wife

The activated laser cannons exploded on the spaceship's hull. Corvus Glaive's previously hesitant expression immediately cleared up. He didn't even wait for his wife to be extracted before he immediately activated the warp engine.

The spaceship instantly accelerated and shot out, breaking through the atmosphere and heading towards the nearest jump point.

After three consecutive jumps, Corvus Glaive finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know why, but after hearing Steve's words, he looked down and saw Steve smiling at him.

The smile was incredibly sinister and cunning, as if, upon his capture, what awaited him was not death, but endless torment.

Under such circumstances, how could he dare to linger? Of course, he hurried back to quickly hand in the mission and beg Thanos to intervene, leading his army to purge Chitauri Star and rescue his wife.

Although fleeing was a shameful act, especially abandoning his wife to escape alone.

But if he didn't run, both of them would die there, which would be even more hopeless.

At least one got away, and could bring people back to take revenge.

In the prison.

Proxima Midnight still wanted to say something, but before she could speak, a hand chop to her neck knocked her unconscious.

Steve took her to the spaceship and threw her into a special magic-suppressing prison.

This cell could continuously draw out special energy like magic, had anesthetic gas around the clock, and professional monitoring data. It was difficult even to die.

Hill came to the cell and looked at the tall, slender, yet not awkwardly thin alien woman, a hint of amusement on her lips.

"Husband, do you also want to try gene enhancement?"

How to enhance genes? That was a saying for the next generation.

As for how to have a next generation?

Good question, naturally by having children, does that still need to be asked?

It was a subtle way of teasing. Hill had no time for jealousy, nor would she be jealous.

"I don't have that plan yet. This is Proxima Midnight. She comes from the Black Order.

The leader of the Black Order is called Thanos, from the royal family of Titan.

His genes determine his powerful physique; laser cannons might not even be able to penetrate his defenses.

His goal is to eliminate half of all life to prevent the depletion of Universe resources. His home planet was annihilated due to resource scarcity and population explosion.

Such a person is very persistent and fanatical. His goal is to collect the Infinity Stones. Once the six Infinity Stones are gathered and channeled through a special gauntlet...

With just a snap of his fingers, he could erase half, or even all, life in the entire Universe.

It's somewhat like a wish coming true, but this is the real-life version!

Such a figure will be a threat to us sooner or later. By capturing this woman, we can extract and interrogate more intelligence.

Thanos has four capable generals, known as the Black Order. She is one of them.

Moreover, she already has a husband, who I just scared away. I'm not the kind of person whose small head controls his big head.

Wife, you actually dare to doubt me, so I've decided that after the war, I'll reward you with a second child."

The preceding words were quite serious, indicating that an unprecedented scale of Universe war was definitely coming in the future.

But the last sentence made Hill roll her eyes helplessly. Was a second child considered a reward? It was more like a punishment!

"Leave her to me. Jean and I will interrogate her. We will know all her secrets.

You need to be careful. Now that we have a clear enemy, our next step should be to take down Chitauri Star.

We'll use this place to build our outpost, then expand our army and production, using a large number of robots to face their army.

At the same time, you also need to improve yourself. Soldier against soldier, general against general. Only if you defeat Thanos will the war below have meaning."

Hill's teasing and helplessness were fleeting. She also knew what the main point was: the top-tier combat power showdown.

Whoever won would dictate the future direction of the war.

Cannon fodder could save manpower, material, and financial resources, and was used to occupy territory, while high-level combat power was used to secure victory.

"Don't worry, for us, and for our daughter, I will not lose."

Steve's tone was very firm; he would absolutely not allow himself to lose this battle.

Collecting the Infinity Stones was for this moment, to turn the tide of defeat at the last minute.

As for Thanos being impenetrable?

That was because the attack power wasn't high enough; if it was high enough, it could be penetrated.

Twenty minutes later.

Chitauri Star's ground had basically fallen, and numerous shelters were blown open, causing refugees to flee.

The garrison forces could not organize an effective defense amidst the refugee tide, unable to even approach their command posts.

Although their firepower had reduced Wakanda's forces to one-third, the remaining one-third split into two parts and went underground.

They would occasionally pop out to fire a shot, then move to another location, engaging them in guerrilla warfare.

Each time they killed a few people, they would run, not lingering in battle.

If they couldn't win a positional battle, then they would play dirty.

The remaining few hundred warriors were no longer sufficient for a direct confrontation. Even the rhinoceros units wearing Vibranium-plated armor were mostly annihilated in one round of artillery fire.

The Vibranium armor was even split in half!

It was truly hard to imagine that the enemy's firepower could be so powerful, that even Vibranium couldn't withstand it.

It wasn't that Vibranium was ineffective, but rather that these armors weren't pure Vibranium; they also incorporated titanium alloy.

Vibranium wasn't so easily damaged, but titanium alloy was another matter.

The space battlefield was similar; ten thousand robots were created.

Edith's computing power allowed her to control ten thousand robots simultaneously, each performing individual actions.

Even one more was impossible; it was the limit, unless computing power could be further increased and transmission methods remained unaffected, and so on.

Of the ten thousand robots, only less than three thousand remained; the others, after being hit, became wreckage, drifting in space.

Looking across, an entire area was filled with floating, broken steel debris.

There were also many Nova Corps soldiers' remains, each with their own manner of death, all without exception gritting their teeth or filled with terror.

At this moment, a large number of warships suddenly appeared in the distance. These fleets had been urgently transferred from afar.

Their headquarters were under attack, and the legions scattered across various locations were also making rapid jumps regardless of losses.

This was an act that severely damaged the spaceships; the metal itself had fatigue and a tolerance limit.

It required time to recover, and continuous high pressure could easily lead to fractures.

"Master, the enemy fleet is too numerous; I can't defend against them.

If the robot configuration were upgraded again, making them more suitable for space combat, I would be able to defend."

Edith's voice rang out again, still emotionless and cold, but without the mechanical synthesis tone.

As an artificial intelligence, she could not lie, nor did she know how to hide, much less feel shame; she only knew one thing: to speak the truth.

If she could block them, she could block them; if she couldn't, she couldn't.

She could try her best to resist, but for a miracle to happen, the other side would have to suddenly go crazy.

"It's alright, leave it to me.

Disperse all the robots; there's no need to gather them. Prepare for post-battle cleanup."

Steve flashed into space, shield in his left hand, the hammer mjolnir in his right, and the large red Cloak of Levitation tied behind him.

One man facing an army, with no support, only the steady, mountain-like, unwavering courage.

Iron Man Tony was stunned by this scene. He had never witnessed Steve's performance on the battlefield, always believing it was exaggerated, a result of propaganda.

When this scene appeared before his eyes, he knew why the other person was Captain America.

Nothing else, just because of this scene.

Facing thousands of soldiers, with Mount Tai collapsing before him yet his expression unchanged—this was the temperament a leader should possess.

Steve could do it; he admitted he couldn't reach that level, which was why the other person was Captain America.

War Machine Rhodey watched silently, his heart surging, unconsciously raising his hand in a military salute.

Only this way could he express his respect. What could show more respect than a new recruit saluting a veteran?

Whiplash floated in outer space, watching this scene. Even though he was a Soviet, he felt the other person was very admirable.

Not for any other reason, but because such a person could transcend national boundaries, transcend everything.

Fearlessness in the face of death was a quality that could be spoken of, but when truly witnessed, it was different.

Such a scene was truly shocking and deeply admirable.

Commander Lanster let out a sinister laugh; he had not yet realized the gravity of the situation.

"He actually wants to face our fleet alone!

Was the home fleet defeated by such a person? How shameful! Now, our Tenth Legion will wash away this disgrace!

All units, prepare to fire!"

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The attack on the homeland meant the Commander was likely in grave danger.

Even if she was still alive, her authority would suffer a huge blow. If even the homeland fell, what right did she have to remain in the Commander's position?

New Star Supreme was appointed every year, and this year it should be his turn, shouldn't it?

This idea was similar to that of a certain five-star general, MacArthur, both wanting to make a fortune from war, raise their military merits, and then return to run for the position of supreme ruler.

Both blindly believed they could win, could achieve victory, and absolutely could not lose!

Steve was also prepared to face the Universe fleet alone, a scene witnessed by everyone on the ground.

No one didn't admire him, not even Black Panther, who had suffered heavy losses with the Wakandan army; at this moment, he was only filled with respect.

Facing such a fearless strongman was already remarkable.

That the other party could do this, possessed such courage, and dared to sacrifice themselves. What did it matter if they lost a few thousand people? It was all for peace.

To be able to take the first step and enter the struggle of Universe civilizations was enough to be recorded in history.

Boom!

A sympathetic detonation occurred at the rear of the Nova Corps fleet, with one spaceship after another exploding.

It seemed to have been hit by a powerful shell, and the immense firepower caused the entire spaceship to explode.

Countless steel debris floated in space. The legion soldiers, deprived of oxygen, continued to struggle, but soon a layer of frost appeared on their surfaces. This was the low temperature in space, causing them to freeze.

Death, continuous death, casualties soared in an instant.

"Report, Commander, the rear fleet is under attack!"

"What's going on! Immediately form a defensive formation, send a portion of the rear spaceships out to block, and the rest form a defensive formation."

Although Lanster was eager to gain merit, his basic combat qualities were still intact.

Sacrificing a portion of his forces to tie down an unknown enemy, allowing the majority of spaceships to easily form a networked defensive formation, covering the safety of the main fleet.

It had to be said, this was a very clever choice.

However, the enemies behind them were no less powerful than Chitauri Star. This surprise attack from the rear had been long premeditated.

As the Nova Corps prepared to link up, a special missile pierced through the hail of gunfire, slipping through the gaps between the spaceships.

It exploded at the center point where the Nova ships were about to connect, and the electromagnetic pulse caused the ships to malfunction, losing control and drifting in space like headless flies.

At this moment, the Empire fleet continued to fire, with precise shots.

Every energy cannon shot would blow up a Nova Corpsspaceship, and large-scale destructive missiles were used for demolition.

Electromagnetic pulse missiles followed up, preventing any Nova Corps member from escaping, and not letting any spaceship get away.

In just ten minutes, fifty large spaceships mobilized by the Nova Corps were destroyed.

Over two thousand small, agile combat spaceships were shot down, and more than a hundred thousand taxi soldiers were killed.

When the spaceship broke through the debris and slowly appeared before them, the emblem painted on its hull was none other than the Kree Empire!

On the central energy command ship, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, stood Ronan the Accuser, who had transitioned from an Elf King to a Kree!

He was also a high-ranking official in the Kree Empire, an Accuser with command authority over legions.

Five years ago, when he attacked Chitauri Star, he had clashed with the Nova Corps. Both sides were evenly matched, stalemated.

However, Captain Marvel's arrival directly annihilated his fleet.

This led to his defeat. The last time on Earth, Captain Marvel also caused his defeat, and this time it was Captain Marvel again—this was simply a nemesis!

But he couldn't beat her. He had originally intended to die in battle, but his adjutant risked his life to pull him away.

Upon returning, he was humiliated by high-ranking officers and stripped of his power by the Supreme Council.

With nowhere else to turn, he chose to cooperate with Thanos, borrowed a fleet, and raised a force within the Kree Empire. This time, he vowed to take down Chitauri Star.

He aimed to wash away the stain on his military career; as long as he captured Chitauri Star, he could return to the high ranks of the Kree Empire.

He could also easily return what he borrowed from Thanos.

This was the psychology of a desperate gambler, a plan to go all-in.

It just so happened that the Nova Corps' taxi soldiers below had provoked and threatened Hill, hitting a brick wall.

If Steve hadn't sent people to attack, Ronan, even if he had successfully ambushed the Nova Corps, would have found it difficult to face the other fleets supporting from afar and would still have faced a crushing defeat.

Chapter 224: Destroy If You Can't Get It

At this moment, Ronan felt he had reached the peak of his life; his great vendetta was avenged, and his thoughts were clear.

His former enemies were now easily defeated, as natural and simple as eating and drinking, without any pressure.

"My Lord Commander, there is one more person ahead, neither Chitauri nor Nova Corps.

Currently, we cannot detect which Planet he is from."

"Issue the order: all troops, be on alert, aim at him, and prepare to fire!"

Ronan stood by the panoramic window, looking at Captain America floating in space.

He didn't know this was Captain America; he just felt an uneasy twitch in his eyelids.

Because that posture and gaze gave him a very uncomfortable feeling and stirred up a bad memory.

When invading the Blue Star back then, he had all his missiles blown up by a woman, and his legion's warships were destroyed one after another.

Spaceships made of steel and metal had no problem resisting missile attacks, yet they were shattered by the opponent's bare body.

Flesh and blood resisting steel and metal—was this even human?

Terrified, he immediately teleported back to the space jump point and fled.

This scene was an extreme humiliation and a lingering shadow in his heart.

Now, seeing Steve in this pose, he was clearly just as defiant as that woman, and just as annoying!

Turning mjolnir, the hammer began to spin at high speed, and Steve's smile was a bit wild.

"You have been surrounded by me!

If you don't surrender, then die!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was dumbfounded.

The ground forces also had strange expressions; this was a rare rest period, and both sides needed to replenish their Consumption and treat the wounded.

Killmonger's mouth twitched; even if he didn't like T'Challa, he still had to ask.

"Is he always this arrogant?"

One man facing an entire Universe fleet, claiming he had surrounded them—had he gone mad?

"A little, perhaps."

Black Panther couldn't quite explain why, but this brother-in-law was indeed a bit too arrogant.

The airborne special forces all wore proud expressions; this was their Captain, this was Captain America, this was HYDRA leader Steve!

He was just that strong, just that crazy, yet unusually rational—perhaps this was why he was HYDRA's leader.

Thor was also dumbfounded; he was already arrogant enough, but he didn't expect the other party to be even more arrogant.

Was this Steve's true face?

"Is this Steve?

I feel like I'm getting to know him again."

"No wonder he can be my brother-in-law; he and my eldest sister are a match made in heaven.

I'm impressed."

Loki shrugged; this brother-in-law was indeed awesome, truly formidable, to conquer his sister Hela.

This truly required not only strength but also being even crazier than Hela.

"Too crazy, Father, no wonder you said Steve is not to be trifled with; he's truly strong, very arrogant.

Do you think he truly has that ability?"

Green Goblin's expression was somewhat incredulous; the side effect of the serum was to make people crazy, but when a madman meets a madman, only a true madman will make a fake madman feel fear.

Their madness was more a form of bullying against the weak.

When facing a strong opponent, this personality would greatly restrain itself, and their eyes would clear up.

For no other reason than that fawning over the powerful and bullying the weak is the norm, a gene etched into their bones.

"From now on, just know that whatever Captain says, we do.

My intuition has always been accurate."

Green Goblin's insane personality would sober up considerably when seeing Steve; they all knew one thing: the other party was ruthless, though on the surface he seemed well-loved.

But in reality, if you truly provoked him, what you'd taste wouldn't be an iron fist, but death!

Compared to their admiration and awe, Hill and the others were filled with adoration and excitement.

This was their husband, this was a true man.

This scene must be filmed, so they could tell their daughters later that their father was a brave warrior, a strong man who dared to face a thousand armies!

"So cool, this is Steve!"

Polaris cheered; she loved defiant people like Steve, and she loved his madness.

Some men are usually very honest, but at critical moments, they can always step up; you can always trust him.

"Yes, this is Steve!"

Hill lowered her head and wiped away a tear; she wasn't sad, but crying tears of joy and excitement.

Under everyone's gaze, Ronan gave the order.

The spaceship's laser cannons were ready and roared as they fired at Steve.

The azure laser beams formed a wide barrage; the distance between each beam was not enough for a normal person to pass through.

No matter how one dodged, they would be riddled with holes!

An orange-yellow portal opened, appearing on the other side.

A large number of laser beams entered the portal, then flew back from another direction, hitting the Kree Empire's warships at extremely high speed.

Boom!

One, two, three, countless laser cannon shells hit the floating warships.

When the sustained bombardment exceeded its limit, the warships also exploded, and the continuous shelling ignited the ships' energy cores, blowing the entire spaceship into fragments!

This bizarre magic completely bewildered the Kree, who always relied on technology.

What kind of operation was this?

magic was a taboo; few could even learn it, and it rarely appeared.

Every magician needed talent, and there were no lone wandering magicians.

If there were, they would surely be fakes.

As their own warships were continuously hit by their own artillery fire, Ronan's arrogant expression turned to astonishment and bewilderment, leaving him speechless for a long time.

"Impossible! This is impossible! This is not scientific at all!"

The adjutant also felt his scalp tingle; he didn't know what this was either.

"How about we stop the artillery attack?

Deal with him with a boarding action?"

"Hmph! Stop all artillery attacks, send out Chitauriwarships for boarding action, kill him!"

Ronan could only try this; in space combat, relying on ship cannons to blast the opponent into dust was the mainstream method.

Just like naval warfare, it was all about intense shelling.

In modern times, boarding actions are rarely mentioned; they are too ancient, too primitive, and have been phased out.

Before they could even get close for hand-to-hand combat, they might already be blasted to pieces!

Whoosh!

The moment the beam energy stopped, Steve streaked across like light speed.

Boom!

A sturdy spaceship was forcibly rammed open by him, its outer shell punched with a gaping hole.

Many instruments and soldiers screamed as they were sucked into space by the vacuum, instantly frozen by the extremely low temperature, and either froze to death or suffocated as oxygen ran out.

This scene triggered Ronan's stress response; it was this scene again!

Wasn't this exactly like that Captain Marvel!

Beast! Beast!

A Chitauri warship menacingly charged towards him, but Steve showed no fear, a stream of light appearing around him as he met it head-on like a cannonball.

Boom!

The sturdy Chitauri spaceship was directly breached, and the powerful impact caused the entire warship to shake violently, with sparks flying from its internal devices.

A half-biological, half-mechanical Leviathan whale swallowed Steve directly into its belly; this attack method was very effective.

Its internal intestines could secrete highly corrosive acid; even titanium alloy would be completely digested after just one day of soaking in this acid!

Unfortunately, this was just a fantasy; it might work against others, but against Steve, it could only be laughable.

Accompanied by bursts of explosions, the Leviathan's armor also loosened, and finally, with a mournful cry, it became a lifeless object floating in space.

Steve broke through the Leviathan's armor and continued to fly forward, weaving through various types of spaceships and warships.

At the same time, the Kree's laser energy cannons all aimed and fired at Steve, thick laser beams cutting through the darkness.

Steve swung Mjolnir, instantly summoning a layer of lightning shield, blocking all the laser energy cannon attacks.

Lightning and lasers collided, erupting in dazzling light that illuminated this dark cosmic space.

"Damn it! Another cheater!"

Ronan angrily swung his hammer; every time at the last moment, someone always came out to cause trouble.

He could have taken Chitauri Star, but why did it always end in failure!

"Commander, perhaps we should retreat first.

They are also fighting the Nova Corps; once the remaining Nova Corps forces are depleted, we can make our move."

The adjutant didn't want to die; if the opponent were a normal person, capable of being fought, he would never have said this.

Even against a transcendentally powerful individual, as long as there was a turning point like the Infinity Stones, he would be willing to fight to the death.

Only when there was no hope at all was continuing to fight to the death an extremely foolish and unwise approach.

Either retreat or surrender; it wasn't shameful.

Those who thought it was shameful were already dead, having died for their ridiculous pride.

"Cannot retreat! I cannot retreat!

On Blue Star, I retreated once.

On Chitauri Star, I retreated again.

Now I have to keep retreating, do I still have any face left!"

Ronan was unwilling, truly unwilling.

This time, he had clearly come to pick the peaches.

And he had annihilated most of the Nova Corps' foreign aid legions in one fell swoop, even achieving an unprecedented complete annihilation!

Now, he was once again facing such a transcendent existence, forced to abandon his strategic plan.

All efforts, in the face of others' transcendent power, were insignificant, a laughable existence.

"But if we don't retreat now, we have absolutely no hope of victory, unless we can find a way to counter the opponent.

Or some powerful weapon that can control, defeat, or even kill him.

Unfortunately, Commander, we currently possess none of these."

The adjutant was very clear-headed; honor had nothing to do with him.

He was just here to gain experience and burnish his resume.

Perhaps in the future, he could even be promoted to Legion Commander based on this experience; he couldn't die, absolutely couldn't die!

"Powerful weapon or treasure?"

Ronan immediately thought of the Power Stone, a legendary treasure.

One gem embedded in a weapon could unleash earth-shattering power.

One strike could destroy an entire Planet, just one hit!

This was a power that transcended scientific understanding, a power that could not be explained or defined.

Although an oversized nuclear bomb could also destroy a Planet, that would only be a small Planet, like a moon satellite, not very large.

The Power Stone, however, only needed one strike to annihilate everything on the surface and in the core, then turn into a dying star.

What would happen then?

It would become a black hole after a number of years, capable of absorbing all nearby objects.

"Yes, retreat, retreat first.

Order the fleet to all convoy to Sector B134, we are going to find Thanos!"

Ronan was simply exasperated; if there were another way for him to turn the tide, he wouldn't refuse.

Although retreating again was very humiliating, such things were either once or countless times.

If one could face the disparity, retreating could also be called a strategic transfer.

If one was arrogant and looked down on oneself, then it was all for naught, no matter how many times.

The fleet, having received the order, breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they could continue to fight to the death, being able to avoid death and retreat quickly was also a good thing.

On the other side, a unique spaceship landed.

It discharged large quantities of compounds, used to turn the entire Planet into a desolate wasteland.

And it dispatched a large number of Outriders and large Outriders, as well as a type of zombie-like monster.

Undoubtedly, this was Thanos's spaceship.

Corvus Glaive knew he couldn't save his wife, so he might as well make Steve even more disgusted.

Want to take Chitauri Star to expand your influence?

Then destroy Chitauri Star!

A Planet being directly destroyed; trying to artificially create a Planet was almost impossible and impractical.

The formation of a Planet was the result of multiple factors; relying on artificial means was truly wishful thinking.

Life, vegetation, atmosphere—these were all very difficult to achieve.

It must be said that Corvus Glaive's move was indeed quite ruthless; if he couldn't have it, he'd destroy it, truly worthy of being Thanos's confidant.

The Nova Corps and Wakanda army, who were originally going to continue, were surrounded by a tide-like swarm of Outriders, with no organized communication, and immediately went into battle.

Fortunately, they could barely hold out relying on underground fortifications, but the enemy numbers were simply too great.

"What the hell is this thing!"

Killmonger also felt his scalp tingle; his arrogance was gone, having witnessed too many powerful individuals and technologies beyond his comprehension.

He had always been proud of being able to dominate the World, but now, after being teleported to Chitauri Star and witnessing the power of other civilizations, he fell silent.

Sometimes, people cannot be taught by people, but by events—one lesson, and they learn!

Winter Soldier's side was also in a bitter struggle; too many Outriders suddenly appeared, and even superheroes were being pushed back.

These Outriders were basically similar in physique to super soldiers, with strength and defense, very suitable as cannon fodder.

They found it very difficult to deal with them, especially with firearms and bullets, which needed replenishment.

After a major battle, they had just finished resupplying, but their energy recovery was not that fast.