The golden Energy Core pulsed wildly at the center of the storm. With every flash, like a savage heartbeat, it tore apart and reassembled the dimensions of reality.
Bang!
A Kang shattered another Kang's blue force-field shield with an energy cannon. Without pausing, he seized his opponent by the throat and twisted hard.
Crack!
The head came free. He tossed it aside like a useless stone.
Before the Kang who had struck could catch his breath, an energy beam from another Kang pierced his chest from behind. His body turned to ash.
Barely a dozen seconds had passed, yet every corner of the battlefield was filled with that unmistakable purple-and-green armor.
They were all Conqueror Kang. Killing any one of them meant nothing, because their numbers were multiplying before his eyes!
Yet they had no choice but to fight. Every Kang wanted to kill every other Kang!
"The core hasn't fully repaired itself. The Probability Storm will only last a short while..." A Kang hovering on a throne analyzed the situation calmly, his voice carrying through the chaos.
"When the storm ends, only one Kang will survive." Another Kang looked around as light flared in his hands. "And that will be me!"
"I am the Conqueror! You're all pathetic imitations!"
"Who are you talking to? I'm the only one who crossed the End of Time!"
"Kneel!!"
Every Kang roared. Every Kang declared himself supreme. Every Kang glared at the identical faces before him as though they were garbage.
To Scott Lang, seeing countless versions of himself might have seemed like a ridiculous, chaotic party.
But to Nathaniel Richards—to Conqueror Kang—seeing countless versions of himself was hell.
His arrogance would not allow a second Conqueror to exist!
And so war broke out.
Boom—!!!
In an instant, thousands of blue shockwave beams