Golden Knight

As Earth sank helplessly into "crisis," far beyond the solar system, on the battlefield between the Xandarians and the Kree.

A single hero might not be able to change the larger situation.

But he could change the course of a single war!

Just as the Xandarian forces were being driven back step by step before the Kree's endless, frenzied assault, a dazzling golden beam as thick as a small airship shot into the battlefield from the depths of space, striking directly at the center of the Kree fleet.

Rumble!!

It was impossible to tell whether it had been an impact or an explosion. Fire and blazing flames churned forth, sweeping across the entire battlefield in an instant.

Starting from the center, the futuristic spacecraft around it exploded one after another. The flashes of fire lit up the deep starry sky, reinvigorating the Xandarians.

"It's the Golden Knight!!"

Several soot-covered Nova Corps soldiers supported one another as they looked out into space through the cabin. At the heart of the explosion, the light did not begin to fade with the blast. Instead, it grew even brighter.

The nearby Kree naturally saw it even more clearly.

In the vacuum of space, a figure stood up atop the wreckage of a shattered spacecraft. At five meters tall, he looked like a mountain of flesh, yet he wore a Nova Corps uniform.

If there was any variable at this point, when the war was about to end—

It was the birth of the "Golden Knight," Mohawk!

After somehow gaining the power to transform into light, Mohawk had wiped out several of the Kree's most important frontline strongholds in merely one Earth month, greatly reducing the pressure on the Xandarians.

A single hero might not be able to change the larger situation.

But his deterrent