Slacking Off Is a Strong Person's Prerogative / Oh Lord, Send Me a Hunk!

"Sir, according to the location data, after the ether particles were ejected from the spatial turbulence, they seem to have arrived at... Sakaar..."

Thanos's previously gloomy expression relaxed slightly; at least he hadn't come away empty-handed. He nodded and gave Ebony Maw an approving look.

"Very good. Clean up the battlefield and lead the Dark Order in pursuit. You never disappoint me..."

This was extremely high praise for his subordinate. Squidward, who Thanos's personal charisma, was excited and lowered his head even further, showing even more humility.

"So, it's our turn to settle the score?"

Hela smiled, swayed her hips, and walked forward with a cat-like gait.

With a gentle wave of the Goddess of Death, a mountain of swords, composed of countless black and green longswords, suddenly rose from beneath the shattered ice plains.

Beneath the blood-red sunset, thick smoke billowed, embers lingered, and a chilling, Black-green Mist enveloped the ruins of the Asgardian Realm.

One by one, corpses with missing limbs or covered in bloody holes crawled up from the Ruins and stood up unsteadily.

They held the broken weapons in their hands, and a ghastly green fire of vengeance burned fiercely in their eyes.

The war of the living has come to an end; now, Asa needs the power of the dead!

O War Souls slumbering in the darkness! I, Hela, the Goddess of Death, will grant you the power to burn once more!

Awake, my warship, it will lead you to the eternal Valhalla!

Asgard, glory forever!

Hela pounded her chest with her right fist, silently chanting in her heart. When she looked up again, the menacing crown tied her long hair into a knot, and the Night Sky Sword, announcing the start of another war, fell heavily.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!"

With their throats and tongues stiffened, their bodies had lost the ability to speak. Their undying will returned to the Undead Warrior within the corpses, and they gathered in groups.

They were wreathed in dark green flames, either striking their shields with swords or letting out wild, Beast- like roars.

In the instant when the momentum reached its peak, the black torrent swept towards the invaders who were plundering Asgard, and a fierce battle ensued once again.

Even though these undead have lost their clear consciousness, their innate fighting instincts drive them to frantically annihilate any invading enemy.

When their guns were gone, they rammed them with their bodies; when their knives were dull, they smashed them with their shields; when their swords were broken, they pounced and tore at them. They were a pack of Beast born for revenge and war!

"The history of Asgard should come to an end."

"I am Schicksal!"

Thanos, who had been observing coldly, remained silent for a moment, then gently raised his right fist, his tone somewhat subdued, while the Power Stone emitted a dazzling halo!

Chapter 879, Section 919: Slacking off is a standard skill for the strong.

Meanwhile, on Earth, in Siberia, a new commercial metropolis, born from the arrival of Anti-Entropy, is developing rapidly and rising from the ground.

In the heart of the city, a villa with distinctive Gothic features, including a cross symbol, rose stained glass windows, images of the Virgin Mary, and angel murals, stands on the wasteland.

Two archbishops and a squad of Knights of the Holy Sepulchre were responsible for guarding the outer court, maintaining a solemn and imposing atmosphere.

The cold wind outside the window was filtered and deflected by an invisible protective film, while a warm current, like a gentle breeze, flowed through the room, bringing a touch of languid comfort.

In the foreign affairs office, Cocolia, having dealt with most of the mountain of documents, stood up from her chair and unbuttoned two buttons on her coat.

Beneath the black stockings and bra, the female soldier's pair of oppressed, snow-white breasts seemed ready to burst forth.

Cocolia stretched, strolled to the corner, filled a cup with coffee from the machine, and, holding the steaming hot drink, went to the window to look out into the inner courtyard.

The dozens of high-ranking nuns who were supposed to be there to provide daily services had all been driven away, given the temperament of that person, making the large courtyard seem much deserted.

Recalling a certain lazy, unambitious, and unspirited silver-haired angel, Cocolia found it hard to associate her with the legendary Three Kings of Angels.

Unconsciously, the image of someone who liked to slack off at work popped into her mind. Cocolia chuckled and shook her head helplessly.

Is a lazy personality a standard trait of these great beings?

The Alliance Leader of Anti-Entropy gazed at her own graceful reflection in the window, her left hand sliding down, caressing her delicate skin inch by inch, a look of delightful appreciation shining in Cocolia's eyes.

As her fingertips touched her slightly undulating abdomen, Cocolia felt the life force that connected her to her bloodline, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

That smile, stripped of all scheming and intrigue, was sweet and pure, like the snow and ice outside the window.

Just as Cocolia's thoughts were drifting, a crisp knock on the door startled her awake. Her gaze shifted from gentle to capable in an instant.

Colonel Akreshe to her right-hand man, walked towards Cocolia looking travel-worn and exhausted after being granted permission to enter.

After giving a proper salute, the colonel handed the documents he was pledging his allegiance to the person he was loyal to.

"Is everything done?"

Cocolia placed her coffee cup on the table, opened the file and carefully perused it, while asking questions in a low voice.

Aklesie nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with even greater respect.

"Militarily, our people have completed the infiltration of elite units such as Vympel and Alpha Group. Those soldiers who have had contact with us in B-17s, on the Siberian Plain, and on Umbrella Nuclear Submarine have all accepted Anti-Entropy's offer and are willing to become our comrades..."

"Politically, although we can't squeeze into the entrenched system, we're grateful for the insatiable appetites these high-ranking officials have developed. With just an investigation, we can uncover a mountain of dirty deeds on their hands. To keep their positions, they have no choice but to cooperate with us..."

"Economically, of the ten oligarchs supported by the president, we have already won over six of them using technology and financial resources..."

"The most troublesome are the KGB and the Red House, those are the president's personal guard. Although their systems are very tight, they can infiltrate quickly..."

"Moreover, the Ecumenical Patriarch is willing to stand on our side, and we have fully absorbed the Mikoyan Design Bureau. These factors have greatly enhanced Anti-Entropy's religious prestige and strength..."

"So, Alliance Leader, when do you plan to make your move?"

Cocolia nodded in satisfaction, then casually put down the documents, picked up her coffee, took a sip, her eyes deep, and began to speak eloquently.

"Akresh, there's no need for such a fuss. I never intended to stage a coup; I simply hoped to pull our long-suffering nation out of the mire."

"The era of the Soviet Bear has come to an end. Dwelling on history and attempting to relive past glories will only shake the foundations of this country..."

"Corruption, rampant oligarchy, a single-sector economy, insufficient investment in scientific research, inability to transform industries, and severe imbalances in infrastructure, light industry, and agriculture..."

"We have many problems to solve..."

The leader of the alliance brought up the development of Anti-Entropy in recent years, his tone full of meaning.

Even if Anti-Entropy can provide strong technological and financial support, using the power of an institution to revitalize and drive the revitalization of a nation will be a massive undertaking...

"Wake up! What we need is a push to get the country back on track and let them save themselves. That's what everyone's original intention was..."

"How can something that several generations of effort might not be able to achieve be accomplished in one step?"

"The road ahead is long, but we can wait..."

Aklesie's eyes, which had been filled with fervor and worship, softened slightly as he nodded solemnly.

He never imagined that this Russian, who entered the army with ideals in mind, would, after witnessing the true ugliness of his homeland, strive for more than ten years to seize the power of Anti-Entropy and continuously put into practice the ideals that were once scorned by others.

"Oh, and those four dissenting economic oligarchs... send them on their way..."

"These people are outdated..."

After a decade of honing her skills, Cocolia, with a more composed and decisive hand, effortlessly proclaimed the end of the four opponents.

If this great tree, which is about to be hollowed out by insects, is subjected to drastic measures to root out all the insects, the motherland, whose nutrients have been drained, will inevitably collapse in chaos.

In order to pull her motherland out of the mire, she could abandon her former naivety, manipulate these insects, control their appetite, and prevent them from starving to death.

However, military and political officials and economic oligarchs who are unwilling to sacrifice for this cause have no reason to exist.

The pain of change always involves bloodshed.

"Let's find some time to meet with the president. I hope we're kindred spirits..."

Cocolia gazed out the window at the pristine white snow and the factories, schools, hospitals, and other facilities under construction, her voice wistful.

"Otherwise, we'll have no choice but to mold him into the way we want him to be..."

Aklesie smiled and nodded, his tone resolute.

"I think we'll have a lot in common..."

Although the president, who came from the KGB, made many compromises in governing the country, he essentially hoped to prolong the life of this Far Eastern giant.

"Let's put it this way, you haven't had a break for days, so I'll give you three days off to spend more time with Bronya..."

"Also, remember to remind the one from the Mar family that she should take some time recently; Anzu's birthday is coming up soon, remember to buy her a gift..."

Cocolia turned around, a hint of tenderness in her eyes, and gave a stern reminder.

Cocolia even suspected that she was more of Godmother than her own parents most of the time.

Over time, will those little ones forget what their parents look like?

"Yes, Captain!"

"I remember that birthday party that weekend; those kids were saying they'd wanted to see you for ages..."

Aklesi tipped his hat in respect and made a request with a smile before leaving.

Hmm, what gift should I buy for Xing? How about giving her the fourth-generation Father-class Mech to play with? Just don't let her get drunk and cause trouble like last time, almost blowing up half a block!

Cocolia slapped her forehead, gazing at the neighborhood undergoing reconstruction, feeling a deep resentment towards her unruly child at home.

However, in a daze, the sky brightened, and the dazzling light shone all around. Looking up through the window, hundreds of countless points of light were breaking through the atmosphere and rapidly approaching the Earth.

Is it a meteor shower? Why didn't we hear any forecasts?

At this moment, Cocolia, gradually sensing that something was wrong, narrowed her eyes, and her ominous premonition grew stronger.

At the same time, a meteorite engulfed in orange flames was hurtling towards the Gothic castle.

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Chapter 880, Section 920: Oh my god, please give me a male god!

Inside the courtyard of Siberia Gothic castle, a bathroom paved with white marble exudes a warm, moist atmosphere, instantly inspiring a sense of languidness.

A beautiful woman with silver hair and blue eyes, carrying a fruit platter and snacks, lifted the curtain. Her demeanor possessed both the refined and profound air of a scholar and the heroic spirit of a warrior.

However, as she casually removed the dark blue cloak from her back, her silver-white armor scattered and fell away, and her alabaster skin was immersed in warm water, revealing her true nature.

Faint, comfortable moans escaped the lips. The figure leaned against the pool, sprawled out comfortably, motionless except for grabbing some snacks and stuffing them into its mouth, resembling a salted fish that had been soaked in water.

The water in the pool was drawn by an unusual force, gently washing over her skin. The beautiful woman, having enjoyed this moment, picked up a slice of apple with one hand and crunched on it with great pleasure.

At the same time, she raised her left arm, touched her temple with her fingertips, and tapped it gently. She tried several times, but eventually had no choice but to lower her hand.

As expected, we still can't get in touch with Keisha and the others. I really don't know where they went after us. They can even cut off Dark Plane Communication. I hope the sisters can return safely this time.

One of the Three Kings of Angels, Heavenly Base King Hexi, this is the true identity of the beautiful female angel before you.

Originally, she should have been living a peaceful retirement on a planet ruled by the Angel Civilization.

Unexpectedly, that tomboy Keisha, busy with her love-hate relationship with her sister Morgana, wouldn't even let her, a mere spectator, have a moment's peace, and found her a job on the Chiwu Star System.

That Sumari guy actually ran here to hide and recuperate, and has been squatting here for tens of thousands of years. He really has a lot of patience.

Hexi recalled some secret messages recently delivered by the Knights of the Holy Sepulchre, who belonged to the Orthodox Church, and made a basic judgment about the Roman Papal Legion's behavior of harboring this old enemy.

However, the situation in the Chiwu Star System is too complicated.

Having lost contact with the Angel Legion, she couldn't afford to make any rash moves, lest she alert the enemy and let the Old Angel King, Hua Ye, escape.

Not long ago, a mysterious force that guards this This Planet actually fought a battle with Lieyang Star and seems to have returned unscathed from the Tiandao Palace, which is simply unbelievable.

As Hexi developed a strong interest in Earth, her scholarly genes led her to focus on studying the Earth's native civilization development system.

As a result, the more they looked, the more alarmed they became. There were at least six civilization fracture zones here, some of which were even older than the history of the Three Kings period of the Angel Civilization.

Therefore, after much consideration, Hexi was even less inclined to act rashly and could only remain silent and wait for the right opportunity before Queen Holy Kaisa and the Angel Legion responded.

Since we're all retiring anyway, it doesn't matter where we retire.

Moreover, this side of the world has all the climate and environment, as well as entertainment facilities catering to hedonism.

Hexi even suspected that if she stayed there too long, she would inevitably fall into depravity and find it difficult to return to the ascetic life she had lived on that planet.

Of course, staying within the Angel Fund, which is under the jurisdiction of the Angel Civilization, she could also enjoy a life of leisure.