hotmtlnovel Chapter 3732 Doomsday (25)
Chapter 3732 Doomsday (25)
Chapter 3732 Doomsday (Twenty-Five)
After a long and fierce battle, the three empires finally unleashed their true power. First, the Kree Empire's planetary warships entered the fray, slowly approaching the Asgardian ships. Although planetary warships had various flaws, they were still planetary weapons, and their inherent gravitational fields alone were enough to overwhelm all the starships on the field. The Asgardian fleet was forced to retreat and consolidate its lines.
After forcing them to the edge of the nine kingdoms, the Shi'ar Empire erected an energy blockade. The Feathered Ones, being the race among the three empires closest to the Aesir's life form and wielding the magical power bestowed upon them by the two gods, had long since developed a device to block divine power. Hundreds of capital ships stretched out a vast net, relentlessly pushing the Asgardians back.
Then came the Skrull Empire, whose Star Destroyer main cannons, fully charged, locked onto the Bifrost after the beam of light appeared. With a whoosh, a shot was fired. Odin, who had just arrived, was forced to switch from offense to defense, first using his divine shield to block the attack.
With the Rainbow Bridge locked in place, his next few jumps failed to achieve anything. The Rainbow Bridge was running low on energy, forcing Odin to temporarily halt his offensive.
"The dimensional cutting device is now deployed. We will cut a rift at the designated location. All troops will advance from here, while the remaining troops will hold off the Asgardian warriors..."
The Kree Empire's voice rang out on the communication channels of the three great empires. In the command center, Jarvis looked up from his screen and said, "They're preparing to blast open a dimension; the impact point is approximately..."
"receive."
"receive."
"understood."
The Dimension Cutter sounds like an incredible piece of equipment, but it's actually just a spherical, ink-bottle-like object. After trembling for a few seconds, it swallowed all the surrounding light like a black hole, even distorting space and time.
With a slight energy fluctuation, a spatial rift slowly opened. The Kree Empire's fleet took the lead and charged straight in. The other two empires gave Asgard no chance to react either; large warships cleared the way, smaller warships followed closely behind, and various equipment was towed in one after another.
Odin's expression darkened, but he showed no surprise. He had long known that the three great empires possessed such methods.
"Warriors, the three great empires are about to attack Asgard. The palace lies behind us. Tell me, what are you to do?!"
"Destroy them! Long live the Allfather!"
"Destroy them! Long live the Allfather!"
"Destroy them! Long live the Allfather!"
As a dazzling light illuminated the scene, Odin and the warriors of Asgard returned to the skies above Asgard. Millions of starships from the three great empires were now arrayed in battle array, their warships gleaming with a cold metallic sheen like sharp fangs, their main cannons flashing with energy like the eyes of hungry wolves in the night.
The space around the Sky Island gradually turned a dim yellow due to its excessively high energy level. The energy ejected from the engines formed clouds of dust, obscuring not only the fleets of the three great empires but also casting a shadow over the once magnificent and beautiful Asgardian Palace.
Odin, the Allfather of the Gods who had waged war his entire life, stood atop Asgard. As if sensing something, he turned towards the World Tree and reached out to remove the eyepatch from one of his eyes. A raven flew in from beyond the world and perched on his shoulder. He raised Gungnir in his hand, and countless bolts of lightning followed him.
"The gods will never retreat! Attack!!!"
Countless Asgardian warriors fearlessly charged towards an enemy hundreds of times their number. Their attack was even more intense than before, for behind them lay Asgard itself.
The situation reversed dramatically; the fleets of the three great empires were met with a crushing defeat the moment they entered. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of capital ships had perished, and countless soldiers of the three empires screamed as they died amidst a mysterious light.
The intensity of this war was beyond anyone's imagination. Within minutes, the front lines had become a meat grinder, with the number of soldiers killed increasing from thousands to tens of thousands, then to hundreds of thousands. The death toll on the statistics screen was spinning so fast it looked like it was about to take off, making the supreme rulers of the three great empires tremble with fear.
"Have these Asgardians gone mad?" Emperor Skrull couldn't help but gasp. "Why are they attacking so recklessly? They can't be resurrected!"
The staff officer lowered his head silently, saying nothing, but complaining inwardly, "You've already attacked their home turf, how can they not fight desperately? Is this the first time you've heard that Asgardians are insane?"
"It's terrible, Your Majesty!" another messenger rushed in, saying, "Odin has done something to the World Tree; the dimensions of the Nine Realms are locked! Now the warp drive and the dimensional cutting device are unusable!"
Emperor Skrull's eyes widened: "What? He locked down the dimensions?! Has he gone mad?!"
Clearly, Odin wasn't acting mad for the first time. Even so, the Supreme Intelligence felt a growing unease upon receiving the news. Odin seemed determined to charge into battle, as if he were resolved to annihilate the main forces of the three great empires here.
This is not good news. Currently, the three great empires have truly mobilized all their main forces, determined to achieve a victory in this battle that will earn them praise from the interstellar community. If they lose this battle, interstellar society may no longer accept the claims of the three great empires.
What's even more terrifying is that if anything were to happen to the main force here, there might be no more of the three great empires in the universe.
"Go and find a way." The Supreme Intelligence notified the researchers, "We must find a way to break through the dimensional blockade of the nine great nations. The main force should be ready to jump at any time."
Lilandra sat silently on the throne. She no longer wanted to deal with these nobles, and simply rubbed her fingers together gently, saying, "Stop howling, get ready to meet the two gods, and then fight for a place in the new empire."
Asgard's fierce offensive has not stopped. Their casualties have now reached double digits, but compared to the losses of the three great empires, this is far too little. But this still gives the captains at the front lines hope: Asgard doesn't have many people; with our hundreds of billions of troops, we can wear them down.
Just then, the soldiers of the Shi'ar Empire sensed an unusual energy aura. They couldn't help but look in the direction from which the energy fluctuation came, but in an instant, their faces turned ashen, their appearance withered, and they collapsed as if all life had been taken away from them.
Emperor Skrull abruptly stood up and strode to the porthole to look out: "Hela... Hela, the eldest princess of Asgard!"
Certain unspeakable, terrifying memories resurfaced in his mind. If Odin still possessed the unstoppable, majestic aura of Asgard's glorious era, then Hela was synonymous with terror, destruction, and death.
When this princess commanded Asgard's army, she was like an inescapable grim reaper in the universe; no living being could survive in her wake. Her unique aura of death was like a pre-announced death knell; anyone who saw her could only embrace death.
This time was no exception. Soldiers from the three empires fell in droves, their casualties reduced to mere afterimages. Countless terrifying skeletons and vengeful spirits followed behind her; the undead army from the underworld had barely appeared when it tore a gap in the long-stalled secondary defense line.
Wherever Hela went, soldiers and warships alike rapidly decayed and aged. No energy, no shield, and no weapon could withstand the power emanating from the rules of death.
Seeing such a tragic situation, the Supreme Intelligence breathed a sigh of relief. If this was Odin's backup plan, then they could still bear it.
Just as this thought crossed my mind, another strangely familiar energy fluctuation occurred. The goddess Frigga and the warriors of Vanaheim descended upon the battlefield, and the light of magic began to shimmer.
Next came the frost giants and fire giants, then the dwarves, followed by inhabitants from other parts of the Nine Realms, and even the dark elves from remote areas.
Emperor Skrull sighed deeply. The superior manpower that other interstellar regions desperately sought after was plentiful in the Nine Realms. What kind of natural conditions could have allowed a race like the Fire and Frost Giants to evolve so naturally?!
But no matter how much he lamented, the support from the other races of the Nine Realms did indeed make the situation more difficult. Asgard's losses were far less than those of the three great empires, and even in terms of the ratio of personnel to casualties, the situation was far from optimistic.
Knowing they couldn't continue like this, the commanders of the three great empires uniformly changed their tactics, abandoning defensive postures and launching relentless attacks on the Asgardian sky islands, employing large-scale, high-powered weapons. Asgard was the primary target of these attacks.
At this point, Asgard's numerical disadvantage became apparent: they were good at offense but weak at defense. Upon discovering that Asgard was under attack, they had to retreat. However, this further reduced their available space, rendering many tactics unusable, and casualties steadily increased.
But the commanders of the three great empires did not let their guard down. They knew that the greatest weapon—Earth—was yet to come.
Just as they were extremely vigilant and eagerly anticipating, the blue planet finally came into view.
As they expected, those extremely powerful and destructive beings did not choose to intervene, clearly not wanting to perish together with Asgard. Only some less powerful beings joined the battle.
In addition to young mutants, young superheroes emerged in droves, including many Spider-Men with cosmic combat abilities, the New Warriors team, and a large group of personalities with physical bodies, etc.
Clearly, this was their first time participating in such a large-scale war, and everyone seemed both excited and nervous. However, the vast majority performed well, using their abilities to move between the battle lines and contribute to the overall situation as much as possible.
What troubled the three great empires even more was that the mages on Earth had also made their move, but the one leading them was not the current Sorcerer Supreme, but the previous one.
When the Skrull Emperor saw the Ancient One's face on the broadcast, he had the urge to run away for the first time. They really think we're some kind of cosmic demon!
(End of this chapter)