Ten minutes earlier, on the front lines of the Nine Realms. Looking at the nearly endless massive mechanical army, everyone felt somewhat helpless. The Three Great Empires' reserves were simply too deep. The wave of troops they had been tricked into losing before could have solved Ragnarok for Asgard, yet it had barely been any time before they had brought in so many more forces.
Then again, they were the Three Great Empires. They had controlled 80% of the universe for countless millennia, so there was no need to guess how much wealth and military power they had accumulated. Although Asgard had also waged war throughout the universe, its win rate was high while its plundering efficiency was low. It was nowhere near the Mechanical Civilization.
Even so, they still had to fight. And there was nothing much to say about dealing with these mechanical soldiers. Go all out and beat the hell out of them.
Wanda from the Central Universe made the first move. She said nothing and made no complicated gestures. A flicker of red passed through her eyes, and then every mechanical soldier within her sight began to vanish.
This continued for over three minutes. Hundreds of millions of mechanical soldiers disappeared almost every second, completely broken down by the Chaos Force without leaving behind any recoverable material.
But the Brood Mother in the rear continued spitting out mechanical soldiers without pause, as though it did not care at all. Wanda held the line there for half the day, yet the enemy remained unmoved. The moment the destruction stopped, the mechanical soldiers swarmed forward again, filling the entire expanse of space.
And the enemy did not have only ordinary individual units. There were also countless highly destructive starships, weapons of mass destruction, all kinds of traps, anti-superhero