Chapter 147 The Escape Party on Sakaar
The Grandmaster's face appeared on the holographic screen above the gladiatorial arena. He spread his arms, his voice slightly distorted with excitement: "A new champion! Lord of Thunder!"
The entire Sakaar roared, the sound waves almost overturning the artificial dome.
In the VIP box, Loki's smile was a little stiff. He clapped along, but his eyes were cold.
His good brother, once again, became the focus of everyone's attention. He picked up his wine glass, leaned close to the Grandmaster, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear: "You see, I told you long ago, he has great entertainment value. However, an out-of-control champion isn't good merchandise."
The Grandmaster glanced at him, his smile deepening: "Don't worry, a toy should be played with like a toy."
In the corner, the Valkyrie took a big gulp of wine. She looked at the golden figure enveloped in light in the arena, a flicker of trance in her eyes.
It had been many years since she had seen such eyes, that indomitable light, as if burning itself. The last time she saw it was in Asgard, facing that woman.
She shook her head, throwing off that bloody memory, and took another gulp.
Medical robots carried Beta Ray Bill's stretcher past Thor, and the horse-faced Corbinian weakly nodded at him. This was a warrior's respect. Thor nodded back.
He ignored the thunderous cheers, surrounded by a group of tall guards, and walked towards the champion's exclusive passage. He knew this was just the beginning. He had become the Grandmaster's most valuable toy, and leaving would only be harder.
He needed allies.
His gaze pierced through the crowd, landing on the Valkyrie who was silently drinking.
The champion's suite was ridiculously large, with a huge portrait of himself hanging on the wall. In the painting, he was muscular and fierce-eyed, not at all like himself.
In the center of the room was a bar that automatically refilled blue drinks, next to a huge circular waterbed.
Thor didn't stand on ceremony; he had the guards call everyone he could think of.
The Valkyrie was the first to arrive, leaning against the door, still holding her ever-present wine bottle, her eyes full of wariness and mockery.
Korg and Miek were "invited" by the guards; the rock man looked around curiously, full of praise for the automatic bar.
Finally, there was Beta Ray Bill, wrapped in bandages, lying on an anti-gravity medical bed, pushed by two robots, but his eyes were still sharp.
Thor spoke directly, his voice not loud, but clear enough: "I need to leave Sakaar and return to Asgard. Hela, she's back."
The Valkyrie scoffed, tilting her head back and taking a drink. "That's your business, Your Highness, the Prince. I'm not going back. Asgard? To me, that place is dead." Her voice was very soft, but the despair in it was as cold as ice.
Korg, however, was very excited, waving his stone arm: "I'm in!"
Beta Ray Bill struggled to sit up, his voice hoarse: "Your homeland needs protection. I watched my own homeland be destroyed. I'm willing to help."
The door slid open silently, and Loki walked in with a glass of wine, a perfect smile on his face.
"My dear brother, how can you discuss an escape plan without me?" He looked around, like a Master, "I just happen to know the activation keys for all of the Grandmaster's ships, including his fastest one, called the Godfather."
Thor and the Valkyrie simultaneously cast suspicious glances.
Loki raised his hands, looking innocent: "Don't look at me like that, I've been stuck here for a long time too. This time, I genuinely want to help."
They didn't know that in the Grandmaster's control room, a huge screen was broadcasting everything in the suite in real-time. The Grandmaster sat with his legs crossed, eating squirming snacks from a plate, and smiled at his adjutant: "Look! Family drama, betrayal, alliance! It's too exciting! Go, release the lava hounds, give them some extra challenge. Live stream on all channels, the title will be—'Champion's Glorious Escape!'"
A piercing alarm blared through the suite, and the lights on the walls instantly turned blood-red.
"Alarm! Rebels detected in Sector A! Lava Hounds deployed!"
Korg jumped in surprise: "How did they know?"
Loki, however, gave a playful smile and looked at Thor: "It seems our party has started early."
A large hole was melted into the suite's alloy door, and molten metal dripped onto the carpet, sizzling.
Two mechanical creatures resembling hyenas rushed in, lava flowing from their joints, molten rock dripping from their open mouths, burning black holes into the luxurious carpet.
Thor's eyes narrowed, and he immediately ordered: "Loki, lead the way! Valkyrie, flank! Korg, protect them!"
The Valkyrie didn't waste words, drawing two energy pistols, she rolled behind the sofa and began to fire. Korggrunted in acknowledgment, forming a wall with his rock body in front of Bill's medical bed.
Loki retreated to the back of the room, pointing to a large ventilation duct: "Go this way! It leads directly to the lower-level waste disposal channel, a blind spot for surveillance!"
Thor didn't even look, his whole body erupting in dazzling electrical light as he actively met the two mechanical hounds. A thick bolt of lightning shot from his hand, whipping one of the hounds, causing electrical arcs to spark across its metal shell and slowing its movements for a second.
The other hound pounced on the Valkyrie, who deftly dodged it. Several energy blasts accurately hit the hound's knee joints, sparking, but seemingly doing no damage. Beta Ray Bill roared from his medical bed, controlling the bed to ram into the hound, sending it stumbling back.
Thor seized the opportunity, transforming into a flash of electricity and appearing above the first hound's head, bringing his fists together and smashing down hard. The mechanical hound's head was crushed into its chest, exploding into a pile of smoking parts.
Just as he was about to deal with the second one, his peripheral vision caught sight of something strange.
A fist-sized silver flying device hovered not far in front of him, a red indicator light blinking on it, its camera pointed directly at him.
Thor's movements paused for zero point one second.
He turned his head and, sure enough, found similar filming robots in several other corners.
They were recording everything from various tricky angles.
He looked into the melted corridor, where more hounds were surging in, but their formation was less like an encirclement and more like a queue to enter, waiting to be on camera.
His anger was extinguished as if by a bucket of cold water.
He turned to look at Loki in the corner, who was subtly adjusting his collar towards a filming robot, even flashing a perfectly timed, slightly mischievous smile.
This scoundrel knew all along.
Thor took a deep breath, a sense of absurdity welling up. He no longer held back or considered tactics, but deliberately struck an exaggerated pose, extending his arms towards the ceiling. More lightning was drawn to him, gathering on his body, making him look like a true Thor.
He unleashed a fan-shaped chain lightning at the surging pack of hounds.
The Valkyrie also noticed the filming robots; she rolled her eyes, but her movements were faster, each shot aiming directly for the hounds' energy cores, just wanting to end this farce quickly.
Loki led the way, constantly providing "commentary": "Oh, look, brother, watch your left! That big one looks like it's about to self-destruct! How thrilling!"
They fought their way through; it was less an escape and more like participating in a carefully designed Zhenren (Immortal) obstacle course.
The defensive turrets in the corridor always malfunctioned just as they were about to enter range, and the pursuing guards always tripped over unexpectedly slipping cleaning robots at the most crucial moments.
When they finally burst into a huge hangar, everyone fell silent.
In the center of the hangar, a sleek, all-black luxury spaceship rested quietly, none other than the "Godfather" that Loki had mentioned. The ship's boarding ramp was already lowered, and a spotlight from the ceiling illuminated the entire vessel.
On all sides of the hangar, huge holographic screens were broadcasting live footage of their "heroic" battle, and the people of Sakaar were cheering for their new champion and his "rebellious companions."
Thor walked onto the ship without a word, slumping into the pilot's seat.
The Valkyrie followed, kicking the side of the control panel hard.
Korg exclaimed: "Wow, this ship is really nice! Much better than our last one! It even has leather seats!"
Loki whistled, skillfully operating the control panel, and the ship's engines hummed smoothly.
A message from the Grandmaster suddenly played on the ship: "My esteemed guest has traded your freedom for you. Today's show will serve as payment for this ship. Good luck, Lord of Thunder!"
Chapter 148 Re-entering the Sea of Laws
The resting room the Grandmaster prepared for Chu Hang on Sakaar.
Chu Hang sat cross-legged, the non-stop revelry of Sakaar shut out.
He had to deal with the tangled mess in his mind.
The Spiritual Law copied from Vision was like an elusive mist. The Reality Warping stripped from the Aether Particle, on the other hand, was like a drop of ink, wanting to dye everything its color.
These two powers were too abstract and too dangerous.
He had been suppressing them using the method he learned from Odin, not daring to make the slightest mistake. Odin had warned him that everyone who walked this path had died.
He had originally planned to spend decades, even centuries, slowly refining and completely digesting these powers.
But now, he felt something was wrong.
A sense of rejection from the deepest layers of the Universe.
This Universe was cleaning out him, an anomaly.
He couldn't suppress it anymore.
An irresistible pulling force came from the deepest part of his soul.
The energy wall in front of him disappeared, and the sensation of his body also vanished.
His consciousness was violently dragged into a boundless ocean.
The sea of laws.
It wasn't his first time here, but this time, he wasn't here by choice; he was forcibly dragged in.
There was no turning back.
He had no choice.
He plunged headfirst into that ocean composed of countless silver grids. The Law of Space.
This was his home ground; he was very familiar with it.
Like a fish returning to Water, every grid node resonated with his consciousness.
Space was like clay that he could knead at will before him.
He easily reached the other shore.
Next was the purple storm ocean. The Law of Force.
The violent energy was enough to tear apart stars, but for him, it was a great tonic. He spread his arms, letting the forces wash over his will, taming them one by one.
This sea was also easily crossed.
But his good luck ended there.
The third sea was made of flesh and blood. The Law of Body.
The green of the Healing Factor, the gold of the super soldier serum, the platinum of the God bloodline—three colors mixed into a boiling thick soup.
The moment he jumped in, his consciousness felt like it was thrown into a meat grinder.
Every power within his body was rebelling, wanting to assert dominance and expel other powers.
His will was like iron being repeatedly hammered, each strike leaving deeper cracks.
His consciousness was torn apart, then healed, then torn apart again.
He could only grit his teeth and use the most clumsy method, forcibly pressing these forces together, kneading and folding them over and over again like dough.
When he crawled out, covered in wounds, his will was almost shattered into dust.
The fourth sea was White. The Spiritual Law.
Composed of pure logic and data. There was no pain, but it was more terrifying than pain.
As soon as his consciousness entered, it began to dissipate.
Memories, emotions, and even the name "Chu Hang" began to blur, turning into lines of code that could be modified.
He was about to forget who he was.
Just as he was about to completely merge into this sea of data, a hint of red flashed.
He clung to it desperately, re-condensing his crumbling consciousness, and struggled to swim to the other shore.
The last sea, scarlet. Reality Warping.
Just standing on the shore, he felt his perception being distorted.
He saw himself back at the company, typing on a computer screen, everything just now being a bizarre dream.
He also saw himself as the supreme God of the Universe, able to create galaxies with a single thought and destroy everything with a flick of his finger.
Countless real illusions were born and died in his mind.
He knew that if he believed in any one of them, he would be trapped forever, becoming a part of this scarlet ocean.
He closed his eyes, gave up thinking, and gave up distinguishing.
He only remembered one thing—greed.
He wanted all of it. Whether it was real or fake, he wanted it all.
With this unreasonable greed, he plunged into the scarlet ocean.
His consciousness was torn into billions of pieces, each experiencing a different life. But his core greed, like an invisible thread, held these fragments firmly together.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally broke through the fog and collapsed on the final shore.
He had crossed all five seas of laws.
But at this moment, these five forces in his consciousness were like five Beasts caged together, beginning their most primitive struggle.
Pain.
His soul was pulled simultaneously from five directions by five meat grinders.
The Law of Space wanted to exile everything.
The Law of Force wanted to smash everything.
The Law of Body wanted to devour everything.
The Spiritual Law wanted to format everything.
The Law of Reality was the most domineering; it wanted to define the other four as non-existent.
Chu Hang's consciousness was like a rag doll, repeatedly torn, crushed, and reassembled at the center of the conflict.
He wanted to give up, but he was unwilling.
These were all his assets; why should he let them destroy him?
He tried to use Odin's magic knowledge to build a mental furnace; the furnace instantly collapsed.
He then tried to isolate them with the Ancient One's Mirror Dimension; the mirror space was directly twisted into a pretzel by the Law of Reality.
All techniques, at the true level of laws, were like children's toys.
He had to find a king who could control these five powers.
He reviewed all his abilities, from the Healing Factor to Reality Warping.
None.
These abilities themselves were manifestations of laws, only strong or weak, not superior or inferior.
As his consciousness was about to be obliterated, the icon of the [superpower copier], that golden finger that had been silent for a long time in his mind, flickered.
He suddenly understood.
He didn't need to balance them, because they were originally one.
Space, Force, Body, Spirit, Reality—these were the five fundamental aspects that constitute an "existence."
What he had to do was not make them compromise, but make them jointly serve one existence—himself.
He gave up resisting and completely opened his riddled consciousness.
He sent out the simplest thought to those five violent laws:
"I am here."
The silver grids of the Law of Space were the first to stop, forming a stable coordinate around his core consciousness.
The purple storm of the Law of Force then subsided, turning into energy, filling this coordinate.
The flesh and blood ocean of the Law of Body no longer churned, using the coordinate as a skeleton and energy as flesh and blood, shaping his form.
The White data stream of the Spiritual Law poured into this form, igniting the fire of consciousness.
Finally, the scarlet light of the Law of Reality enveloped all of this; it did not distort, but acknowledged.
It declared to the entire Universe that Chu Hang, composed of five laws, was a real existence.
The five forces no longer struggled, but like five precise gears, they meshed perfectly together, forming a brand new system.
The core of this system was his self-perception—I.
He felt he had never been so powerful, nor so complete.
The moment the laws reached equilibrium, an indescribable fluctuation erupted from the core of his consciousness.
The fluctuation ignored the sea of laws and instantly spread to the real Universe.
Sakaar.
The meditation room at the top of the Grandmaster's palace silently disappeared.
The entire sky of Sakaar, that artificial firmament, rippled with rainbow-colored waves, like a body of Water into which a stone had been thrown.
All the revelers stopped, looking up at the sky in confusion.
In a corner of the Universe, The Collector, sitting on a throne, suddenly looked up into the void.
"A new player... has entered the game."
And in a more distant place, where even time did not exist, a giant in golden armor slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze pierced through countless dimensions, falling on the source that caused the anomaly.
Chapter 149 Becoming the Heavenly Father (End of this Volume)
The sky above Sakaar cracked.
A rift appeared out of nowhere; inside was not the starry sky, but a chaotic void.
Silver spatial grids formed the skeleton, purple power storms were the flesh, and golden-green torrents of life surged within it. Pure white data streams were like nerves, and a crimson halo was like a seal, forcibly recognizing all these unreasonable existences as real.
A giant humanoid silhouette rose from the chaos.
It was Chu Hang's will.
He merely stood there, and the dimension of Sakaarbegan to distort.
Then, a torrent of laws found its outlet.
Chu Hang's body.
The anomaly covering the sky furiously poured into his suspended physical body.
Torrents of energy washed over his body.
Every inch of skin, every cell, was being shattered, decomposed, and then reassembled into a higher life form.
The shackles of a mortal body were completely broken.
The giant humanoid silhouette, Chu Hang's spiritual body, looked down.
He saw the past.
The mud of Normandy, the darkness in the ice, the light on Carol, Tony's mentor, the Avengers' final backing.
From an insect that could be crushed at any moment, to now, standing at the pinnacle of this Universe.
He was no longer that insect.
The spiritual body suddenly sank like a meteor, rushing back into the physical body below, which was enveloped by laws.
The moment the two touched, Chu Hang's body let out a groan of unbearable strain.
His skin burned red inch by inch, like a branding iron.
His silver-white long hair moved without wind, and tiny spatial cracks tore open at the end of each strand of hair.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
There were no whites, no pupils, only two slowly rotating Nebulae.
The power of the five laws had finally found a perfect vessel.
The space, time, matter, energy, and even reality itself around him became docile, like an extension of his body.
He opened his mouth, but there was no sound.
An invisible shockwave exploded with him at the center.
All the holographic screens on Sakaar burst into a pile of data streams.
The luxurious decorations in the Grandmaster's palace silently turned to dust.
This declaration even penetrated dimensions.
After the shockwave subsided, the dispersed energy did not disappear.
An invisible domain, a hundred meters in diameter, formed around Chu Hang.
Within the domain, everything was still.
With a thought, Chu Hang caused the suspended dust to flow backward, reconstructing into walls. But the material had transformed into transparent crystals shimmering with starlight.
Law Domain.
Within his domain, he was the sole truth.
An old voice rang directly in his head.
"Friend, hold back a little; this place can't handle such a commotion."
As the words fell, the crystal palace where Chu Hangwas located began to flicker violently.
On one side was the Grandmaster's exaggerated gold, and on the other was Chu Hang's profound starry sky.
Two realities fiercely contended for the definition of this space.
A vast will attempted to break down his domain, formatting everything here back to how the Grandmaster liked it.
Sakaar's fundamental laws were telling him: here, the Grandmaster was everything.
He did not resist directly.
He simply added a new rule calmly within his own domain.
"This place has nothing to do with Sakaar."
With a soft hum.
The boundary of the hundred-meter-diameter Law Domain became incredibly clear, like a perfectly smooth soap bubble.
Inside this bubble, all laws related to Sakaar were instantly severed.
The will from the Grandmaster came to an abrupt halt.
The flickering of the crystal palace stopped, stabilizing into an eternal starry sky.
Chu Hang lifted his foot and took a step forward.
He moved the entire Law Domain forward by one step.
Walls, guards, those lavish decorations... the moment they touched the domain's boundary, their concept of existence was erased, disappearing silently.
Because within his domain, they were not recognized.
He was like a moving, hundred-meter-diameter Universe, beginning to "stroll" through the Grandmaster's palace.
With his second step, he was already standing before the Grandmaster.
This Elder of the Universe, who had lived for countless eons, sat on his extravagant throne, the playful expression on his face completely gone for the first time.
In its place were astonishment and solemnity.
His gaze did not fall on Chu Hang, but was fixed on the domain boundary that enveloped himself and the entire control room.
What he saw was not a powerful individual.
What he saw was a walking, independent, self-contained... World, with its own complete laws.
The Grandmaster rose from his throne.
He had lived for billions of years, and this was the first time he had encountered a Skyfather level being so powerful immediately after their ascension.
He stretched out his hand, fingers spread, and fiercely clenched it towards Chu Hang's domain.
"Here, I am the rule!"
As he spoke, the fundamental laws of all Sakaar began to respond to him.
An invisible, golden torrent of will, like a tsunami, crashed against Chu Hang's hundred-meter-diameter bubble.
However, Chu Hang merely looked at him calmly, not even batting an eyelid.
The moment the Grandmaster's will touched the domain's boundary, he simply added a new rule within his own World.
"Isolation."
That golden torrent, powerful enough to distort reality, was like hitting an invisible, perfectly smooth wall, unable to stir even a ripple, and was completely isolated outside.
The Grandmaster was very surprised; having lived for so long, he had never seen anyone whose power could so unreasonably reject his laws.
He raised his hand again; this time, he mobilized the energy of the entire Sakaar.
A golden scepter made of pure energy, capable of melting everything, appeared in his hand.
"In the World I created, everything will be melted!"
He pointed the scepter at Chu Hang.
Chu Hang looked at the scepter and finally made a slight movement.
He raised his right hand and, facing the Grandmaster, lightly snapped his fingers.
There was no sound, no light effect.
But within Chu Hang's Law Domain, the concept of melting was instantly redefined.
The golden scepter in the Grandmaster's hand instantly lost all its energy, turning into a comical carrot with a small yellow flower stuck in it.
The Grandmaster, holding the carrot, was completely stunned.
He looked down at the vegetable in his hand, then looked up at the calm Chu Hang, his mind entering an unprecedented state of shutdown.
He only heard Chu Hang say: "Wherever my domain reaches, all great power belongs to me."
After speaking, Chu Hang looked up.
His palace dome, made of starlight crystals, instantly vanished, revealing not the Grandmaster's palace ceiling, but the real, cold, dark Universe.
But that was not all.
This real starry sky began to expand outward at an incredible speed.
In an instant, the entire artificial, eternally clear blue sky of Sakaar flickered violently, like a distorted television signal.
All the residents on the Planet who were celebrating saw the fleeting, star-filled real Universe, and the god-like figure at its center.
Then, everything returned to normal.
As if it had just been a collective hallucination.
But the Grandmaster knew it was not a hallucination.
The opponent's power had briefly covered the entire Sakaar, seizing the right to define the World from him for a moment.
[End of Volume]
Chapter 150 Subduing Hela
Chu Hang didn't bother with the Grandmaster any further; he took a step and was no longer on Sakaar.
He tore open a spatial rift, locking the coordinates onto Asgard.
On the other side of the rift was a sea of fire.
The golden Divine Realm was in ruins, and a woman stood on the Bifrost Bridge: Hela.
Her black hair danced behind her, and beneath her feet were dense ranks of undead Soldiers. Heimdall and the last group of Asgardian civilians were firmly cornered at the bridgehead.
Hela's power was connected to all of Asgard; with every breath, her aura grew stronger.
Just then, Chu Hang felt a familiar power of lightning.
Despair, determination.
He activated his mental perception and saw Thorclutching Surtur's crown, searching for the Eternal Flamein Odin's vault.
He intended to initiate Ragnarok, exchanging one demon for another.
He wanted to personally destroy Asgard.
No.
Chu Hang frowned. He had promised Odin to protect Asgard three times.
His figure vanished from where he stood.
The next moment, he appeared before the Eternal Flamein Odin's vault, seizing Surtur's crown just as Thor was about to set it down.
Thor, rushing forward single-mindedly, nearly collided with Chu Hang. He stopped abruptly, his eyes widening as he recognized the newcomer.
"Chu Hang, you're finally here! Let go of me quickly, this is the only way to stop Hela!"
Chu Hang didn't answer, merely glancing at the crown in Thor's hand, and spoke calmly: "I promised your father to protect Asgard three times. Destroying it is not included."
"Get out of the way!" Thor's voice was hoarse and bloodshot, "This is the only way! Hela's power is tied to Asgard; as long as this land exists, she is immortal! We can't defeat her!"
He tried to go around, but Chu Hang stood there like a mountain.
Loki and the Valkyrie also followed him in, and seeing this scene, they were both stunned.
"Then sever her connection with Asgard," Chu Hang's tone was very calm.
Thor stopped, looking at him incredulously, then turning to anger.
"Sever? You say it so easily! That's something even my father couldn't reverse!"
Loki also frowned. He understood magic better than Thor, and Chu Hang's words sounded like madness to him.
"I am no one," Chu Hang extended a hand and placed it on Thor's chest, stopping his forward momentum, "I am merely here to fulfill a promise."
Thor felt like he had hit an invisible wall. He used all his strength, but that hand remained motionless. This incomprehensible power shattered his last bit of reason.
"Get out!"
Thor roared, no longer relying on brute force. The power of Thor within him was pushed to its limit, his eyes transformed into two blue Suns, and violent lightning snakes coursed through his body.
This was no ordinary lightning.
A dragon-like bolt of lightning descended, striking fiercely at Chu Hang, who was just a meter away.
Loki and the Valkyrie's faces changed drastically, and they instinctively retreated.
But the anticipated explosion did not occur.
There was no loud bang, no bright flash, not even a ripple in the air.
That bolt of lightning vanished into thin air one meter before it touched Chu Hang's body.
Like a drop of Water merging into the sea, like a wisp of smoke scattered by the wind.
The lightning in Thor's eyes extinguished.
He stared blankly at Chu Hang, at his friend whose clothes didn't even have a single wrinkle, his mind a blank slate.
His strongest attack hadn't even made the other person flinch.
This disparity was no longer a matter of mere strength.
Chu Hang still looked at him calmly. His hand moved from Thor's chest, taking Surtur's crown in the process.
"Go to the Bifrost Bridge," Chu Hang's voice was beyond question, "Protect the remaining people. Leave this place to me."
After speaking, he didn't spare Thor another glance, turning and walking out of the vault step by step, towards the battlefield shrouded in Death.
Thor, Loki, and the Valkyrie stood frozen, watching his back, unable to utter a single word.
They knew that a being they completely couldn't comprehend had returned.
Hela saw him.
She stopped toying with Heimdall, turned around, and her gaze fell upon Chu Hang.
"I didn't expect you to become so strong again so quickly, but it's useless; I cannot be defeated in Asgard," she chuckled lightly, her voice cold.
She didn't bother to walk over, merely raising her hand gently.
The entire Bifrost Bridge groaned.
Countless thick obsidian spikes suddenly shot out from beneath the bridge, piercing towards Chu Hang from all directions with a shriek. Each spike was entwined with dense Law of Death.
Chu Hang merely raised an eyebrow.
His Law domain silently unfolded.
A translucent sphere, a hundred meters in diameter, expanded with him at its center, encompassing him, Hela, and all the spikes that were about to pierce his body.
Within the domain, everything changed.
The furious spikes abruptly stalled. The Law of Deathentwined around them rapidly dimmed.
The smile on Hela's face froze.
She felt that the endless power flowing between her and Asgard had been forcibly severed by something.
It was like a person breathing suddenly having their lungs removed.
Chu Hang looked at her, and within his domain, calmly declared the first rule.
"Here, Asgard's connection to you does not exist."
As his voice fell, Hela's body trembled violently.
She felt the countless black energy threads extending from deep within Asgard's ley lines, connected to her soul, being neatly severed within Chu Hang's domain.
Her resonance with this land disappeared.
The obsidian spikes that had reached Chu Hang's face, deprived of power, weathered and crumbled within a second, turning into harmless black dust on the ground.
Hela's expression changed for the first time, from arrogance to horror.
"What did you do?" she shrieked, feeling panic.
Chu Hang did not answer.
He raised his hand, and towards Hela's direction, gently clenched his five fingers.
Within his domain, the Law of Space was his will.
The space around Hela was gripped by an invisible giant hand, frantically compressing inwards.
She felt like she had been thrown into a shrinking iron coffin, with pressure from all directions strong enough to crush stars.
She tried to summon the power of Death, but that power became sluggish and weak. She tried to move but found she couldn't even move a finger. Space itself became the strongest cage.
Her bones groaned under the unbearable pressure. Her proud divine body, under this pure Law suppression, was as fragile as a porcelain doll.
She was finally afraid.
This man was not using energy, nor magic, but rules that she could not comprehend or resist.
Chu Hang walked step by step towards her, looking at the Goddess of Death, who was unable to move, squeezed by the power of space.
"Your era is over, Hela," he said, "But Odin's bloodline should not be severed. Asgard needs a guardian, and you are very suitable."
"You wish!" Hela squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, "I am Death! You kill me, and I will still..."
Chu Hang couldn't be bothered to listen to her threats.
He extended his index finger, and a tiny star-like gleam lit up at its tip. That was the highly condensed seed of five laws.
"I don't need your consent."
He gently pressed that star-like gleam onto Hela's brow.
Hela let out a piercing scream. That star-like gleam ignored all her defenses, directly merging into her spiritual origin.
She could feel that an imprint not belonging to her had been forcibly implanted into her laws. With just a thought from that man, this imprint could detonate all her power, utterly annihilating her.
Chu Hang withdrew his hand, and the Law domain dissipated with it.
The pressure on Hela's body vanished, and she collapsed onto the Bifrost Bridge, panting heavily.
Chu Hang looked down at her.
"From today on, you will guard Asgard. This is your glory, and also your prison."
Chapter 151 The Guardians of Asgard
Thor, Loki, and Valkyrie rushed out of the treasury.
The scene before them made them stop.
On the Bifrost Bridge, Hela knelt on the ground. The Goddess of Death, who had crushed Mjolnir and slaughtered the army of the Heavenly Palace, hung her head, her body trembling slightly.
Facing her stood Chu Hang.
He was still wearing his Earthling casual clothes, without a single wrinkle.
Thor's mind buzzed, a complete blank.
He couldn't understand.
Minutes ago, he was still preparing to perish with Asgard, to trade Ragnarok for this unconquerable sister.
Now, she knelt.
Anger overwhelmed the shock.
"Why didn't you kill her?" Thor strode forward, his voice trembling with emotion. He pointed at Hela, roaring at Chu Hang, "She killed so many of our people! She destroyed Asgard!"
Chu Hang's gaze swept over the surviving, terrified civilians at the bridgehead, finally resting on Thor's face.
His eyes were calm, as if looking at an ignorant child.
"Asgard needs a king, a strong enough king," he said, his tone as flat as if discussing the weather, "You are not qualified yet."
These words were like an invisible heavy hammer, striking Thor's chest fiercely.
I am Odin's son, the future king of Asgard.
All his pride, all his persistence, was shattered at this moment.
"I am the King of Asgard!" he roared, eyes red, "I will never allow this executioner to sit on the throne!"
He raised his fist again, without lightning, like a mortal, charging forward with unyielding determination.
But he only took two steps.
The surrounding air suddenly became viscous, like solidified cement.
He felt himself sinking into an invisible quagmire, every movement exhausting all his strength.
Chu Hang was only a few meters away, yet he struggled as if in slow motion, unable to get any closer.
Loki's pupils suddenly constricted; he knew better than anyone what this meant.
This was not magic, not energy; this was control over the rules themselves. He quietly took half a step back, increasing the distance from his brother.
Valkyrie gripped the hilt of her Dragonfang sword, veins bulging on the back of her hand, but Heimdall placed a hand on her shoulder and slowly shook his head at her.
Chu Hang ignored Thor, who struggled like an insect in amber.
He raised his hand, and the grotesque Surtur's crown, capable of triggering Ragnarok, floated quietly in his palm.
He looked at all the Asgardians who had survived the catastrophe, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.
"From today, Hela Odindottir is Asgard's new Guardian."
"Her strength will protect you, and her life will be tied to this land until she atones for all her sins."
"This is my will."
As his words fell, he gently closed his five fingers.
"No!"
A shrill scream came from within the crown.
That indestructible dark creation, in his hand, was crushed inch by inch like a fragile eggshell.
No explosion, no energy dissipation.
The metal and Law that composed it were directly decomposed into the most basic particles, scattering in the wind.
A deathly silence fell over the Bifrost Bridge.
Only Thor's heavy breathing remained.
He was pinned in place, unable to move.
Days ago, this man was his comrade, a powerful but equally capable partner.
Now, as the other stood there, he felt as if he were facing Odin.
Chu Hang finally turned his gaze to Thor.
"A qualified king must first learn not to fight, but to make choices."
He casually waved his hand, and the power that confined Thor instantly dissipated.
Thor stumbled, nearly falling to his knees. He used all his strength to steady himself, clenching his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but he could no longer muster any thought of resistance.
Chu Hang was right.
He was powerless to refute.
Chu Hang turned to Hela, who was still kneeling on the ground.
Her body was still trembling, and those eyes once filled with slaughter and arrogance now held only fear. The Law imprint Chu Hang had planted in her soul kept her from making any sudden moves.
"Get up," Chu Hang commanded.
Hela's body stiffened, and she slowly, humiliatingly, stood up.
Chu Hang's gaze swept over the empty bridge behind her, where her proud army of the dead once stood.
"Let them rest in peace," he issued another command.
Hela's face turned pale; that was her last army, a symbol of her authority.
She gritted her teeth, instinctively wanting to resist, but a needle-like sting deep in her brow made her shudder.
She finally raised her hand and, with a helpless wave, directed it at the empty bridge.
Beneath Asgard, those dormant undead Soldiers, awaiting summons, were utterly reduced to dust with that wave, vanishing forever.
Loki's eyes flickered; he knew it was his turn to appear.
He immediately stepped forward, straightened his robes, and bowed deeply to Chu Hang, adopting a very humble posture.
"You have displayed true kingly demeanor; it is an honor for the Nine Realms that Asgard can be reborn under your protection," he said in his most sincere tone.
Chu Hang glanced at him, a faint curve playing on his lips.
"You are very eloquent, Loki. I hope you remain this clever in the future."
A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on Loki's back. He knew that his petty schemes could not be hidden from this man.
Chu Hang no longer paid attention to these gods with their differing thoughts.
He turned around, facing the scarred ruins.
The Heavenly Palace had collapsed, the gardens burned, and the sky was dim from the fires of war.
He slowly raised his right hand.
"The scars here should be healed."
As his words fell, the Law of Reality Warping activated.
An invisible ripple swept across all of Asgard.
The grotesque cracks and bottomless ravines on the ground, as if wiped by an invisible hand, began to heal rapidly.
"The buildings should regain their glory."
The Law of Force and Space Control activated simultaneously.
Countless palace remnants, large and small stones, slowly floated into the air from the ruins. They did not piece together, but were ground into the purest golden particles in the air, like a grand, sky-filling rain of fireflies.
Immediately after, these golden particles began to reshape.
Brand new palaces rose from the ground, their lines more fluid than before, their structures more magnificent. Golden domes, under the dim sky, once again radiated sacred light.
The broken Bifrost Bridge also began to self-repair. The bridge body was no longer fragile glass, but a translucent crystal entity composed of pure energy, with colorful streams of light slowly flowing within it.
Finally, Chu Hang's gaze swept over the withered trees and scorched earth.
"This place should be filled with life again."
The Law of Time transformed into a visible green light rain, descending from the sky.
Wherever the light rain touched, withered trees came back to life, and tender shoots broke through the soil. On the scorched earth, emerald green lawns spread at an incredible speed, and flowers quietly bloomed among them.
In just a few tens of seconds, Asgard transformed from a hellish ruin into a divine realm more glorious and vibrant than ever before.
Everyone was stunned.
Chu Hang slowly lowered his hand, turned around, and looked again at the disheartened Thor.
"Now, Asgard is fine, but you are still too weak."
He looked Thor up and down, who stood empty-handed, and shook his head.
"No hammer, can't fight? How shameful."
Chapter 152 Enhanced Stormbreaker
Thor's fists were clenched tightly.
Chu Hang's words were like a needle, pricking his pride.
He was the son of Odin, the future King of Asgard.
But now, he couldn't even protect his own home. And this man, with a wave of his hand, reshaped the Divine Realm, crushed Surtur's crown, and turned his overbearing sister into a guard dog.
This disparity made him feel powerless.
Chu Hang, as if he hadn't seen Thor's flushed face, continued to speak to himself, "A King cannot be without a handy weapon. mjolnir is broken, so replace it with a stronger one."
Thor finally squeezed out a few words, his voice hoarse: "mjolnir... is unique! It was forged from the core of a dying star!"
Chu Hang retorted, his tone as calm as if he were asking about the weather: "So what? Then find another star. The dwarves of Nidavellir shouldn't all be dead."
Nidavellir.
This name made Thor's breath catch. It was the legendary dwarven realm, where the Nine Realms' most skilled craftsmen gathered.
His hammer, Odin's Eternal Spear, both came from the forges there.
He instinctively retorted, but his confidence was already lacking: "They won't forge weapons for outsiders."
Chu Hang glanced at him, his gaze like he was looking at an ignorant bumpkin who had never seen the World.
He didn't give Thor a chance to react, placing a hand directly on Thor's shoulder.
An irresistible force locked Thor in place; he couldn't even conjure the thought of struggling.
"Let's go, don't waste time."
Chu Hang casually swiped in front of him.
Without light, without runes, space was torn open like a piece of cloth, revealing a pitch-black gap.
On the other side of the rift was the cold, vast starry sky, and a gigantic, extinguished ring-shaped metal World.
Chu Hang stepped inside.
Thor gritted his teeth and could only follow.
He knew he had no choice.
On the other side of the rift was absolute silence.
Cold, bone-chilling cold.
The dwarven realm, which Thor remembered as always roaring and ablaze with Fire, now floated in the Universelike a giant steel corpse.
On the huge metal ring, the forges that should have been spewing stellar flames were covered with a thick layer of frost. Unfinished weapons and giant hammers were casually discarded on the forging platforms, encrusted with ice crystals.
There were no corpses, but this complete disappearance of life was more chilling than a field strewn with bodies.
A colossal figure emerged from the Shadow of an extinguished forge.
He was two heads taller than Thor, as sturdy as a small mountain.
He was Eitri, the Dwarf King.
But his hands, which should have been the most nimble in the Nine Realms, were now sealed by two lumps of solidified Uru metal, like two ugly iron balls.
Eitri saw Thor, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his cloudy eyes, immediately drowned by overwhelming rage.
"Son of Odin," his voice was hoarse, like two pieces of metal rubbing together, "You were supposed to protect us! Where were you when Thanos came?"
His gaze quickly moved from the distraught Thor and fixed on Chu Hang.
As the craftsman who had forged the Infinity Gauntlet, his perception of laws and energy far exceeded that of ordinary people.
He could sense that this seemingly ordinary man contained a sea of laws hotter than a star and deeper than a black hole.
That power was far beyond Odin's.
The desperate Dwarf King suddenly knelt, his massive body hitting the metal floor with a dull thud.
He raised his ruined hands towards Chu Hang, his voice filled with pleading and madness: "Avenge me! I will forge you a weapon, a true god-slaying weapon! A weapon that can cut off Thanos's head!"
Chu Hang merely looked at him calmly and shook his head.
"I don't need weapons."
His voice was light, yet it struck Eitri and Thor's hearts like a heavy hammer.
"At my level, weapons are a burden. All great power should belong to oneself."
He turned sideways and pointed to the bewildered Thorbeside him.
"He needs it. Forge him an axe worthy of his status."
Eitri looked up, despairingly pointing at the distant neutron star, which was now completely dim and encased in ice: "The forge is extinguished! Without the energy of a star, I can do nothing! Nidavellir is dead!"
Chu Hang merely glanced at the frozen star, his tone as calm as stating a fact: "It's just sleeping, not dead."
He turned to Thor, his chin nodding towards the desolate Planet.
"Go, wake it up."
Eitri suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes filled with madness: "No! The star's iris is frozen shut; someone needs to pry it open from the outside! That will withstand the raw, undiluted energy of a neutron star! That's suicide!"
Thor said nothing.
He looked at Chu Hang, then at Eitri's ruined hands, and finally at the desolate star in the distance.
He said nothing, only turned silently and flew towards the gigantic ring-shaped structure that controlled the iris.
No grand declarations, no hesitation, only a stubborn determination.
Chu Hang watched his retreating figure, and a subtle curve finally appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This was the son of Odin he wanted to see.
Thor landed on the giant metal ring; the cold beneath his feet almost froze his soul. He found the massive, mountain-like lever and pulled it with all his strength.
The metal groaned piercingly, and cracks began to appear in the ice, but the iris only opened a negligible gap.
Eitri roared hoarsely from a distance: "Not enough! Wider! You need to open the entire aperture!"
Thor roared, the muscles in his arms bulging. He no longer used brute force but poured the recently awakened power of Thor into his arms without reservation.
Blue electric snakes danced wildly around him, and he transformed into a miniature lightning storm.
The lever finally moved.
The massive iris began to slowly rotate and open.
Just as the aperture opened halfway, the first ray of starlight, or rather, stellar energy, gushed out from the gap.
It wasn't light; it was a pure, destructive torrent of energy.
Thor didn't even have time to scream before he was hit head-on by this energy.
His skin, muscles, and internal organs were vaporized in an instant, leaving only a glowing skeleton.
But the next second, the Divine King's bloodline he inherited from Odin, his own Thor divinity, began to frantically repair his body.
Flesh and blood regenerated at a visible rate, and his bones became even stronger under the scour of the energy.
He endured unimaginable pain, caught between destruction and rebirth.
He clung tightly to the lever, allowing the star's flames to burn him to ash repeatedly, only to be reshaped each time.
He felt like a piece of iron being hammered repeatedly, on the verge of collapse every second, yet stronger than the last.
Finally, the iris was fully opened.
A pillar of energy, tens of kilometers in diameter and incandescent, accurately struck Nidavellir's central forge.
The desolate forge instantly ignited, and years of accumulated frost evaporated in a tenth of a second.
Eitri let out a roar of ecstasy. He directed the giant mechanical arm, feeding rune-carved Uru ingots into the forge.
The divine steel rapidly melted in the star's flames, turning into flowing liquid metal that seemed to contain an entire galaxy.
Eitri skillfully manipulated the mold, guiding the liquid metal to slowly cast the rough shape of a weapon that combined the sharpness of a battle-axe with the heft of a warhammer, full of violent aesthetics.
The axe blade cooled and formed in the mold, emanating a destructive aura.
Just then, Eitri suddenly roared at Thor, who was almost a charred corpse: "Axe handle! Quick! We need an axe handle!"
However, Thor had reached his limit; he couldn't even maintain his form, let alone search for an axe handle.
The scorching axe blade was about to cool and solidify; once missed, this forging would be a complete failure.
At this critical moment, Chu Hang moved.
He stepped out, came to the forge, and casually picked up an inconspicuous metal fragment that had shattered from the impact.
"This will do," he said.
He extended his other hand, fingers spread, towards the metal fragment.
Reality Warping
The metal fragment began to disintegrate at its most fundamental level.
Its atoms and particles were re-encoded and redefined under Chu Hang's will.
Its past was erased, its future rewritten.
A new reality was imposed upon it.
The metallic texture faded, replaced by a wooden texture as ancient and profound as the branches of the WorldTree.
It was stretched and shaped, becoming a thick axe handle imbued with a sense of primal power.
Immediately after, at the end of the axe handle near the blade, six shallow grooves of varying sizes and shapes appeared out of thin air, as if they were meant to be there.
Chu Hang released his hand.
The brand new axe handle seemed to come alive, transforming into a stream of light that flew precisely towards the scorching axe blade in mid-air.
The moment they touched, there was no loud bang, only a silent White light that illuminated all of Nidavellir.
A storm, fused with the power of thunder, space, and reality, erupted from the weapon's center.
Chapter 153 The Infinite War Begins
The white light faded.
A battle-axe hung in the air. Its axe-head was 漆 black, like a small black hole, devouring all the surrounding light. The axe-handle was a deep wooden color, with patterns like living things wrapped around it.
Thor was charred black, still emitting wisps of smoke. He staggered to his feet, each step leaving an electrified footprint on the metal floor. He reached out a trembling hand and grasped the wooden axe-handle.
A violent energy surged into his body.
"Try the Bifrost Bridge," Chu Hang's voice came from not far away.
Thor instinctively obeyed the command. He roared and raised the battle-axe high.
He himself became a beacon drawing lightning. The cosmic dust in the sky was ionized, and blue-white electric snakes furiously wrapped around the battle-axe. At the tip of the axe-blade, a rainbow-colored vortex began to twist and form, emitting a space-rending power.
"Not here," Chu Hang merely waved his hand casually.
The surrounding space instantly became viscous, as if solidified into amber. The Bifrost Bridge energy that was about to erupt was forcibly suppressed, dissipating into nothingness.
"It would tear this place apart," Chu Hang added.
Thor gasped for breath. He could feel the battle-axe humming with dissatisfaction in his hand, like a fierce beast caged.
He needed a target, a sufficiently large target to unleash this power.
He turned his head, his gaze fixed on a giant meteor several kilometers in diameter in the distance.
Without thinking much, he used all his strength to throw the battle-axe with all his might.
The battle-axe vanished the moment it left his hand.
The next second, it appeared directly in front of that giant meteor.
There was no sound, no explosion, not even a trace of energy fluctuation.
A clean, precise cut appeared on the meteor. That giant rock, which had drifted in the Universe for billions of years, silently split into two halves. The cut was smooth as a mirror, even reflecting the light of distant stars.
The battle-axe vanished again, and the next moment it was back in Thor's hand, emitting a low, satisfied hum.
Thor couldn't help but laugh. This was the power he wanted, absolute, unreasonable power.
"Stormbreaker," Chu Hang had walked up to him at some point. "If you fully unleash its power, you will be no less than Odin."
Thor stroked the rough axe-handle. He could feel a higher-level power within it that he completely couldn't comprehend. The six shallow grooves seemed to be calling out something softly.
"With it, I can kill Thanos," Thor's voice carried the fire of vengeance.
"Don't be naive," Chu Hang's voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head. "Thanos wants the six Infinity Stones. This axe, at most, only qualifies you to sit at the poker table, not flip it."
Chu Hang stretched out his finger and lightly tapped on the six grooves on the axe-handle.
"I left a few slots for you. In case you can snatch one or two Stones from Thanos, embed them. It can help you bear most of the backlash, so you won't be suppressed too much by the Stone's power."
Thor looked down at the six grooves, his pupils suddenly contracting.
Only now did he understand Chu Hang's meaning. This was not just a weapon; it was a container that could hold the power of Infinity, a simplified Infinity Gauntlet.
"It's time to go back," Chu Hang didn't explain further, casually tearing open a dark space rift. "On Earth, the show is about to begin."
The two stepped out of the rift.
Blinding sunlight and fresh air rushed in. Before them was the Avengers' new Base's training ground, with neatly trimmed lawns.
But it was too quiet here; there was no one.
"Where is everyone?" Thor asked with a frown. "Shouldn't they be training here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure in a red leather jacket ran out of the Base building.
It was Wanda.
When she saw Chu Hang, her eyes instantly lit up. All her unease and waiting transformed into this mad dash. She was like a bullet fired from a gun, directly plunging into Chu Hang's arms, knocking him back half a step.
"You're back," her voice trembled, with an uncontrollable sob.
Chu Hang was stunned for a moment, then patted her back, his tone unusually gentle: "I'm back. What happened here? Where are Tony and Steve?"
Wanda lifted her head from his embrace, her bright eyes dimming, filled with exhaustion and disappointment: "They had a fight. Over some agreement, and Sergeant Barnes... Tony stayed here, Steve left with his people. I didn't go anywhere, I told you, I would wait for you to come back."
Thor listened, bewildered.
When he left, this group of people were still heroes fighting side by side.
Now, the Avengers had just disbanded like this? All for a piece of paper and a person?
Just then, Chu Hang's expression darkened. He let go of Wanda, his gaze sharply fixed on a distant direction.
He felt a familiar energy being brutally torn apart; it was the Mind Stone's wail.
"Vision is calling for help."
"They're here."
Before he finished speaking, Chu Hang's figure had already vanished from his spot, leaving only a faint ripple in space.
Edinburgh, Scotland.
It was raining continuously, and the cobblestone alleys were muddy.
Vision lay on the ground, his Vibranium chest ripped open with a large hole, electric sparks constantly flickering. The Mind Stone on his forehead was firmly pressed by a long halberd glowing with a faint blue light, its energy being frantically extracted.
Corvus Glaive wore a sinister grin, preparing to complete the final harvest.
His wife, Proxima Midnight, holding a trident spear, stood guard nearby, forcing Steve, Natasha, and Sam to retreat step by step.
Steve's shield was covered in scorch marks, Natasha's escrima sticks couldn't get close, and one of Sam's mechanical wings was damaged, leaving him to dodge clumsily.
Just as Corvus Glaive's halberd was about to pierce the Stone's core, a hand appeared out of nowhere, two fingers lightly pinching the tip of the halberd.
Corvus Glaive was stunned; he hadn't even seen how the other party arrived. He tried to stab forward with all his strength, but the halberd, forged by his will, remained motionless, as if clamped by a mountain.
Chu Hang's figure solidified in the rain.
He glanced at the half-dead Vision on the ground and frowned.
"I'm gone, and you little cats and dogs have gotten bolder?"
He lightly twisted the fingers pinching the tip of the halberd.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the indestructible halberd snapped in two.
Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight in the distance were both stunned.
Chu Hang casually tossed away the broken half-halberd, bent down, and lightly tapped the Stone on Vision's forehead with his finger.
A gentle life energy infused, and the terrifying large hole in Vision's chest began to heal at a visible rate.
"Die!"
Corvus Glaive finally reacted. He roared, waving the remaining broken half-halberd, and thrust it towards Chu Hang's back.
Chu Hang didn't even turn his head.
The space one meter behind him rippled like a water surface. Corvus Glaive's broken halberd plunged into it, along with half his arm, as if stabbing into a ball of cotton.
The next second, directly above his head, the same spatial ripple appeared.
His own broken half-halberd stabbed out from within, its tip precisely aimed at his own crown.
Corvus Glaive was terrified out of his wits and tried to pull his hand back, but his half-arm seemed to be welded into another dimension, completely unable to break free.
He could only watch helplessly as his own weapon, with the force he himself had exerted, stabbed towards himself.
"Pfft!"
A dull sound of flesh being pierced.
The tip of the halberd pierced through his jaw, 貫穿 his entire skull.
Corvus Glaive's body stiffened, his eyes wide open, filled with disbelief.
"I don't kill fools," Chu Hang stood up, not even glancing at him. "Go back and tell your Master, the rules of the game have changed. If he wants the Stones, let him come and get them himself."
He waved his hand, and Corvus Glaive's corpse flew out like a rag doll, smashing heavily against the wet wall and sliding to the ground.
On the other side, Proxima Midnight, seeing her husband killed, let out a mournful scream. She didn't charge at Chu Hang but turned her spear, the long spear in her hand transforming into three deadly energy beams, shooting towards Wanda, who had just gotten up from the ground.
She knew Chu Hang was the real threat, but she chose to attack the weakest link to vent her anger and create chaos.
The three beams stopped abruptly in mid-air when they were still half a meter from Wanda.
Chu Hang had appeared in front of Wanda at some point.
He extended two fingers, pinching the middle energy beam, just like pinching a burning match.
Then, he exerted a slight force.
The three beams instantly annihilated, not even a speck of light remaining.
Proxima Midnight was completely terrified. This man's power was beyond her comprehension. She threw down her weapon and rushed desperately into the sky. An invisible spaceship met her, and she hurriedly disappeared into the clouds.
The battle was over.
Steve retrieved his shield and walked over with Natashaand Sam, his expression complex.
"Chu Hang..." Steve began, his voice a little dry. After many years, there was too much he wanted to say, but he didn't know where to start.
Chu Hang ignored him, only turning around to look at Wanda behind him.
Wanda's eyes held no relief of surviving a disaster, only a thick, unresolvable emotion, like grievance, and also like complaint.