Trading Pieces

Celestials were artificial creations. Everyone knew that. These creations had no so-called avatars, only their true bodies. Once the true body was finished, everything was over.

Donnie's face remained cold and stern. This time, he was truly ruthless. Even if he had to sacrifice his true body, he would cripple these five Celestials!

In a direct confrontation, Donnie could not possibly be a match for the Celestials. He knew his own limits.

Unless he unleashed that mad dog, Doomsday King. But the downside was obvious. If Doomsday King's upper limit far surpassed Donnie's, it might very well turn on Donnie.

Or he could completely lift his suppression of Wanda, allowing her to be consumed by Chaos Force and become that terrifying being from the comics, capable of restarting the multiverse with a casual blast of "Chaos Wave."

Both methods came at far too great a cost, and they also meant giving up his chance to turn things around through his own strength. Donnie would never again be able to catch up to and restrain Doomsday King, nor could he pay the immense price required to defeat or even kill Wanda. Neither outcome was acceptable.

Unless absolutely necessary, Cybertron could not be drawn into the battlefield.

Unless several of the Ten Strong Celestials were killed.

That was precisely what Donnie was doing now. If all went well, he could drag five Celestials down with him in one go! The price would be his true body!

His icy gaze swept across the area. Countless unstable and even shattered universes were swallowed by the Speed Force Wall. It was unclear whether they had been annihilated or made safe after the Speed Force isolated the dangerous power.

"I thought the Sleeping Celestials would come. I didn't expect it to be you lot..." Donnie sighed