Carol's Despair

Every time she fought Leon, Carol felt as if she had become an ordinary person again.

Because she never had any ability to resist.

Just like now.

Faced with Leon's outstretched hand.

Before she could resist, her neck was tightly gripped.

A powerful sense of suffocation instantly enveloped her.

She felt the blood supply to her head beginning to fail, her face flushing red.

She desperately tried to struggle, but Leon used his other hand to restrain both her arms.

Before Carol could put up a fiercer resistance.

She was suddenly turned around, facing the explosions and spaceship wreckage spreading hundreds of miles through space.

Among the scattered debris, several hundred remaining spacecraft could be seen accelerating away.

A bad premonition rose in Carol's heart.

It was clearly the pitch-black, freezing vacuum of space, where sound could not travel.

Yet Leon's demonic whisper suddenly rang in her mind.

"You want to protect the remaining Skrulls, right? Then watch closely. See what you can protect!"

Before Carol could react.

Two scarlet Heat Vision beams suddenly burst out from beside her.

The scorching rays sliced through the dark universe, then cut through every remaining Skrull ship.

Those ships exploded one after another.

Every burst of flame represented the deaths of dozens of Skrulls.

No one survived amid the blazing white light.

This fireworks spectacle unfolding in space finally received its last piece, ending perfectly.

At this moment.

This region of the Solar System seemed to have been split in two.

On one side was the warm sunlight cast by the Sun.

On the other were successive explosions, drifting wreckage, and cold corpses.

And they stood in the middle of this space, witnessing the extinction of a race.

"No, don't..." Carol's entire heart sank.

What could be more painful than watching the lives