Chapter 161: Ignorant and Reckless Alien Lizards!
Ever since he scared off Galactus, Ryan's life had been unimaginably comfortable.
Holed up in the library every day, fiercely studying the book of the vishanti and immersing himself in the ocean of white magic, his strength shot up every day like riding a Rocket.
Such a fulfilling life made Ryan thoroughly enjoy himself.
Today, he was immersed in leafing through ancient parchment scrolls.
You must know that the Vishanti were ancient deities of the Trinity, reputed to be the omniscient and omnipotent source of magic.
The book of the vishanti encompassed all the mysteries of white magic in the World, and it was by no means something that could be thoroughly digested overnight.
Just as Ryan was studying with great enthusiasm, Mordopushed open the door and walked in.
"Good heavens, why are you still reading books?"
Mordo widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
"How many months have you locked yourself in this room? Even an iron body can't handle that!"
Looking at the cultivation maniac before him, Mordoearnestly advised, "Practicing magic requires a balance of work and rest, stop immediately and take a break!"
Hearing these words, Ryan rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, his face filled with astonishment.
Cultivation has no concept of time; the ancients truly did not deceive me.
He felt as though he had only turned a few pages, yet several months had already passed? It was simply too unexpected; even he himself hadn't noticed the passage of time.
"Thanks for the reminder, brother Mordo." Ryan readily closed the book, "I'll go relax for a few days right now."
Mordo shook his head as he walked out the door, muttering inwardly.
Someone with a talent a hundred times higher than yours happens to work ten thousand times harder than you—this simply leaves ordinary mages no way out!
Returning to his exclusive modern living quarters, Ryan comfortably took a hot shower.
Kamar-Taj might look rigid, but it was actually very open; as long as you were willing, no one would care even if you installed a holographic e-sports pod in your room.
As a modern youth, Ryan's room naturally lacked no shortage of top-tier electronic equipment.
Casually pressing the computer to turn it on, as soon as the screen lit up, the email icon was flashing frantically.
Taking a closer look, they were all sent by a sender signed "Tony Stark".
Ryan suddenly understood.
Ever since Tony dropped from the sky without warning last time, he had reshaped the sanctuary's spatial defense mechanism, completely putting an end to the harassment of airborne troops.
Except through the front door, no one could ever hope to break in.
However, to prevent any apocalyptic-level major trouble, he still left an email address for the Avengers.
Unexpectedly, the other party actually used it, and sent dozens of emails all at once.
Ryan opened the emails and quickly scanned the text.
"Skrulls? Secretly infiltrating and replacing?"
The more Ryan read, the stranger his expression became.
Earth really was a hot cake; any Tom, Dick, and Harry wanted to run over and take a bite.
A bunch of green-skinned alien lizards with nothing better to do ran over to stage an invasion?
Carefully reading the ambush plan sent by Stark, Ryan nodded slightly.
The black-hearted Director Fury certainly had a knack for scheming, and the trap was laid out seamlessly.
According to common sense, even if they couldn't beat the aliens, the superheroes would definitely be able to retreat unscathed.
Just as he thought the Avengers had achieved a complete victory, his mouse clicked open the latest urgent express email.
There were no lengthy discourses in the body text, only three shocking words: "Help me!!!"
Ryan's mouth twitched frantically.
Well, he had overestimated this bunch of superheroes; laying an inescapable net and still getting counter-killed by alien small fry?
Golden brilliance suddenly lit up in his eyes, and his mental power instantly crossed mountains and rivers, locking tightly onto Iron Man's position.
Without any hesitation, Ryan's figure directly vanished from the room.
The field of vision shifted.
On the dilapidated and ruined battlefield, the fake Thorwas raising a replica of the battle axe high, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Stark, who had collapsed onto the ground.
At a critical moment, Ryan burst through the air, gently flicking his finger.
"Hum!"
A wisp of magical air wave burst out, directly shaking the Stormbreaker in the impostor's hand until it flew out of his grip, violently smashing into a pile of gravel in the distance.
"What person dares to ruin my good deed?" The alien priest retreated in panic.
"Arrogance is not a good habit." Ryan hovered mid-air, his tone as calm as water.
Upon seeing Ryan's face clearly, the surrounding Skrullswere stunned for a moment. Instead of fear, green light burst from their eyes in a frenzy, like a lecher seeing an unrivaled beauty.
"A mage of Kamar-Taj? Ryan?"
"You actually dare to deliver yourself to our doorstep; this is simply a heaven-sent opportunity!"
Ryan was full of question marks.
Did this group of green-skinned lizards lack brain stems?
Logically speaking, when Skrulls stole a host's genetics, they could also read their memories together. How could they not even figure out who on Earth was the most untouchable?
Back then, Purple Sweet Potato wouldn't have dared to be this arrogant!
Did these fellows harbor some misunderstanding about the two words 'powerful'?
Ryan stared at the other party as if looking at a mentally disabled person: "Who on Earth gave you this confidence? Liang Jingru?"
The alien priest listened in complete bewilderment.
What kind of cosmic overlord was Liang Jingru?
Why could she bestow courage?
But this did not prevent him from continuing to spout nonsense: "Stop spouting gibberish here!"
"Even the Avengers, whose names shake the starry sea, have been trampled under our feet. What do you Earthlings have to resist with?"
"Through great evolution, the Skrulls have long transcended the mortal plane. We are brand-new, invincible deities!"
Sporting the face of an Asgard deity, the alien high priest Yarily had reached the pinnacle of manic expression.
Following closely, it raised its chin as if bestowing charity: "Be a good boy and capture yourself without a fight, mage! As long as you accept gene extraction and confinement, as a favor, I can let you out for a breath of fresh air one hour a day!"
In the Skrulls' cognition, leaving a live captive and granting them space to move around was already supreme mercy.
After hearing this, Ryan was directly laughed into anger.
Having water in your brain had to have a limit!
How on Earth did a group of reptiles that mutated by petty thievery develop the illusion that they could steadily devour him?
"Yakolate, my top-tier warrior!" Yarily shouted at the top of its lungs, ordering, "Go, tie back the mage opposite us and add some fresh blood to our race!"
Ryan was not in a rush to make a move either. Folding his arms across his chest, he quietly watched the green-skinned lizard before him act cool.
"As you command, high priest."
Wearing Wanda's face, Yakolate respectfully accepted the order.
Crimson energy instantly boiled all around.
It was definitely one of the top-tier powers in the entire Universe: Chaos Magic!
Cultivated to its peak, it could even forcibly reboot the entire Universe.
The true Scarlet Witch tearing apart Purple Sweet Potatowith her bare hands would be a walk in the park.
The Skrulls had stolen the genes, and along with them, they had inherited the terrifying lethality.
A red storm surrounding her body, Yakolate slowly floated into mid-air, condescendingly looking down at Ryan.
"Just a spare-rib sprite like you who falls over at a gust of wind dares to call yourself a spellcaster?" Yakolate's eyes were full of disdain. "This lady is in a good mood today, I'll let you make the first move."
"Hurry up and do it, or you won't even have room to regret it in a second."
Ryan's expression was extremely strange.
Having lived for so long, he had seen plenty of people rushing to offer their heads, but this was truly the first time he had ever encountered someone begging for death with such eagerness.
"Are you sure you want to let me hit first?"
To prevent himself from hearing wrong, Ryan kindly confirmed it.
"This lady never repeats nonsense twice!" Yakolate's hands danced, Chaos Magic surging wildly. "Make your move, mage! The great Yakolate bestows upon you the right to struggle, so that you can lose and be utterly convinced!"
Ryan helplessly shook his head.
Since she insisted on rushing to be reincarnated, he would show mercy today and send her off on her way, so as not to listen to a fool chattering on.
"Ding!"
"Your 'Sword of Vishanti' yawned, expressing complete lack of interest in the weak chicken before it, and has automatically entered a deep sleep state."
"Ding!"
"Your 'Crimson Contract Chains' considered bullying the weak to violate the bottom line of great magic, and directly cut off the magical connection, entering a strike state."
"..."
"Ding!"
"Your 'Basic magic Beam' trembled all over with excitement! After struggling for many years, it finally waited for a chance to be on screen, and its current battle intent soared straight into the clouds!"
Looking at the system prompts crazily flooding his mind, Ryan's mouth twitched frantically.
The top-tier ultimate moves he had painstakingly practiced actually went on strike collectively!
The one shouldering the heavy burden in the end was actually an introductory-level illumination trick from Kamar-Taj!
Built purely on basic runes, it was usually just used as a flashlight.
Exactly how unlikable were the opposite Skrulls that even skills were too lazy to touch them?
Oh well, he might as well take the opportunity to test what level his pure magical reserves had reached.
Ryan slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips aiming at the enemy in mid-air.
A trace of faint light instantly condensed at his fingertips!
Chapter 162: Ultimate One-Hit Kill! The Vulnerable God of Thunder! Hum!
A deafening humming sound exploded out of nowhere.
Half of the sky suddenly lit up with a blinding, scorching white light.
Caught off guard, the Avengers in the distance were instantly blinded by the glare, their eyes stinging and tears streaming down uncontrollably as they clutched their eyes in pain.
After a long while, the dazzling light finally began to fade.
Everyone hurriedly opened their sore eyes to look forward.
Midair was completely empty.
Yakolate, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, didn't even leave a trace behind.
There were no ashes, no flesh and blood; she was completely vaporized in the intense light, as if she had never existed at all.
The entire scene was dead silent!
The Avengers were completely dumbfounded, standing there motionless.
What kind of hellish lethality is this?
Everyone knew very well what the Skrulls were capable of.
After replacing Wanda, the impostor not only fully inherited Chaos Magic, but her lethality was even more ferocious than the original.
Even Captain Marvel had been beaten to the ground vomiting blood.
Yet with a mere wave of Rayne's hand, he instantly killed the freak?
And in the most outrageous way possible—evaporation!
When did the World become so crazy?
Just as the Avengers were doubting their lives, Yarilyfinally snapped out of her stupor.
The face bearing Thor's features instantly twisted, turning so gloomy that water was practically about to drip from it.
"Human mage, what kind of sinister trick did you use!"
"Hand over Yakolate immediately!"
"Otherwise, I swear I'll make you taste every torture in the World!"
Yarily roared frantically.
Yarily wouldn't believe even if beaten to Death that the clan's top elite warrior could be instantly killed by a lousy beam of light.
Absolutely impossible! It must be that the mage in front of her used some kind of spatial transfer or illusion to hide her.
Yarily stared fixedly at Rayne, her eyes filled with extreme viciousness.
Rayne spread his hands, looking completely innocent: "I'd love to return her to you, but my strength simply doesn't allow it."
"Who knew her bones were so brittle that she vaporized directly, not even leaving a speck of residue behind for me. How about you grab a jar and pack up some dirt from the ground to take back?"
"Consider it her ashes, let her rest in peace, how does that sound?"
Rayne's tone was sincere, as if he were making a very constructive suggestion.
"Seeking Death!"
Yarily completely lost control, the killing intent boiling in her eyes.
"Since you insist on opposing the great Skrull Empire, I'll send you to hell today!"
"Little ones, together! Crush him!"
"Let these low-level reptiles witness the supreme glory of the Skrulls!"
At Yarily's command,
the fake superheroes waiting in the rear instantly pounced forward like hungry wolves.
Fake Ant-Man, fake Wasp, fake Spider-Man... all unleashed their signature skills.
Webs surged across the sky, and high-tech rays driven by Pym Particles intertwined into a net of Death, smashing down toward Rayne overwhelmingly.
Looking at the spectacular firepower coverage before her, the corners of Yarily's mouth involuntarily curled upward, as if she had already foreseen Rayne's miserable appearance of kneeling and begging for mercy.
As long as the mage was crippled, his genes could be extracted to replace his identity.
By then, who on Earth could stop the Skrull army? Dominating the sea of stars would be as easy as turning over one's hand!
However, before her smug smile could last even a few seconds, it completely froze on her face.
As the smoke cleared, the center of the battlefield was revealed.
Yarily's eyes bulged outward, her mouth opened wide enough to fit an ostrich egg, and her face was plastered with a ghostly expression.
"Absolutely impossible!"
"How could you still be alive after suffering such violent focused fire!"
Yarily screamed in sheer horror.
At the center of her vision, Rayne was still standing quietly in place.
He was completely intact from head to toe, without even a speck of dust on the hem of his pure White clothes.
Facing the frantic encirclement where numerous superheroes pulled out all their trump cards,
Rayne was actually unharmed!
Yarily's eyes were filled with disbelief.
When Rayne's gaze swept over, the alien priest finally snapped back to reality.
"It seems you are far more terrifying than described in the intelligence."
"The memories in the Avengers' brains are simply misinformation." Yarily gnashed her teeth.
Just a flicker of light at the fingertips could instantly kill top elites.
This kind of means was probably infinitely close to the true god they believed in.
How could Earth breed such a freak!
However, Yarily never believed she would lose.
She suddenly raised the replica of Stormbreaker in her hand high.
The heavy dark clouds within a radius of a hundred miles were instantly pulled over by force.
Violent lightning struck consecutively onto the blade of the axe.
Yarily's eyes bloomed with deep blue electric light, and her entire body seemed to transform into an incarnation of thunder.
"Witness true power!"
"I am a god!"
"The God of Thunder who wields destruction!"
Yarily roared frantically, and countless lightning snakes rolled crazily in the clouds.
Multiple meteorological agencies around the globe even simultaneously sounded the highest-level thunderstorm alerts.
It was sufficient to show that Yarily had pushed Thor's mighty power to its absolute peak.
The terrifying pressure poured down, making even the Avengers below feel their hearts leap in their throats.
This level of destructive power had never even been displayed by the real Thor.
Can Rayne really withstand it?
The superheroes wore worried expressions, terrified that Rayne might carelessly be struck into charcoal.
Rayne raised his head.
High in the air, the heavy dark clouds seemed about to press directly onto his head.
The purple wild lightning was like countless venomous snakes, ready to devour people at any moment.
"I still prefer clear days."
Rayne frowned slightly and muttered casually.
Immediately afterward, he raised his right hand and pointed casually at the sky.
A dazzling golden light shot straight into the clouds.
The thick overcast clouds all over the sky were instantly forcibly vaporized to nothingness.
Warm and dazzling sunlight sprinkled across the Earthonce more.
In the distance, Yarily's piercing wild laughter stopped abruptly like a drake whose neck was being choked.
She discovered in shock that the thunderstorms summoned with all her effort had completely disappeared, and not even a trace of static electricity could be sensed!
"I am the God of Thunder!"
"How could my great divine power be easily crushed by a mere mortal!"
The exasperated roar echoed through the ruins.
Rayne picked his ear.
Even Thor, the legitimate heir to the throne of Asgard, wouldn't dare call himself the God of Thunder in front of outsiders.
Yet an impostor was shouting it quite joyfully.
"Ding!"
"Your 'Bolts of Balthakk' feels utterly disdainful toward the babbling enemy before you."
"Your 'Bolts of Balthakk' eagerly desires to execute a devastating strike."
Rayne touched his chin.
This offensive magic of his really had a violent temper.
It couldn't even tolerate others bragging a little.
Rayne shook his head and asked softly:
"The God of Thunder?"
"Have you ever been struck by real high-voltage electricity?"
While speaking, a dazzling ball of pure gold thunder light rapidly condensed at his fingertips.
"Bring it on!"
"The true god is always blessing me!"
"I shall ascend into the supreme divine kingdom and attain eternal life!"
"The Skrull race is destined to rule over the entire Universe!"
Yarily shrieked hysterically, and manic electric arcs jumped across Stormbreaker once more.
Rayne flicked his fingers lightly.
A strand of golden lightning as thin as a gossamer thread flew out of his hand.
The golden radiance instantly spread across Yarily's body, crawling all over it inoturly the blink of an eye.
However.
After the golden light faded, there was surprisingly no movement at all.
Yarily was still standing in place, completely unharmed.
The hearts of the Avengers in the distance sank.
Could the Skrulls have truly evolved to a point where even Rayne was helpless against them?
Sensing everyone's doubts, Rayne turned his head and smiled calmly.
"Don't rush, let the bullets fly for a while."
He quietly gazed at the alien priest ahead.
In his eyes, the shell before him had long become a corpse.
"What kind of power was that trick just now?" Yarily asked anxiously with a bewildered face.
"Bolts..."
"Thunder of destruction."
Rayne's tone was as calm as water.
"I see..." Yarily had just spat out those four words.
A sudden change occurred!
On the surface of her robust body, dense golden cracks emerged without any warning.
Her whole person seemed to have transformed into a nuclear bomb about to detonate.
Or like a rainstorm just stopping as dazzling sunlight aggressively tore apart the dark clouds.
Ten thousand rays of golden light burst out from inside Yarily's body.
In just a split second, the alien high priest crumbled inch by inch like a statue weathered for tens of millions of years, turning into ashes all over the sky.
A gentle breeze blew past.
The arrogant and powerful enemy completely scattered with the wind, not even leaving a speck of residue behind.
Captain Marvel and her group were completely dumbfounded.
Especially Carol herself.
As the member with the strongest paper combat power present, she had practically no power to parry when facing the fake Thor just now.
The Asgardian divine power displayed by the opponent was like a dimensional reduction strike.
Yet such an unsolvable strong enemy couldn't even withstand a single move against Rayne!
Directly instantly killed into ashes!
Where on Earth is Rayne's limit?
Captain Marvel's heart was filled with lingering shock and confusion.
Rayne had no time to care about the psychological shadows of the superheroes.
Casually throwing out a group healing spell, white light sprinkled down, helping everyone recover from their injuries.
"Alright."
"Hurry up and tell me about the current situation."
"How many Skrulls are actually lurking on Earth?"
"Where are the kidnapped real superheroes currently locked up?"
Rayne looked at Tony Stark, waiting for this strongest brain to provide exact intelligence.
Tony took a deep breath, his resolute face taut, his expression unprecedentedly serious.
Seeing this, Rayne also turned serious.
It seemed the situation was even trickier than imagined; even Stark felt it was hard to handle, definitely a huge trouble.
Rayne secretly calculated the next countermeasures in his heart.
He only heard Tony spit out a few words heavily:
"I don't know."
Rayne:???
Chapter 163: Overwhelming Mental Sweep! Target Locked: Andromeda Galaxy!
"You claim ignorance of everything? What kind of answer is that?" Ryan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to beat someone up.
Stark braced himself and explained, "The battle situation was simply too urgent, and there was no time for careful screening. As for whether the missing members are dead or alive, it is indeed impossible to confirm at present."
Ryan helplessly rolled his eyes, "Did you guys not even figure out the basic characteristics of the Skrulls? To perfectly replicate superpowers, they must continuously extract fresh genetic samples!"
"As long as the impostor is still using superpowers, it means the original person who was replaced is definitely alive!"
Hearing this explanation, Stark's taut nerves finally relaxed.
But immediately afterward, a strong sense of frustration surged into his heart.
As the top technological genius on Earth, intelligence gathering had always been his specialty.
Yet today, he had been played around in circles like a blind man.
Iron Man lowered his head, feeling utterly defeated.
He even felt that the value of his life had been severely trampled upon.
Ryan shook his head, too lazy to count on Earth's existing detection technology.
He slowly closed his eyes, and his vast, starry-sea-like spiritual power instantly expanded outward.
Wanting to see through the disguise of the Skrulls was as difficult as ascending to heaven for ordinary people, but in the eyes of a Father-level powerhouse, it was simply as easy as turning over one's hand.
Ryan, having touched the origin of the Universe, could directly see through the essence of the soul with just a glance.
No matter how the physical skin changed, the soul imprint could never be falsified.
The instrument developed by Stark could at most scan a small area.
Yet Ryan's mental web completely enveloped the entire Earth in the blink of an eye!
In an instant, the seven billion people across the Worldsimultaneously shivered.
It felt as if someone had tightly pinched the back of their fate's neck, or as if all secrets across their entire bodies had been completely seen through.
Countless citizens fell into panic, completely unaware of what had happened.
As long as Ryan was willing, a single thought could turn the entire human civilization into ashes.
"Good luck."
"The alien spies haven't infiltrated too deeply yet."
Ryan silently calculated.
Thanks to the fast actions of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Iron Man, the Skrulls had only replaced some middle management, and the true core upper echelons remained safe.
After locking onto the targets, Ryan unceremoniously launched a mental shock.
The brains of the Skrull spies lurking all over the Worldinstantly turned into mush.
Without even managing to scream, they fell straight to the ground, shedding their disguises to become green-skinned lizards.
The high-ranking officials of various countries had received early warnings and quickly dispatched armed forces to take over the scenes, avoiding large-scale riots.
Ryan opened his eyes, his gaze clear.
"The lurking informants have been cleared out."
"Next, it's time to discuss how to fish back our kidnapped companions."
Stark sighed, "The biggest difficulty is that we don't even know where the enemy's lair is. The aliens came without warning, and we are completely in the dark regarding intelligence."
If Vision hadn't alerted them in advance, the Avengerswould probably have been completely wiped out without anyone noticing. Being able to last until now was already a miracle.
Ryan was not discouraged, "Leave finding people to me, you guys just focus on preparing for battle."
Within his pupils, golden streamers flickered crazily.
Vast and boundless Universe data circulated rapidly in Ryan's mind.
In less than two seconds, Ryan locked onto the target's whereabouts.
"Andromeda Galaxy, Skrulls homeworld."
Ryan rubbed his slightly swollen temples.
The collected intelligence showed that after the alien High Priest died in battle, the fleet parked in space saw that the situation was bad and directly warped away with the superheroes.
Currently, the hostages were all locked deep within the holy city of the Skrulls. It was also the most heavily guarded tiger's den and dragon's pool!
What was most fatal was that the alien scum were frantically extracting the hostages' genes in an attempt to build a super army.
Just imagine, a phalanx composed of tens of thousands of Thor and tens of thousands of Captain America—how Earth-shattering would their destructive power be!
Even if the Skrulls had a limit to their own endurance, relying purely on human-sea tactics was enough to flatten countless galaxies.
They had to fight a quick battle to resolve it!
Ryan looked at the surrounding superheroes and immediately laid out the tactics:
"We'll split into two groups."
"I will directly charge into the holy city and lure away all the aliens' main army."
"You guys follow the mages of Kamar-Taj and sneak into the dungeon to save people during the chaos."
"Any problems?" Ryan asked the crowd.
Hearing the operation plan, Stark instantly felt that his self-esteem had been looked down upon.
It was one thing not being able to beat a god-level monster, but could they not even handle the job of sneaking in to save people? That was simply looking down on people too much!
"Rest assured!"
"If I can't even bring back a few teammates, I will never touch the Iron Man Suit again in my life!"
Stark made a solemn pledge through gritted teeth.
Having suffered successive blows, the Avengers held a ball of fury in their hearts.
For the heavy responsibility of saving the World, they would never retreat a single half-step!
...
Ryan and the others finished discussing and prepared to set off immediately.
Earth was a full 2.54 million light-years away from the Andromeda Galaxy.
Relying on conventional Universe navigation, it would take at least a few months to reach the destination.
However, the mages of Kamar-Taj had never liked using clumsy methods.
Ryan made a brief calculation and accurately positioned.
He raised his right hand and casually stroked through the void, and a deep spatial crack instantly emerged.
After leaving spatial coordinates for the remaining mages, Ryan took the lead and stepped directly into the rift.
In just the blink of an eye, he appeared deep within the Andromeda Galaxy.
His vast spiritual power swept outward like a storm, instantly covering half of the starry sea and precisely locking onto the location of the Skrulls' homeworld.
After transmitting the specific location to his companions far away on Earth, Ryan did not hesitate at all and galloped straight toward the enemy's base camp.
Along the way, he did not restrain the violent energy fluctuations on his body at all.
The asteroids along the way, as soon as they approached, were crushed into flying gravel by the terrifying pressure. Ryan's current combat strength was simply appalling.
Heading straight for the enemy camp in such a high-profile manner, how could the opponent possibly be completely unaware?
Even Earth could monitor movements tens of thousands of light-years away, let alone the Skrull civilization, whose technological level far exceeded Earth's?
As soon as Ryan showed his face, his whereabouts were completely exposed.
"Commander, a super-high-energy reaction has been detected near Planet B23!"
"The target is approaching us at an extremely fast speed!"
A Skrull soldier reported loudly to the Commander inside the interstellar flagship.
The Skrull civilization belonged to a theocratic system.
The High Priest was equivalent to the supreme leader, while the Legion Commander commanded the armed forces of the entire clan.
After Yarily died, Legion Commander Boel logically took over the supreme command and temporarily acted as the leader.
Boel stared dead at the rapidly moving light spots on the screen; at most, it would only take a few minutes for the intruder to cross the starry sea and reach the homeworld directly.
"Yarily is truly an absolute piece of trash."
"Losing the battle was one thing, but to actually expose the location of the homeworld."
"When his soul falls into hell, don't ever think about ascending to the God Realm!"
Boel cursed fiercely, and all his subordinates fell silent like cicadas in winter, pretending not to hear.
After venting his anger, Boel's gaze turned cold, and he shouted sternly:
"You've come just in time!"
"I am not an idiot like Yarily who only knows how to chant scriptures."
"As the most perfectly evolved warrior beneath the gods, dealing with a reckless intruder is as easy as turning over one's hand."
"Daring to run to my turf to act wildly is purely seeking your own death!"
"Pass down my military order, the entire fleet prepare for battle!"
The Skrulls had stolen high-end cutting-edge technologies from countless Universe civilizations, and their fleet under command could definitely be called top-tier in the starry sea.
Countless warships were loaded with super weapons capable of destroying heaven and Earth.
Plasma cannons, cracking rays, and antimatter missiles had everything one could expect.
Boel firmly believed that such a ferocious firepower network was enough to ensure any intruder never returned alive.
"All main cannons charge, fire immediately!"
Following Boel's order, the entire interstellar fleet, like an awakened steel behemoth, instantly bared its ferocious fangs.
The optical brain inside the starship operated at high speed.
Because Ryan had no intention of evading at all and was taking an absolute straight line, the optical brain instantly calculated the lead amount.
Countless muzzle lights blazed brilliantly, and the long-accumulated violent energy gushed out.
Main cannons, secondary cannons, antimatter bombs, high-energy lasers... The firepower poured out by the entire fleet was enough to blast a living planet into Universe dust in an instant.
Some attacks even exceeded the capture limit of the naked eye, and one could only vaguely see strange ripples rising in the void.
The meteorites and space debris along the way didn't even last a single second before being completely decomposed into the most basic particles.
The storm of destruction, like a World-ending tsunami, devoured all matter ahead.
Ryan, who was galloping in space, slightly raised his eyebrows.
An Earth-shattering energy fluctuation suddenly came from ahead, so grand in momentum that it was like a star detonating right in front of him.
Separated by a full light-year, he could still clearly feel the violent tremors in the void.
Chapter 164: Crushing an Interstellar Army with Bare Hands!
"Ding!"
"Your 'Shield of the Seraphim' has detected an unusual fluctuation of attacks."
"As the trump card defensive magic of Kamar-Taj, it urgently wants to prove to the world whether interstellar technology is stronger or mystical magic is superior!"
"Your 'Shield of the Seraphim' is full of fighting spirit! Its current defense strength is experiencing an epic surge!"
Hearing the prompt in his mind, Ryan couldn't help but twitch twice.
His own magic's inner monologue was simply too rich.
Even though the enemy's firepower was fierce enough to shatter stars, in Ryan's eyes, they were nothing more than subpar fireworks.
With his current strength, blocking the bombardment took zero effort, yet the skill had to forcibly add drama to itself. It was really hard on it.
Ryan speechlessly shook his head and gently waved his right hand.
A pure gold giant shield, large enough to blot out the sky and sun, instantly spanned across the vast sea of stars.
On the other side, Bur was staring fixedly at the command big screen, a trace of cruel smiles hanging on the corner of his mouth.
No matter how heaven-defying the enemy was, stubbornly resisting a full salvo from the entire fleet meant their fate was doomed to be smashed to pieces.
He had even begun to mentally picture the miserable appearance of the invader being completely vaporized by the high temperature.
Hum!
A strange vibration that defied physical common sense suddenly spread through the vacuum.
Bur's eyeballs almost popped out of his sockets as he saw an incomparably massive golden shield suddenly appear out of thin air.
The dazzling golden light even firmly suppressed the radiance of the nearby star.
The violent firepower tsunami slammed fiercely against the surface of the gold shield.
The ultimate weapon the Skrulls were proud of failed to stir up even the slightest ripple.
The world-destroying attack was like a clay ox entering the sea, entirely blocked by the giant shield without leaving even a trace of a crack.
A sudden change occurred!
In the void, the phantom of an emerald-green thorn crown slowly emerged, resembling a flower of Death quietly blooming in the sea of stars, exquisitely beautiful yet fatal.
Following closely, the Skrulls' fleet seemed to suffer an invisible curse.
Small starships self-destructed on the spot without warning, transforming into balls of dazzling fireballs.
The energy shields of the large warships were even like a leaky sieve, with energy draining rapidly and violent explosions occurring successively on the hull surfaces, causing severe damage.
Bur's pupils contracted violently, and a terrified roar like a Beast burst from his throat.
"How is this possible!"
"How is it possible that we can't even break through the opponent's defense?"
"What the hell is this!"
"Why are we being counterattacked? Where on Earth did the attack come from!"
Mad roaring echoed within the bridge.
Countless Skrulls operators were frightened pale, frantically tapping on the optical computers to check data.
"Report to the legion commander..."
"Our side has suffered an unknown high-energy strike; in just a few seconds, we've already lost a full tenth of our warships!"
A subordinate reported tremblingly.
Bur's eyes were scarlet, and he slammed down with a punch, directly smashing the command seat made of high-hardness alloy into a pile of scrap iron.
"Who can step up and explain this to me!"
"What on Earth is going on!"
Bur's heart was filled with incomprehensible fear and shock.
Obviously they were the ones focusing fire to attack others, yet the enemy was unscathed while his own side suffered heavy casualties instead?
It was simply unreasonable!
"Arrogant Earthling!"
"Who on Earth gave you the guts to run wild in the great Skrulls holy land?"
Bur's mental fluctuations, carrying anger, directly penetrated the starship's armor and violently surged in the vacuum.
"Don't you guys have any idea why I'm standing here?"
Ryan's tone was calm.
The voice turned into materialized magic sound waves, tyrannically penetrating into the interior of every starship.
Some alien soldiers with weaker physiques didn't even manage to scream before rolling their eyes and passing out on the spot.
"Since you insist on courting Death."
"I will mercifully send you to hell!"
Bur roared sternly.
The main guns of all surrounding starships instantly burst forth with dazzling charging glare.
However, the fleet was slow to press the fire button.
Evidently, they had been psychologically traumatized by the thorn halo that reflected damage just now, terrified that if they fired a shot, they would turn into fireworks instead.
"Just with these pieces of scrap metal?"
Ryan shook his head with full disdain in his eyes.
"In my eyes, the cutting-edge technology you are so proud of is no different from trash in a scrapyard."
He slowly raised his right hand, aimed at the massive fleet ahead, and clenched his five fingers into the void.
Hum!
The surrounding space seemed instantly filled with super glue.
All the interstellar warships froze in place on the spot.
No matter how overloaded the tail engines were, spewing scorching plasma exhaust, the hull couldn't budge even half an inch.
Ryan's mouth curved slightly.
If the technology tree climbed to its peak, it really was terrifying to this extent.
Legend says that technology surpassing the Protoss could even make rebooting the Universe and manipulating timelines as simple as eating and drinking water.
What a pity, the level of these Skrull green-skinned monsters was a hundred thousand miles behind.
Ryan clenched his fist fiercely!
A teeth-aching sound of metal distortion blasted out.
The indestructible starship armor, at this moment like a fragile beverage can, was forcibly crushed, deformed, and shattered by an invisible giant force!
Countless Skrulls soldiers inside were instantly squeezed into meat paste, not even leaving an intact corpse.
In just a single exchange, the entire invincible fleet that once dominated the sea of stars was thus crushed with bare hands into space garbage filling the sky!
However, amidst the ruins of destruction, it wasn't completely devoid of survivors.
Inside the wreckage of a flagship ahead, a robust figure suddenly broke through the magic seal and headed straight for outer space.
This person hovered in the vacuum, with manic deep blue thunder wrapping around their body.
It was precisely the extraordinary mighty power that had stolen the power of Thor!
To Ryan's surprise, this warrior did not transform into Thor's appearance, but still retained the unique green exterior of the Skrulls.
Evidently, they were a rare anomaly.
"Who the heck are you?"
Ryan casually asked, staring at the lightning freak in front of him.
"Wash your ears and listen well! I am the First Legion Commander of the Skrulls, Bur!"
"Today, I'll take your head to sacrifice to the great True God!"
Bur tilted his chin up, his tone arrogant to the extreme.
Ryan speechlessly rubbed his chin.
Although this green-skinned monster was a bit special, the aura it emitted at best only touched Thor's threshold. Where did it get such huge confidence?
These fanatical cultists were probably all brainwashed stupid.
"I am the most perfect creation under the deity!"
"You frog at the bottom of a well, you completely cannot understand my greatness!"
"I have thoroughly comprehended the origin of thunder."
"The present me is the incarnation of thunder!"
Bur roared, fiercely raising his arms high.
A bizarre scene appeared.
In the vast vacuum, layers of pitch-black dark clouds thick as ink unexpectedly gathered out of thin air, and even lightning rolled and intertwined within the clouds.
It was practically identical to the thunderstorm clouds seen on Earth.
Ryan watched with a head full of black lines.
magic, as expected, was physics being rubbed against the floor.
Space was clearly at absolute zero without even a shred of water vapor, yet it could forcibly summon a patch of thunder-making dark clouds?
If Newton were alive, he'd probably be so angry he'd flip open his coffin lid and jump out.
Ryan was too lazy to complain, gently gripping his right hand in the void.
A shimmering amethyst longsword instantly condensed and formed.
"Ding!"
"Your 'Sword of Vishanti' has smelled the scent of pure thunder and is drooling with hunger!"
"The 'Sword of Vishanti' is frantically absorbing the origin of thunder!"
"Congratulations! Your 'Sword of Vishanti' has obtained an epic buff: soul damage burst doubled!"
Listening to the prompt in his mind, Ryan couldn't help clicking his tongue.
His own magic was getting increasingly outrageous. Before, it at most hacked at physical bodies; now it wanted to directly chop up the enemy's soul.
It was simply insane.
His gaze fell back onto this legion commander named Bur.
At this moment, the green-skinned monster had completely abandoned its flesh and blood body, transforming the entire person into an energy entity purely constructed of blue high-voltage electricity.
Dazzling electric arcs leaped frantically throughout the Universe.
"So you wanted to transform yourself into a pure energy lifeform."
Ryan saw through the opponent's bottom line at a glance.
A true Heavenly Father-class powerhouse had flesh and energy perfectly fused long ago.
The fellow in front of him was forcibly transforming. To bully the weak, it could indeed achieve physical immunity and stand in an invincible position.
But to use it against him, Ryan?
That was purely feeling that he wasn't dying fast enough.
Completely oblivious to his own situation, Bur continued to curse arrogantly:
"Tremble!"
"This is the invincible posture belonging to the deity!"
"Any weapon in the world cannot touch my entity; what do you have to fight me with!"
Before his voice fell, Bur transformed into a blue flash of lightning, swooping up while carrying world-destroying thunder light.
In the blink of an eye, the lethal high-voltage current was already closing in on Ryan's face.
Instead of retreating, Ryan advanced, smoothly flicking the amethyst longsword in his hand upward.
Like a white horse passing a gap, a purple stream of light stunningly bloomed in space.
The blue lightning figure didn't even have time to make any reaction before being split down the middle by this world-shaking sword strike, directly cracking into two independently flickering lightning sparks.
"Hahaha! A waste of effort!"
"I told you long ago, I am invincible!"
"Physical attacks are meaningless to me!"
Bur let out a smug, wild laugh, immediately manipulating the two clusters of lightning to gather back together, attempting to reshape his body.
Ryan glanced at him as if looking at a fool, casually dispersing the longsword in his hand.
"The blade slashes the physical body, the mind slashes the soul."
"Who told you that my sword strike just now slashed your physical shell?"
Ryan's tone was calm and composed.
"Stop playing the ghost here!"
"My thunder body is not afraid at all..."
Bur's wild words were still stuck in his throat when a sudden change occurred!
The lightning body that had just fused halfway unexpectedly snapped apart from the inside without warning.
An unfathomably deep soul crack instantly penetrated his origin!
Until the very instant before his consciousness completely dissipated, Bur still didn't figure it out.
Why would his perfect body, which he was proud of and which ignored any sword and blade hacking, have its life force severed by such a light-hearted sword strike?
He hadn't even had time to execute his trump card ultimate move!
Carrying endless grievance and unwillingness.
Bur's soul was completely pulverized, split into two, and finally turned into tiny specks of light, completely dissipating at the end of the cold and deep river of stars.
Meeting a miserable end where both body and soul were utterly destroyed.
Chapter 165: Join the glorious evolution? With just a single move!
The once-haughty Skrull First Legion Commander met an end where both soul and body were completely obliterated.
In Ryan's eyes, this kind of energy body obtained through forced transformation was simply riddled with flaws.
It was filled with fatal vulnerabilities and could not withstand the soul strangulation of a top-tier powerhouse at all.
Casually waving his hand as if brushing away dust, Ryan swept aside all the spaceship wreckage blocking his path.
Ahead, a massive, blue-and-green intertwined Planetsuddenly came into view.
"Sure enough, I was discovered long ago."
Ryan sighed softly.
Regardless of what level of trash they were, anyone daring to self-proclaim themselves as a god had to have some tricks up their sleeve.
Just looking at the means by which the Skrulls stole superpowers, it was clear that the mastermind behind it was no ordinary figure.
However, Ryan showed no fear whatsoever, directly transforming into a stream of light and plunging straight into the atmosphere.
His mental power spread out like a tide, instantly locking onto the enemy's base camp—the Skrull Holy City.
Which was the so-called dwelling place of the gods.
Looking down from the air, the entire holy city was prosperous to the extreme.
Various towering buildings defying gravity rose from the ground, crisscrossing flying vehicles were everywhere, and the technological level far exceeded Earth's imagination, filled with a magical futuristic feel.
Ryan locked onto a giant yellow-and-green alternating tower right in the center of the city.
The building pierced straight into the clouds, standing a thousand meters tall, resembling a behemoth entrenched in the center of the city. It was definitely a unique landmark in the entire city.
Surprisingly, not even half a guard was encountered along the way.
Without hesitation, Ryan flew straight into the tower with a bit of vigilance, strolling up the wide alloy steps.
At the end of the steps, two towering thrones stood in the center of the spacious grand hall. Sitting atop them were the figures of a man and a woman.
Unlike ordinary aliens, they were over three meters tall, their bodies covered in rough lizard scales, resembling primitive ancient Beasts that had not fully evolved, exuding a wild, desolate aura.
"You came after all, Earth sorcerer."
The male giant spoke in a deep voice.
"You are the so-called Skrull True God?"
Ryan retorted casually.
"Indeed. I am the great Claiborne, the only god of the entire race!" the male giant replied proudly.
"Confirmed with a glance, I haven't found the wrong person, saving me from indiscriminately killing the innocent." Ryan nodded.
With his right hand grasping the air, a completely transparent dimensional long blade instantly formed, its sharpness compelling.
"Earthling, you are too arrogant," Claiborne said with a chilling tone. "This is not a place for you to run amok. You simply do not understand how terrifying the mighty power of a god truly is."
"God?" Ryan couldn't help but chuckle.
"Freaks calling themselves gods like you—the ones who have died in my hands are too numerous to count. To put it bluntly, you are merely mutant species used by the Celestials for experiments. How dare you call yourselves gods? It's pure comedy."
Although he spoke lightly, Ryan didn't underestimate the enemy at all in his heart, keeping the magic within his body constantly in a ready-to-launch defensive state.
Claiborne was not enraged; instead, he wore an expression of looking at a dead man: "Mortals' courage often stems from ignorance. You will soon experience what the most instinctive evolutionary power of living beings truly is."
Accompanied by his words, the deep blue crystal floating above the grand hall suddenly erupted with eerie fluctuations.
This supreme treasure named the evolution cube could both catalyze racial leaps and transform into the most fatal killing weapon.
With just a thought, it could forcibly degenerate invaders into a puddle of rotten meat.
Ironically, the prey before them was completely oblivious to the impending destruction.
"Have you felt it? The supreme law of evolution!" Claiborneannounced loudly.
Ryan frowned slightly, closing his eyes to carefully perceive it.
Indeed, a strange energy attempted to infiltrate his skin, trying to forcibly tamper with his cellular structure.
Unfortunately, Ryan's physical body had undergone countless magic tempering, and was already as solid as a rock.
This energy hitting his body wasn't even qualified to be called scratching an itch.
At the current erosion rate, wanting to mutate him would probably require standing idle for a billion years.
Ryan directly ignored this lousy energy and curled his lips helplessly: "Just this meager, insignificant breeze dares to be called the power of evolution?"
"Insignificant?" Claiborne flew into a rage. "You simply don't understand what true greatness is! Join the glorious evolution!"
He desperately urged the evolution cube above his head.
The even more violent blue energy turned into towering waves, completely engulfing Ryan.
Ryan couldn't even be bothered to dodge, quietly standing in place and waiting for the so-called storm.
A few seconds passed.
Ryan still stood there completely unscathed, not even a single strand of hair having changed.
"Huh?" Claiborne's eyeballs were practically popping out, and he hurriedly looked up at the small cube above.
Was the machine broken? Or did he forget to press the switch just now? How could it have no effect at all! This was completely illogical!
"Join the glorious evolution!" Claiborne roared once more, driving his divine power to the limit.
The energy concentration inside the hall instantly soared to a horrifying degree.
Even the female Skrull sitting to the side was affected, her eyes turning scarlet, panting heavily as her body showed faint signs of going berserk.
However, Ryan, situated right at the center of the storm, was like a stubborn stone, motionless and completely unharmed.
"How is that possible! How can you not have any reaction at all!"
Claiborne pointed at Ryan, his voice completely distorted.
"Reaction? What kind of reaction do you need me to perform for you?"
Ryan stared at the behemoth on the high platform with a speechless expression: "Also, if we're fighting, we're fighting, why do you have to shout slogans out loud? How awkward."
Ryan had thought the other party was holding back for a long time to unleash some extinction-level ultimate move, guarding against it for ages, only to feel that the breeze on his body had become just a tiny bit stronger.
It was utterly useless.
Listening to Ryan's ruthless mockery, Claiborne's lizard face turned as black as charcoal.
He never dreamed in his wildest dreams that the evolution cube, regarded by the entire clan as the ultimate killing weapon, wouldn't even splash a ripple against the human before him.
This only meant one thing: Ryan's physical body had long transcended the realm of mortal things, his cellular structure flawless, to the point that even Universe wonders could not tamper with it in the slightest.
A bone-chilling coldness shot straight up Claiborne's spine to his head.
Even the infallible supreme treasure had become a mere decoration; just how perversely tough was this young man's shell?
An extreme intuition of danger spread wildly in the depths of his heart.
"Sleigurt, leave it to you." Claiborne's voice was low, carrying a hint of exasperation. "Open this Earthling's eyes and let him witness the true foundation of the Skrull race."
As the words fell, the female Skrull who had been silent beside him suddenly opened her eyes.
Her pair of eyes were as deep as an abyss, seemingly able to devour all surrounding light, making one's hair stand on end.
"It seems I still have to step down and handle the trouble myself," Sleigurt responded in a deep voice.
Tracing back to ancient history, the Celestials had once conducted genetic modifications on the Skrull ancestors, thereby splitting them into two major branches.
Claiborne was the sole surviving seedling of the Eternitylineage specializing in the physical body, while Sleigurtwas the mutant progenitor who controlled transformation and psychokinesis.
When it came to various eerie means, the female giant's strength even steadily suppressed her husband by a notch.
"Do it." Claiborne gritted his teeth.
"Unbind the restraints on my body."
Sleigurt shouted aloud, "I want to make him feel despair!"
Without hesitation, Claiborne manipulated the cube in his hand to shoot out a brilliant blue light, covering his wife straight on.
Accompanied by a comfortable low roar, it felt as though some heavy shackle inside Sleigurt's body was instantly snapped.
Her already tower-like stature surged by another large margin, and the terrifying coercion swept through the entire grand hall like a hurricane.
Immediately following, dazzling deep blue lightning and scarlet energy intertwined frantically on her body surface at the same time!
Ryan raised his eyebrows slightly, a rare trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
Thunder divine power in her left hand, Chaos Magic in her right!
This green-skinned female lizard had actually forcibly stitched the two most top-tier violent energies in the Marvel Universe into a single shell!
"You simply don't understand the greatness of evolution!" Sleigurt said with a fanatical face. "My body right now can be called perfect; this is a supreme miracle bestowed by the Creator!"
"Forcibly accommodating two completely different top-tier mighty powers in a single fleshly body can indeed be considered rare." Ryan pulled a mocking trace at the corner of his mouth. "However, what is the difference between this behavior and seeking death?"
The more fierce the energies were, the more intense the mutual repulsion reaction would be.
Forcibly kneading them together was like walking on the crater of a volcano about to erupt; if he were the slightest bit careless, he would be blown to pieces with not even bones left. It was purely digging one's own grave.
Sleigurt couldn't listen to advice at all, relying on her violent power to rush straight forward.
The scarlet magic and deep blue lightning turned into two thick destructive long whips, smashing down straight towards Ryan's head.
Ryan couldn't even be bothered to dodge, waving his hand casually as a pure gold energy shield instantly spanned across before him.