In theory, all the dead in the Marvel world fell under the jurisdiction of Deathstrike, the woman Thanos madly adored. But that was not actually the case. Relying on black magic, Chthon had forced his way into the realm of death like an unwanted parasite, then stubbornly refused to leave.
No one liked others occupying their home, and Deathstrike was surely no exception. Daisy watched Thanos go from indifferent to helpless, then stand beside her with a face full of disgust, and knew her words had worked.
It was an open scheme anyway. It did not matter what Thanos thought inside. As long as he still loved Death as he claimed, and was willing to do anything for Deathstrike, then today he had to fight Chthon—a fight to the death, even if he had to grit his teeth and endure it.
This projection of Chthon had already surpassed Skyfather Tier, but Daisy did not think Thanos would lose. The Mad Titan had countless trump cards. Surface strength was not the only measure of victory or defeat. She had faith in Thanos!
Once the Mad Titan made up his mind, no one could sway him. He kicked up a fierce gust and charged out first.
"Stop!" The commander of the Royal Magic Legion tried to block Thanos.
This commander also looked like an old man. He was seventy percent similar to a human from Earth, only taller and far hairier, with skin that glowed faintly gold. At first glance, he looked somewhat like Adam.
The moment he struck, he unleashed magic as dazzling as a galaxy. Seven or eight immensely powerful spells were hidden amid the specks of fluorescent light. Touching even one of them would trigger a chain reaction.
"The Legion Commander really thinks highly of that barbarian. He opened