In the vacuum of space, there was only dead silence and endless darkness. Harry streaked forward like a meteor ripping through the void, rocketing straight toward the Chitauri mothership.
When he noticed the mothership had stopped charging its main cannon, a trace of disappointment crossed his face. His brows knit slightly, full of regret.
A straightforward, point-and-shoot attack like a mothership's main cannon was exactly the kind of thing Kamar-Taj sorcerers were best at dealing with.
All you had to do was open a portal big enough to catch the blast, then open the matching portal right next to the enemy and return the favor—letting their own firepower hit them in the face.
Given that mothership main cannon's output, it absolutely qualified as a standard planet-killer weapon.
If he could successfully reflect it, the mothership would be erased in one clean shot.
The Chitauri didn't look particularly bright, so they probably wouldn't think of that. Which meant this was most likely the demon lord's doing.
Born-evil demon lords… he definitely needed to capture them and sell them to the dimensional merchants at the Crossroads.
All of them. Straight up. Go sell their asses.
Soon, Harry reached the outer edge of the Chitauri fleet—soldiers and small craft forming a cluttered perimeter. He pulled out a second wand, an older one he'd already replaced, and gripped it in his left hand.
In the next instant, he forced his already-wild, barely-tamed magic into line and impressed his intent onto it.
A deep, eerie green glow spread across the World Tree wand, and from its tip a disintegration beam erupted—something that could break down anything it touched.
A few Chitauri skiffs were unlucky enough to be directly in its path.
The moment the beam brushed them, the ships' metal frames, their internal instruments, and even the Chitauri inside the cockpits all vanished into molecules too small to see.
They scattered through space like dust.
The disintegration beam kept extending, unobstructed by any material. It didn't fade until it had stretched nearly ten kilometers out.
In the end, it became like a blade of pure light—a beam-saber held in Harry's hand—and he swung it quickly through the void.
Meanwhile, the wand in his other hand was wrapped in countless arcs of lightning.
Unlike the simple "shoot-and-go" disintegration beam, the lightning, under Harry's hard control, finally arranged itself into a fixed structure—forming a lightning sword that also reached ten kilometers in length.
With the lightning sword enhancing his nervous system's response speed, and his body strengthened by the life force he'd taken from the Lizard and the Abomination, Harry wielded both blades with terrifying precision—slicing through everything in his path like he was cutting fruit.
chaos magic was nothing like ordinary magic. It was an almost will-based, reality-bending force.
Its most ridiculous feature was that even if Harry was inside the sweep of his own lightning sword or within the disintegration beam's killing range, he could remain completely unharmed.
It sounded like something out of a fairy tale or a video game.
For chaos magic, it was simply how things worked.
With that property—and the 3D freedom of open space—Harry could unleash attacks that were intricate, flexible, and outright unfair.
Chitauri laser fire was effortlessly avoided with portals or Apparition. None of it could so much as scratch him.
So what followed wasn't a battle anymore.
It was a massacre.
Harry plowed through the Chitauri fleet like it wasn't even there. Wherever he went, the disintegration beam and lightning sword crisscrossed wildly, and Chitauri soldiers and their craft were erased under overwhelming magic—reduced to nothing.
Watching from far away, the Chitauri leader felt a chill rocket up from his feet to his scalp. His hands started shaking uncontrollably.
His lips parted, his face went paper-white, and he muttered to himself:
"WTF? How can he be this strong?"
If nobody stopped Harry, their entire fleet would be crushed by one man.
At the beginning, the Chitauri leader had still clung to a shred of hope—wondering if Harry might run out of magic and burn out.
But as the slaughter continued, that thought was thrown straight into the trash.
Look at him. He wasn't playing fair at all.
As the fight intensified, the two "beam-sabers" in Harry's hands didn't dim—if anything, they grew brighter, and their length kept creeping upward.
From the initial ten kilometers, they'd already reached fifteen kilometers—and the rate of growth was accelerating.
The Chitauri leader turned to the strongest demon lord nearby and begged, "My lord, please—help us! If this keeps going, we'll all be killed by the controller of chaos magic!"
The demon lord didn't agree.
He slapped the Chitauri leader across the face and shouted in the universal language of the cosmos:
"Damn it! This isn't even close to the controller of chaos magic at his peak! His peak is hundreds—thousands—of times worse than this! Are you trying to send me out there to die?
Clone more Chitauri and throw them in to die. Stall him. We have to hold until our demon god arrives—this is our last hope of surviving!"
Facing the demon lord's fury, the Chitauri leader didn't dare argue. He nodded frantically.
"Yes, yes! We'll do it immediately!"
Inside the mothership's hatchery, vast amounts of nutrient fluid were drained and consumed at breakneck speed. They burned through decades of stored resources without hesitation—anything to hatch fresh Chitauri soldiers as fast as possible.
Because the process was forcibly shortened, the new soldiers weren't fully developed.
They could be thrown into combat the moment they were born and would have basic fighting ability, but they wouldn't live long—after a few days, they'd die.
As disposable bodies meant only to slow Harry down?
Perfect.
Harry also noticed the sudden wave of newly appearing Chitauri and immediately understood their plan.
At the same time, the demons drifting through space seemed to receive the demon lord's command. Their previously scattered formation snapped into order, then surged toward Harry as a cohesive mass.
Facing that many enemies, Harry didn't feel fear.
He felt more excited.
Afraid? Why? Just hit them.
Still, Harry did have a concern.
The reason he was going this hard right now was to draw Mephisto's attention—to pull some of Mephisto's forces away from the battlefield where they were hunting down the Sorcerer Supreme.
As long as the pressure on the Sorcerer Supreme wasn't lethal, she probably wouldn't fake her death and "retire," right?
Half an hour later, Harry destroyed the last intercepting skiff and came to a stop—standing in the void directly in front of the Chitauri mothership.
The moment they saw him, everyone in the control room started trembling.
That demon lord kicked the Chitauri leader viciously and barked, "Hurry up! Keep cloning soldiers and send them to stop him, or we all die!"
The Chitauri leader's face twisted with misery and despair.
"My lord… we used up decades of stockpiled resources just now. Without materials, we can't clone any more Chitauri.
Do you have any other method?"
"Trash!" Panic flashed across the demon lord's face. His claw tore through the air, struck the Chitauri leader, and launched him into a metal wall.
The leader hit hard enough to be embedded in it, blood seeping everywhere. Whether he was alive or dead was anyone's guess.
As Harry raised his two beam-sabers and prepared to break the mothership's barrier, the demon lord began pacing in frantic circles.
Then he saw the high-ranking succubus beside him and his eyes lit up.
"Freyja. Go buy us time. Use your powers to charm the controller of chaos magic. He's flesh and blood, not pure energy—he should still be vulnerable to seduction!"
"T-that…" Freyja hesitated, her face pale. If she failed, Harry would cut her in half with one swing.
The demon lord's expression turned vicious.
"I don't care if you can charm him or not. But if you don't go, you're dying right now."
Freyja stumbled back a few steps, struggling, then gritted her teeth hard.
"Fine. I'll go!"
Harry tightened his grip on both wands and snapped his wrists. The "beam-sabers" wrapped around them flared even brighter as he slashed across the mothership's outer energy shield.
A mothership-class shield was absurdly strong—built to resist planet-killer firepower—but Harry's two techniques were extreme single-target damage. He could still carve it open.
The problem was that the shield had powerful self-repair. The moment a gap appeared, it immediately began sealing itself shut, restoring back to normal.
To truly destroy it, he'd have to continuously drain its energy—or cut a small opening just wide enough for one person to slip through.
Harry chose the second option.
He took a deep breath, ready to swing again with full force and slice a narrow passage—
And then something changed.
Ripples spread across the shield like disturbed water.
A graceful figure emerged from within, passed through the barrier, and came to a stop directly in front of Harry.
Under Harry's weird, assessing stare, Freyja folded her arms, looking gorgeous and dangerously sweet. She drew on every ounce of her magic and poured everything into her seduction.
"Hey, handsome… I surrender, I surrender. Don't hit me, okay? Anywhere you are is the best place in the universe. I'm switching sides—I want to join your team!"
The succubus was curvy and captivating, her features refined and irresistibly seductive.
With her innate enchantment magic stacked on top, a normal man wouldn't stand a chance.
If Tony ran into this situation—even knowing she was an enemy—he'd probably still get pulled in.
And Harry…
His eyes lit up as he stared at her, slowly, carefully taking in her figure, like he really had been charmed.
Seeing that, Freyja quietly exhaled. The tension in her chest loosened.
Inside, she sneered with contempt.
"Of course. Men are all the same. As long as they're not emotionless energy beings, the succubus race is unbeatable."
If nothing went wrong, she might actually charm Harry successfully, turn him into her slave, and use him as her strongest weapon.
She was already fantasizing about controlling the controller of chaos magic, killing the demon lord, even killing Mephisto, and becoming the new Satan of Hell—
When a black, pocket-dimension opening popped into existence in front of her.
A cold kiss of air brushed her neck.
At some point, a beam-saber twenty kilometers long was resting against her pale throat.
Then she heard Harry's voice, icy and flat:
"Get in. Move on your own."
Freyja: "???"
Harry wasn't interested in wasting words. After looking her over carefully, he was certain—
This was a high-tier succubus.
At the Crossroads, she'd sell for a ridiculous price.
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