Daisy busied herself pondering this final insight. Leaving Hill and the other women with a single sentence—"Stay safe. Protect yourselves."—she transformed into a streak of light and returned to the Clone Multiverse. She needed to make her final preparations and give everything she had to break through to Cosmic God Tier.
Hill had been prepared. She immediately took command, briefly assessed the enemy formation, and deployed all her elite forces at once. Old Thor led his three beautiful granddaughters at the forefront, charging like thunder into the Cartographer army.
The enemy had first been struck by Sun God's Hammer, then their commanders had been captured by Daisy. Even Mechanical Lifeforms seemed to be wearing bewildered expressions now. A crowd of Cartographers looked around in confusion, wondering what they were supposed to do.
Old Thor's grasp of battlefield opportunities was exceptionally precise. With a greatsword in one hand and a battle-axe in the other, he whirled into the disordered enemy ranks like a cyclone. His three granddaughters all wielded standard Asgardian equipment—hammers or axes—and guarded his flanks. The four formed a wedge formation and slaughtered their way into the Cartographers' side.
Hill's main force pressed forward afterward. Doctor Strange and his Dark Sacrifices attacked from the front, while Hill herself led the Black Swans, the Nova Corps, and a motley group of heroes through the breach Old Thor had opened. They cut the enemy formation in half, then worked with the Builders' army to wipe out the severed portion.
Slightly slower than Old Thor was former truck driver Mr. Hyperion. This muscular man, whose arms were thicker than an ordinary person's thighs, charged back and forth through the enemy ranks. His sandbag-sized fists sent lubricant spraying and gears flying as he battered the Cartographers.
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