The Fall of the King of the Gods

The true meaning of going all out with firepower was exactly that—going all out.

All the laser weapons aboard the twenty-four Eternity-class Battleships locked onto Thanos at maximum power and output. In an instant, countless dense red beams bombarded Thanos simultaneously. The searing light burned fiercely through the air, kicking up waves of heat as scorching as miniature suns.

Even Thanos let out a pained groan.

His highly resistant skin was being scorched.

It seemed that a single Power Stone still could not completely shield him from such damage.

Tony was also stunned.

He knew exactly how terrifying that level of power was. Even Vibranium would melt within moments, and the temperature at the center was no lower than the interior of the sun. Any living creature should have been vaporized in an instant.

Even if it were an asteroid, Tony was confident he could pierce through it.

Yet Thanos had suffered nothing more than burns.

"You monster."

Tony had a bad feeling. He thrust out both hands again. Ripples appeared in the space around Psionic Energy Five as several wildly shaped cannons continuously transformed and extended, aiming at Thanos.

Although Tony's Eternity-class Battleships carried only defensive systems and lacked the "Milky Way" main cannon, what he had brought out now were genuine individual Psionic Energy weapons.

"Die, Thanos!"

Tony shouted as he unleashed every bit of Psionic Energy firepower he could muster.

Never before had he wanted so badly to kill someone.

"This time, you win, Tony!"

Purple light once again flared over Thanos's fist. Ignoring his injuries, he threw a punch with all his strength. The purple radiance expanded in an instant, but it did not simply surge toward Tony. Instead, it spread wildly in every direction.

"Don't even think about it!"

Odin knew exactly what Thanos intended