Science Ultimately Becomes Magic, and Magic's End Is Creating Gods

On the green surface of planet CY-27, a small black spot, about the size of a palm, stands out conspicuously—the wasteland left by heavy fire.

Looking up at the starry sky from the ground, countless flashes of light connect in the deep expanse of the heavens, including green beams of light from warships and magnificent rain of bullets in azure blue.

The powerful collision caused a massive energy shockwave to tear through the void, creating ripples that spread outwards.

The planet's atmosphere was affected by the energy wave, stirring up a boundless hurricane. Lightning flashed and thunder roared below, and the clear blue sky turned into a thick blanket of dark clouds. Like a black curtain, it was pitch black, and even sunlight could not penetrate.

Soon, the dark clouds were torn apart, a hurricane descended upon the earth, and dust billowed into the sky...

On the ground, Natasha awoke from her coma, gazed at the strange phenomenon in the distant sky, and swallowed hard.

The clanging of melee weapons came from the side. Natasha turned around and saw two figures: Jason and Corvus Glaive.

Corvus Glaive brandished his Glaive and repelled Jason. Without saying a word, he turned and ran. The two chased each other, and it looked as if Jason had beaten Corvus Glaive into a corner.

But if you look closely, you'll see that every time the fleeing Corvus Glaive stops, he gives Jason, who's chasing him, a good beating.

Corvus Glaive wasn't afraid of Jason, but rather of Russell, who was slaughtering warships in outer space. However, Jason's stealth abilities were too persistent, and Corvus Glaive couldn't shake him off. Even if he killed Jason, Jason could quickly resurrect. After three or five such incidents, Corvus Glaive, desperate to escape, was going crazy.

And so, this strange chase ensued!

Natasha shrugged, picked up the laser gun from the ground, slung it over her shoulder, adjusted it to long-range single-shot sniper mode, and fired a shot that cut the running Corvus Glaive in two at the waist.

Corvus Glaive instantly recovered, his eyes flashing with murderous intent as he looked in Natasha's direction. He turned and charged forward. He planned to capture Natasha alive as a hostage, using her as leverage to exchange for Russell's life.

Thud! Thud! Thud—

Corvus Glaive charged forward, his agile movements incredibly nimble; even a gunslinger like Natasha couldn't land a single hit on him.

As the distance closed, Corvus Glaive's lips curled into a slight smile, as if he could already see himself capturing Natasha alive. Russell's displayed overwhelming power left him speechless; they were simply not on the same level, and he simply couldn't win. Only Thanos within the Black Order could rival him.

Buzz!

A beam of azure light descended from the sky, striking the fast-moving Corvus Glaive and creating a ten-meter-diameter crater in the ground, its dark end invisible.

The Glaive flew high into the air, Corvus Glaive completed its recovery in mid-air. It landed gracefully with a backflip and looked up to see Russell standing in front of it.

"..."

Sometimes, respawning too quickly isn't necessarily a good thing!

"I surrender. If you spare my life, I will lay down my pride and offer you my soul and loyalty!" Corvus Glaive was sweating and knelt down without thinking.

Russell snorted coldly. Corvus Glaive was willing to betray Thanos for his own life, so naturally he would betray him one day. Taking in such a subordinate would only bring trouble upon himself.

"Cero!"

A blue light emanated from the dark muzzle of the gun, instantly unleashing a devastating beam of light that vaporized Corvus Glaive's body. Three Silver-white Giant Wolf emerged from behind Russell, their gaping maws grabbing the Glaive as they chased after him, climbing and leaping into the sky.

Russell turned his gun around and fired another shot, turning the newly resurrected Corvus Glaive into ashes once again.

"No, please give me a chance to serve you. I will do everything in my power to assist you." Seeing his Glaive being carried away by the giant wolf, Corvus Glaive's eyes were filled with fear as he knelt on the ground and pleaded incessantly.

Rumble!!!

A deafening roar echoed from high above, followed by a fleeting flash of azure light, followed by a flurry of debris, and finally, a broken piece of golden Glaive was embedded in front of the Corvus Glaive.

"No... no..."

Corvus Glaive's eyes were lifeless. The loss of his indestructible weapon was secondary; the destruction of the powerful Glaive that housed his soul meant he had lost his ability to resurrect infinitely.

His courage was destroyed along with it!

Clang!

A sharp blade emerged from his chest Corvus Glaive coughed up mouthfuls of dark green blood. He had died countless times, experiencing every imaginable form of death. But this time was different; this was the last time he would die, and there would be no second chance.

"No... please let me go..."

Jason raised his machete with one hand, lifting Corvus Glaive's fading body high into the air, then swiftly drew the machete and cleaved it into three pieces in mid-air.

Russell frowned, about to scold Jason for acting too quickly and destroying such a powerful corpse. But the next second, Corvus Glaive's shattered remains turned grayish-white into cracked stones, like ancient relics weathered by time, and scattered into dust in the wind.

"What a romantic way to die..."

Russell frowned slightly, noticing that someone was watching him from a distance. With a wave of his hand, two giant wolves landed and ran to carry the other party over.

The man was dressed in a long black robe with luxurious gold thread patterns. Beneath the mask was a terrifying, grayish-white face. His golden eyes dared not meet Russell's gaze, and he lowered his head, trembling.

The two giant wolves roared and vanished in a flash of light; Koyatai Stark's Character Card had expired.

"Don't kill me! I surrender, I'm willing to serve you!"

Looking at the figure prostrate at his feet, Russell's expression was strange. "I remember you, leader of the Chitauri. You're the one who caused me to be trapped on this planet by the Black Order."

"No, it's not my fault. I've been hiding here for ten days. The Black Order was brought here by you, and I'm a victim too... Alright, it's me, it's all my fault!" The Chitauri leader hurriedly defended himself, but seeing Russell's unfriendly gaze, he bitterly took the blame upon himself.

During his few days on planet CY-27, Russell took the time to look up information about the Chitauri, a race whose technological path had been forced off course.

Due to a natural disaster, the Chitauri contracted a strange disease that drastically weakened their reproductive capacity, forcing them to rely on cloning to ensure the survival of their race. This massive population decline led to a continuous decrease in their military strength, prompting them to embark on a perilous path of biomechanical modification.

They capture marine life on the planet, modify their genomes to create cannon fodder soldiers, enhance them with external mechanical exoskeletons, and then coordinate them under the unified command of the command center.

In the Avengers, Iron Man blows up the Chitauri mothership with a nuclear bomb, causing the cannon fodder troops to become collectively paralyzed and inoperable, and this is the reason why.

Although the Chitauri are insignificant in strength compared to the three great cosmic empires, their technological level far surpasses that of Earth, and their ability to mass-produce troops is unparalleled.

Russell patted the Chitauri chieftain on the shoulder with a smile, "You just said you would pledge your allegiance to me, really?"

"Yes, as long as you nod, I will serve you for all eternity." The Chitauri leader nodded repeatedly, his ugly face beaming with joy. Seeing the strength Russell had displayed, he immediately recognized him as a powerful ally.

In the universe, technology is a key factor in measuring the strength of a civilization, but what is the ultimate goal of a civilization?

Evolution! Transcendence!

Science, in the end, becomes magic, and the ultimate goal of magic is the creation of gods!

Since there's a powerful being right in front of them, why bother looking elsewhere? Although the leader of the Chitauri doesn't know if Thanos is stronger, does he have any other choice now?

"I see you have potential, so you'll be working for me from now on. I'm just looking for a new accessory to hang on my leg."

"Thank you for your kindness!"

The Chitauri chieftain immediately knelt down, but Russell repeatedly said it was unacceptable and helped him up. Unexpectedly, the chieftain knelt again, and after this happened three times, Russell could no longer refuse and had no choice but to accept him as a follower.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"The Other!"

"Th... Zereel! Hmm, not bad, it's a good name."

"My master, my name is The Ot... yes, I'm called Zereel!" The Chitauri immediately changed his name to Zereel, grinned obsequiously. In short, whatever Russell said now went along with it.

"Not bad, you really are a good sycophant. Now that you're following me, I can't treat you badly. I'll give you my stamp first."

"What?"

Crackle!