" The Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One; All-Father Odin —you dare to interfere with the judgment of the Celestial?!"
Arishem's icy voice resounded once more, and the cold light in his six eyes suddenly tightened.
The terrifying pressure belonging to the Celestials surged once again, causing ripples to spread throughout the surrounding space.
The Ancient One took a step forward, her yellow robes remaining perfectly still in the howling wind. Her face remained calm and composed, and her voice, though not loud, clearly drowned out the deafening roar of energy.
" Arishem, I am the previous Sorcerer Supreme, and also the former Protector of Earth."
"I can't control your cosmic order. But when it comes to this land I protect, I won't hold back."
Odin, standing beside her, remained silent throughout, but the golden light in his single eye grew ever brighter, and his grip on Gungnir Spear tightened slightly.
The immense divine power that had been dormant within him for thousands of years surged forth like an awakened volcano, unleashing its full force. Golden divine lightning crackled around him, scorching and distorting even the air itself.
"Fine." Arishem's voice finally carried a hint of anger. "Since you insist on perishing for this rebellious planet, then I will grant your wish."
The moment he finished speaking, Arishem moved.
His hand, larger than the entire continent, slowly rose and slapped towards the Ancient One and Odin.
There were no earth-shattering sounds, no fancy energy effects, yet wherever it passed, space was crushed into Void, and even time seemed to stand still at that moment.
"Make your move."
The Ancient One uttered two words softly, Eye of Agamotto on her chest instantly opened, the green Time Stone shining brightly.
She raised her hand and drew an intricate magic circle in the air. The ten-thousand-meter-tall Sword of Vishanti condensed once more, carrying a sharpness capable of tearing through dimensions, and slashed towards Arishem's palm.
On the other side, Odin let out a roar that shook the universe, Gungnir Spear flew from his hand.
The golden Gungnir, imbued with the full divine power of Highfather Level, transformed into a streak of light piercing through the galaxy, causing even the stars to tremble slightly in its wake.
boom--!!!
Three forces powerful enough to shake a single universe collided violently outside Earth's orbit.
Multicolored energy fluctuations exploded instantly, with golden divine power, white dimensional magic, and dark golden Celestial laws intertwining in the dark universe to form a dazzling sea of light.
Even through the atmosphere, everyone on Earth could clearly see that the starry sky above was completely illuminated, with ripples of energy sweeping across it, and even the moon was swaying slightly.
On the ground, Tony's wounds had completely healed.
He leaned against a rock, raised his hand to rub his still aching chest, while the communicator in his ear was completely malfunctioning.
"Sir, a total of 37 communication requests are continuously being received from the United Nations World Security Council, NATO Joint Command, and the heads of state of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, all at maximum priority."
JARVIS's voice came through the headphones.
Tony glanced at the densely packed names on the communication panel, chuckled, and casually gave the order:
"Rejected them all. I don't have time to argue with these politicians right now. Let's deal with that big guy in the sky first, then we'll talk about other things."
"Understood, sir. All access has been blocked."
He looked up at the exploding sea of light in the universe, his expression turning serious. Then he turned his head, his gaze fixed on the Eternals not far away. He gestured with his chin toward Steve beside him, his tone turning cold:
" Old Popsicle, I don't care about anyone else, but that bootleg Superman must die today."
The moment Wanda collapsed unconscious, the power seal she had placed was completely dispelled, and the superpowers of the Eternals were fully restored.
Even so, no one dared to make a rash move.
Natasha, Clint, and the newly arrived Black Panther T'Challa stood guard around Wanda, Jane, and Vision, forming a triangle. All their weapons were loaded, and their eyes swept warily over the Eternals.
Dr. Banner, Steve, Pietro, and Tony stood at the front, staring at them with hostile expressions, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.
Ikaris remained slumped on the ground, like a puppet who had lost its soul.
Even after regaining his super power to traverse the universe, he remained motionless, staring blankly at the sea of light in the sky, completely lost in utter confusion.
Sersi walked slowly to his side, squatted down, and gently patted his shoulder.
Ikaris slowly turned her head to look at her former lover, her voice dry and lifeless:
" Sersi, I don't know what to do."
I don't know what's right or wrong, and I don't know which side I should stand on.
We are tools created by the Celestial, and we should unconditionally uphold the Celestial ' interests and maintain the order of the universe, but...
But he saw with his own eyes that what Arishem was about to destroy was the Earth he had protected for seven thousand years, the home he had lived in for seven thousand years.
Seeing his distraught state, Sersi's eyes softened, and she spoke softly:
"Then do what your heart desires. We can be tools created by the Celestial, or we can be living, breathing human beings."
The Knowhere, Frost City.
This place is no longer the chaotic multiverse junkyard it once was.
Cyberpunk-style neon skyscrapers rise from the ground, and bizarre holographic projections flow through the streets.
Dinosaurs of various shapes and sizes occasionally stroll along the street.
Above the sky, a complete Asgard floated atop the clouds, gleaming with golden light and exuding majesty.
Thor sat on the edge of the roof of a 100-meter-tall building, his long legs dangling in the air, his gaze fixed on the construction site not far away.
Magneto Erik and his daughter Polaris Lorna, stood in the center of an open space. With a wave of their hands, countless steel bars and concrete seemed to come alive, automatically splicing and interlocking in the air.
In just one day, a residential building with more than ten floors has been erected, and its main structure is beginning to take shape.
Thor couldn't help but click his tongue. Such a useful ability is such a waste that it's not being used to work for me.
His gaze then shifted to another area not far away.
That was the ice sculpture park planned by Emma Frost. At this moment, Iceman Bobby and his girlfriend, the Rogue Anna, were standing side by side. With a wave of their hands, exquisite ice sculptures rose from the ground, and the outline of the ice castle was already clearly visible.
The other X-Men and Mutants weren't idle either; some were doing manual labor, while others were making money.
For example, Wolverine Logan, as always, plunged headfirst into the underground fighting arena.
Unfortunately, his first opponent was Superman Wolverine Logan from another universe. The difference in their strength was enormous, and he was defeated in a single exchange, leading the host to jokingly call him "the weakest Logan in history."
He figured that Wolverine Logan he'd just brought back, was probably hiding in his room, feeling depressed, while Li Qianhuan and Laura were probably comforting the sensitive old man.
"You seem to know everything about me, yet you've never treated me as a clone of Jean. Why?"
A slightly seductive female voice suddenly rang out beside me.
Thor turned his head and saw that Madelyne had appeared beside him at some point, also sitting on the edge of the rooftop, her long, wine-red hair fluttering wildly in the wind, her eyes filled with inquiry as she stared straight at him.
Without a second thought, Thor casually replied, "Why so many questions?"
That's someone else's opinion; the key is what you think yourself.
Is something that everyone agrees on necessarily right? Is something that everyone disagrees with necessarily wrong?
"The key is you. Do you see yourself as a clone of Jyn, or Madelyne?"
What others say is not important; who you are is what matters.
Madelyne paused for a moment, then smiled gently as a beautiful smile curved her lips.
"Interesting."
She turned to the side and looked at Thor quietly, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.
Thor felt uneasy under her gaze and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're the first person who hasn't treated me like a clone," Madelyne said softly, moving closer to Thor, her breath sweet as orchids. "So, you're mine."
A string of question marks instantly popped into Thor's mind.
???
Did he miss something? Why is the plot jumping around so fast?
And what? Shouldn't that be my line?
"Cough cough..."
Just then, a deliberate cough came from behind them.
Thor and Madelyne turned their heads at the same time and saw a portal sparkling with golden fire, opening on the open ground on the rooftop.
Doctor Strange, wearing a red cape, stepped out of the portal and looked at the scene before him with a slightly embarrassed expression.
"I know I've come at a terrible time, but we really need your help. The Celestials are attacking, and Earth can't hold on much longer."
Thor couldn't help but think to himself: So you know you've come at the wrong time?
The 100 million yuan they owe me still hasn't materialized!
He raised an eyebrow and asked, " The Celestials are attacking Earth? You guys have nothing better to do than mess with that Celestial Baby?"
"It's a long story. You'd better come with me. If we wait any longer, the Earth might really be gone."
Strange's voice held a hint of urgency, " All-Father Odin, and my teacher, the Ancient One, are joining forces against Arishem the Judge, and they're almost at their limit."
Upon hearing this, Thor's eyes lit up instantly.
He was worried about not finding a suitable opponent to test his current strength.
If he remembers correctly, each universe has Five Creator Gods and Celestials, whose strength is mostly within the scope of a single universe.
Anyway, as long as he doesn't do anything reckless and touch their main bodies, fighting such a clone or projection, with the various laws he currently possesses, is just the right time to test the upper limit of his strength.
Thor stood up, dusted off his pants, and said to Strange.
"Let's go see. I want to see just how capable this so-called judge really is."