"It's He-El!"
Nick Fury looked up at the sky. Along with the many races of the Nine Realms and humanity, he watched He-El's savage, tyrannical demon-god-like armor pierce through layers of space at Zoom speed, leaving behind elongated dark-red beams from his eyes.
At this moment, he was the hope of the Nine Realms!
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Communications were cut off again. Nick Fury's single eye narrowed to a pinpoint as he stared at the demon god crossing the stars. His expression grim, he gave the order:
"Broadcast it to every nation on Earth. Tell them He-El is stopping the disaster. Get humanity stabilized first!"
Hill swiftly relayed Nick Fury's words to every country. Every news channel, radio station, and loudspeaker in city squares began broadcasting in unison:
"Humanity's savior, He-El, is doing everything he can to save the world. Anyone who causes trouble, commits crimes, or does evil at this time will be shot on sight!
"Believe in He-El. Our Earth has been saved by him more than once."
The announcement that He-El was saving them resounded across the entire Earth. Everyone looked up, anxiously watching the sky.
"Is that He-El?"
"He's crossing the stars!"
"Oh my God, that's He-El! He's turned into a demon god!"
"Please let He-El succeed!"
"Believe in him. He's saved the world more than once."
Earth's turmoil suddenly subsided. He-El's name seemed to carry a magical power, brushing over everyone's restless, fearful hearts and soothing them, calming their fear.
Many people clasped their hands before their chests, anxiously gazing up at that demon-god-like figure and praying for He-El's success.
"Where is the King of Asgard? Odin, the King of the Gods who rules and protects the Nine Realms, promised to shelter us. Where has he gone?" The Dwarf King of Vanaheim sat upon his throne, looking