Space-Based Weapons? What a Joke

A faint glow hot enough to melt gold and burn through bone flowed down his esophagus, through his chest and into his abdomen. Under Russell's deliberate guidance, it soon spread to every cell in his body.

The nuclear blast's ferocious energy surged through every limb and bone.

[Super Self-Healing Experience +23]

[Super Self-Healing Experience +45]

But the wonderful sensation did not last long. Russell's subatomic body swiftly broke down the nuclear energy, converted it, and stored it away. His cells absorbed every last drop, leaving no trace of backlash.

Russell shook his head, a flicker of regret in his eyes, and opened his mouth.

A massive beam of energy shot out. Golden, scorching, and wide enough to engulf an entire street, it surged into the sky.

The beam rose from the ground, pierced the clouds and the atmosphere, and streaked out into space, leaving a luminous trail millions of kilometers long.

Nearby Chitauri warships shuddered as it passed, their energy shields flashing warning red beneath its heat.

One unlucky Leviathan was caught in its path. Body, molecules, atoms—each layer was torn apart until the creature vanished without a trace.

Back at the New York Sanctum Sanctorum, The Ancient One shook her head. She stood ready to rescue fragile Earth at any moment, more certain than ever that she had made the right decision.

If she could not stop Russell from starting fights to grow stronger, she might as well steer the trouble elsewhere. The Dark Dimension could take far more punishment than Earth.

Dormammu would just have to suffer a little more.

For a time, New York's sky shone as bright as day.

The Mutants in the Four Seasons Hotel lobby and outside stood stunned.

They had seen Russell make a nuclear bomb with his bare hands