"Open fire! Turn these Terran maniacs into sieves!"
The interim commander of the Nova Corps, an alien who looked like a purple onion, stood on the hovering command platform, roaring in anger.
In his eyes, this was a farce.
A bunch of primitive Earthlings wearing ridiculous tight suits and lacking decent armor dared to run wild in the capital plaza of Xandar?
This was practically rubbing the Nova Corps' face in the dirt!
HUM— PEW PEW PEW!
Following the commander's order, the densely packed Nova Starblasters in the sky locked onto their targets simultaneously.
Countless yellow energy beams poured down like a torrential rain, instantly submerging the few tiny figures in the center of the plaza.
"Hmph, they don't know the immensity of heaven and earth."
The commander sneered, too lazy to even take another look. "Notify the cleanup crew, prepare to mop the floor..."
However.
The next second.
His smile froze on his face, as if fixed by superglue.
BOOM!!!
As the smoke cleared, there were no expected severed limbs.
Only a massive, blue figure slowly standing up from the center of the energy explosion.
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Apocalypse, En Sabah Nur.
At this moment, his size was skyrocketing insanely!
Five meters... ten meters... fifty meters!
In the blink of an eye, he had become a blue giant towering between heaven and earth.
That white-and-purple combat suit, enhanced by his immense size, exuded an eerie divinity.
Those energy beams, which initially looked fatal, hit his rock-like blue skin.
It was like scratching an itch for an elephant; they didn't even leave a white mark.
"Is that it?"
Giant Apocalypse lowered his head, looking at the mosquito-like Nova Starblasters beneath him, revealing an extremely cruel grin.
"Your technology is too weak!"
"As the King's vanguard, I am very dissatisfied!"
SWISH—!
Apocalypse swung his massive hand violently, like swatting flies.
No fancy techniques, just pure crushing power and size.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Several Nova Starblasters that couldn't dodge in time were slapped out of the sky, turning into brilliant balls of fire.
"If you gotta go, go out with a bang!"
Apocalypse laughed wildly, his hands making a grasping motion in the air as his telekinesis erupted.
He forcibly crushed two frigates together, squeezing them into a twisted lump of scrap iron.
"What... what kind of monster is this?!"
The commander's eyes nearly popped out, and the communicator in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
These are Earthlings?
When did Earthlings evolve into Gundams?!
Before he could recover from the shock.
On the other side of the battlefield, the old man wearing a red helmet—Magneto, Erik Lehnsherr—also moved.
He wasn't as brutish as Apocalypse.
He simply floated elegantly in mid-air, his hands moving gently as if conducting a symphony.
"Metal..."
Magneto closed his eyes, a look of intoxication on his face.
"What a wonderful flavor."
"In the technology of the Nova Empire, the metal content seems very high..."
HUM—!
An invisible magnetic field instantly enveloped the entire airspace.
Then, a terrifying scene unfolded.
In the sky, hundreds of Nova Starblasters that were performing evasive maneuvers suddenly all lost control!
No matter how the pilots pulled their joysticks, the ships wouldn't budge, or rather... they completely disobeyed orders!
"What's happening?! Engines failed!"
"No! The ship is moving on its own!"
Amidst the terrified screams of countless pilots.
All the fighters, as if pulled by an invisible giant hand, began to forcibly change course in mid-air.
They turned around, their cannons aiming at their own wingmen!
"This is my salute to the King."
The corner of Magneto's mouth curled into a cold arc, and his hands slammed together.
"Bang!"
RUMBLE, RUMBLE—!!!
In the sky, hundreds of fighters smashed into each other at the same time!
The fire from the explosions connected into a single sheet, as if lighting a grand fireworks display over Xandar.
Debris rained down, sending the Nova Guards on the ground scurrying like rats.
[Ding! Detected mass panic in the Nova Corps! Fear Points +2000!]
[Ding! Fear Points +3000!]
...
Frieza, who had been hovering high above watching the show, listened to the pleasant notifications in his mind and swayed his wine glass with satisfaction.
Frieza took a sip of wine, his gaze turning to the quietest corner of the battlefield.
There sat a bald old man.
Professor X, Charles Xavier.
He sat quietly in his wheelchair, looking out of place in the war-torn plaza.
But within a hundred meters of him, no one dared to approach.
"Your turn, Charles."
Frieza's voice rang directly in Professor X's mind via telepathy, carrying an unquestionable command.
"Don't think about slacking off. This Emperor is watching."
Charles's finger trembled slightly.
He slowly raised his head. Those eyes, once full of wisdom and compassion, now held only a deathly numbness.
"I am so sorry..."
Charles murmured in a low voice, as if confessing to the air.
The next second.
He extended two fingers and pressed them gently against his temple.
HUM!
A massive, terrifying wave of psychic energy, with him as the center, instantly swept across the entire ground battlefield!
The Nova Guards who had been firing wildly suddenly stopped moving in unison.
Thousands of fully armed soldiers stood frozen like robots with their power cut.
Their eyes were filled with terror—the absolute fear of being conscious but unable to control one's body.
"What's going on?! My hands won't listen to me!"
"Sir! Help! My gun... it's raising on its own!"
Amidst the desperate cries of countless soldiers.
Their arms slowly raised, muzzles pointing at the comrades beside them.
"No... don't..."
A murky tear rolled down the corner of Charles's eye, but his brain faithfully executed the demon's order.
Cleanse.
"Fire."
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
PEW PEW PEW!
A tragic fratricide began.
Comrades who once fought side by side were now manipulated by some irresistible force.
While shedding tears, they smiled and pulled the triggers, shooting energy beams into their brothers' chests.
Blood stained the plaza red.
"Devils... they are devils!!"
The commander on the platform watched this scene and completely collapsed.
Even facing the Kree Accuser fleet, he had never seen such a bizarre, such a desperate scene!
Physical attacks were ineffective!
Weapons were controlled!
Even the soldiers' brains were hijacked!
How were they supposed to fight this?!
"Quick! Contact the Nova Prime, quickly!"
The commander grabbed the communicator and roared desperately:
"Requesting highest-level support! Requesting activation of the World Shield!"
On the other end of the battlefield.
Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, wielded her Chaos Magic.
Like tearing paper, she dismantled the heavy cruisers arriving for support directly in mid-air, reducing them to component parts.
Azazel was teleporting to harvest heads, and Wolverine was going berserk in the crowd.
The entire Nova Corps defense line, under the attack of this group of "Terran hillbillies," collapsed completely in less than ten minutes!
High in the sky.
Frieza watched the one-sided situation below and yawned boredly.
"Too weak."
"Not even qualified to let this Emperor warm up."
He casually tossed away the empty wine glass and adjusted his white suit.
Those scarlet eyes looked toward the tallest three-pointed star building in the center of the city.