Longing for a Battle with Full-Infinity-Stone Thanos

"Let Thanos come out and see me."

The cold vocal line tore through the dead silence of the cosmic vacuum, without the slightest ripple, yet carrying the absolute majesty of crushing everything, penetrating layers of warship armor.

The deep-space fleet on the opposite side of the wormhole instantly plunged into a death-like silence.

Tens of thousands of Chitauri warship engines stopped abruptly, their gun barrels that had been primed for action all froze, and the starlight-blocking interstellar military might, at this moment, actually gave birth to an innate shuddering before that single, standing figure.

Inside the command cabin of the fleet's core flagship, completely grayish-black with a ferocious face, the main Chitauri leader stared fixedly at Russell's figure on the holographic screen.

His withered and thin fingers gripped the control armrest tightly, his knuckles turning pale, with not a shred of fear in the depths of his eyes; instead, the unique violence and arrogance of the Ravagers surged.

As a vanguard commander who had campaigned in deep space under Thanos for years, he had leveled dozens of habitable planets, slaughtered several interstellar civilizations, and was accustomed to the deterrence and intimidation of powerhouses from all paths of the universe.

Earth was merely a tiny mortal planet in a remote galaxy, and the human before him, even if he displayed the eerie power to seal the wormhole and imprison the fleet.

In his view, it was nothing more than empty bluffing and intimidation.

Thanos's mighty reputation spanned the entire universe, serving as the absolute hegemony hanging over the heads of all interstellar factions; why on earth would a mere Earth powerhouse dare to call the overlord by his name directly, and even order him to appear?

The adjutant beside him was stiff all over, his eyes filled with fear, and he