By this point, only one of the Black Order remained.
Black Dwarf.
"Kill me."
Black Dwarf spat blood as he struggled.
Among the Black Order, Corvus Glaive was the strongest, Ebony Maw the most cunning, Proxima Midnight the most loyal, and Supergiant was practically Thanos's other pair of eyes.
Black Dwarf had the strongest defense.
But that was all he had—defense.
When he faced an attack stronger than his defenses, those defenses were no sturdier than tofu.
At most, extra-firm tofu.
So, in the multiverse, Black Dwarf's fate was to have his head smashed apart by Ronan the Accuser's hammer.
It was difficult to define Black Dwarf's nature.
From his people's perspective, Black Dwarf was undoubtedly a hero, submitting to Thanos's orders for his race's survival.
But to the races of the other planets he had slaughtered, he was undoubtedly an accomplice to evil.
Who cared what hardships he had endured?
Watching Black Dwarf struggle, Hayato's expression was complicated. He slapped him unconscious, then handed him over to the Nova Corps members who had arrived afterward.
"I'll leave him to you. Judge him according to your interstellar laws."
Someone like him,
a pitiful person,
Hayato did not want to kill him, but he did not want to let him go either. Handing him over to the Nova Corps was best.
At this moment.
Seeing that things had turned bad, the Chitauri army was already preparing to...
Or rather, they were already retreating.
But with an interstellar fleet stretching hundreds of kilometers, how could they retreat whenever they wanted?
Starting the ships took time.
Turning around took time.
And the spatial jump point was only so large.
Hayato would not be so polite with the Chitauri.
Taste this.
The cosmic version of Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion.
To the dumbfounded Nova Corps,