Facts proved that when Duval gradually loosened his control over the aliens, allowing these killing machines to flourish and thrive across the universe,
the aliens would expand at an astonishing rate. These creatures were naturally suited to killing and obsessed with reproduction and expansion.
The true credit for the growth of the alien population lay undoubtedly with the Predators.
The Predators, represented by Kruger, constantly sought suitable planets to deploy the aliens.
Of course, they weren't doing good deeds, nor were they truly pledging allegiance to Duval, nor were they parasitized by the aliens; they simply did so to employ them.
"Hahahaha, another deal! It's awesome to have these good guys on my team!"
Yondu burst into laughter as he boarded the spaceship. He was overjoyed. Seeing the multi-million dollar deal he had secured, a swift success, it was like a golden opportunity falling from the sky.
Efficient and precise, they were simply the perfect mercenaries. Even planets renowned for their mercenaries were largely inferior to these aliens. This was Yondu's assessment of the aliens.
Yondu had been in the universe for so long, having seen all manner of races, but this was the first time he had encountered a species with such high average quality.
Even the lowest-level aliens were veritable killing machines, reaching adulthood in mere hours, requiring no training whatsoever. They were capable of flawless combat, effectively devastating most untrained, ordinary beings.
As for the fact that widespread deployment of aliens would lead to exponential expansion, Yondu was no fool.
However, even if the universe were completely teeming with aliens, that would be many years away. After all, Yondu pondered the matter and concluded that he might not even live to see that point. Perhaps it would be hundreds or even thousands of years before he would have to worry about such trivial matters. After all, the universe was so vast, with countless planets.
Most importantly, how could a predator like Yondu even consider the future of the universe? He only chooses the outcome that's most beneficial to him, hiring more aliens to carry out more missions, earn more money, and gain greater status and fame.
Ask all the cosmic villains who have entered the Void: who by now doesn't know Yondu's reputation? Who doesn't know that he's closely associated with the aliens, and that only the Reavers he leads can employ them in combat?
Yondu gazes triumphantly at the twenty or so aliens standing behind him, silent as icebergs.
Simply by dropping a batch of aliens onto a habitable planet in a star system, he can secure the services of one.
They show no fear, never retreat, and absolutely execute, willing to self-harm or even deliberately commit suicide to achieve their goal of annihilating the enemy.
Yondu constantly rethinks his understanding, both horrified and delighted by the creatures' execution and combat prowess.
"Kruger, let's discuss this further. Find a new star system, and then bring the aliens..."
Yondu turns back to consult with his right-hand man, when the spaceship he's on makes a muffled thud.
"Yondu, it's Quill. That guy's ramming us straight into the ship. Should we activate the ship's artillery and take him out?"
"No, damn bastard! I raised a traitor, of course I have to kill him! He must have a reason for doing this. Bring him here!" Yondu roared immediately.
That brat actually came back of his own accord? Since he's a traitor, why didn't he just run away? Instead of coming back to die? Back in the Void, Quill had taken advantage of the chaos and escaped, thus escaping his control.
Now he's daring to come back of his own accord. Is he desperate? No, it shouldn't be like this, otherwise Star-Lord wouldn't be worthy of being raised by him.
"Look who this is? I think I see a stray dog, wagging its tail as it runs towards its owner." Yondu stood up and coldly regarded the burly man. Noting that he wasn't seriously injured and was in good spirits, a look of satisfaction crossed his face.
Quill said seriously, "Hey, I came back to see you. I'm not kidding, Yondu. I've got a big deal to discuss with you."
"I taught you how to kill and rob, but I don't think I taught you how to be polite to me."
"Hey, old man, tell me politely, do you want to join me on this deal?"
All the raiders laughed, and some even gave Quill a thumbs-up, praising him, saying that Quill was worthy of being raised by Yondu and was definitely a qualified scumbag from the raiders.
But this didn't stop them from wanting to kill Quill, but when they saw the big guy behind him, they immediately suppressed the impulse.
"It seems you've been having a good time lately, but I need you to explain to me what's going on with those aliens behind you?" Yondu sneered. "You shouldn't have taken the Marauder's helpers with you after you withdrew."
"Ha, it seems your recent successes have gone to your head. Wasn't it Kruger who brought these guys in the first place? They've been cooperating with you on equal terms until now. You don't really think the aliens are fighting fearlessly and suffering constant casualties just for you, do you? Don't you dare say that to the aliens behind you? See if they'll turn hostile and tear you to pieces."
Quill was also followed by two aliens. At this moment, the Star-Lord confidently confronted Yondu.
Yondu's face suddenly turned grim, especially in front of so many of his men. Being mocked by his adopted son like that, his dignity was shattered.
But he had to admit that Quill was right.
Did Yondu really not covet the aliens? Did he really not want to keep them as permanent members, rather than using them as teammates with a limited number of uses? Of course he wanted to, but he knew clearly that doing so would be courting death.
These aliens had shone in wars that shook countless planets, battling the Protoss and their subordinate races. It was rumored that some were incredibly powerful heroes, capable of confronting the mighty Celestial Father and even beings beyond him.
This meant that control of the aliens was beyond the reach of someone of Yondu's stature. Only a young, mysterious, and incredibly powerful man of Earth origin could be their eternal master.
That man held absolute authority over these aliens, possessing supreme power and, according to rumors, possessed a formidable wisdom—though Yondu doubted it. How could such a powerful human exist?
Facing such a powerful and influential figure, Yondu simply didn't know how to wrestle the aliens, a subordinate race, from his grasp. It was impossible.
"You idiots who only know how to laugh, haven't you realized yet? As time goes by, the various enemies we face are very likely to employ aliens. Think about it, what will the scene be like then? We are leading a group of aliens to fight against a group of guys with aliens? The worse result is that we receive a robbery order and use aliens to rob those who are also protected by aliens."
Quill was in a foul mood, unhesitatingly mocking the villains who had practically grown up with him. "I really, really suspect that in a few years, the universe will be filled with employers and bounty hunters who bring aliens with them. Those who can't hire aliens will find ways to do so, because all their enemies have them, and they have to have them too."
This reminded Quill of his few memories of Earth.
It was like putting up mosquito nets in the summer: either no one uses them, or everyone uses them. Once one person uses a mosquito net, everyone else, whether they like it or not, must also get one if they want to avoid being targeted by mosquitoes. That's how the atmosphere becomes inward-looking.
Throughout the history of the universe, it seemed like nothing like this had ever happened. Whether they wanted to or not, whether they were good or evil, it seemed that not having a few aliens around in the future would be the biggest mistake in the universe. In Earth's terms, it would be politically incorrect. "Okay, let's get down to business. Thanos has given me a mission to seize something called the Cosmic Orb. He's asking for 180 million!"
"What, Thanos, the famous cosmic butcher?"
"180 million? Oh, he's such a generous man! That's enough to keep us going for ages!"
The raiders exclaimed in amazement, their mouths watering.
Yondu's face remained emotionless, and he made no comment about his men's misbehavior. After all, what else would a villain in the business of robbery do if not for money? For love and peace?
"Thanos? The Cosmic Orb? Logically, someone like him wouldn't notice a small-time character like us. Why would he choose you? Because of the Alien? Isn't that lunatic secretly targeting Earth?"
Yondu muttered. But looking at his excited subordinates, he decided to do it. He had no choice. He knew with his toes that these subordinates would try to eliminate him, the boss, and then select a new boss who could take over their orders and make money.
For example, Quill.
Yondu then thought, the Alien was standing right beside him. Even if the famous Thanos wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to observe the Alien's characteristics and what he thought of Earth, it would be none of his business.
Although Thanos was cruel, at least one thing was recognized: he had a good reputation. He would pay when he said he would.
And he was not like some wicked people who like to complete a transaction with a client, then turn around and stab them in the back and take back the money they paid.
"To be on the safe side, we need to hire more aliens as help. You see, the more we have, the higher our chances of success and the lower the risk," Yondu said.
Kruger said, "I should remind you that Kamar-Taj has also begun sending aliens to various planets. Earth's mages are doing the same thing as us, but perhaps even more efficiently."
"Whether Thanos and Duva come to blows is none of our business. We'll make a quick decision, complete this deal, and then immediately retreat to a remote galaxy for a while."
Yondu decided to seize the Cosmic Orb.
He didn't even care what it was. Would he run away with it even if he knew? The Predators were no superheroes, determined to protect the world and the Cosmic Butcher to the bitter end.
The rampant expansion of the aliens had already aroused the alarm and fear of all forces in the universe.
A newly emerging, massive force, destined to dominate the vast expanse of the star system, was bound to cause new chaos.
In the Magellanic and Andromeda galaxies adjacent to the Milky Way, the Kree and Skrull Empires were the most worried, fearing an invasion of their territories by the Duva.
While they could still use high-tech weaponry to launch area-of-effect attacks against most aliens, the average strength of the aliens was increasing at an alarming rate, and each possessed symbiotes as personal equipment.
Furthermore, if a war broke out, they would have to face off against supposedly exceptionally powerful alien heroes, a situation they would find even more daunting.
Even the Skrull and Kree Empires
were unable to withstand several Celestial Father-level warriors. It's no wonder Thanos was forced to take action.
Some viewed the aliens as a threat, while others viewed these highly orderly creatures as a blessing.
Lapu.
This planet had an extremely poor ecological environment, with the vast majority of its surface covered in desert, and only a few oases lingering.
If there was anything truly special about this planet, it was the development of a largely unknown pantheon.
As mentioned before, any race that has developed for a while, either by seeking outside help or establishing its own pantheon, will attempt to establish its own pantheon. A prime example is the Skrulls, who established a Skrull pantheon composed of Skrulls.
On the planet Lap, however, the natives worshipped gods that were not of Lap origin.
"My child, hold on a little longer. If we can find our protective deity, we'll soon be rescued. He'll provide us with clean water and delicious food."
A pale-skinned man, holding his daughter, struggled through the desert, his face growing more desperate.
He couldn't find an oasis; all he could see was desert. How long could he and his daughter survive in such a harsh environment?
Few Lapians remained on the entire planet; the race had practically died out due to the harsh natural environment.
Gel felt that while he could die, his daughter must not become like him. He sought help from the deity, the one all Lapians had worshipped for countless years.
The deity was merciful and would not bear to see their loyal followers suffer such a tragic death. He would surely intervene.
Gel was convinced of this
, but as time went by, his pure faith was inevitably shaken, and he began to feel a great confusion: since God is so great, why is He unwilling to give even a tiny bit of His glory to His loyal believers? After all, he did not get something for nothing, he just wanted to obtain some of God's tiny gifts through his own efforts.
This doubt was growing wildly. Looking at his daughter struggling on the brink of death, destined to have no future and returning to death was only a matter of time, hatred grew from the bottom of his heart. It was like poison, once it appeared, it would only spread in the body.
Just as Gel was gradually going crazy.
Swish!
A golden light appeared in front of him, and then something fell down and landed on the desert with a bang.
Gel was stunned. On this dead planet, he rarely saw living things.
Chapter 121: Nar: It's broken, I'm a backup!
What fell?
Initially, Geer was completely bewildered. All he could see was windblown sand, occasionally finding water and food in the remaining oases, just barely surviving. He and his daughter hadn't seen anything new beyond the desert and its oasis in ages.
Something so different from their current surroundings was likely a disaster, but there was also a small chance it could be a lifeline. For Geer, there was no other choice. If he
didn't find a way to be rescued quickly, to find the gods, he didn't know how much longer he and his daughter could survive. Sooner or later, the desert would devour the planet, perhaps in just a few years?
Hopefully, Geer carried his daughter over.
He saw a golden circle of light floating in the air, revealing a completely different scene.
Geer was no uninformed primitive; he knew immediately that on the other side of the circle of light lay a strange world.
"Damn it, this is the planet you found with life? It's all sand everywhere you look. Are you sure a planet like this is even worthy of being called a garbage planet? You can't hire new aliens just because of it?"
"Be patient. You're not an alien, how do you know what aliens think? Maybe they prefer desert environments."
"Bullshit, this is a complete waste of time. But since an alien has already rushed over, let's just forget about it. This planet is clearly doomed. Instead of arguing, we should just find a new habitable planet and deploy more aliens."
The predators typically wouldn't place just one alien on a planet, but multiple.
However, this time, an alien had somehow gotten there first, and upon landing, it was sprinting at high speed, showing no intention of returning. The thugs didn't dare to say anything and simply closed the portal.
As for Gorr and his daughter...
yes, Yondu and the others saw them, but so what? If the aliens hadn't happened, and they had encountered the father and daughter, if they had a racial talent for combat, they might have recruited them into their raiding ranks.
But now, the two natives were on their own. To reproduce, the aliens needed a variety of hosts.
As Gel stared in despair, the portal closed.
"Who are those people? They don't look like gods, but outsiders... Just a little short, if I had run a little faster."
Gel lamented. He possessed immense strength, but the long period of lack of proper food had weakened his body.
Then the alien approached, standing before the father and daughter.
Its tall and slender figure, its seemingly slender arms actually packed with explosive power, its constantly lashing tail like a nimble blade, easily ripping through the air.
Especially the exaggerated skull, which seemed to extend from the skull to cover the entire back.
This creature's combat power was absolutely outrageous. At first glance, Gel was struck by the creature's insane beauty, then a surge of alarm.
This alien creature, from an unknown race, didn't attack immediately. This was perhaps the only good news.
"Dad, who is he? Is he our god? But as far as I know, no other god statue looks like this."
"He's not from Lapu."
Gel, protecting his daughter, slowly retreated. "Outsider, I have no food."
"I don't need food, but I can see that it won't be long before you both die on this planet, either from starvation or disease."
This mental wave emanated from the alien, accurately penetrating the minds of the father and daughter.
Far away on Earth, Duva slowly opened his eyes, a look of interest on his face.
"Yes, it seems this universe's Gel is still on Lapu, not venturing out into the universe to slaughter the gods of other planets."
To Duva, this was good news.
Gel, the God-Slayer, had once been a fervent believer in the gods, but after his family was wiped out, he was filled with a deep hatred for them.
This is what drives Gol to unleash his full might, traversing the universe's god-worshipping planets, slaughtering the various pantheons frantically.
Though most of the so-called gods he slew were woefully insignificant, a level below the major protoss of the World Tree, let alone the true gods of the universe,
Gol the God-Slayer cared nothing for it. Any god, any god enjoying the offerings of mortals, was his prey.
Duva had originally planned to have Wang or Mordo connect him to Lapu to see if this universe's Gol was there, but before he could truly launch his attack, he encountered the undiscovered Gol.
"That's interesting! If it were just Gol, he'd just slaughter a bunch of lesser god warriors, which wouldn't be a cause for concern. But this guy wields the Necromancer."
Duva was now concentrating his efforts on a decisive victory over Knull, the God of Symbiotes. Taking on such an ancient evil deity, one that had existed for who knows how many eons, was no simple task. It required calculating every possible scenario and formulating countless contingency plans.
He would not allow Knull to escape, hide in a corner of the universe, and come back for revenge countless years later.
He would either take action or do it thoroughly, eliminating any consequences that could cause him trouble.
One of Duva's plans was to let Gnull summon and pick up the Sword of the Dead, and prevent Knull from regaining the Sword of the Dead to increase his strength.
However, before he could ask Wang to find the planet Lap in the vast universe, Yondu and his gang accidentally helped him solve this small problem.
"Gnull, you poor man who believes in a false god, do you want to die with your daughter? Like a grain of sand, merge with these countless sands."
Duva said to Gnull.
"Can you save me?" Gel paused. "Also, the God we believe in isn't a false god. You, appearing here suddenly, with your unknown origins, are even more like a false god."
"What a devout believer! This reminds me of some of my subordinates. They view me the same way you view false gods... Who can save you, offer you a better life, more hope? Who is worthy of being your god? Do you want to meet your god? Very well, I'll tell you where they are..."
Gel remained skeptical, but he followed the man's instructions and sought the gods of this planet.
However, these supposedly omnipotent gods merely regarded the father and daughter with amusement, as if they were two lowly animals performing a performance.
Gel noticed this and recounted his journey and his demands in detail.
"What did you say? You saw an alien?"
The god immediately panicked after hearing Gel's words, his voice tinged with fear.
The strange creatures around the god also cried out, muttering incomprehensible phrases like "We're done" and "He's got our bodies."
Gel couldn't understand, looking at the man he had revered for half his life in bewilderment.
Just like that? He was no different from an ordinary person, devoid of even sophistication or dignity. Simply hearing the description of the aliens appearing on this planet, he revealed this panic.
"Foolish man, why didn't you tell me such an important thing sooner? You don't know what an alien is, nor how terrifying the people who control them are. You are so ignorant, yet you always cause trouble for me. You deserve to be exterminated."
"I'm sorry, your humble servant didn't understand... I simply wanted to ask for some water and food. If you could heal my child, that would be even better..." "Why should I care if you live or die? You and your daughter, along with the other lesser creatures on this planet, are not worth my while! I need to find a way to solve the problem the aliens have brought—perhaps it's time to leave this planet."
Gel listened to the god's mumbling, completely bewildered.
This kind of wretch, a god?
The aliens could converse with a mortal like him, but this god was terrified by them, spouting a bunch of nonsense, and now even tried to escape.
"Even if they are truly invaders, as the god of this planet, shouldn't you step forward and kill them?"
"Kill them? That's why I said, you lowly mortal, you know nothing. They're soldiers of Duval! That's Duval. Even Dormammu and Gnar fell at his hands. It seems like there was another war at the World Tree some time ago, and it's likely connected to him..."
"So that alien called the alien was right. You're a false god."
Gel's faith was completely shattered. As the saying goes, extreme worship inevitably breeds extreme hatred.
Frantic, Gel shielded his terrified daughter behind him. Suddenly, a strange weapon materialized in his hand.
Mechanically, Gel grasped the weapon, appearing out of thin air, and swung it at the god before him, slaying it with a single blow.
The black sword writhed, emitting a joyous cry that assaulted Gel's perception.
"What...what have I done?"
"You killed the god, Dad."
"I know, but what did I..."
Gel looked down, bewildered, at the strange weapon in his hand. This thing, emitting countless wails, had become one with him.
The creatures that once served the god were now terrified and scattered with cries.
"This is the Sword of the Dead, the weapon of Knull, the God of Symbiotes. It has chosen you now."
The alien appeared and slowly approached Gel.
"Your tribe is called the Alien? The god—the false god—says you're a soldier of Duva. But who is Duva? The true god?"
"I'm one of countless Aliens, but I'm also Duva. There's no difference. I'll always be with my people."
Hearing the alien's words, Gel felt even more bewildered and at a loss.
The Necromancer's Sword, the slain gods, the Alien and Duva—these were all things beyond his comprehension.
He simply wanted to find a way out with his daughter. How had things turned out like this?
"Your daughter won't live long. Is this okay?" Duva asked, pointing at the little girl in Gel's arms. "Even if you find a new oasis, the entire planet is dying. As the last two survivors of your tribe, are you willing to commit slow suicide with your daughter?"
"What should I do? Can you, the self-proclaimed true god, save my child?"
"As you wish."
Then Gel watched as the alien began to evolve on the spot, its body expanding, its skull further expanding, becoming almost crown-like.
A white egg was placed before Gel.
"The time has come for you to make up your mind. Follow me, and I'll save your daughter. Or forsake this opportunity, let your child die, and then you'll meet the fate that was destined for you."
Without hesitation, Gel carried his child towards the alien egg.
"You can reconsider."
"No need to. This sword is desperately trying to stop me, trying to influence my thoughts... I don't know why this sword chose me, but I know it's alive, and I sense its evil. What it doesn't want me to do isn't necessarily wrong." The Necromancer
couldn't save his daughter, but it could kill her.
If his daughter were already dead, he would have trusted the Necromancer without hesitation and used it to slash the alien before him.
But since his daughter was still alive and could still be saved, he wouldn't make such a drastic decision.
"A wise choice,"
Duval praised.
Not long after, Gel's daughter was back on her feet.
Her illness had long since dissipated, and her frail body had become plump again, proving that the child was now incredibly healthy, stronger than ever before.
Gol examined it in disbelief, then burst into tears, pulling his daughter into his arms.
"Gol, from now on, you are the Godslayer. You must serve me with all your might."
"Godslayer? But I..."
"Don't overthink it. You didn't slay this incompetent god Lap, but someone more important, the master of the Sword of the Dead. Your actions indirectly killed him."
Duva sensed the Sword of the Dead. This thing was the universe's first symbiote, the origin of all symbiotes. In Duva's eyes, preventing Knull from reclaiming the weapon was enough.
Now it was time to get down to business: to kill Knull.
...
Having essentially taken control of Kuntar and regained his body, Knull was feeling his own power.
"This is it! This is the complete me. Wherever I go, I am a great god... These damned symbiotes have caused me so much humiliation!!"
Knull was enraged. He resolved to send every symbiote into battle until they were all dead.
But now, Knull has decided to retrieve his first symbiote, his most favored weapon. Then, he will return to Earth in his strongest form and kill every bastard, human and alien, on that planet!
"Let me see where my Necromancer sword has gone... Eh? It's actually renounced me?!"
Chapter 122: This is absolutely impossible!
Unless one is omniscient and omnipotent, one universal truth remains: everything follows a linear logic.
Without omniscience and omnipotence, there's a sequence to everything. For Knull, his priority was to first recover his body and regain his strength, then seek out his Necrosword.
Knull's subsequent humiliation was caused by the symbiote's backstabbing, and he was repeatedly humiliated by those on Earth.
The Necrosword, the first symbiote Knull extracted from the dark abyss, had been forged into a personal weapon. Had Knull chosen to seek out the Necrosword instead of reclaiming his immense strength and body, who knows what the Necrosword would have done to him?
But when Knull finally regained his strength, he discovered it had abandoned him and joined a new master.
Knull was horrified.
"Hmph, it seems your reputation in this universe is so tarnished that everyone would betray you, even your weapon, given the chance,"
Captain America, surrounded by a multitude of symbiotes, sneered.
"Your will is truly stronger than I expected, but no matter how strong your will is, it's still human."
Knull raised his hand and pointed, and more symbiotes entwined themselves around Captain America, completely submerging his consciousness.
If there was any loot from the previous failed attack on Earth, it was the capture of Captain America, with the fragments of the Tesseract within him.
Knull had few capable thugs, and this Captain America was one.
Loki was another.
"It had to be Duval."
As a fellow evil god, Loki looked respectful. He was the only one, after Knull, who could command symbiotes without being inhabited by them.
Loki said, "I know Duval. When he decides to do something, he always plans from multiple perspectives, not relying solely on force to achieve his goal. The timing is unbelievable. Just as you regained your body and regained control of Kuntal, you lost the Sword of Death. It must have been Duval's doing."
"Whether it was Duval or not, whether it was him or the Sword of Death, I will condemn them to eons of painful torment in the abyss."
Knull's expression was grim, despite his terrifying appearance.
The past thousand years had been the most humiliating of his long life, a memory he would never forget.
Knull's rising rage caused the entire planet of Kuntal to tremble violently, countless symbiotes writhing frantically and emitting incomprehensible screams.
Under Knull's terrifying power, it felt as if the entire universe was poised to collapse.
Loki bowed his head deeply. This was his first close encounter with the God of the Universe, a true deity who surpassed the Heavenly Father and ruled the universe.
In comparison, the Heavenly Fathers he had seen before, each capable of easily destroying planets and traversing time and space, were nothing compared to Knull.
The gap was simply too vast.
This was the true God of the Universe, so powerful that even Loki trembled. Every plan he had devised to betray Knull had to be overturned, a fact that for a time filled Loki with despair.
If this continued, would he be serving Knull forever? Of course, simply serving him wouldn't be a big deal, but Loki couldn't tolerate Knull controlling him so tightly, both physically and mentally.
To the point where he could secretly plot against Knull, he had to simultaneously conjure a multitude of disparate thoughts, hiding his true intentions within these countless thoughts and then using specialized calculations to subtly connect them.
If there was any hope, it lay with Duva.
Although Loki disliked Duva, he had to admit: Duva was truly terrifying. No one could truly understand what he was thinking.
"I just received a message from the universe: Odin is dead." Knull bared his fangs.
Loki was taken aback, then replied nonchalantly, "That old man should have died long ago. Not choosing me as King of Asgard was his biggest mistake."
"After we defeat Duval, I will help you slay all opponents of Asgard, and you will become King of Asgard." Knull's smile was terrifying.
As for whether Asgard would be dominated by the Æsir or one dominated by the Symbiotes, that was hard to say.
"The Necromancer betrayed me. After I defeat Duval and Earth, it will be its turn. Even if it escapes to the edge of the universe, I will find it. As long as it's a Symbiote, it cannot escape my control."
Knull now held a deep distrust of the Symbiote species.
If he could capture Duval and gain access to the Alien race, perhaps replacing the Symbiotes with Aliens would be a good option.
As an aggressive cosmic evil god, Knull needed a group of high-quality consumables to help him conquer countless planets.
He couldn't just do everything himself, as a god.
"If we attack the World Tree again, we'll provoke hostility from all the worlds within it, and even face sieges from numerous Skyfathers," Loki warned.
Knull said coldly, "No matter how many Skyfathers there are, they won't help. I already have a group of reliable servants within the World Tree."
Servants? Who? What race on this world would be so ruthless as to contact someone like Knull?
The numerous Protoss within the World Tree had watched Duva rise to power, repeatedly triumphing over the stronger. Which race was so blinded by the thought that Duva would inevitably fall to Knull's hand?
Loki couldn't figure it out.
But Knull had no intention of explaining.
The vast army of symbiotes launched once again.
This time, it could be said, was the largest expedition Knull had launched since his awakening and the creation of the symbiotes.
Knull, now with his power restored, made no secret of his murderous intent.
The terrifying darkness, like a tangible black curtain, instantly dimmed the light of countless nearby galaxies.
This terrifying power, threatening to overturn and alter the most fundamental laws of vast swathes of the universe, instantly caused panic among countless beings and drew the gazes of the gods.
Many ancient beings, sensing the movement and carefully contemplating the spreading darkness, instantly understood the culprit, each one a headache.
"Is it Nar? This creature, quiet for over a thousand years, is stirring again."
"Nar... I seem to have heard that this creature roams the universe with his legions, frantically challenging the gods. Countless gods have perished at his hands."
"From the cosmic gods to the ordinary gods in the major galaxies, they have all fought against him."
In the high-end circles of the universe, Nar is hated by everyone. They were either engaged in a fight or on their way to one.
Few gods could truly slay this creature, possessing the abyss within him, and Gnar often escaped.
Those unable to defeat Gnar were slain by him, while those who could, could not.
No god wanted anything to do with Gnar; he was simply too disgusting.
Throughout the universe's billion-year history, no other god had such a rich history of battles and such an absurdly extensive network of friends.
Even the celestial gods, constantly creating stars and generating light and heat throughout the universe, paused their work and looked towards a specific direction.
Many gods watched the movements of the cosmic ancestor, curious to see how they would react to Gnar, who openly proclaimed his existence. Would they,
like in the battle billions of years ago, form a group to surround and kill Gnar?
"Arisem, what should we do?"
"Continue to create new stars, let light breed life. The Age of Darkness is a thing of the past."
"But this creature was born from darkness and has always wanted to kill all the gods born from light. If we do nothing, many more planets will be destroyed by him."
"Judging from Knull's appearance, he's probably going to Earth this time. That's our crucial experimental site. I heard that the mutants and Eternals we sent there have been wiped out by the Earth's natives. This could affect the birth of Tiamu."
"I heard that Hyperion, the one Arism sent to Earth, is also dead. He was the strongest warrior we ever trained."
The cosmic gods communicated across countless light years.
Arism stared silently in the direction of Earth.
After a long pause, the god said, "Don't worry about Knull, and don't worry about Earth. We can't calculate everything."
As for the racial war between Knull's symbiote army and Duval's alien army, who would survive?
Honestly, for the sake of convenience, Arism would rather both groups perish together.
Regardless of which one was eliminated, it would be a good thing.
Arithm preferred Gnar. After all, Gnar had proven himself through countless years of battle. His hardcore record of surviving countless brutal beatings and brutal assaults meant he had a better chance of winning, no matter how you looked at it.
Gnar was a true cosmic god, while Dua was not. In terms of both origin and strength, Dua was no match for Gnar; the two were simply not on the same level.
"After Gnar and his legions are defeated, we can consider taking action to expel Gnar and save Earth and Tiamu,"
Arithm ordered all the cosmic gods.
At this moment, seeing the cosmic gods remain silent, more ancient gods were surprised.
This was the first time that the so many high-ranking beings had turned their attention to Dua,
a human. After gathering scattered information from the universe, the gods learned of past events and knew of Gnar's repeated losses on Earth, including two severe beatings at the hands of Dua.
"Dua and his alien army... Dormammu and Gnar both suffered at the hands of this human.
"No matter how strong he was in the past, he couldn't have survived the massive attack of Gnar. Don't think of Gnar as a guy like Dormammu who relies on the power of an external dimension to survive. Gnar himself is a mobile dimension. At this
moment, the vast majority of gods knew of Dua's existence and eagerly awaited the outcome of this battle.
An ancient cosmic evil god facing off against a race led by a Sky Father?
No matter how one looked at it, the outcome seemed predetermined; it was simply a matter of how Dua would fight.
Numerous spatial gates opened, and countless symbiotes surged in like a black tide drowning the universe, completing their spatial journey and entering the World Tree.
If it were just these symbiotes, it would be fine. But when the full form of Knull practically shattered space, its massive mass looming within the World Tree, naturally distorting time, space, and light, disrupting the established objective order,
nearly every world sensed the arrival of a cosmic god.
Moving at will, migrating into the World Tree, Knull's immense mass naturally squeezed and shone against it.
Each branch trembled slightly, transmitting the energy and emitting rays of divine light.
It's no exaggeration to say that at this moment, Knull was the most beautiful being under the World Tree.
"Hmph, the World Tree... this damn place, and those two damn worlds." A fierce light flashed in Nar's eyes, and his gaze went straight to Asgard. Seeing the solemn expression of the new God King Thor, he sneered with disdain, and landed on Earth again.
Loki was worried. He was really worried that his stupid brother would get too excited and rush out with all the warriors of Asgard to fight Nar first.
In this kind of war, we should first see how Duva makes a move! Whatever Duva does, Thor can just lead Asgard to follow, and never have the idea of going it alone.
After all, his brother is not the dead Odin, and he does not have that kind of powerful strength.
"Tsk, you came so quickly, but my speed of attack is not slow at all. "
Duva felt the slight tremor of the earth. It was not only the trembling of the earth itself, but also the changes in the entire solar system under the oppression of Knull.
Everyone looked at Duva. In the Weyland Building, various phones rang like crazy.
When people used various equipment to observe and looked at the endless black tide that seemed to surround the solar system, they immediately knew who was coming.
Knull, the god of symbiotes, came here in a complete form this time, bringing all the symbiotes with him.
At the same time.
Hill, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., officially made up his mind to activate S.H.I.E.L.D.'s last resort, activate the mother mold platform on the edge of the sun, and send countless new models of sentinel robots to the earth to resist the siege of the aliens!
"This should have been left by Fury to deal with mutants, but I didn't expect that it would be used to deal with aliens..." Hill was heartbroken. The SHIELD she led was beaten and fled around the world even when facing a small branch force sent by Duvall.
It is estimated that Duvall has long forgotten about this matter of SHIELD.
But it doesn't matter. As long as there are fast-iterating sentinel robots, SHIELD can still...
"Oh no, Director, there are abnormal space vibrations in the solar system, and a lot of symbiotes are coming."
"So?" Hill's heart skipped a beat, and she always felt that this scene was familiar.
"So, the orbit of the mother mold platform around the sun has shifted, and it is falling towards the sun again!"
"Fuck!"
Chapter 123: Duval Wants to Take the Divine Power While Standing.
"If you want to defeat a cosmic god, without using some special means, it's difficult to have a chance of complete victory."
Duval stood up, ready to go.
He only needed to slightly spread his senses to feel the endless pressure that seemed to come from the entire universe.
At this moment, it was as if everything outside of Earth was against Duval.
This was the terrifying power of a cosmic god, almost an integral part of the universe's laws.
But Duval's face was free of a trace of fear, a silence as deep as a black hole.
"Boss, our company's phone is about to explode with calls, and there are a lot of people gathered outside. Everyone wants to know how you plan to deal with this even more outrageous wave of symbiotes... A rough estimate puts the number of symbiotes at at least hundreds of millions, maybe even more." Gloria walked in, sweating profusely.
For someone with only an ordinary alien parasitizing her, with her level of physical fitness, she could naturally feel the terrifying pressure from beyond Earth.
Gloria felt herself being stared at by a mysterious, malevolent gaze.
"Just like last time."
"Last time? We were able to defeat the symbiote army last time because they were limited in numbers, and you defeated Knull first. But this time, the situation is different..." Meeting Duval's gaze, Gloria took a deep breath, her tense body slowly relaxing.
Anyone else wouldn't be as nervous as Gloria, as they would await Duval's instructions.
Everyone was convinced that Duval would, as he had demonstrated in so many crises before, lead them to the single right path amidst the impossible.
But Gloria knew that Duval had been completely inactive during this time, simply sitting in his office, drinking water and reading the newspaper.
Gloria knew Duval had the ability to remotely control the aliens, but was that really possible? Sitting in his office, he could quietly execute a plan to snipe a cosmic god?
"Gloria, as my chief secretary, you handle a vast amount of confidential documents for me. You know more than anyone else, but you're not as pure-minded as the Druids... This is your last chance to question me. If you do, you know the consequences."
Duval spoke casually, as if he were carrying on a daily conversation.
But Gloria shuddered, a look of fear on her face. "Sorry, Boss, but I've read about the symbiote. This time, it's the real Knull, right? The complete Knull, who has regained his body. I never imagined myself dealing with a cosmic god, so I'm a little worried about you..."
"It's normal to be afraid, but your fear is worthless. It's my fear that matters to Knull."
Duval glanced at Gloria. Normally, as Peter Parker's old acquaintance, this woman would have risen through the ranks at the Daily Bugle.
But now, by some strange twist of fate, she had joined Duval's team.
To achieve power and wealth far beyond the reach of ordinary people, possessing a body and lifespan comparable to a superhuman, Gloria naturally encountered ever more perilous situations and faced enemies unimaginably powerful.
Having a god as her enemy was, for Gloria, who had been dealing with ordinary people for the previous two years, a truly unimaginable prospect.
Duval didn't criticize her too harshly, but if it happened again, his patience would be completely exhausted.
He could tolerate any acts of betrayal from his subordinates, but he shouldn't waste their time and energy unnecessarily while they continued to act as his subordinates before they actually rebelled.
Questioning such things was the most foolish and meaningless act.
"From now on, you are dismissed from your position as Chief Secretary. Go to the front desk on the first floor. Facing countless symbiote invasions, you must maintain your post on the first floor and not leave." Duval's gaze was already fixed on the endless distance, Gloria nowhere in sight.
Gloria's face pleaded, but she ultimately said nothing more, bowing her head as she exited the office.
After all, not everyone is as fanatical as a druid. Not everyone is like Mr. Blue, his head full of plans to rebel against Duval, yet he maintains a facade of loyalty until the moment they're executed. And not everyone is as mindless as Reynolds, seeking only opportunities to show off and simply waiting for Duval's orders.
Look, Reynolds is still carelessly flying around, his entire body aglow with golden light. He deliberately amplifies the golden energy's reach, making himself even more radiant, and listens intently to the praises of the ant-like mortals below. At
this moment, many people believe that Duval will still use the same tactics he used against Dormammu.
The Sentinels in a trinity.
If Reynolds's physical strain is disregarded, and he forcibly combines the power of millions of stars to confront Gnar in full force, he might be able to fight Gnar head-on.
Duval has also considered this plan and, considering it carefully, believes that if he truly has no other options, he could desperately exploit the Sentinels' full potential and perhaps even defeat Gnar.
After all, Gnar didn't have the Necromancer sword right now.
But it wasn't a foolproof measure.
So Duval personally dispatched.
He left Wayland Tower before Gnar himself entered the solar system.
Duval slowly raised his head, gazing into the abyss of heaven. In his vision, the world was no longer simply a collection of stars and planets, but encompassed a cosmic structure invisible to ordinary humans—the World Tree.
This majestic tree, visible only to those who had accessed the World Tree's divine power and mastered it to its profoundest levels, held up countless stars in its very branches.
Duval's gaze wandered over the tree, searching for what he needed.
Thor, the God of Thunder, had arrived on Earth specifically.
"Duval, my brother, it seems we must fight side by side once again." Thor looked at Duval solemnly, hoping to learn from his good friend how to defeat Gnar. "Gnar has returned, and he's become a full god... This fellow is unlike any enemy we've faced before."
"I do have a solution, and I'm implementing it," Duval said calmly.
Thor, though he hadn't heard the specific plan, felt a wave of relief wash over him, the gloom on his face vanishing. "So, what do I need to do? Don't worry, I'm now strong enough to assist you in this battle."
With Stormbreaker, Odin's force, and the Destroyer Armor, Thor's confidence was far greater than ever.
Even if his opponent was a dangerous evil god, the thought of defeating Gnar and saving his brother Loki made Thor eager to find Gnar and slay him on the spot.
"What are you looking at? Or have you transferred your soul into another alien?" Thor asked.
Anyone else here would have suspected Duval had already taken the opportunity to escape.
Because Duval could actually do it.
Transferring his soul and consciousness, abandoning various bodies at will, this ability could be considered cheating. As long as aliens still existed in some remote corner of the universe, Duval had achieved a certain sense of immortality. There was only one way to completely eliminate Duval: to first annihilate all the aliens in the universe.
Even if Knull could achieve this, it would be fraught with difficulty. His reckless, cosmic upheaval and massive attack would easily cause chaos throughout the universe, ultimately prompting the other gods to intervene to stop him.
"I was merely observing the World Tree... I'm afraid you can't understand it right now," Duval replied.
Thor looked bewildered, truly confused by Duval's words.
The World Tree? What was so interesting about it? It just stuck there, didn't it?
And what did this have to do with Knull's attack? Could Duval even lift the World Tree and smash it against Knull?
Duval wasn't disappointed when he didn't find anything valuable in Thor; he hadn't harbored such hopes from the beginning.
He was keeping an eye on the group he couldn't see, believing they too knew what he was looking for.
The gods in the shadows witnessed Duval's actions clearly.
Black figures emerged from the summit of the World Tree, each one immensely massive, the product of eons of accumulation.
"Sure enough, he's discovered us."
"Not really. He doesn't even know what we are; at most, he's guessed we exist."
"How pitiful! Faced with the pressure of the cosmic gods, even the most proud humans are forced to bow their pride and eagerly seek power from the true gods to avert this crisis."
"But then again, if Gnar truly conquers Midgard, that mad god will undoubtedly discover our existence. The entire World Tree will be thrown into chaos. Once exposed to the outside gods, we'll no longer be able to regularly trigger Ragnarok as we do now." "
Gnar is powerful and dangerous, but we don't need to fight personally. We can train an agent to fight for us. We just need to wait patiently and reap the fruits of victory."
The shadowy Old Gods conversed, quickly reaching a consensus.
In any case, concealment is the priority.
As for training a servant as a thug... Actually, at first glance, Thor, the God of Thunder, is a more suitable candidate, as he is a true descendant of the World Tree Gods.
Even if Dua didn't consider him human but an alien, his relationship with the World Tree was only indirect, using the alien to parasitize the gods and establish a relationship with them.
However, since Dua had discovered their existence first and was willing to stand against Knull, it wasn't impossible for the gods to grant Dua a favor.
Boom!
The sky and earth were engulfed in darkness, and all light was cut off.
The shadow gods appeared, a form only Dua could perceive. Several enormous black shadows appeared in Dua's vision.
"Finally, you've agreed to come out," Dua said calmly.
"Humans, or rather, aliens, wish to borrow our strength to fight the invading gods."
"You are not qualified yet."
"Sacrifice your eyes, offer your soul, and hang yourself on the branches of the World Tree, and we will grant you the power to defeat the evil god Knull."
Ancient and obscure divine words echoed, brewing a heavy and ancient aura.
Perhaps, if Thor were standing here, he would have agreed without hesitation, making the fight against Knull his top priority.
But for Dua, it was impossible.
"You've got it wrong. I'm not begging you, but you fools."
Dua flashed a creepy smile. "The mice hiding in the shadows are always afraid to face the tragic scene in the sunlight. This makes them panic instinctively, searching for ways to survive, but they prefer to do it the way they know how—squeak and squeak."
"What did you say?"
"How presumptuous! How arrogant!"
"You're asking us for help, and yet you act so condescendingly. Do you understand what you're dealing with?"
The Shadow Gods were probably humiliated for the first time in their lives, caught off guard. This was probably the first time in their lives that they had ever communicated with life outside of the shadows.
And it started so badly.
The Shadow Gods bowed their heads, shocked by Dua's aura.
So stubborn? Refusing to sacrifice body and soul, and refusing to hang on a branch to pray to them, they just wanted to do nothing and take the divine power without any effort?
Yes, the Shadow Gods could leverage the power of the World Tree and distribute it, but they wouldn't give it away for no reason.
Duva sneered.
Sacrifice? No kidding. Sacrificing an eye here means losing both eyes forever, along with the soul itself. No matter how powerful one's self-healing abilities are, they can't repair it. It's
somewhat similar to the Alien. After bursting through the chest, the Alien takes away the host's genetic material as a part of it, leaving even the most powerful host unable to repair the lost internal organs.
For example, Odin of the Prime Universe sacrificed one eye to the World Tree in search of a way to defeat Kul, becoming a one-eyed creature.
Duva wouldn't do that.
As for hanging himself from the branches of the World Tree... yes, that's what Rune King Thor did. He hung himself for seven days and seven nights, instantly becoming a god.
But Duva wouldn't do that.
The Shadow Gods are powerful, and they've indeed deeply eroded the World Tree, storing up immense divine power. But they're also a shady bunch, hiding in the shadows of the World Tree, periodically triggering Ragnarok and stealthily harvesting apocalyptic energy.
"Now, in the entire World Tree, I am the only one willing to be the first to stand up and fight Nar, just like I defeated him the first two times. No, this time is different, I will get rid of him completely and not give him a fourth chance. The best choice for you guys is to discover me early."
"We refuse, and we will kill you before Nar arrives."
"Be tough, then I will commit suicide and abandon this human body, tell Nar the whereabouts of you guys, and let him search the entire World Tree to find you and kill you one by one! Do you think that Nar, who is a murderer and loves to challenge and kill all kinds of gods, would be interested in you?"
Duva threatened: "Either I will kill a group of aliens and leave the World Tree in a dignified manner and go to other parts of the universe, and you will wait to be killed by Nar; or, give me your power and let me fight Nar."
Chapter 124: Damn it! Duva, who had never fought before, took matters into his own hands!
The Shadow Gods, completely inexperienced in this situation, were at a loss for words when faced with the impossibly tough Duva.
These massive figures, seemingly composed entirely of shadow, stared at each other in silence, none speaking.
Duva was annoying, that was true. In the Shadow Gods' original understanding, whenever they, the gods of the World Tree, appeared, Duva would desperately pray to them and sacrifice their souls to gain power and overcome crises. It was like grasping at straws.
The Alien Lord's soul was still valuable. Even obtaining only a portion would be enough to gain control of some of the aliens and analyze Duva and their abilities.
This would facilitate future preparations. The Shadow Gods were already considering how to trigger the next Ragnarok. The aliens were their preferred weapon—at least after Kul was defeated and imprisoned by Duva. Killing
two birds with one stone.
But Duva's behavior was unexpected, making it seem as if they were begging him.
But from another perspective, Duva was so annoying, and Knull, charging toward the solar system with murderous intent, would only inflict further hatred and resentment on the gods.
Dealing with Duva, at least, was still possible. With Knull, there was absolutely no need for negotiation. He would violently slash down any gods who stood in his way, dyeing the entire World Tree his own color—black.
Knull was born from darkness. He awakened from his long slumber because the Celestials created light and heat, nurturing countless life and bringing chaos to the once tranquil universe.
One of the reasons Knull's campaigns and frantic slaughter of gods was to try to plunge the universe back into that darkness and silence.
Of course, satisfying his own bloodlust was also a crucial factor.
If the Black Death Emperor next door heard of Knull's deeds, he would surely share their sentiments.
The shadow gods looked at Duva, his head held high and his face expressionless. They could not sense any unease or anxiety from him. It seemed that this human, who could not be considered human, had made multiple preparations from the beginning, completely unafraid of being rejected by them.
It seemed that Duva was truly prepared to abandon a group of aliens, allowing his original soul to escape. There were already aliens stationed on several planets throughout the universe, and those aliens were all backup bodies Duva had prepared for himself.
"The most urgent task is to stop Gnar's invasion. We must not let that madman discover us."
"Although Duval disrespects us and refuses to sacrifice his soul and faith, he is at least our most powerful weapon. If we don't choose Duval, what if he truly abandons everything in Midgard and Jotunheim and flees? He can simply ignore the changes in the World Tree, but we can't."
"If we join forces and send Duval to fight, everything in the World Tree will remain ours, and the divine power entrusted to Duval will remain ours. But if Gnar arrives, even the World Tree will no longer be ours."
The Shadow Gods' desire, ultimately, is to conceal themselves while preserving the World Tree, allowing them to forever rely on it, harvesting the apocalyptic energy of the Nine Realms and strengthening themselves.
As the incarnations of the World Tree's shadow side, they possess immense control, but this does not mean they will consent to Gnar's plunging everything into a dead, nihilistic darkness.
If they truly become like that, how can they continue to hide in the shadows, stealthily triggering Ragnarok and harvesting vast amounts of apocalyptic energy?
Duval looked indifferently at these vast gods communicating in secret. His patience was limited, and he would not waste too much time and energy on such wretches.
"You are unreasonable and arrogant, even worse than Kul from the parallel universe and Mephisto from Hell."
"You attracted Knull, plunging the entire World Tree into a great crisis. Yet, you show no remorse and believe it's natural to ask us for power to deal with Knull."
"As you wish, we will grant you divine power beyond imagination. The World Tree will not tolerate any outside evil gods interfering."
The shadow gods spoke these words with a cold attitude.
Duva raised his head, his face devoid of surprise or shame. "I don't care how you were born. Facing this situation at this point in time, letting me resolve the crisis is your best option, unless you accumulate countless more years to become a cosmic god and have the courage to challenge Knull head-on."
"We will."
"You, who relied on our power to become a god, have no right to interfere in our affairs."
The Shadow Gods murmured cryptically, their figures vanishing one after another. The obscuring shadows receded, and the light returned.
"What a bunch of clowns, wielding power and standing high above the rest... But clowns have their own ways. The position they occupy is something countless gods only dream of, but I despise them."
Duva watched the scene return to normal. Everything he had just experienced seemed like an illusion, something that had never happened.
Logically, if the Shadow Gods could truly conceal themselves for extended periods, periodically triggering Ragnarok, elevating themselves through the destruction of worlds and the death of countless lives, and repeating this cycle for hundreds of millions of years, they could potentially produce a single-universe-level cosmic god...
This would be power gained purely through the passage of time and the extinction of countless lives.
What these guys actually did was too ugly.
"What are you looking at? You haven't spoken in so long. Have you transferred your soul?"
Thor glanced around suspiciously. At his current level, he instinctively sensed something, but no matter how hard he tried, he found nothing.
It felt like something had happened, yet it also seemed like nothing had happened.
"I encountered some problems, but they're resolved now. I've gained the power to deal with Knull," Duval said calmly.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Take your people and clear out the symbiotes. Their numbers are increasing rapidly," Duval said casually. "Don't let the symbiote army enter Earth easily."
"You really don't need my help dealing with Knull? Just like when you assisted the Ancient One against Dormammu." Thor was still eager to try.
Duval turned his head, sizing up Thor, who had mastered Odin's power. "Times have changed. Don't compare me then with me now."
As he spoke, a scene that shocked Thor unfolded.
A giant tree, visible to the naked eye, like an illusory light and shadow formed by the convergence of countless stars, appeared in the vast cosmic region centered on Midgard.
Its dense branches not only covered the real star field, but also pierced countless dimensions.
"World Tree?! How did you do it?!" Thor was horrified. As the king of Asgard, he knew that the World Tree was real, but now, with Duval's actions, it appeared in its entirety before his eyes. It was too terrifying.
Even more astonishing was the instantaneous surge of countless divine lights from the giant tree. It was pure divine power, the essence of the World Tree. Even a touch of it would be enough for an ordinary being to transform from mortal to superhuman.
But at this moment, all the light points coalesced into a brilliant galaxy, pouring densely into Dua's body.
Dua accepted this vast and pure divine power without any hindrance. It was both the power stored in the World Tree itself and the result of the shadow gods channeling their own authority. "So, this is God."
Duval looked down at his hands, a feeling so different from before.
Having previously descended upon various aliens and alien heroes, he was already intimately familiar with the level of the Celestial Father.
But only after truly advancing beyond the Celestial Father's foundation could he truly grasp the profound gap between the Celestial Father and a single cosmic being.
Duval flicked his fingers, and the flickering light at his fingertips brewed the power to erase reality. The magnitude
of any single ray of divine power was unimaginably heavy, capable of bearing the weight of the universe itself.
The entire World Tree undulated with Duval's breath, naturally responding.
Countless strange runes, each one a manifestation of real power, now poured into Duval's body, weaving in a unique pattern.
"This level should be enough to deal with Knull."
Duval ignored Thor's shock, his gaze extending beyond the solar system.
Knull was coming.
As the cosmic god approached the solar system, he sensed an unusual and eerie shift.
"Hmm? It's only been a short time, and this guy has already become a god, standing on my level?"
Nar took a glance and saw countless runes surging around Dua, the embodiment of various divine powers.
At this moment, the core of the entire World Tree was Dua itself. Infinite divine power was driven by Dua, rushing into Dua's body.
Nar's face suddenly darkened. He stared at Dua intently, unable to understand why, every time he encountered this human, he always unleashed a power that caught even the gods off guard.
This was no longer something that could be explained by luck.
Reaching the level of a cosmic god, luck itself could even be said to have become part of the divine authority of the universe.
"You've surpassed my expectations once again, but don't think you'll always defeat me. More gods have fallen at my hands than you've ever heard of in your entire life!"
Nar took a step forward, ready to officially enter the World Tree. His vast black cloak swung gently in the vacuum of the universe, and his pale hair danced wildly like long snakes.
An endless stream of symbiotes surged frantically behind the evil god, sweeping the entire planet of Kuntar into the solar system.
Observing from the depths of space, one could see a vast black planet wriggling, countless tentacles reaching out to grasp Earth.
All combat-capable individuals prepared for the worst
, though most harbored fear. The scale of this invasion was truly monstrous, hundreds and thousands of times greater than the previous symbiote invasion.
Even Black Bolt had joined the fray with his Inhumans. Facing an enemy of this magnitude, no one could escape unscathed.
Seeing the figure soaring into the sky, the crowds perked up.
"Look, that's Duval, right? He went out himself! He broke out of Earth!"
"This... am I seeing this right? It wasn't one of Duval's men or the alien that rushed out, but Duval himself?!"
"Unbelievable, truly unbelievable! I don't recall Duval doing anything personally, but this time he did it himself? He didn't even bring a guard with him, not even Reynolds and the others!"
"Alien Duval... is he truly that powerful? Just breaking out of Earth and into the vacuum of space, his speed is ridiculous... Duval, Duval is still accelerating!"
Countless eyes were watching, and precisely because of this, it shocked countless people.
A large number of people were studying Duval's rise to power, and much of the information was publicly available. Naturally, some uninformed people would speculate: What if a whole bunch of superheroes gave up fighting the alien and went after Duval himself? Wouldn't that be enough to kill him?
Whether Duva's death would cause the aliens to completely lose control, leading to complete devastation on Earth, was another matter.
However, Hill and a select few understood that killing Duva was pointless. Duva could abandon his human body and possess the bodies of other alien heroes or aliens, completing his "reincarnation."
Assaulting Duva was a completely pointless act, and would only lead to the complete collapse of the alien race's existing logic.
Even those who deeply hated Duva were shocked to see him in action for the first time, wondering if their eyes were failing.
Was the world doomed? Duva, who never fought back, had taken the lead!
A terrifying, soul-shaking pressure erupted from him, seemingly bringing the very fabric of the universe to a standstill.
When Duva appeared before Nar,
the confrontation between the two gods made the laws of the surrounding universe seem hazy.
Nar's mood was already bleak, but
when he saw Duva open his hand, revealing a necromantic sword, his mood worsened.
"So the Sword of Death is in your hands? You knew it was my weapon long ago, so you took it first!" Nar was furious.
"Are you surprised? This symbiote was supposed to be in a distant galaxy, you could vaguely sense it, but now it has crossed half the universe and appeared in my hands." Duva weighed this artifact, which could be ranked among the most powerful in the universe.
"Alien? You turned the guy who took the Sword of Death into your alien?"
"How clever! Billions of years of killing haven't damaged your brain. Anything my subordinates possess, the moment they obtain it, is mine."
Duva held the Sword of Death, the tip of the sword pointed at Nar, the god of symbiotes.
He transferred the Sword of Death from Gul's hands to his own in an instant. He would use it to deal with Nar.
Of course, Duva had more than just this weapon in his plans. He needed to use Nar to achieve a crucial goal.