In truth, Thanos's captain's quarters were no different from a vagrant's shack.
Not only were they filthy and chaotic, but there was also a half-rotted female corpse on the double bed. The sealed room was filled with a sour, putrid stench.
That species looked somewhat snake-like. Below her navel, she had no legs, only a thick tail.
But all the flesh and skin on her upper body had been stripped away, as if something had gnawed at her. The ribs of her chest and abdomen were spread open like wings, completely empty within, while terror still lingered on her face.
Wanda felt that antacids were no longer going to help. She needed a vomit bag.
"Lunatic. That alien called Thanos you mentioned really is a lunatic."
Wanda sensed something and quickly walked to the window. She gazed through the porthole at the view of space, breathing heavily.
But there was nothing worth seeing here. The Arcturus Galaxy had been slaughtered by Thanos. Its planets had been burned into black coal balls one after another, and even the stars seemed dim and lifeless, presenting a ruined apocalyptic scene.
The Arcturian Hawk God was unquestionably a powerful cosmic deity, yet when Thanos slaughtered the life on its planets, it had chosen to stand idly by, just as most gods did.
Its perspective was loftier. It simply did not care about the gains and losses of a Material World planet.
Yet it still lived in the spiritual realm here, and the eagle's shadow continued to drift through the ruins of the starry sea.
A man who had married his own sister often returned to that shattered planet, kneeling and communing before the Hawk God's totem.
Perhaps it had treated that man and woman as toys, even investing a little in them.
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